Food for your soul Ch12
Harry entered The Castle with Angela on his arm. The place was dark and the music was loud. Angela escorted him to the bar and ordered something a poisonous looking green. It was served in a tall martini glass with a second glass full of water. Angela placed a strange looking spoon on the top of the glass, added a sugar cube and slowly started pouring water over the cube. As she did so, the drink turned from poisonous green to a rather unappetizing yellow. Harry could smell the alcohol but it didn't have a strong smell. Then Angela removed the spoon and handed him the glass. The drink was strong. It tasted of anise and something floral as it burned it's way down his throat.
Absinthe wasn't bad but it was a little girly when compared to fire whiskey. Angela left him and returned to the bar. When she came back she was carrying a pitcher of something creamy looking and two chilled martini glasses.
"What's this?" Harry asked as he took a sip.
"It's an oh my god martini. Be careful, they go down very easily. If you have two of them, you'll end up holding the table crying oh my god trying not to fall over."
"What's in it?" Harry asked enjoying the drink.
"Coconut rum, Bailey's, banana liqueur, pineapple juice and milk. Shaken and strained. Do you like it?"
"It's good. You're not trying to get me drunk to take advantage of me are you?" Harry said with a wink.
"Yes." She smirked.
Harry looked at her a little startled as she began to laugh. "Let's go dance!" She said.
Goth industrial music was different. Harry wasn't sure he liked it but couldn't stop himself from moving to the music. If he didn't know better he'd say it had a magical quality to it. Harry was surprised by the amount of real vampires hidden in plain sight amongst the goths pretending to be vampires. They hadn't paid him any attention and tended to stick together rather than interact with the muggles.
When Angela went off to find herself another drink Harry approached the table of vampires. "Evening, would any of you ladies care to dance?" He asked with a bow.
"An English wizard, I think not. You do know that vampire hunting is illegal in America don't you?" A tall blonde man asked.
"I assure you, the most harm I would inflict on any of these ladies is accidentally stepping on their toes. As this isn't exactly a waltz that is unlikely. Harry Potter by the way."
The male vampire's eyes widened in recognition of the name. He turned to his female companions and said "it's up to you."
In the aurors Harry had learned that everything he had known about vampires was wrong. Vampires much like werewolves seldom wanted to pass on their curse. Occasionally someone went rogue and attempted to create their own coven much like Fenrir Greyback had created his pack. Unlike the werewolves though, those vampires were normally taken out by the vampire council. They always had a number of people lined up to feed from, as vampire venom has a narcotic quality. There are always people looking to get high in new ways. In general the only time it was acceptable to turn a human was after marriage so ideally they could be together forever. Even then few chose that option, allowing their loved ones to live a normal lifespan. The only reason the vampires has joined Voldemort's side during the war was because he had annihilated the five covens that had refused. Many had attacked the deatheaters and fled when given the opportunity.
A short brunette vampire nodded her head. "I'd like to dance with him." She looked at him with her big blue eyes. "I owe him that for killing Eugene's killer. Thank you for avenging my friends death Mr. Potter."
Harry smiled at her. He heard similar words frequently after the war. "You're welcome." He said holding out his hand to her. "What's your name?"
She took his hand. "Molly Peverell." She said with a smile.
"Would that make you my great great aunt or something then?" Harry blurted.
"I was born in 1418, my sister's child married into the Potter family. So yes." She said sadly.
Harry gave her a brief hug. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you auntie." He said with a cheeky smile.
She smiled back. "My father disowned me when I married a "dark creature".
Harry took both of her hands. "I Harry Potter, Head of House Peverell, reinstate Molly Peverell to the family and humbly apologize for how my ancestors wronged her. So mote it be!"
After a brief flash, Harry saw a now teary Molly staring at him. "I don't believe in the pureblood nonsense. My godson is the son of a werewolf. My goddaughter is a muggle, probably. A vampire in the family doesn't bother me."
She pounced on him. Hugging him harder than Hermione ever had.
"Need to breath." He weezed out after a minute. Molly still had her arms around him when Angela returned.
"Who's your friend Harry?" She asked giving Molly the stink eye.
"This is Molly Peverell, my cousin. Molly this is my friend Angela Chen. She was kind enough to let me stay at her house until my ship gets to Miami." Harry said.
"Are you in the Navy now?" Molly asked.
"No, I'm a cook on a cruise ship."
"I heard you were an aur… in law enforcement." She finished after seeing Harry subtly shake his head.
"I quit when I got promoted to a desk job. I was never a fan of paperwork."
Harry and Angela sat down with the vampires for a short while but it was rather uncomfortable for all involved. Finally, Harry gave Molly his phone number and suggested they meet the following night for dinner.
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Harry cracked open a bleary eye. His head felt like he'd been beaten with a shovel. There was a naked somebody, hopefully a woman, who's butt was pushed against his crotch. He remembered meeting Molly Peverell, then more dancing and drinking. He half remembered being told he couldn't sleep there, at some place that served waffles. He really had to pee. He hoped he was at Angela's house because he really wanted one of the hangover cures he kept in his bag.
Gently pulling his arm out from under the person in front of him, he rolled over and looked around for his clothes. Nothing looked familiar. Picking up his pants from the floor he looked out into the hallway. Yes, this was Angela's house. He must be in her bedroom. He quickly grabbed his clothes and scampered across the hall to his own room.
Soon after, with a hangover potion in his belly and bladder thankfully empty, he climbed into the shower. He smelled of smoke, alcohol, maple syrup? and sex. That was a sign of a good night out.
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Harry searched the kitchen. Where would she hide the coffee. Hell tea would be fine too. There was no caffeine to be found. Cute girl aside this was a house of horrors. What kind of person doesn't keep coffee in the house? What kind of person gets a man drunk, seduces him, then makes him walk to Starbucks? A fucking monster that's who.
Harry opened the front door. Ug natural light. Could someone please turn off the sun. No wonder Florida man was insane. It wasn't even eight in the morning and it was a thousand degrees outside.
Harry trudged down the road. For about ten minutes before spotting the evil green sign.
"Large coffee, black." He said throwing a few bucks on the counter.
"You mean Venti. What flavor would you like sir?" The fruity little weenie behind the counter said.
"Coffee flavored coffee. This is America, not Italy. I want a fucking large." Harry grunted. 'You Pretentious cocksucker' Harry added in his mind.
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Harry drank down the black swill that Americans believed was French Roast as he made his way back to Angela's house. He had to admit hangovers in dreary old England were much easier than sunny Florida. A second hangover potion and a gallon of water were needed before he would be able to be civil to anyone. Once he was feeling better he'd call Meghan. He really hoped Angela had no plans that involved him today.
He needed to recover before meeting up with Molly. Tomorrow he had to report to the ship.
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A/N: If you want to read another story about cook Harry, Kgfinkel has started one called A pinch of salt and magic. It's a younger and far more wholesome Harry. Good Dursley's and H/Hr, but pretty good so far… Thanks for the reviews.