God, he hated Knockturn Alley.
In comparison of Diagon and Knockturn, it was like comparing Niagara Falls to Shanghai. One place was something amazing and magical, while the other just felt like a place you shouldn't ever be at, mostly because of the Chinese mafia, but thank god there wasn't a wizard mafia. If there was...well in all honesty, that'd be pretty cool. Make a pretty decent movie too if someone ever wanted to make a screenplay out of it.
Yet Danny had been walking inside Knockturn, something he had always regretted every time he step foot in that area, but he needed to do this. Rumors had it that an old friend of his had been walking around here still, and knowing this friend of his, he probably had a lot of information about his brother. Possibly even knew where he was. He hoped he had an attitude of 'oh you helped me out in the past, here's something in return.' He did free him from Azkaban after all, y'know, that supposedly impenetrable wizard jail that was basically cracked by a seventeen year old kid? Yet knowing him, he probably wouldn't get anything unless he gave something back in return.
So Danny continued it begrudgingly long walk through the alley, feeling like he was staring into the face of a dementor every second he spent there. The people themselves didn't look any better than a dementor, their motivations probably the same as well. Sucking your happiness, as well as your wallet, seemed to be something these people really wanted to do. Good thing Danny had left his money back in his room.
Getting irritated with his search, Danny sat down on an old, moldly looking bench that seemed it would fall apart if more than two people ever sat down on it. Thanks public resources, really doing your jobs here...you bastards. With a sigh, he said, almost in a mutter "Alright Ne'Os, where the hell are you...?"