AN- I don't own Harry Potter JK Rowling does.

Bella packed her books as the final bell rang. It had been a long day and it wasn't over yet by a long shot. Bella had exactly three hours till she was due at the club for work and her stomach was making some very distressing sounds.

"Ok, ok. I'll feed you" she muttered under her breath, while pointing her feet in the direction of town and her favourite restaurant, afraid that if she went home, she'd fall asleep and miss her shift. Hitching her bag higher, she walked through the throngs of early evening shoppers till she arrived at Le Petit Maison; the small, family run French restaurant in the heart of old London. Smells of fine food and the unmistakeable scent of chocolate wafted to her from across the street and her stomach made another sound of protest.

"We're here, so shut up" She whispered, crossing the street and entering. James, the Maitre d' took no time at all in a tight hug and kissing both her cheeks.

"Mon Cherie, it az been too long. Mama tort you ad dezerted uz for that new I-talian place." He exclaimed in his wonderful, but fake, accent. Bella knew for a fact that James had been born and bred in east London, due to the small detail of sharing a house with his sister but she also knew that the ladies that lunched love James, with his blonde hair, blue eyes and Casanova accent. It was really a shame that he wasn't her type, or more importantly, she wasn't his.

"James, I'm fine. You know I can't stand eating Italian, too many comments about my name. Tell Madam Garcia that I'd never dream of eating anywhere else." James laughed and swatted her with a menu.

"But you are beautiful, no matter what you zink. Your usual table mademoiselle?"

""Oui, sil vous plait." Bella laughed and took her customary seat by the window. "Tell Monsieur Garcia, I'll have whatever he's in the mood to cook and I'll have a very large glass of white wine." James smiled and left with her order, she heard excited French as he entered the kitchen, then he was back with the largest glass of wine ever seen by man,

"Papa say you're in for quite zee treat an you are not to rush around so much. He knows exactly why you 'avent been in. You shouldn't push yourself too much. He says you need to find yourself a nice boy." Bella smiled ruefully.

"Please tell me he's not still pushing you to ask me out."

James took a quick look around the restaurant before dropping his accent completely. "Honey, the day my dad tells me to find a nice boy, I will marry you." He laughed "Now you just relax, enjoy your wine and I'm going to seat that prime example of sex-on-a-stick stood by the bar." He gestured to a man stood at the other side of the restaurant and Bella raised and eyebrow at the view.

"Oh my, he does look yummy. Tell your dad to hold desert, I think it's just walked in." She said laughing, only around James could she be this inhibited. At Uni, she was the bookworm and the club she was the girl who could mix five cocktails in four minutes but here she was both one of the girls and part of the family.

"Hands off sister, I saw him first." He whispered before sauntering away. Bella caught snatches of James' accent in full flow before taking her book from her bag and a large sip of wine. Settling down more comfortably in her seat, she found her place and began to read.

"Harry had not expected Hermione's anger to abate overnight....."

"Excuse me, do you mind if I join you? I hate eating alone."

Bella looked up irritatedly from her book, annoyed at being interrupted. It didn't matter that she'd read the book seven times but when she saw exactly who was interrupting her, she didn't mind quite so much. Bella placed her book by her glass and placed a napkin over it, it wouldn't do to be seen reading a children's book. He really was, for lack of a better phrase, sex-on-a-stick. His raven hair was slightly messed, giving the impression that he'd spent all day running his hands through it and his eyes were astounding, a perfect shade of emerald mixed with the colour of a forest glade. He was tall, a good thing in Bella's book considering she was 5'8" herself and he had the body of someone that must either live in a gym or never spend a minute sat still.

"Not at all. Have a seat." Just then she saw James over the man's shoulder, throwing her dramatic evil glares and she laughed. The man opposite her looked offended and she quickly tried to explain herself. "I'm sorry but I think the guy that seated you is a little annoyed with me." The man looked over his shoulder at James, who was now miming Bella's death which turned into wiping a table as he noticed his audience. The man laughed

"To be perfectly honest, he was also a reason of me asking to sit here." Bella smiled

"James is an acquired taste but you'd love him if you got to know him."

"I get the feeling that's what James is counting on." He laughed good naturedly as both their meals arrived. The meal went smoothly, with none of the awkward silences you'd expect between strangers. They laughed about everything, he loved the fact she was smart and looked impressed at tales she told him from the club. Everything was going perfectly till he ran his hands through his hair and moved his fringe.

Bella's world seemed to stop. There, sat innocently on his brow was a scar, a scar that was shaped like a very define lightening bolt. She had to be hallucinating, there was no other explanation. He couldn't he real. While Bella's mind was turning somersaults, her dinner companion had noticed her silence.

"Hello? Are you ok?"

Bella gave her head a brisk shake

"I'm not sure, either I've lost my mind or your something that can't be real"

"What? Handsome, charming and ideal company?"

Bella shook her head and lifted the napkin from her almost forgotten book

"Oh right" he said, his face falling. Bella took stock of him again, his dark hair, his green eyes and his age that she'd put at around 28/29. It all fitted but to say what she was seeing was real would be like saying she'd had a breakfast of green eggs and ham before lunch with the Mad Hatter.

"I never caught your name Mr...?"

"Potter, you're right. I'm Harry Potter."

Bella's eyesight swam and she slid to the floor.

AN- Did you see that coming? I've seen everything done but this, read 10 different versions of the Epilogue, HHr, HG and even HDr fics but I thought this one would be fun to write. Please read and review.