"what do you mean another dark one? There's another one of him?" Killian asked, puzzled.
"More places have darkness than just this little tiny town you know. The rest of America for starters." answered Harry. "Are the second salemers still going? I've been doing some reading on them and they seem to be-"
"the second who?"
"Never mind." Harry answered hurriedly, shutting the topic down as quickly as he'd brought it up. "what I wanted to say was that my whole life has been spent fighting dark ones, death eaters, the dark lord. Hell, even my teachers. I'm not particularly keen on another war to be honest"
"war?"

"but" Harry continued, "if I have to, to avenge the people who I've lost... who I... I will admit I still haven't got over, I will." then he slipped into a introspective haze, he rested his chin on his hand and seemed to be talking without really thinking. "I'll make a second army. that'll be the day. Recruit everyone here and irradicate it all for good"
"whoah whoah whoah" Hook interrupted suddenly, sensing a gap in the conversation. "you're going to do all this, with a bloody magic stick... you still haven't explained that one to me by the way" Harry looked shocked.
"Oh sorry" he said, and he shifted round in his seat and proceeded to draw out a long thin piece of wood. It was about the width of a finger, and it was possible to see all manner of cracks, splinters and knots up and down its length. "this" he explained, dropping it on the table directly in front of Hook, "is my wand. I've had it since I was eleven. And this is my weapon. But, it's not just a weapon. It's just a... a general tool really, to help direct my magic through."
Hook didn't look particularly convinced. "That" he said sceptically, "is magical?"
"yes" was Harry's reply. "want to see?"
"don't see why not." said Killian, with little conviction.
So Harry picked up his wand, and twiddled it between his thumb and forefinger like a chopstick and proceeded to let it fall into it's natural position in his hand. Then he raised it a little, so that the end was pointed away from the pirate, who was now staring, fascinated, and he whispered "lumos"
Killian's eyes grew wide as a tiny orb of white light emanated from the tip. He looked ready to gasp, and he did, but the exhalation contained his usual catchphrase "bloody hell"
He turned round on his chair and gawped at his wife, who was sat at the bar.
"Oi Emma" he hissed, she turned round.
"what is it Killian? Did he threaten to kill you or something."
Killian began to turn pale. "No. Bloody hell of course not. He just" the colour returned to his cheeks and then some, he was turning bright red. "He showed me his stick."
Harry was listening intently to the conversation, and leapt in to correct the mistake "Wand. I showed him my wand."
There was a hint of annoyance, but another of amusement in Emma's voice as she replied "I hope to god there's no euphemism there"
"NO! no" Harry exclaimed. "no."
"Good, he might leave me if you did"
"What?" Killian shouted across the room.
"nothing"

Killian decided to ignore it and try to carry on as if nothing had happened, "Anyway" he said, with as much stoicism as he could muster "we were talking about dark ones?"
Harry sat up, rigidly in his chair, as if the topic had sent a bolt of lightning shooting down his spine. "Yes" he sighed "yes we were"
"can you tell us about the one you knew? What he was like, how and if you defeated him..."
and suddenly the jovial atmosphere had disappeared, evaporated like mist off a lake. and it seemed there would be no recovering it. Harry's eyes grew dark as he began his story.
"His name was Vold-no... His name was Tom Riddle, Killian. And he killed my family one night and disappeared. Only coming back to claim my friends and almost everyone I held dear. I spent seven years narrowly escaping, fighting him, dreading his return. And then finally, when I was just turned eighteen, I killed him"
Killian whistled "I'm sorry mate, I thought we had it tough here. Seventeen?"
Harry nodded solemnly. "Said I was used to it."