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MOD/Immortal/FemHarry

Master Occlumns/Ligilimens

Metamorphmagus

'Parseltongue'

Memory

Prologue

John stood on the street staring at the Marauder's Bar and Grill, paws and hoof prints of three animals around the sign. Crossing the street, he watched a young, brunette woman walking back and forth behind the bar with a clipboard in hand. He slowly walked to the door, reaching for the antler-shaped door handle. Walking in he looked around at the old parchment themed walls with more paw and hoof prints all around. The varnished wood chairs neatly placed around the wooden tables. Three red felt pool tables in the corner, pool cues laying on top and balls set up, ready to be played.

"Sorry sir, we're closed, don't open for another four hours." He heard the soft voice of the women behind the bar. He turned to her watching her movements. Her long black hair up in a ponytail, the tips brushing her shoulders. She was looking down at her clipboard, checking things off with her pen before reaching up to check the top shelf alcohol. "If you're here for a job interview, you'll have to wait until I'm done here."

"I'm not here for a job interview. I'm looking for someone, named Harriet Black." John replied in his gruff, low voice, watching her every move.

"I know the name, how do you know her?" She asked, bringing her hand back down to check more things off.

"She's an old friend, from Lawrence, Kansas."

This causes her to stop what she was doing, still looking down at her clipboard. Turning around slowly, not knowing what he was going to do, she looks at him with her piercing green eyes and whispers "John."

He looks surprised for just a moment. She looked just like she did the last day they saw each other over 20 years ago. "Harry, what… how are you still so young?" His voice becoming much quieter than he thought it would.

"Actually John, my name is Rose Potter-Black. Always has been." She turns back to the alcohol, finishing her checklist. "And if you read the letter that I gave you all those years ago then you'd know how and why. Which you did, otherwise you wouldn't have known I was here." She puts the clipboard down before grabbing two glasses and a bottle of whiskey from the top shelf. Pouring some in each glass before sliding one across the bar to John asking "so, after 23 long years what could I possibly do for you?" She drank the whiskey in one go, trying to get control of her nerves. Seeing the man she had been in love with all those years ago was a lot harder than she thought it would be.

"I'm close to getting the thing that killed Mary." He glanced up at her, watching her face. She froze for just a moment, holding the bottle of whiskey in her hand before bringing the whole bottle to her mouth, taking a swig.

"Wow," she said quietly. "After all this time, you were able to figure out what killed her? What was it?"

"It was a demon, but a high ranking one. I don't want to just exorcise it back to hell, I want to kill it, and I think I know what could do the job." He takes a sip from his glass.

"And you need my help why? Sounds like you got this all handled."

"I need someone powerful on my side. It's strong, and I don't want the boys to get caught in the crossfire." He finished his drink.

She took a deep breath before sighing, "alright, where do we start?"

"The boys called me, they're in Chicago and believe they have a lead on the Demon. We need to meet up with them."

"Give me a minute finish up here."

A/N

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