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"Hello Uncle Evans!"
Green eyes shot up to meet a pair of hazel eyes. Uncle Evans, as he was called, smiled as he saw the face he had seen a million times. Dark brown messy hair, hazel eyes and a signature smirk. It was none other than Harry Potter the third.
"Hello Harry." Uncle Evans greeted back. Harry leaned on the counter and looked up. Uncle Evans cleaned the glasses and asked, "The same as always, I am assuming?"
"No." running a hand through his hair, Harry said, "I would like two special butterbeer of yours, a huge pizza and all of those real."
"Not virtual?" Uncle Evans was impressed. "I thought you were one of the health freaks."
Harry laughed and said, "I am, Uncle Evans. It's just that," he lowered his voice, "I am on a date with a person who is not."
Uncle Evans chuckled and said, "It'll take around half-an-hour lad."
Harry winked, "I know. I have to take her sight-seeing. We'll be back within an hour."
Saying so, Harry left, leaving Uncle Evans to prepare the order.
It was 3027, about a thousand years after the defeat of Voldemort. Technology had strived and magic had depleted. Wizards still carried a wand for the small spells they knew, but it wasn't very often that it happened. Muggles and Wizards were well-aware of each other's existence, but nobody said any word. Hogwarts was still deemed the safest place, but not thanks to magic. Ministry was still very corrupt. And the old families which had been together after the downfall of Voldemort, had all scattered.
Uncle Evans' café was a small place in London, near the Leaky Cauldron. It was run by, of course, Uncle Evans'. Both muggles and wizards were fascinated by the shop. For it moved with the world.
Nobody knew for how long the café has been there. Everyone alive now says that the place was there even when their grandparents went out. People had asked Uncle Evans how old he was. He had chuckled and said, "About a thousand and something." Of course, nobody had believed him.
The world was relatively safer. No more threats of dark Lords, or any such nonsense. But then, one appeared.
She was worse than Riddle. Learned with magic forgotten long ago, she had enough followers and power to shake the world. When she had first appeared, Uncle Evans' had said, "Beware of her, for she is not a normal witch."
People had shaken his claims away.
Now, she was a rising terror. The Dark Witch, as she likes to call herself, never attacked in the open. But whenever something happened, people knew it was her.
"This is getting preposterous!" The Minister by the name of Solace, said. "We have everything under control. It is just a matter of time before we can capture her."
One side of the Wizards and Witches began shouting, staring a match between the two sides.
"Enough!" Everybody fell silent at the call of Chief Warlock Potter. He turned to the minister and said, "Minister, The Dark Witch is a terror that is not being able to be handled by us. She is far too quick, far too learned for us to capture her. What we need is a person who is as knowledgeable as her."
"And who do you have in mind Mr Potter?" came a voice from the crowd. Potter turned to see his cousin, another Potter asking this.
"Uncle Evans."
Again shouts broke into the chamber. As Minister and the Wizengamot finally shushed everyone, Minister turned to Potter and asked, "Have you lost your mind Potter? Uncle Evans? A café owner?"
"But Minister, he has been around for longer than we all know. My grandfather knew him. He is one of the oldest men we know and if anyone, he could help us."
The shouts increased after that. The Wizengamot ended with no satisfaction.
"Ah, senior Potter. Henry, isn't it?"
Henry Potter smiled as Uncle Evans recognized him. It was magic that this old man recognized everyone. Honestly, how do you keep tab of every person who walks in?
"Hello Uncle Evans." Henry greeted back.
"You just missed your son." Uncle Evans said, gesturing towards the door.
Henry shook his head and said, "I have come to talk to you."
Uncle Evans raised an eyebrow from behind his round glasses.
"It's about the Dark Witch." Henry whispered.
Uncle Evans' face turned from jolly to serious in matter of seconds.
"How can I help you?" he asked in a grave voice.
"Can we talk somewhere private?"
Uncle Evans' waved his wand and two or three people who were in the café took their food and left. The curtains drew and the sign turned to 'close'. Uncle Evans walked around the counter and lead Henry to a table of two. Summoning two coffees, He turned to Henry.
"What is it son?"
Henry took a deep breath and said, "There's a prophecy about my son. Of course, nobody believes in them anymore, but we Potters know better."
Uncle Evans nodded.
"It goes something like this, 'carrier of a great name, born to a long line of heroes, will join the long distant families. Mentored by the legend, he will defeat the rising threat and bring the peace long forgotten by many.' A small but very…different prophecy."
"So, by carrier of the great name, you are guessing it is Harry?"
"Harry Potter, uncle. I searched for this in the Hall of prophecies. It had his name. And the Dark Witch." Henry sighed. "Nobody would believe me. Not even my own wife. But Harry is naïve. He can't stand against the Witch we have not been able to defeat. I want to be sure that he will manage."
"What do you want me to do?" Uncle Evans asked.
"You do know that I know who you are right? I mean, the truth had been passing through generations of this Potter line."
"This Potter line?" Uncle Evans raised an eyebrow.
Henry sighed. "The other Potters do not believe us. They think we are backward."
Uncle Evans took a deep breath. "Henry, the prophecy says mentored by a legend. It could be anyone."
"But you are not just anyone!" Henry shouted. He looked around and then took deep breaths. "You yourself have had great guidance. Please, i am sure the legend is you."
"If anything Henry," Uncle Evans added gravely, "I try not to be involved wit the outer world anymore Henry. When is the last time you have seen me out of this place?"
"But please Uncle Evans, please help my son. You are my only hope!" Henry closed his eyes and almost began sobbing. Controlling himself, he and added, "I am next on the Dark Witch's list. I know she is coming after me and my wife. Harry is our only son. All I want is for him to be safe and sound and ready for whatever is to come. Please."
Uncle Evans was deep in thought. Henry looked for any indication, for a flicker of emotion, but none came. Finally, he nodded and said, "Fine. But you'll have to tell him who I am."
"Consider it done."
Three days later, on a pretty gloomy day, Harry Potter walked in Uncle Evans' café. Uncle Evans was about to greet him when he saw the boy's heartbroken face. Concerned, Uncle Evans' left the counter and went to him. Placing a hand on the young man' shoulder, he asked, "What's wrong lad?"
"She killed my parents." He whispered. "I am going to kill that woman."
Uncle Evans' looked into Harry's eyes and saw guilt, rage, fear-everything he himself once feared.
"Dad told me to come to you. So I am here."
Uncle Evans' patted the young man on his shoulder and said, "We have a lot to talk about."
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