'Oh God what hit me." Harry said as he picked his head off the bar and looked up to see a half finished bottle of Firewhisky sitting in front of him. He looked around the pub and no one was around. All the booths were empty. All the seats along the bar were vacant. Suddenly a bright light turned on. Harry shudders, "Stop pointing that thing."
"Oh Harry you're up." Replied Tom, "I left you hear earlier tonight because you were hammered beyond belief." Tom's face was much more wrinkled then Harry had remembered it from the night before.
"How much Firewhiskey did you let me have last night?" Harry asked.
"I didn't get you drunk. You were pretty hammered when you arrived here. Mumbling on about the battle of Hogwarts, and Voldemort. You asked Herbert for a bottle of Firewhisky and started chuggin' away." Tom said, "You were half finished the bottle when closing time came around and I didn't want to see you try and get home on your own. James, Albus, and Lily shouldn't see you as you were last night Harry."
"Shit, Ginny must be worried sick. I never came home from the Auror's office last night." Harry said, still slurring his words from the massive headache he had acquired.
"Don't worry 'bout Ginny." Tom said reassuringly, "I sent her an owl as soon as you arrived. She should have gotten it by now. I've got some floo powder if you want to contact her."
"No thanks Tom. Hangovers and Floo powder do not mix well. I should wait until morning. Do you have a spare room tonight?"
"For you Harry, always. Actually I have the same room open today as the one you used last time you had to stay here."
"Can you get me up for 6 today Tom. Work will be hell today."
"Harry it's a Saturday."
"Shit."