A/N: Welcome to my Harry Potter fanfic! I used Sabrina Carpenter as a faceclaim for Olivia, but honestly if you'd prefer to use someone else be my guest. Enjoy!
Harry didn't understand what brought him into the tiny coffee shop in the first place, but he was glad he found it. He had been venturing through muggle London for hours, just wandering to get his mind away from the magical world.
It had only been a few months since the final battle and he still felt as lost as ever. Yes, he had defeated the darkest wizard of all time and yes, he was the boy who lived, but he was just so tired.
Everyone always wanted or needed something from him, and he hadn't a moment's rest since that final battle.
There was always another person to meet, people to talk to, conferences, meetings, etc. He just wanted to sleep for days on end with how ragged he truly felt. He had tried to be there for everyone including his adoptive family the Weasley's, but they didn't understand that he wasn't the same boy he was when they met him. War had taken its toll on everyone including himself. He was glad that they were all alive and well, but he wasn't going to be back to normal just as quick. Fred and George had gone back to the joke shop, Percy spent time with his family as well as his own job, Charlie was back in Romania, Fleur and Bill were waiting for the first born to arrive, Ron was basking in the Hero glory he gained from helping Harry, and Ginny... Well, he didn't even want to approach the subject of Ginny, knowing full well she loved him, but he couldn't find the feelings he was so sure of a year ago. Hermione had been his only saving grace through this all. Both had an understanding and a deeper connection as siblings, so they could understand that they needed time to adjust.
Which is how Harry found himself escaping the magical world even if only for a few hours and wandered the streets of London. He quickly found a small coffee shop that looked so discreet and unnoticeable to the common eye, he nearly passed it when he first glanced it.
Harry had ordered a simple hot tea and sat at a table looking among the people in the shop. The shop itself was lovely. Small round tables only about 5 in the quaint shop with bookshelves lining the walls. The books themselves looked worn, but beautiful with age. He sat at a table near the door, old habits of needing to be near the closest exit affecting his choice.
It was at the moment he began to drink his drink wanting to avoid his swirling thoughts that he saw her.
She was undeniably beautiful and yet so simple in nature. She had lovely blonde hair almost as golden as the sun with a pale complexion making her blue eyes stand out. She was sitting at the table closest to the window basking in the sunlight as she wrote in a small leather-bound journal. He watched as she would scribble something then scratch a part out then begin to write again. She would smile at parts and chew on her pen at others. Harry didn't understand why he watched her, feeling a bit strange in doing so, but unable to tear his eyes away from her.
She then suddenly looked at him and smiled a beaming smile that lit Harry's world with sunshine. Her full pouty lips over her perfect white teeth drew him in as he smiled tentatively back to which she looked back down at her journal and wrote more.
Harry desperately wanted to speak to her, but he couldn't find the nerve in him to do so. He then lost his chance when she looked at the small watch on her wrist causing her to jump up grab her coat and leave the coffee shop. However, as she was heading out of the door she smiled back at him and then walked out.
Harry couldn't have wiped the smile from his face even if he tried. He then noticed a small slip of paper was left on the table where she was sitting and he quickly picked his cup up and walked over to her seat.
On the table was a note that said
"I'm here every day from 1-3, until next time Emerald Eyes. -Olivia"