[Fic:] To meet you again 15
Title: To meet you again 15/25
Author: smirkingcat
Word Count: 1.147
Rating: PG
Prompt: slythindor100's 15th prompt:
Warning: unbetaed, angst
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Find Part 1 here.
A fantasy to move on to.
To meet you again 15
"One hot chocolate with cinnamon, extra cream and chocolate sprinkles, and a chocolate caramel surprise fudge-cake for you sir," the old lady said as she put the plates down in front of Harry. "This will taste so good, your frown won't have a chance," she added with a warm smile.
"Know this from experience?"
"Got me through a bad break up, my husband's midlife crisis, the growing up of my children and the death of my mother," she smiled openly, "never to mention all the daily dramas I see removed by these two darlings. Best invention of the old bat of an owner till this day," she grinned in a toothy way, that made Harry's lips twitch too.
"Should you call her that here?" he asked, feeling already a little better than before.
"Probably not, but she is away on a nice Christmas holiday, so I'm save for now," she winked at Harry, making him chuckle. "Now you eat these and enjoy them to your fullest," she ordered before she strolled back behind the counter and to her paper.
Harry sighed before he took a careful sip of the chocolate.
It was divine: creamy, chocolaty and so good, warming him up with the explosion of sweetness and goodness in his mouth. Not even the hot chocolate at Hogwarts had tasted like this, and Hogwarts food was the standard he went by, when he had to judge how good something was.
With new found curiosity he set out to try the cake. The moan just slipped out. It was moist, soft, chocolaty, creamy and the caramel just topped it off. It was so, so good!
He began to eat it slowly, letting each bite linger in his mouth, trying to taste of it as much as he could.
Only once the cake was eaten did he notice the relaxation in his shoulders, how cosy the chair was, and how warm and comfortable he felt. He never wanted to leave here!
"Camilla, oh beautiful maiden of this lovely establishment, can I persuade you once again, to do your magic, and hit me with the divine taste of your hot chocolate," Harry stepped into the small cafe again. It's been five days since he first set foot in here, and he had returned every day since. He didn't know about Draco's condition, about the others or really about anything. With this cafe and the small hotel down the road Harry had put himself in some sort of limbo in the middle of London. He roamed the streets and visited the nearby park and just enjoyed to be on his own, with no responsibility.
There had been owls, but he had not opened them. The mere thought of stepping back into his usual life exhausted him, so he stayed in his little bubble where everything and nothing was possible.
"That depends young man. Each divine act demands some sacrifice, so what do you have to offer today?" Camilla asked him, her grin as toothy as ever.
"I bring you, oh goddess of the hot chocolate, traditional Christmas gifts, for your family," Harry said and put the bag full of candy canes on the counter. "You may choose to share them or not," he winked at her.
"Well, good, go and take your seat," she ordered as she snatched the bag away and started to do her thing.
Harry took up his usual seat by the window and put down a new book he bought at the little book shop just two streets down. He sighed in content and once more he thought that maybe he could have this forever. Could just leave it all behind. He would have to learn how to be a carpenter without magic, but he was still young, he could do that. Maybe get even a new boyfriend, some of the guys he noticed the last few days, were to his taste. He might even be able to change his name, leave the 'Potter' behind. Harry Evans. Or better yet, he could also leave the Harry behind. Jake Evans- that was the name of someone who never had trouble. And it had a ring to it. He would get a driving licence, and live like a muggle. It was such a comforting fantasy that he even had checked out places to work as a carpenter.
He would miss some of the things his old life had, mostly people, but overall- he was sick of fighting, sick of being alone, sick of how his life had ended up.
Harry grabbed the chain around his neck and pulled it over his head, looking at the two rings it held. "Never doubt" was engraved in one of the silver rings, while the other said: "From the beginning until the end." There was magic in them, magic that now was dormant as no one was wearing them.
The end of their relationship, as it had been had, already happened, and he doubted everything. It was time to let them go, find a cute couple and hand them over.
"Oh my, these are lovely," Camilla said as she came over with his hot chocolate and the cake of the day. "Someone has big plans," she whistled.
"Had. I had big plans. I once really had a good life, but- but I guess it's all lost now," Harry said and looked from the rings to her. "Your son- and his girlfriend- do you like her? Do you think they will last, because if you do, you can have these," Harry said.
Maybe if he removed all the links to his past, he truly could have a future as Jack Evans. It could be exciting!
"Darling, such things are not to be given away. You would regret it, in the end," Camilla said, not even daring to touch the rings.
"I have no one to give them too anymore. They feel heavy," Harry whispered.
Camilla took his free hand and put it under the dangling rings, slowly opening his fingers who held the chain high: "Then put them away," she offered, covering the chain that now lay in his balm with his fingers. "Put them away for now, until the pain has gone and you can face the memories again," she spoke softly, like a grandmother would.
Harry gulped, then slowly he nodded.
There simply was no point from him to look back anymore. He had to search a future for himself.
"It will get better sweetheart, time heals so much, and new things will happen to you," Camilla whispered before she patted his fingers and went back to the counter again.
Harry stared at his fist.
Yes, he would put them away.
He shoved his fist into his pocket and slowly opened it there.
Before his last finger opened, the door opened and Neville was staring at him, a determined and relieved look in his eyes.
