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Chapter 12

The First Day

April sighed as she sipped her cup of milk. Just as the taste had come to her tongue, she quickly spat it out.

"SOUR MILK! AH!" April shouted. She quickly washed her tongue. April scowled. Even though the milk was gone, the taste was still there in her tongue.

This wouldn't have happened if Daddy was here and he had cooked me breakfast. What am I supposed to do? Winky and Farqua are out buying grocery. So, what if he kissed Aunt Luna? Is that so bad? I think he feels guilty, my dear. Why? He feels like he is betraying your mother. Oh! of course not, mommy said that she would like daddy to have a happy life and by that meaning mommy wouldn't care if daddy loves somebody else.

Just three floors above, Harry Potter was lying on his bed, trying to erase the memory of his kiss with Luna.

It never happened, it never happened. Look, Potter, it did happen and you know it did. You liked it, come on, admit it already. I must say, it was pretty nice. What am I saying! Stop yourself, Harry! Just remember when you were with Miranda, your true love, your only love, the love you cannot betray. This guy is totally hopeless and pathetic, just like your friend, really you are.

Suddenly, Harry heard a knock at the door. He looked to his left and saw April.

"Daddy, you didn't cook me breakfast. I want my breakfast," whined April. "I drank sour milk, daddy!"

"I'm sorry, dear. I'll cook you lunch, okay?" Harry said as April slammed the door shut.

"It is so hard to be single parent sometimes," Harry sighed. He closed his eyes and continued to try erasing that memory. Harry tried to think of something else, something less to be guilty about, like when he met Miranda……………..

"I'm telling you, Harry. I can't do it, I can't Apparate at all," said a sixteen year old Ron, who entered the Three Broomsticks alongside a sixteen year old Harry.

"Mate, you just need a few more practices," Harry said as he took a seat at the bar.

"A few more practices-you sound like Hermione," Ron mumbled.

"You two need anything?" asked the bartender.

"Yeah, I'll take a Butterbeer. How about you, Harry?" asked Ron.

"I'll take a-," Harry gaped at the bartender's beauty.

"I guess that's another Butterbeer," the bartender poured in some Butterbeer and handed them over to Ron.

"You new here?" asked Ron.

"Oh! Yes, I'm just here for the job, Madame Rosmerta is somehow related to me," the girl smiled. "My name's Miranda, Miranda Fernandez."

"Ron, Ron Weasley and this is my friend, Harry Potter," Ron shook Miranda's hand.

"THE Harry Potter? Wow, it's an honour meeting you. I've read about you everywhere, you're very famous in my hometown," Miranda gave a smile at Harry, which made him laugh nervously.

"So, are you entering Hogwarts too? You have the accent of a British," asked Ron.

"Oh! No, I'm a Beauxbaton student. I move from Italy to Britain four times, it's hard not to pick the accent," explained Miranda.

"You must be really tired sometimes," Harry blurted out. Ron stared at him, understood and left the bar. Miranda stopped wiping the mugs and smiled at him.

"Yeah, it is tiring to work here. There are some days, I just wish somebody could bring me out and shows me Hogsmeade properly," Miranda smiled again.

"I-I could-could do that," Harry stuttered.

"Great, I'll see you tomorrow," said Miranda.

THE NEXT DAY

"So, where do you want to go?" asked Harry. He picked Miranda up from The Three Broomstick and decided to have a drink somewhere.

"I don't know, you're the guide here," Miranda laughed.

"Right, of course, I'm-I'm the guide, of course," Harry laughed nervously and thought hard. What kind of place would be romantic? Madam Pudifoot's?

"How about Madam Pudifoot's?" asked Harry showing Miranda the shop. Miranda was not eager to go in.

"Looks nice but I don't really like coffee or tea," Miranda claimed. "Besides, I think it's a bit too-

"Girly?" said Harry.

"Exactly."

"Well then, how about some nice shopping in Honeydukes?" asked Harry.

"You read my mind," Miranda said and they both spend their time buying wonderful and delicious sweets.

"That was amazing! There were so many types of sweets!" Miranda smiled.

"I think I know a place where we can comfortably eat the sweets, come on," Harry lead Miranda to a wooden bench that was covered with snow (remember, it is winter).They both sat and ate as many sweets as they can.

"This tour was great, Harry, thank you," Miranda said softly. Harry smiled. He stared at her brown eyes.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Miranda blushed.

"Nothing, it's just, I-I like your eyes," said Harry, who turned red. 'I like your eyes'; what kind of sick complimentary is that?

"Thanks, I think," Miranda laughed. "I like yours."

"Miranda, I was thinking, maybe we can go out sometimes, when I'm not busy, when you're not busy," Harry smiled nervously. Please say yes, say yes.

"That would be lovely," she continued licking her lollipop. Miranda looked at her watch. "Oh! I have to go Harry. So, I'll meet you in the bar, next Saturday. See you then."

"Right," Harry waved Miranda goodbye. Just as she took her first two steps, Miranda turned back and quickly gave Harry a kiss on his cheek. She giggled and ran off to the Three Broomsticks, leaving a giddy Harry on the wooden bench.