REVENGE IS SWEET: Dinner with Hans.
After a month of a lot of casualties of war, Voldermont was depressed. Just last week, he lost his greatest allies, the Dementors. They were gone or missing due to the mystery person who kept destroying his supporters. The mysterious person conjured a rain that melted the Dementors. The Giants have run away from him after hearing the news of the Dementors. Not only that, another threatening message was seen when the Dementors melted.
ALLIES OF THE DARK LORD BEGONE.
It was a simple message but a big blow to Voldermont.
Meanwhile in Hogwarts, Hermione and Ron were having their lunch in the Three Broomsticks. They were on alert if Voldermont attacked another muggle place. They talked about the previous weeks that happened to them, Voldermont and the whole Wizarding community.
"Voldy is getting weaker and weaker every weak, isn't it great," Ron said, he was not afraid anymore of saying Voldermont's name.
"Yeah, every time we see him, he always gets scared easily. You never know what he would lose the next time," Hermione said with a laughed.
"Maybe his clothes, the Daily Prophets would start a tabloid about it," Ron said, they laughed their hearts out.
Hermione stopped laughing and wiped her happy tears away. "I wish that Harry could see what we saw," Hermione said thoughtfully.
Ron smiled, "Yeah, he be laughing like us, he would kick back and relax, let that mysterious attacker do the thing."
"That was very nice of you to say that," Hermione raised her eyebrow.
"Hey, we know Harry more than he knows himself," Ron said in a cool manner. Hermione nodded in agreement. They know how Harry would react to the situation. Little do they know who the mysterious attacker is really.
Suddenly a little piece of note was floating through Hogsmeade. It flew everywhere like it was flying on a certain place. It did and it flew to where Hermione and Ron ate. It went inside the Three Broomsticks and landed on their table. Hermione was puzzled by the note and picked it up. Ron glanced at her and the note.
"What's that?" he asked curiously.
"A note," she answered, she read it.
If you want to know about this past weeks and the mysterious attacker, go to a muggle restaurant called 'The Victorian', you know where it is for dinner with me, the guy who appeared this past weeks. Dress nicely.
Yours concern, Hans Nesbett.
P.S: This is not a trap, trust me.
Hermione was in utter shock about the message. She gave the note to Ron to read. He too was in utter shock. They looked at each other.
"Do we need to go?" Ron asked her.
She was curious and wanted to know a few things but she too was afraid that if it was a trap set by Voldermont. She took a risk, "I know where the restaurant is, and do you want to come?"
Ron was feeling feeble but he too wanted to know some things like Hermione. "Let's go tonight. I wear my robe," he said.
"No silly," she laughed, Ron was puzzled. "This is a muggle restaurant, we need to act like muggles," she said ad continue laughing. Ron was embarrassed.
That night they wore nicely and went to the restaurant. It was a nice restaurant. It has an indoor for none smoking and outdoors for the smokers. Hermione went to talk to the girl at the counter.
"Um... It's there a Mr. Hans Nesbett here, we have an invitation from him," Hermione said politely.
"Mr. Nesbett, wait just a second," the girl looked through the booking list. "Ah, yes he is here, he's waiting for you at table seven," the girl notified Hermione.
Hermione thanked the girl and she and Ron went to table seven. The table was outside so they went there. Luckily for them, there was only one person sitting outside so they assumed that the person was Hans. A guy was drinking a glass of wine and reading a newspaper. He has a dark hair and a not so long nose. Hermione and Ron went to him.
"Hullo, are you by any chance, Mr. Nesbett?" she asked shyly.
Hans put down the paper and looked at them, "Why, hullo there Hermione and Ronald, call me Hans, sit down and let's order some food, waiter." Hans called the waiter and they order some foods. Hermione and Ron sat down, feeling awkward meeting someone that they did not recognize.
When they finish ordering, Hermione asked Hans, "What is the reason that you want us here?" Hans gave her a grin.
"Dinner, some fine wine and some information that you might be interested in," Han said cheekily. Ron and Hermione raised their eyebrows; they were a little bit cautious about Hans.
"I'm treating you to a dinner because a friend of mine wanted you to enjoy this lovely night before a great surprise to the world will be revealed next week," Hans explained, still keeping his grin. The food came, Hermione was surprised that it was fast.
"We just ordered five minutes ago, how did they?" Hermione was stupefied.
"This not an ordinary restaurant, Hermione," said Hans.
"What kind of restaurant is it anyway?" Ron was munching away the foods.
"It's a muggle restaurant with a wizard as its Head Chef and the workers are wizards and witches who wanted to be chefs themselves," Hans explained, slurping the soup.
