Hello, Queen here

This is just a small series of loosely connected one shots of a cute little supernatural AU

This features OCC characters.

Enjoy!

Hannah Abbott looked down at the slightly crumpled paper in her hands, then looked back up, checking the address that was scribbled down in a messy fashion. She paused, wondering if perhaps the address on the website was correct. Hannah's thoughts were very justified, the small building on the corner of Saint Keilips St. was very old, crumbling brick walls and peeling red paint. The windows were filthy, as if no one cared to wash them for many years. The walkway leading up to the doors was almost overgrown with large weeds poking through the cracks of the cement.

Hannah swallowed back her distaste at the sight and walked forwards to the door. Thankful that she was wearing gloves, she knocked firmly on the door. The door opened to a lovely young lady with long blonde hair and beautiful silver eyes. She was dressed oddly, with a bright pink and yellow jumper on with grey pants and fuzzy red socks. She smiled at Hannah and gestured her in.

"I'm sure you're here to see Harry, go up the stairs, he's not busy at the moment." The lady said, sweeping her colourful arm towards some cramped stairs on the right side of the room.

Before Hannah made a move, her eyes darted around the room. It's just as dirty here as it was outside, Hannah thought, eyes noticing the dirt covering the floor and walls. Right beside the stairs was an old wooden reception desk, with a gold nameplate that read "Luna Lovegood". The name must have belonged to the oddly dressed women. It was the only semi-cleaned thing in the space Hannah could see.

"Are you sure I can just go up?" Hannah asked, dragging her eyes away from inspecting the room.

The women, Luna, smiled and nodded,

"Harry's rarely busy nowadays, mostly consulting people within his office."

Hannah nodded and walked up the stairs. At the top, a door hung ajar, and Hannah could see a man reading the news at his desk. He was maybe in his late twenties, with messy black hair and, appearing slightly above the book he was reading, stunning green eyes. Hannah cleared her throat and the man flicked his eyes up to look at her. He made a surprised noise at the back of his throat and put the book down.

"Welcome," he said, not getting up but indicating that she may take a seat in one of the two chairs in front of him, "My name's Harry, what seems to be the problem?"

Hannah sat down and looked at him questioningly.

"How do you know I have a problem?"

Harry smiled at her, and a part of her melted into goo.

"My dear, anyone who is willing to come talk to a expert on well, everything unusual has some sort of problem they need fixing."

Hannah was intrigued by Harry's nonchalance. She let out a shaky breath and rushed right into her story.

"I think there's something haunting my house…..

Harry resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the women in front of him. She was a small blonde women who wore high-end fashion clothing. He wistfully wondered in anyone who came to his office would ever be like Luna, his amazingly weird receptionist, who had a knack for knowing exactly when Harry would get a good case, or Hermione, a clever women who lived down the street with her husband who would sometimes come over on a slow day with a book that Harry could borrow and a lecture about cleaning up his office on the tip of her tongue. Hell, Harry would even take the 'Greenwitch', Draco, with all his huffy attitude and snarky remarks.

The blonde was still going on about a ghost or demon in her house, who seemed oddly to focus on her kitchen. Harry suppressed a moan, they all jumped to ghosts and demons. If it were a ghost, they probably wouldn't even notice it was there, as most ghosts tend to stay quiet and in the dark, and if it were a demon, her and anyone she lived with would already be dead. Finally, Harry held up a hand, cutting the women off.

"I'm sorry, miss. ?"

"Abbott" She said, a little put out by being interrupted.

"Ms. Abbott," Harry said, lowering his hand, "It seems that you don't have a ghost or a demon in your house, most of the activity is in the kitchen?"

"Yes" She said, looking relieved, but cautious.

"Okay, it seems to me that you have what's called a Brownie living in your house. A pretty generous one too, as most Brownies leave a house if they don't get any gifts after the first couple days. Brownies are naturally nice creatures, shy, and work at night to clean your house in return for gifts. Useful to have if you ask me, but I understand if you don't want it staying in your house. Leave it alone for a few more nights and it should leave on its own. They love sweet things so leaving out sour items like limes should get rid of it fairly quickly."

Ms. Abbott nodded, and reached for her purse. Harry quickly stopped her.

"No need to charge. It was my pleasure."

Ms. Abbott blushed and nodded, getting to her feet and leaving his office. Harry sighed and relaxed, pulling out his book and resumed reading. Hermione would probably be by at noon, if Luna was correct, and Harry wanted to finish beforehand.

An abrupt end! Like I said up top, this is a series of oneshots, so I'm filing under "Incomplete" until such a time comes where I'm bored of writing this (Hopefully no time soon).. Hope you enjoyed reading, leave a review ,and as always, have a nice day!