A Spiritual Meeting

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Finally I entered Knockturn Alley. It felt like someone turned down the A/C by 10 degrees. I immediately regretted my decision not to bring a jacket with me. It was also very dark, apparently they took 'shady' business quite literally here.

The first few shops weren't that out of the ordinary: They had a tattoo shop, Chimney sweep Elf's who obviously sell elfs, a pub called the White Wyvern. It had a medium-sized model of a Hungarian Horntail guarding the entrance. It actually moved to smell any incoming customers and smelt their coats when they came in.

One man actually got thrown away by the Horntail. The bodyguards who were inside the shop rushed to the shady looking man and took away his coat and turned every pocket inside out. Suddenly a few flasks fell out of one pocket and the bodyguard examined it.

It must've been some sort of poison because the bodyguards grabbed the man by his neck and carried him inside. Presumably for questioning. They certainly dealt with things differently here. A normal person would've called the Auror's but here they seem to like dealing with things with a heavy hand.

Across from the pub there was a locksmith, apparently able to lock anything for any price, no questions asked. I headed to the display of the shop and took a quick look around the various locks they had in store. Multiple of them were lined with runes and seemed to be emanating some kind of power. They were also laced with charms. My nose could barely deal with all the magic coming in. It sucked being hyper-sensitive for magic in cases like these.

At front of Knockturn Alley you could see the name ''Msaw Ætare'' I don't know what language that is but I sure as hell don't speak it. Or maybe it's not even a language at all and they just pieced some random letters and symbols together and called it quits.

Next to the visual disaster of a name was The Spiny Serpents which had vases taller than I was. I wonder if they try to degrade you or something before you enter, to make you feel small. I watched a man try to enter the shop but ended up flying 5 meters in the other direction. Apparently the shop was picky on it's customers.

There was also a shop for Wizarding headgear but I grew bored of all these vanilla shops and proceeded to go further. Oh, what a mistake that was. A grave mistake indeed. Suddenly you were surrounded by shops selling the most fucked up shit.

On the left of me there was a shop where they flayed skin. But like, in front of you. So you could see a man actively being flayed. Ramsay Snow from Game of Thrones would love this place but personally it gave me the creeps.

To the right they had a shop that primarily sold bats, like, nothing else. Like c'mon guys I'm right fucking here. Isn't this some form of discrimination when you target one specific shop. Well, now I definitely had a goal in this world. I would destroy that shop even if it meant the death of me. I'll reign hell fire on those anti-Batman people. I'll show them *dramatic pause* Justice.

But that's not where the batshit (Hehe bat) crazy stuff ended. If I approached the other shops I could see shrunken heads and dark artifacts like a crusty hand. Wait what a crusty hand? What the hell's that going to do? Hold me and tell me I'll be okay? Well if that's the case I might actually buy it might be useful.

But then the next shop is just a regular shop that sells potion ingredients. Okay so it might not be that regular because you could see unicorn blood in the display and some other frightening things like a damn Acrumantula. A dead one, of course. But it still felt like it's eyes were following you around.

Next to that was 'The Coffin House' which sold items related to necromancy which I thought was absurd. I was pretty sure that the Ministry had banned necromancy and using Inferi but right here there was a fucking shop for it. Doesn't take a genius to guess where Voldemort got his ingredients to make a lake full of soggy zombies.

I finally found the place that I came here for in the first place. A little shop called Cobb & Webb's which was either a very coincidental name or even worse than fucking ''Msaw Ætare'' And here I was thinking they couldn't do it! How silly was I for thinking that.

I entered the shop and immediately the air around him became heavy and hard to breath. Like God just gave him asthma because he thought I'd be funny. The temperature also dropped several degrees to below freezing.

I had a feeling nagging in my brain that I possibly needed to exorcise a spirit here. Maybe I'll call him names to tell him to come out. Or let him write in my little Spirit Book. Luckily I didn't have to do both of those things. The spirit already came to me by itself.

A little girl around age 6 approached me and asked me ''How could I help you Sir?'' And when that happened I had a fucking heart attack. The end.

No just kidding but I was very close to having one. I tried to remain cool but regaining my composure was harder than I imagined. I turned around and tried not to hyperventilate ''Alright calm down Ant(hony), it's just a ghost, they're everywhere around here. It's not a spirit you not need worry for it to possess you''

When I finally calmed down and turned to face the little prick that scared the shit out of me I noticed that she was gone. Which didn't really help to calm my nerves. I looked for her but I couldn't find her anywhere.

''Psst, little ghostie girl. Where are you? Come out let's play ring around the rosies'' Why the fuck did I say that? Why would I ever want to play ring around the rosies with a ghost that's not cool. My teeth were rattling and by the second I lost faith of how awesome I was.

I mean what are you supposed to do against a ghost? Call it names? Try to bite it? In reality there isn't much to do to scare it away but you can sure as hell do a lot to make it angry.

Suddenly the ghost girl appeared in front of me again, almost killing me in the process. ''Shit, girl you gotta stop doing that or I'll need a change of underwear'' The girl had an indignant look. ''Mommy doesn't like it when people swear''

Yeah okay that's it I'm fucking leaving this place I don't wanna offend some scary ass ghost mom that will haunt me for the rest of my days. Especially taking into account that vampires are almost immortal.

But my willpower and also maybe my stupidity conquered my fear. ''Oh sorry, I won't swear anymore I promise'' I tried to swallow away my remaining fear but I had a huge lump in my chest.

''I'm looking for a dark arts book, nothing special in general just a history of dark arts and also maybe a book on dark arts transfiguration and rituals.''

I was really interested in transfiguration but not necessarily turning a match into a needle but the dark arts side to it. Grindelwald was a master at transfiguration and could turn his entire body into a different person. I was interested if there was a certain ritual that was needed to achieve this kind of power but I wasn't sure which.

The girl nodded and left to grab some things. I had a look around and wanted to wander around a bit when I could hear very loud wailing coming from behind a door. The whole establishment rocked all the way down to it's foundations.

Ah, so this is how I die. By a crying ghost. How unfortunate but luckily the loud screaming/wailing stopped almost as quick as it started. The shop was now so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The wind wailed around the shop and the shop creaked and finally sighed. Like it was happy the momentary outburst was over.

The ghost girl came back to hand me my new books to me and said ''Sorry that was my mother, she lost in a scrabble game'' I just stared at her with the straightest face I could manage. A scrabble game? Are you shitting me?

I handed her the 3 Galleons that I was owed, which was really cheap by the way it must be because they don't get many customers. And I don't blame them because who wants to be haunted while they shop for their illegal goods. I turned face and ran as fast as I could in the opposite direction. They wouldn't see me come back anytime soon.

When I tried to leave Knockturn Alley he was suddenly cornered by a mysterious figure...