Hermione tasted the foods and she liked it very much. "Wow, this is way better than the other restaurants in France," she said gleefully.
"I'm glad you like it, very well, on to business," Hans said, the two friends looked at him not realizing the food has affected them. "I want you to tell Dumbledore that Voldy will be gathering his entire troop to attack Hogwarts as his final retaliation," he requested them.
"Voldermont is going to attack Hogwarts," Ron said out loud, Hermione shushed him. It's good thing that they were the only ones outside.
"Are you sure?" Hermione asked worryingly.
"Pretty sure, my contacts said so; he was the one that notify me and my friends about the Dementors' weakness. He told us a powerful spell can destroy them forever," Hans said.
"So that's where the mysterious attacker came in," Ron said.
"Yes and he did a great job," Hans said proudly.
"Do we know him?" Hermione asked curiously.
Hans grin again, "That's for you to know next week because there will be a spectacular show for you all to see."
"A show but we are at war here," Hermione said in rage.
"Calm down, the people will be happy to see it especially the Ministry," Hans said coolly. Hermione calmed down and continue eating.
"Why do you come to us and not Dumbledore?" Ron asked.
Hans gave a huge grin this time, "Because both of you are the luckiest boy and the luckiest girl I ever seen." They were confused by his choice of words. Hans stood up, "Well I better get going, lots of thing s to do, Goodbye then."
"Wait, where are you going?" Hermione was annoyed by is sudden leaving. "I still have some questions for you," she shouted but Hans disappeared.
Hermione sat back and looked at the food. Ron finished his food, "Look there some money on the table."
Hans left some money for them to pay. He too left a note and they read it.
All would be over soon.
It was just a line. They remained quiet after they pay the food and apparated home.
Meanwhile, Hans stopped a taxi. He went into the taxi, "Driver to Luton, please."
The taxi drove off. "Driver? It's that what you call to a friend," said the driver.
"Then what should I call you the scar head boy," Hans mocked the driver.
The driver went quiet for a moment, "So how did it go?"
"Alright, they will tell Dumbledore about it and judging from their minds, they missed you," Hans told the driver. The driver looked gloomy. "Oh, don't be sad, next week would be the best day of your life," Hans cheered the driver.
Why would Hans cheer the taxi driver and who is this driver?
END....
Inspired by The Return of the Deadman.
After a month of a lot of casualties of war, Voldermont was depressed. Just last week, he lost his greatest allies, the Dementors. They were gone or missing due to the mystery person who kept destroying his supporters. The mysterious person conjured a rain that melted the Dementors. The Giants have run away from him after hearing the news of the Dementors. Not only that, another threatening message was seen when the Dementors melted.
ALLIES OF THE DARK LORD BEGONE.
It was a simple message but a big blow to Voldermont.
Meanwhile in Hogwarts, Hermione and Ron were having their lunch in the Three Broomsticks. They were on alert if Voldermont attacked another muggle place. They talked about the previous weeks that happened to them, Voldermont and the whole Wizarding community.
"Voldy is getting weaker and weaker every weak, isn't it great," Ron said, he was not afraid anymore of saying Voldermont's name.
"Yeah, every time we see him, he always gets scared easily. You never know what he would lose the next time," Hermione said with a laughed.
"Maybe his clothes, the Daily Prophets would start a tabloid about it," Ron said, they laughed their hearts out.
Hermione stopped laughing and wiped her happy tears away. "I wish that Harry could see what we saw," Hermione said thoughtfully.
Ron smiled, "Yeah, he be laughing like us, he would kick back and relax, let that mysterious attacker do the thing."
"That was very nice of you to say that," Hermione raised her eyebrow.
"Hey, we know Harry more than he knows himself," Ron said in a cool manner. Hermione nodded in agreement. They know how Harry would react to the situation. Little do they know who the mysterious attacker is really.
Suddenly a little piece of note was floating through Hogsmeade. It flew everywhere like it was flying on a certain place. It did and it flew to where Hermione and Ron ate. It went inside the Three Broomsticks and landed on their table. Hermione was puzzled by the note and picked it up. Ron glanced at her and the note.
"What's that?" he asked curiously.
"A note," she answered, she read it.
If you want to know about this past weeks and the mysterious attacker, go to a muggle restaurant called 'The Victorian', you know where it is for dinner with me, the guy who appeared this past weeks. Dress nicely.
Yours concern, Hans Nesbett.
P.S: This is not a trap, trust me.
Hermione was in utter shock about the message. She gave the note to Ron to read. He too was in utter shock. They looked at each other.
"Do we need to go?" Ron asked her.
