DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling, Warner Brothers, and many
other publishing companies. I get no money from this at all. It is just a
fan fiction.
Prologue
The two people sat in a small dirty pub on the west side of London. "What a strange couple" the bar tender whispered to the barmaid. "Hah! I've seen stranger, people dressed in funny cloaks in weird hats waving around sticks" the bar maid snorted. "Must be some sort of cult" "Cult? Cult?'' the bar maid gasped almost sounding offended. The bartender stared at the bar maid for a second. "Well they're weirdoes! I don't want them here. Bad for business" "Bad for business? They are the business!" The bartender shook his head and went to the back to get some more beer. The bar maid rolled her eyes and walked over to the couple. "May I get you anything else?" she asked. "I'll have another pint," said the male, he wore a dark blue cloak. "Do you have coffee?" the woman asked. "No, but I'll make some" the barmaid replied. As she walked she muttered about how stupid it was to have coffee in a pub. As soon as she was gone the couple lowered their heads together and began to talk quietly. "So is it true?" the woman asked. "Yes" the male replied. "But is 'he' truly gone?" "I hope so" "What about the girl" "What about her?" "What if 'he' finds out?" "If he is still alive, I pray he won't" The barmaid was back carrying a pint and a mug of coffee. "That was fast!" the male said. "I have my ways" the barmaid replied harshly. "I need sugar and cream" the female replied. The barmaid nodded and walked off. "Are you sure 'he' really has a daughter?" the female asked. "Positive" "Who is the mother?" "One of his victims no doubt, sick pig!" The female was silent for a few seconds "He can never find out, I don't want to imagine what he would do" The male nodded. "The little girl is his heir isn't she?" "Unless he has another child we don't know about" The barmaid returned. She placed the cream and sugar down on the table. "Interesting cloths you two have. Foreigners?" the barmaid asked, sounding like she knew all about their strange cloths. "Sort of the man replied. Check please" The barmaid nodded and sauntered off. "Drink fast I don't trust her!" the male whispered. The female nodded and drank her coffee in one swig. The barmaid returned with the bill. The male pulled out a few bills and handed them to her. "Keep the change" Then the couple rushed out. The barmaid wasn't even shaken up by the couple leaving so quickly, and getting extra change. Most bar maids would have been suspicious. The bar maid tucked the money in her apron pocket and pulled out a pen and paper, she scribbled something quickly on it, before running outside. She looked to the sky and made a hooting noise. A flap of wings and a screech filled the air behind her. A beautiful tawny owl landed on her arm. The barmaid tied the note to the owl's leg, and muttered something to it. Then owl then took off into the night, and the barmaid back to the pub.
Prologue
The two people sat in a small dirty pub on the west side of London. "What a strange couple" the bar tender whispered to the barmaid. "Hah! I've seen stranger, people dressed in funny cloaks in weird hats waving around sticks" the bar maid snorted. "Must be some sort of cult" "Cult? Cult?'' the bar maid gasped almost sounding offended. The bartender stared at the bar maid for a second. "Well they're weirdoes! I don't want them here. Bad for business" "Bad for business? They are the business!" The bartender shook his head and went to the back to get some more beer. The bar maid rolled her eyes and walked over to the couple. "May I get you anything else?" she asked. "I'll have another pint," said the male, he wore a dark blue cloak. "Do you have coffee?" the woman asked. "No, but I'll make some" the barmaid replied. As she walked she muttered about how stupid it was to have coffee in a pub. As soon as she was gone the couple lowered their heads together and began to talk quietly. "So is it true?" the woman asked. "Yes" the male replied. "But is 'he' truly gone?" "I hope so" "What about the girl" "What about her?" "What if 'he' finds out?" "If he is still alive, I pray he won't" The barmaid was back carrying a pint and a mug of coffee. "That was fast!" the male said. "I have my ways" the barmaid replied harshly. "I need sugar and cream" the female replied. The barmaid nodded and walked off. "Are you sure 'he' really has a daughter?" the female asked. "Positive" "Who is the mother?" "One of his victims no doubt, sick pig!" The female was silent for a few seconds "He can never find out, I don't want to imagine what he would do" The male nodded. "The little girl is his heir isn't she?" "Unless he has another child we don't know about" The barmaid returned. She placed the cream and sugar down on the table. "Interesting cloths you two have. Foreigners?" the barmaid asked, sounding like she knew all about their strange cloths. "Sort of the man replied. Check please" The barmaid nodded and sauntered off. "Drink fast I don't trust her!" the male whispered. The female nodded and drank her coffee in one swig. The barmaid returned with the bill. The male pulled out a few bills and handed them to her. "Keep the change" Then the couple rushed out. The barmaid wasn't even shaken up by the couple leaving so quickly, and getting extra change. Most bar maids would have been suspicious. The bar maid tucked the money in her apron pocket and pulled out a pen and paper, she scribbled something quickly on it, before running outside. She looked to the sky and made a hooting noise. A flap of wings and a screech filled the air behind her. A beautiful tawny owl landed on her arm. The barmaid tied the note to the owl's leg, and muttered something to it. Then owl then took off into the night, and the barmaid back to the pub.