I walked through the streets of London; weaving my way through the crowds of muggles. It was too early on a Saturday morning. A cool breeze broke through the crowd whistling in my ears. I dragged my feet as I walked. I wasn't in any bit of a hurry. Those late nights and early morning were really taking their toll on me.

It would have been so much easier to just apparate to this bloody place but unfortunately the best coffee was right in the middle of muggle London. I had no choice but to walk, because there was no way in hell you were getting me on a bus with these… these people. I had to blend in with these mongrels. And I did a bloody good job of it too if I do say so myself. A black windbreaker replacing a cloak, with a faded t-shirt and jeans. My Chuck Taylors scraped the curb as I stepped up.

I looked down for two seconds and the entirety of my shoulder was smashing into someone whose face I never saw. "Why in Merlin are people out this early anyway?" I asked myself. It was about seven o' clock in the morning on a Saturday. Shouldn't these people be sleeping or watching the telly? Whatever it is these muggles do…

I cut across the street with a mass of people, squeezing my slender body through to the café doors. Pulling the door open I let out a small sigh of relief; for I was off that street. I looked around the quaint room, it smelled of books and coffee beans… It was surprisingly pleasant. I stepped up to the counter where a tan brunette was standing. She was surprisingly beautiful, her big brown eyes looking into mine sweetly. I glanced down at her name tag, reading her name softly in my head "Natalie". Not half bad. She seemed nice enough.

I smiled at her; one of my famous seductive smiles. Like off the muggle cartoons, where the hot guy smiles and his teeth glow with seduction. Like that, but real life.

"Good Morning, sir" she purred. "What can I do for you?"

"Morning, Natalie" I said softly "I'd like a large black coffee, if you could, sweetheart?" I winked.

She smiled blushing slightly. "Of course sir" She bit her lip softly, her cheeks still rosy and walked away to get my drink.

I walked over to a table, sitting down and looking at the books array on the shelf near me. "This would be like a paradise for Granger" I thought. I shook the thought of her from my mind, she didn't matter. I looked across the café out the window at the people passing on the street. Do they even know the powers that I hold, that people around them hold. With the wave of a wand they could all be dead, or levitating, or both. I smirked softly. My morbid side still comes out occasionally. How could it not? I was a right hand man to Voldemort himself for a good amount of time. You can't just go from mass murderers sidekick to daisy picker in a matter of moments.

Natalie came out with my coffee and I kindly paid her. She walked away and proceeded to leave her phone number on a napkin on my table. I smiled and stuck it in my pocket, even though nothing would come of it.

I drank my coffee slowly and relaxed for a moment. Closing my eyes I let myself think back to my days at Hogwarts, back to Potter, Granger and Weasley… When granger hit me in year three. And when I called her a mud blood for the first time… And the thousands of times after that. Back to her kissing the Weasel… Back to all the witty sarcastic comments she directed at me. None of them the least bit untrue… I ran a hand through my hair. Was I really feeling guilty? I suppose I was. I was turning over a new leaf. Letting the evil drain from my blood and the good morals fill it's place.

Then I heard her voice. The sweet sound, like birds in spring. I opened my eyes to see her chestnut hair flowing down her back, not as unruly as it used to be. It was actually straight and flat… And it was difficult for me to adjust. I hadn't seen her in months but she hadn't changed… And if she had that underlying beauty I always neglected to notice had just increased. Her big brown eyes, her little nose, the way her lips curved when she smiled. Merlin, was I drooling? "I need to leave" I told myself. As soon as she was seated with her nose, that perfect little nose, in a book. I walked up to Natalie.

"Can you give that girl over there a banana nut muffin? Thanks" I stated, handing her my money. "Keep the change for yourself, and… Give her this" I quickly jotted a note down on a napkin and handed it to Natalie. "Thanks" I baffled and turned, almost running out of the café.