Disclaimer: I hope this is the last time I have to say this but I DO NOT OWN NOR PROFIT FROM THE HARRY POTTER FRANCHISE NOR DO I PLAN TO! I am writing this for the sake of my own enjoyment and because I wanted to contribute to the fandom I love.

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"Thank you and have a great day!" Harry waved cheerfully at the young couple as they left, their spot quickly taken by yet another customer.

Harry smiled brightly. "Hello and welcome to Rissing Sun Cafe! What can I get you?"

The man squinted at the board behind Harry, tapping a finger against the counter as he did so. He was dressed in a neat black suit with his grey tie tucked symmetrically from collar to button. His mahogony colored hair was slicked back and perfect with not a hair out of place. His face was rather handsome, in a sort of professional way. His face was quite long, with defined cheek bones and a pair of thin silver rimmed glasses sat upon a straight nose. His brows were a few shades darker than his hair and was arched rather Vulcan-like. His lips were thin and pursed a little as the man tried to decide what he wanted.

This man was quite handsome, Harry decided.

"I will have the raspberry cheesecake with the chocolate and caramel machiotto iced coffee, if you don't mind," the man said with a polite smile.

"Of course, mister! And is there anything else you wish to order?" The man shook his head. "Alright, then! Your order will be ready shortly," Harry said, his smile having never diminished as he left the counter and into the backroom.

Harry quickly got to work, taking measures to make this order perfect. He'd been at it for hours up at the front and even now he didn't tire from it. Perhaps it was the promise of pay or the satisfaction of doing something that provided an almost decent living for his daughter and himself. Either way, he didn't know nor did he care. He was happy and that's what mattered.

The chilled beverage at hand Harry grabbed a small plate from the shelf where he placed a helping of cheesecake with a drizzle of raspberry syrup and a couple raspberries on top and carried the the order outside where the customer was waiting.

"Here you are, mister," he said as he passed the food and drink to the man carefully. "One iced chocolate and caramel machiotto. And one raspberry cheesecake!" The dessert taken, Harry watched the man's thin mouth stretch into a brilliant smile that showed slightly crooked white teeth.

"Thank you, dearie. I hope you have a lovely day," the man said. Harry's eyes closed with the force of his smile, a pink blush gracing his cheeks.

"You too!" Harry beamed and the man nodded before taking his order to an empty place near the window. Harry was just about to turn to his next customer when a tap at his shoulder brought his attention to his employer, who smiled kindly.

"It's past twelve, child. You need to take a break for a while," she said, patting the wizard's shoulder.

"Is it really that late?!" Harry asked in shock, his head swiveling to the clock.

Sherri nodded. "It is." Sherri looked amused at her newest employee's shocked face. It wasn't everyday her employees would forget their breaks and continue to work as if it was their most favorite hobby. This kid had to be reminded almost daily! It was refreshing.

"I'm sorry," Harry chuckled nervously, mindlessly tucking a stray chunk of hair behind his ear. Sherri only shook her head.

"Nevermind that, hon. You go rest up now and leave this to me." Patting his back she shooed Harry away turned to his next customer.

Harry blinked rapidly for a moment before his smile once again returned and he dodged servers and cooks expertly as he made his way to the break room.

Harry was greeted by the sight of his daughter asleep in her swing as soft music played from the little speaker at the top. Her head wresting gently on the blanket (specifically put there for that purpose as she still couldn't control her head properly), her hippo stuffy clutched in one hand while the other wrested at her mouth.

He knew he was being a little too prideful, but Harry believed his child was the cutest being that he'd ever laid eyes on.

"If you'd like, I'll take a picture of her?" The peaceful moment was broken and Harry jumped.

"Woah there! Your gonna wake the baby, you nimrod." Marcy smacked his head before flopping onto the couch with a loud sigh that made the baby jerk.

Harry busied himself with rooting through his diaper bag, trying to reorganize it. "So how'd you manage to sneak in this time? Window or vent?" Harry asked lowely, not wanting to be over heard. Marcy had a nack for breaking into her mother's restaurant without her notice.

"What makes you think I was late?" asked Marcy, her voice high and unconvincing. Harry gave her a pointed look and she scoffed. "Well since you have SO much faith in me, I'll have you know I've been in the back this entire time watching my darling niece! I don't need an excuse to do that, do I?! I am perfectly capable of being a responsible adult that shows up to work on time and takes care of her brothers kid at the same time! I'm a fuckin' super-aunt, that's what i am!" She laughed maniacally, her eyes shifting around the room, looking for an escape.

Harry shook his head. "I know your capable of being responsible. I never said you weren't! But can I let you in on a little secret?" asked Harry, leaning in close to Marcy who eyed him shrewdly before leaning in as well.

"I can detect your lies as well as a goblin banker can detect an imposter," Harry whispered mysteriously.

"That's weird," Marcy whispered back.

"But no less true," said Harry, throwing his arms behind his head as he leaned back.

"You are the strangest boy I have ever met."

"Also true."

Marcy cackled but stopped when Hope let out a low whine. Checking to make sure the girl was sound asleep, the teen's chuckled behind their hands.

"Well," Harry started, after he got over his amusement. "Since you've been here the entire time, I hope you'll be able to tell me what happened to all the formula?" He'd bought it just yesterday and it was nowhere to be found. Marcy winced.