Part 16
Author: smirkingcat
Word Count: 1.147
Rating: PG
Prompt: slythindor100's 15th prompt:
Warning: unbetaed, angst
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Find Part 1 here.
A fantasy to move on to.
To meet you again 15
"One hot chocolate with cinnamon, extra cream and chocolate sprinkles, and a chocolate caramel surprise fudge-cake for you sir," the old lady said as she put the plates down in front of Harry. "This will taste so good, your frown won't have a chance," she added with a warm smile.
"Know this from experience?"
"Got me through a bad break up, my husband's midlife crisis, the growing up of my children and the death of my mother," she smiled openly, "never to mention all the daily dramas I see removed by these two darlings. Best invention of the old bat of an owner till this day," she grinned in a toothy way, that made Harry's lips twitch too.
"Should you call her that here?" he asked, feeling already a little better than before.
"Probably not, but she is away on a nice Christmas holiday, so I'm save for now," she winked at Harry, making him chuckle. "Now you eat these and enjoy them to your fullest," she ordered before she strolled back behind the counter and to her paper.
Harry sighed before he took a careful sip of the chocolate.
It was divine: creamy, chocolaty and so good, warming him up with the explosion of sweetness and goodness in his mouth. Not even the hot chocolate at Hogwarts had tasted like this, and Hogwarts food was the standard he went by, when he had to judge how good something was.
With new found curiosity he set out to try the cake. The moan just slipped out. It was moist, soft, chocolaty, creamy and the caramel just topped it off. It was so, so good!
He began to eat it slowly, letting each bite linger in his mouth, trying to taste of it as much as he could.
Only once the cake was eaten did he notice the relaxation in his shoulders, how cosy the chair was, and how warm and comfortable he felt. He never wanted to leave here!
"Camilla, oh beautiful maiden of this lovely establishment, can I persuade you once again, to do your magic, and hit me with the divine taste of your hot chocolate," Harry stepped into the small cafe again. It's been five days since he first set foot in here, and he had returned every day since. He didn't know about Draco's condition, about the others or really about anything. With this cafe and the small hotel down the road Harry had put himself in some sort of limbo in the middle of London. He roamed the streets and visited the nearby park and just enjoyed to be on his own, with no responsibility.
There had been owls, but he had not opened them. The mere thought of stepping back into his usual life exhausted him, so he stayed in his little bubble where everything and nothing was possible.
"That depends young man. Each divine act demands some sacrifice, so what do you have to offer today?" Camilla asked him, her grin as toothy as ever.
"I bring you, oh goddess of the hot chocolate, traditional Christmas gifts, for your family," Harry said and put the bag full of candy canes on the counter. "You may choose to share them or not," he winked at her.
"Well, good, go and take your seat," she ordered as she snatched the bag away and started to do her thing.
Harry took up his usual seat by the window and put down a new book he bought at the little book shop just two streets down. He sighed in content and once more he thought that maybe he could have this forever. Could just leave it all behind. He would have to learn how to be a carpenter without magic, but he was still young, he could do that. Maybe get even a new boyfriend, some of the guys he noticed the last few days, were to his taste. He might even be able to change his name, leave the 'Potter' behind. Harry Evans. Or better yet, he could also leave the Harry behind. Jake Evans- that was the name of someone who never had trouble. And it had a ring to it. He would get a driving licence, and live like a muggle. It was such a comforting fantasy that he even had checked out places to work as a carpenter.
He would miss some of the things his old life had, mostly people, but overall- he was sick of fighting, sick of being alone, sick of how his life had ended up.
Harry grabbed the chain around his neck and pulled it over his head, looking at the two rings it held. "Never doubt" was engraved in one of the silver rings, while the other said: "From the beginning until the end." There was magic in them, magic that now was dormant as no one was wearing them.
The end of their relationship, as it had been had, already happened, and he doubted everything. It was time to let them go, find a cute couple and hand them over.
"Oh my, these are lovely," Camilla said as she came over with his hot chocolate and the cake of the day. "Someone has big plans," she whistled.
"Had. I had big plans. I once really had a good life, but- but I guess it's all lost now," Harry said and looked from the rings to her. "Your son- and his girlfriend- do you like her? Do you think they will last, because if you do, you can have these," Harry said.
Maybe if he removed all the links to his past, he truly could have a future as Jack Evans. It could be exciting!
"Darling, such things are not to be given away. You would regret it, in the end," Camilla said, not even daring to touch the rings.
"I have no one to give them too anymore. They feel heavy," Harry whispered.
Camilla took his free hand and put it under the dangling rings, slowly opening his fingers who held the chain high: "Then put them away," she offered, covering the chain that now lay in his balm with his fingers. "Put them away for now, until the pain has gone and you can face the memories again," she spoke softly, like a grandmother would.
Harry gulped, then slowly he nodded.
There simply was no point from him to look back anymore. He had to search a future for himself.
"It will get better sweetheart, time heals so much, and new things will happen to you," Camilla whispered before she patted his fingers and went back to the counter again.
Harry stared at his fist.
Yes, he would put them away.
He shoved his fist into his pocket and slowly opened it there.
Before his last finger opened, the door opened and Neville was staring at him, a determined and relieved look in his eyes.
Part 16