Harry Potter stood making a club sandwhich for an old man who insisted that no matter how he did it, he was doing it wrong. He sighed, reminiscing once again about the good old days when Dark Lords were trying to kill him. When he was famous and attractive; when he had hair, was clean shaven and didn't talk with a lisp. His famous words echoed in his mind, 'I just want a normal life.' "What a fool I was then," he said out loud to the old man, "A fool I tell you," he shouted, pumping his fist full of lettice at the man.
So disconcerting were the actions of Subway emplyee Harry, that the old man shut up.

"If only the wizarding world would have needed me once again," he often spoke out loud to himself, "but no, they had their hero in Neville Longbottom, quiet, unassuming Neville. I still miss the boy with pink bunny slippers, and pudgy cheeks who hung on my every word as if Merlin himself had said them."

That particular day was not to be one of Harry's better days, as in walked Neville, surrounded by his three beautiful wives, Ginny, Hermione and Susan.
"Can I get a sweet onion chicken terriaki," Neville ordered, Hermione, Ginny and Susan each ordering a salad and giggling vapidly about maintaining their figure for their hunk of a husband.

"I can do that for you, old friend," Harry said solemly as he began making the sandwhich.
"Uhhh, Thanks," Neville responded.
"No thanks are necessary, our friendship means so much to me as to transcend words"
"Okayyyyyy," Neville said, slowly backing away.
"It will be no charge, for you, my trusted friend, I would do anything," Harry said, placing his closed fist over his chest and bowing slightly.
"Do I know you?" Neville asked in exasperation "You did once, perhaps, a different time, a different world, a different us. Yes, you knew me. Once I was you, and you my sidekick, we fought many battles and tamed many beasts, you and I"
Neville handed Harry a 20 pound note, "keep the change...friend," he said, then pulled a card from his wallet and handed it over as well. "I think it would be wise for you to call that number"
The card read, Hermione Longbottom, mind healer/psychiatrist.
"You think me crazy," Harry stated, "Many have, through the years. I am saddened by this my friend, but it is not entirely unexpected. The world has turned her back on me, I should only expect you to as well." Harry shed a tear, "Please, go," he pointed dramatically to the door, "You've broken me. Of all the Subway's in all the world, why did you have to come into mine?" Harry began to weep, falling to his knee's, he raised his arms and screamed at the ceiling, "WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME!"