"Yeah, about that," She chuckled nervously, scratching her chin. "I may have accidentally dropped it and kinda dumped most of it on the floor? And I thought it would be bad for the baby if I scooped it back into the thing, so I kinda threw it out before anyone could notice. BUT," she continued quickly as Harry let out an exaggerated sigh, rubbing his eyes beneath his coke bottle glasses. "I'll be willing to pay you whatever much to replace it, m'kay?"

Harry paused in his eye rubbing to glance up at his friend. He didn't want her money. He didn't have a problem replacing one canister of formula- though, hypothetically, it would cost more than a week's work of food for him if Mrs. Weasley stopped ever stopped sending him food every week-. He always split his food money in half for such occasions like this anyways, so it wouldn't matter.

With another (softer) sigh, harry smiled kindly. "No, it's fine. I have another at home so don't worry about it," he lied, waving his hand nonchalantly. Marcy stubbornly shook her head.

"If you won't take the money I'll just go buy a can myself and give it to you later, so-" Rooting through her wallet she slammed a few notes onto the cushion beside him and sat back with her arms crossed against her chest defiantly. Glanced between her and the money beside him Harry, resigned, picked up the money and counted silently.

"This is too much."

"I don't care," said Marcy hotly.

The two teens stared each other down, green and blue flashing as each willed the other to look away first.

The silence was broken by a soft yawn and a sleepy wine, drawing the attention of all in the room.

"Hey there, sleepy-head," Harry cooed as he gently scooped her out of the swing. Hope blinked up at him sleepily, her face scrunched slightly. Placing her on his chest as he laid down, Harry kissed her little brow. "Did you have a good sleep? Hm?"

Marcy watched the small family endearingly.

"I put her down only an hour ago, so she's been sleeping for a while," said Marcy, leaning forward to smooth dow the black fuzz of Hope's hair. Harry hummed as Hope squirmed, rubbing her face (and her nose) into his chest as Harry patted her bum gently.

"Thank you, by the way," Harry said quietly, not looking anywhere but at his daughter. He wasn't used to people helping him financially- especially with his daughter, who he'd only had for a couple of months and he'd been set on hiding from the start.

"It's nothing, really. Just replacing what I wasted," Marcy replied, still stroking Hope's head.

Hope, now much more awake, stared at her daddy's face; her eyes dancing over his features as a small hand reached out and scratched at his chin.

Harry grinned and kissed her hand, making Hope smile sweetly and laugh. Beside him, Marcy laughed too.

"So what was that about taking her picture?" asked Harry, still kissing Hope's hand and making her giggle.

"Ah! That's right!" Smacking herself slightly Marcy darted over to the other side of the room were she began to loudly rustle through her things, muttering to herself all the while. Curious, Harry sat up, baby safely pinned to his chest as he watched his friend throw aside item after item from her bag.

"Aha!" she exclaimed, holding a camera over her head as she clambered to her feet, nearly tripping in her excitement as she ran back to her place on the opposite couch.

Grinning from ear to ear, Marcy held up her finding with pride.

"Ya know what this is?" She asked slyly. Harry took in the flawless silver of the camera and its retractable lense with polite interest.

"An expensive camera?" Harry guessed.

"Au contrare, my technologically impaired friend! This is not JUST an expensive camera!" Taking off the lense cap, she pressed a button on the top that made the lense contract and retract. Harry would admit that he was slightly impressed by the small contraption, having never seen anything like it. The only camera's he's ever experienced were the cheap disposable kind that his aunt would use.

Marcy turned the camera around and shoved it in his direction, allowing him to see the fancy little screen that showed a blurry bit of her shoes before she took it away again.

"This," she began. "Is an entire six months worth of allowance and waitressing tips! The crowning jewel of my collection!" She cackled, not bothering to hide her enjoyment now that she didn't have to.

Marcy kind of reminded him of Collin Creevy; energetic and eager to snap a picture of whatever delighted her. He'd been lucky to avoid posing for her (as she has asked on a day to day basis), but allowed her to snap a few while he wasn't looking- usually when he was working and unaware. She'd shown him a few and Harry rather liked how the natural settings changed the feel of each picture.

"Do you wanna do it now? Or just wait till the end of the day," asked Marcy. Harry noticed how she fidgeted in her seat and how her eyes gleamed eagerly. Harry chuckled.

"I think we can do it now," Harry decided.

Harry patted Hope's back as she jerked when Marcy shot out of her seat, fists in the air as she bounced on the soles of her feet excitedly.

"YES! Thank you! THANK YOU! I've been waiting for this forever, YES! Okay, I won't disappoint you! These are gonna be the most kick-ass photos you will ever see. I promise!" She did a little jig before she snatched his child from his chest and began to blow raspberries into her cheeks.

Harry resigned himself to his fate as he too was grabbed and forced to endure her overzealous affections.

A little while later, a tired and weary looking Harry returned to the front counter.

6:43.

Another seventeen minutes and I'll be headed home for the night, thought Harry, lazily sweeping the floor beneath one of the booths. He stifled a yawn as he swept the mess into the dustpan before tossing the it into the bin.

He did not take into account just how tired he'd be when Marcy was through with him. She had him pose with Hope for his entire break- two hours of being prodded and pushed, listening to Marcy's constant jabber, trying to keep Hope happy and still so they could finish sooner- before he was finally allowed to escape.

As Harry worked, he didn't notice the pair of eyes watching him from across the street.

A/N: Hi everybody! I'd like to thank everyone for sticking with this story so far. I know it's horribly riddled with grammatical errors and spelling mistakes, not to mention the plot holes the size of the Grand Canyon lol. I hope that you guys continue to enjoy reading this and I'd love to hear what you guys think!