She was curious and wanted to know a few things but she too was afraid that if it was a trap set by Voldermont. She took a risk, "I know where the restaurant is, and do you want to come?"
Ron was feeling feeble but he too wanted to know some things like Hermione. "Let's go tonight. I wear my robe," he said.
"No silly," she laughed, Ron was puzzled. "This is a muggle restaurant, we need to act like muggles," she said ad continue laughing. Ron was embarrassed.
That night they wore nicely and went to the restaurant. It was a nice restaurant. It has an indoor for none smoking and outdoors for the smokers. Hermione went to talk to the girl at the counter.
"Um... It's there a Mr. Hans Nesbett here, we have an invitation from him," Hermione said politely.
"Mr. Nesbett, wait just a second," the girl looked through the booking list. "Ah, yes he is here, he's waiting for you at table seven," the girl notified Hermione.
Hermione thanked the girl and she and Ron went to table seven. The table was outside so they went there. Luckily for them, there was only one person sitting outside so they assumed that the person was Hans. A guy was drinking a glass of wine and reading a newspaper. He has a dark hair and a not so long nose. Hermione and Ron went to him.
"Hullo, are you by any chance, Mr. Nesbett?" she asked shyly.
Hans put down the paper and looked at them, "Why, hullo there Hermione and Ronald, call me Hans, sit down and let's order some food, waiter." Hans called the waiter and they order some foods. Hermione and Ron sat down, feeling awkward meeting someone that they did not recognize.
When they finish ordering, Hermione asked Hans, "What is the reason that you want us here?" Hans gave her a grin.
"Dinner, some fine wine and some information that you might be interested in," Han said cheekily. Ron and Hermione raised their eyebrows; they were a little bit cautious about Hans.
"I'm treating you to a dinner because a friend of mine wanted you to enjoy this lovely night before a great surprise to the world will be revealed next week," Hans explained, still keeping his grin. The food came, Hermione was surprised that it was fast.
"We just ordered five minutes ago, how did they?" Hermione was stupefied.
"This not an ordinary restaurant, Hermione," said Hans.
"What kind of restaurant is it anyway?" Ron was munching away the foods.
"It's a muggle restaurant with a wizard as its Head Chef and the workers are wizards and witches who wanted to be chefs themselves," Hans explained, slurping the soup.
Hermione tasted the foods and she liked it very much. "Wow, this is way better than the other restaurants in France," she said gleefully.
"I'm glad you like it, very well, on to business," Hans said, the two friends looked at him not realizing the food has affected them. "I want you to tell Dumbledore that Voldy will be gathering his entire troop to attack Hogwarts as his final retaliation," he requested them.
"Voldermont is going to attack Hogwarts," Ron said out loud, Hermione shushed him. It's good thing that they were the only ones outside.
"Are you sure?" Hermione asked worryingly.
"Pretty sure, my contacts said so; he was the one that notify me and my friends about the Dementors' weakness. He told us a powerful spell can destroy them forever," Hans said.
"So that's where the mysterious attacker came in," Ron said.
"Yes and he did a great job," Hans said proudly.
"Do we know him?" Hermione asked curiously.
Hans grin again, "That's for you to know next week because there will be a spectacular show for you all to see."
"A show but we are at war here," Hermione said in rage.
"Calm down, the people will be happy to see it especially the Ministry," Hans said coolly. Hermione calmed down and continue eating.
"Why do you come to us and not Dumbledore?" Ron asked.
Hans gave a huge grin this time, "Because both of you are the luckiest boy and the luckiest girl I ever seen." They were confused by his choice of words. Hans stood up, "Well I better get going, lots of thing s to do, Goodbye then."
"Wait, where are you going?" Hermione was annoyed by is sudden leaving. "I still have some questions for you," she shouted but Hans disappeared.
Hermione sat back and looked at the food. Ron finished his food, "Look there some money on the table."
Hans left some money for them to pay. He too left a note and they read it.
All would be over soon.
It was just a line. They remained quiet after they pay the food and apparated home.
Meanwhile, Hans stopped a taxi. He went into the taxi, "Driver to Luton, please."
The taxi drove off. "Driver? It's that what you call to a friend," said the driver.
"Then what should I call you the scar head boy," Hans mocked the driver.
The driver went quiet for a moment, "So how did it go?"
"Alright, they will tell Dumbledore about it and judging from their minds, they missed you," Hans told the driver. The driver looked gloomy. "Oh, don't be sad, next week would be the best day of your life," Hans cheered the driver.
Why would Hans cheer the taxi driver and who is this driver?
END....
Inspired by The Return of the Deadman.