HARRY POTTER AND THE SHIP OF DREAMS
Chapter Five
Harry made his way out of his
stateroom and followed the signs that led him to the A-Deck Grand Staircase.
When he made his way down, he was
greeted by many first class passengers. He saw a sign pointing to the back of
the staircase that read Lift.
He was greeted by the operator
inside the lift. "Good afternoon, Mr. Potter. Where can I take you
to?"
"I need to get to the
purser’s office to rent some deck chairs," Harry said.
"Ah…very good. That’ll be on
C-Deck," the operator said, pulling the control crank. In about twenty
seconds, the lift stopped. "C-Deck, sir," the operator said.
"Thank you," Harry
replied, exiting the lift.
When he exited, he made a left,
and there was a sign that read Purser’s Office.
He entered to find a man
assisting a woman with storing her jewels in a lockbox.
"Can I help you, Mr.
Potter?" the purser asked.
Harry was astonished at how many
crewmen knew his name. "Uh…yes. I need to rent some deck chairs."
"All right. That can be
arranged. Can I get your stateroom number, sir?" the purser replied.
"B-50," Harry replied.
"Very good, sir. How many
will you require?"
"Two," Harry replied.
"Two shillings,
please," the purser said nicely, smiling.
Harry handed him the coins.
"Thank you, sir. I will send
them to your stateroom immediately."
"Thank you," Harry
said, leaving to take the lift back to A-Deck.
When Harry got back to his
stateroom, he went out to his private promenade deck to find Fleur.
Surprisingly, he saw that she was already sitting in a deck chair, reading.
Harry quietly shut the door, hung
his hat up, sneaked up behind her, and grabbed her shoulders.
Fleur shuddered and dropped her
book. "Ah! Harry, you…"
"Angel…yes, I know,"
Harry teased.
Harry pulled a deck chair up and
sat next to Fleur. Fleur continued with her book, entitled A Witch’s Guide
to Marriage.
Harry snickered, but Fleur didn’t
notice, so he got up and got a book that would anger Fleur, entitled Kama
Sutra: The Art of Sexual Technique.
Harry sat down and began reading.
Fleur look at what he was reading
and smacked the book out of his hand. "Harry! How dare you?"
"What did I do?" Harry
laughed.
Fleur took his book and threw it
back in his trunk.
"Harry, go away. Go up on
deck and mess around there," she scolded.
Harry got the point.
"Fine," he said, leaving to go up on deck.
Fleur looked around to make sure
he was gone before she went back to his trunk to get the Kama Sutra to
read for herself.
Harry left his stateroom and
followed the hall to the Grand Staircase’s upper section, where he took a right
at a door that read Boat Deck.
He walked through the door to see
an amazing view of the sea.
He took a right past an open
gate, only to be stopped by an officer.
"I’m sorry, Mr. Potter, but
this is the officer’s promenade. No passengers allowed here," the officer
said.
"Oh, sorry," Harry
said, beginning to walk away.
"Wait! Mr. Potter, I forgot.
The owner, Mr. Fudge, is waiting to see you. He sent you a message," the
officer said.
"Oh, right," Harry
replied, completely forgetting the two messages in his pocket.
"Right this way, sir."
Harry followed the officer to a
section labeled by a sign. Bridge and Wheelhouse: Officers and Crew Only!
"Can I get your name?"
Harry asked.
"Oh, sorry, sir. Second
Officer Charles Lightoller," the officer said, shaking Harry’s hand.
"Oh, Harry!" a voice
called from behind him.
"Mr. Fudge. Hello,"
Harry replied, shaking Fudge’s hand.
"I just wanted to make sure
your stay is as relaxing as possible," Fudge replied, smiling.
"Yes. It’s fine,
thanks," Harry replied.
"Good. Don’t hesitate to
give us a shout if you need anything. Oh, I forgot. Here," Fudge said,
handing Harry a small card. "This card is given to all aurors. Just show
this card and you can go anywhere on the ship you please."
"Thank you," Harry
replied gratefully.
"Oh, if you’ll excuse me, I
have other matters to attend to," Fudge replied.
"Good-bye," Harry said.
Harry felt a tap on his shoulder.
He turned around to see Charles in front of him.
"Good afternoon, sir. I have
a message for you," Charles said, handing him a card.
"Thank you," Harry
said, handing him a shilling.
Charles bowed and left.
Harry read the card.
Potter, come to my room
immediately. E40. Alistair Moody.
"It must be important,"
Harry said, walking aft towards the second class promenade and making his way
down the small flight of constantly turning stairs, all the way down to E-Deck.
There he encountered a steward.
"Sir, this is third class.
Can I ask what you are doing in the steerage area?"
Harry showed him the card.
The steward’s eyes widened.
"I’m sorry, sir. Can I assist you?"
"Yes. Where is E40?"
Harry inquired.
"The room to your right,
sir," the steward said, going about his business.
Harry turned to find a sign on
the door that read E40.
Harry knocked.
"Get in here, Potter!"
Moody growled behind the door.
Harry opened the door to find a
very small eight foot by five foot room with a sink in the center wall and a
bunk bed on each side.
"Hello, Alistair."
"Potter, we’ve got trouble.
Now, I know you’re on your honeymoon, but all I ask is for you to stay alert
and report to me every day," Moody said, handing him a snub-nosed
revolver.
Harry remembered using muggle
weapons in his auror training.
Harry stashed the revolver and a
few rounds in his inner jacket pocket.
"Just keep an eye on
Fudge," Moody growled.
"Oh…all right. Bye,"
Harry replied.
"If you see anything
suspicious, report to me," Moody said, shutting the door.