Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and co. They belong to the great J.K. Rowling.
Note if you want to know what the storied title means then it is at the bottom of the story
I sat nursing the beer in some seedy dive in some bleak part of London. I hoped that no one really notice the rust color stains on my shirt was blood. It was an old stain from someone. I wasn't to sure if it was from when one of my pack was hurt or from some one we had killed. I sighed into my beer and looked around the bar. I wasn't to sure if I was the only not drinking. My dad was to my left, he still had a good half a bottle of some amber colored liquor to drink.
Whatever he was drinking was darker then our eye color. Luna sat on his left she looked to be passed out holding on to an empty bottle of mescal . Harry was to my right with a bottle quarter of vodka and a shot class. Blaise sat to his right drink osme red whine at lest I hoped it was whine I could smell to well with all the other scents in the air. "You, know what" Luna slurred as she raised he head off the table. I guess I was wrong about her being passed out. "um what?" my dad asked before taking a swig out of his whiskey bottle. "we should kidnap Harry" I blink "wht you have me" harry said "No not you the baby harry." luna said standing only to fall to the floor
I was sure she was passed out now. I glared at the man as he made his way over to us. " last call. I be back with you tab tolled." he told us I shoved my dad over so I could pick up luna. I tossed her on the table she laded with a doll thumb I smiled before pulling out my wand then turned the table into a porty key. Blaise was glaring at me as we landed "help me get them in bed." I said he said nothing, however he did take luna to the other room. My dad looked a little more then green so I quickly placed he in the other room in the bed closest to the window. I came back to get harry only to see that Blaise had already taken him to their room.
I sighed and plopped down on the couch. only to jump up at the sound of someone appointing into the room. When I saw who I froze. It was Harry however he wasn't alone. In his arms he held a baby not just any baby but a baby with a lighting bolt scar. I quickly took the baby from Harry and a good thing to seeing as he chose that moment to pass out.
The title means Ceres a calce revocari ( To have to start all over(latin)