Food for your soul Ch14

Disclaimer: JKR owns the rights to Harry Potter and I'm not her.

Harry took his bags with him when he went to meet with Molly Peverell. He'd apperate to Miami after the meeting. The sun was just dipping below the horizon when his phone rang. He quickly arranged to meet at a waffle House not far from the club they were at the night before.

Harry said goodbye to Angela in the parking lot at the Castle night club, where she was collecting her car. He called a taxi because he was unsure of where he was going. He tipped double the fare when he realized he had called a taxi to take him three blocks.

He dragged his bags from the cab and proceeded into the restaurant finding Molly already there waiting for him. The place was what Americans called a greasy spoon. The food wasn't very good but there was a lot of it and it was reasonably inexpensive. Harry was almost certain the best thing they would serve was the coffee. As Harry set his bags down Molly stood to great him. Her pulled her into a quick hug before sitting across from her.

"Hi Molly, or would you prefer Aunty?"

"Molly please. I have had anyone call me Aunty in nearly five hundred years."

"So, how are you? Sorry w couldn't talk more last night but my friend is a muggle that's not in the know."

"I still think that law is silly."

"Maybe, I have to disagree though. I grew up with magic hating muggles, I'd hate to see what they could get up to n large groups."

"You have a point. So tell me about yourself. I of course have heard about you. I left England the last time in '66 when the dark lord was on his first rise. He attacked my coven, only four of our nearly two hundred survived. Our leader was Eugene, he had been my friend since before I was turned. Again thank you for killing that animal."

"Grew up with muggles after my parents were murdered, went to school, killed a dark lord, became an auror, quit and became a cook." He said with a smirk.

"I was hoping for more details. What is your favorite color? Who are your friends? What do you do for fun? What was your favorite subject in school?"

"Green, My best friends are Hermione who now lives in Australia and Meghan my… girlfriend? Mother of my Mena. I like to fly, cook, have hot sweaty fun and recently I've taken up writing. Defense was my favorite subject, mostly out of necessity but I think charms was my favorite class. Professor Flitwick was great."

"You got a woman pregnant and didn't marry her?" She scowled at him.

"No, I gave her daughter my name. Meghan wouldn't want to marry me."

"Ah, what do you write?"

"A few weeks ago, I released two cookbooks teaching men how to cook." He said with a smile.

"Harry wizards don't cook."

"I am a wizard. I cook for a living. I am willing to teach anyone looking to learn. I don't like the expectation that online women can be good at cooking so I hope to change it by example. I didn't think muggleborns, the cursed, those with creature ancestry etc. Were less, so I fought. This is no different."

"I guess that's okay then. How do you feel about foreigners?"

"People are people. Some are okay, some are assholes. Why?"

"I hate Muslims."

"Can you explain why?"

"My brother was taken as a slave, he and most of our town. 220 men, women and children were snatched from their beds in the night and we're all supposed to forget our own history and be the bad guys now."

"What does that have to do with Muslims?"

"For nearly a thousand years the British isles were the picking grounds for slave traders. First the Vikings, then the Romans, then the Muslims. Did you really think the Crusades we're all religious fervor? The North African slave trade or white slavery wasn't stopped until after the Atlantic slave trade. It wasn't until the fall of the Ottoman Empire that it finally stopped."

"Huh. I'll have to research that. I've never been much for history. Molly, I'm not saying how you feel is wrong. You have your reasons but I will say that hate never makes anything better. Hating people today for what their ancestors might have done is silly. I highly doubt I would have gotten along with many of my old family members. You are a prime example. I find it abhorrent that they disowned you because you fell in love with someone they didn't like. It's possible the Potter's were pureblood fanatics, they could have been followers of Voldemort had they still lived. You can believe what you like but I have to disagree with you and I think we should change the topic."

"The Potter's were never pureblood fanatics. They were merchants. They'd take anyone's gold. They tended to marry for love and often rejected marriage contracts." Molly said with a shrug.

"Thank you, I know very little about my family. I know they were Welsh and tended to be potions masters or inventors but that's about it."

"The Potter's were Welsh, they congregated near Bathesda. The Peverell family was from Cornwall but we moved after the town was attacked. We resettled in Godrics Hollow. Your great great great etc. Grandfather used to travel through town selling his wares. That's how he met my niece. The house your parents lived in was to widows house in my day. My sister lived there after her husband died. It along with the rest of the family assets passed into the Potter line after that. My brother was the only son left in the family. The others didn't see ten years. Of course that was common then."

Harry and Molly chatted for a few hours before exchanging information to write to one another. Harry thought she was a rather nice old lady but had some rather old ideas that he just couldn't agree with. Maybe he could convince her to change her mind by continuing to talk with her. He understood her perspective but things had changed. He wouldn't force his opinions on her but he also wouldn't allow her to force herd onto him.

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The ship Harry was permanently assigned to was huge. Two casinos, seventeen bars, twelve restaurants, six lounges and five dining rooms plus room service. Up to six thousand guests and four hundred crew. His room was bigger but he would share it with two people.

Harry was assigned to the line on first shift. Four in the morning until four in the afternoon six days a week. Luckily this shift was garaunteed more shore leave when the ship was in Port. His day was hectic, two hours of breakfast prep followed by three hours of breakfast service, two hours of lunch prep and two hours of lunch service and finally three hours of dinner prep. All with intermittent cleaning. Take a break when it was slow. In the three days onboard so far he hadn't been able to leave the line for more than a quick piss or a glass of water. The first stop was Mexico and he was looking forward to seeing the sights.

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