Simple fic, not much to be said. I'm guessing this is somewhere during the time-skip at the end of 7.
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Harry, Ron and Hermione walked down the not quite busy street, the two boys talking animatedly about a recent Quidditch game and Hermione trying to understand their excitement. Suddenly there's an explosion behind them, and the trio whip around, hands near their wands. Hermione's eyes narrow, and she gives Ron a whithering glare. "Care to explain why those flames are electric blue?"
The redhead raises his hands defensively, gesturing at the cafe that, until recently, they'd been sitting in. "I didn't do anything!"
As Hermione turns her glare upon Harry, a person runs into him. The young man tilts precariously, grabbing his friend's sleeve for balance. This is fruitless, and as Harry falls, he drags Ron with him. In an instinctive act, Ron grabs his girlfriend's wrist, but only pulls her down as well. The end result of the collision is three wizards sprawled unceremoniously on the sidewalk with a man standing over them.
As Harry registers faded converses, the man reaches down and grabs his hand, pulling him to his feet. "Terribly sorry about that mister...?"
Dusting himself off, Harry replies puzzeledly. "Uh, Harry. Not Mr. anything, just Harry."
"Alright, Just Harry. Isn't that a funny name?" Before he can reply though, the man begins a monolouge that is delivered so fast the words blur together. Deciding to figure out exactly who just knocked him over, Harry looks at the chattering man. A long brown coat, a blue pinstriped suit, faded and tattered converses, and a mop of unruly brown hair over an oddly familiar face. As Harry contemplates just how this man can wear such decript shoes with an immaculate suit and not look like an idiot, the man seems to realize something. "Oi! Are you lot listening?" Hary starts, taken by surprise. Ron and Hermione are now standing next to him, and the man is looking somewhat annoyed. "Well I'm not going to repeat myself, so you lot had better just run on off home." And with that said, he turns on his heel and sprints towards the burning building yelling at the top of his lungs "I'm coming Rose! I'm coming!"
Harry shares a look with his friends, and they shrug before resumeing their walk away from the cafe. Hermione taps Harry on the shoulder, "Did you recognize him?"
"Yeah, he looked familiar, but I can't put my finger on where I've seen him before."
They walk another block in relative silence before Ron snaps his fingers, "Fake Moody!" His friend give him an odd look, and he smacks his forehead. "Barty Crouch Junior! The fake Moody!"
Harry's brow furrow, "But I saw a dementor kiss him." They walk in silence for another block before Ron starts up their earlier conversation, and they pass the big blue box without a second glance.
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