It was Thursday morning and Harry was already up before six. Yesterday, after he get home with his new car, He sat down in armchair near the fireplace, thinking about what job he should get.

Best option seemed to be some sort of restaurant, he didn't want anything in the office, or something boring as seller in the supermarket or something like that. Then he got an idea, what if he owned some sort of restaurant? I mean, it's not like he really needed to work so… if he lost some money in the process it'll be, well unfortunate but not really problem.

Harry really enjoyed cooking, it was the only chore he has enjoyed when living with Dursleys. But Restaurant would be impossible to run by himself and until he would get some other people working for him it would be useless. He didn't want to start company, at least not right now. He wanted something small, something with homely feeling to it, like… Cafe or teahouse! He would be able to run it by himself, maybe with the other person if he really wanted to. It would be nice quiet place with some coffee, tea and cake for families with children, but also for couples, he just needed to find a place.

That night Harry went to sleep with dreams about his new cafe.

It was half past six when he went outside and sat in the beauty he could call his car. The lights on the dashboard were striking blue, nicely contrasting with combination of black interior with neon orange accessories. Seats were made from the finest black leather with orange seams, all in all… car was perfect.

He drove to the city center, where he parked his car in parking place under the shop center and went outside, it was nice day so he decided that rather than driving in morning traffic through the streets of one of the busiest cities in the world, he'll walk.

After ten minutes and quick call to the information service, he was standing in front of estate agent.

He walked in and went straight to the counter.

"Hi, I'd like to know if there are any places for sale in the city center, where I could run a cafe?"

"Hello, well that depends, do you want to buy a place only, or do you expect some furniture inside?" Asked the man behind the counter.

He was old, about 65 years old and have almost no hair, only little bit behind his ears and on the back of his head, he wore white shirt and black trousers, he had tattoo on his right forearm, skull in flames. He wore glasses behind which you could his green eyes.

"Well, I'd like to have something I could decorate myself so preferably bare room, but I can always just throw away anything inside the equipped ones so…" He trailed of.

"I see… give me a minute I'll look at it," after a while of staring into the monitor he said. "Yes, there are three places all of them about 50m2. I'll give you an address if you want."

"Perfect, I'd like that."

"Just call me which one you wish to buy and if you'll give me your bank account number, you'll only have to come here and take keys." Answered man, giving him paper with all three addresses as well as his phone number.

Not even half an hour letter Harry found himself standing before place number one. It was nice 3 story building in light orange color, build on the square it has strategic, well accessible position. Walking in, Harry found himself in the L-shaped room, straight in front of him was 8m long and 5m wide space, by the opposite wall was what looked like very old and broken bar and on the left side of the door, in area about 4m long and 3m wide was little mountain of chairs and tables, all terribly old and utterly useless. Walls were covert in disgusting, old and faded wallpaper with flower motive. All in all, it would need a lot of work, that wasn't necessary a problem but the less trouble with opening the sooner will be cafe finished. Harry hoped next one will be better.

Yes, it was better. Much better actually. Second place showed up to be on the square as well but this one was in only 2 story building and looked surprisingly well kept. Walking in, he saw somewhat circular room, well not really, but neither wall was ending in corner rather in small arc, color of the walls was pink, definitely not going to keep it this way, he thought. There were some chairs and one table in the corner of the room covert by cloth but other than that room was bare. Floor was wooden and looked relatively new. He could already imagine where is he going to place chairs and where will be bar and whe… wait, he sounded like excited mother decorating child's room, ugh.

Harry was reluctant to look into the third and last address but was very, very, VERY glad he did. The last one was relatively small, only about 40m2 but was absolutely perfect. On the corner of the street, in every direction from the crossroad on which it stood were shops and restaurants. In was set in three story building, with bright yellow color and had small terrace on both sides of the main door, overlooking both terraces were wall-sized windows. Terraces were without furniture but on the wooden fences were flowers, someone must be taking care of it he thought. Harry walked in and was again amazed by how well kept it was, floor was clean and walls were newly paint, albeit in white color. By the left window were placed chairs, green in color and in good shape, at least most of them, on the right side were tables, again in green color and but this time they were mostly broken or at least damaged, in the back of the room opposite the entrance was semicircular bar with bar chairs. On each side of the bar were doors. He just than realized than the other two rooms had no doors in them which meant that there was no room for toilets of kitchen, he wondered why he didn't realized it but was glad that he didn't buy the second place rashly and without thinking. Something he was sure his old self would do.

Walking into the right door he found himself in very small corridor, another three doors were there. First one opposite him showed up to be only small closet, surly for cleaning stuff and things like that. Left ones were ladies and right ones were gentleman's toilet room, perfectly cleaned, undamaged and useable, further proving his suspicion then it was some cafe before and not long time ago, and also that someone is taking care of it. He will have to ask people in the house.

Exiting toilets, he went for the left door, only now realizing that there was entrance to the area behind the bar, giving him an idea of what is going to be inside, and surly enough, it was small kitchen, unfortunately not as well equipped as he would have hoped but still there was small oven and some working area.

Harry sat in the main room on one of the chairs thinking, it was sure that he is going to buy this place. But what will he need to do, firstly he'll need to paint it in some better color, white is just boring. Then he will need to go through chairs and throw away the broken ones as well as all the tables. He'll need to buy new tables and if there won't be enough chairs, then them too, if it will be enough than just paint them. He'll need to buy some fridge and freezer as well as new oven and several coffeemakers, some black boards to write what he offers. Yeah it will take some time and effort but in moth or two, he should be ready.

After receiving his keys and confirming that place is indeed his, harry went back to the cafe, exiting his car he went slightly to the side, and surely enough next to the cafe's right terrace were doors leading into the upper storeys, He got key to them as well. Corridor was nice and well kept, after all it would surprise him if it was not, if someone from this house took care to clean abandoned cafe, why there should be something unclean or broken in the corridor. On the second story, just above his cafe were two doors, that means there are four flats above me.

After knocking on the flat number one and receiving no answer, it as one in the afternoon so no surprise that people were in their jobs, he went to the second flat and old woman, about 70 opened the door.

"Hello dear, how can I help you" She asked and smiled at him.

She was small only 1.5m and wore blue sweater and brown pants, but even though she was small and old, she looked surprisingly agile and was seemingly full of energy. Her brown hair was barely reaching her shoulders and her blue eyes were sparkling with kindness.

"Hello, my name is Harry Potter and I just bought the café down there… I saw it was in really good shape and was well cleaned don't you know who was taking such great care of it?"

"Her smile saddened a little but then it went back as she asked "I'd like to tell you about it, do you have a time dear? Come in!" She called already walking in.

"Sure!" He called after her and stepped into her unsurprisingly clean flat, he was already suspecting it was her who was cleaning the cafe and every detail in the home of this lady told him that he is right.

He found her in the living room it was relatively large area connected with kitchen, walls were covered in butterfly-motive wallpaper and in the middle of the room were couch and two armchairs in front of TV. She was in the kitchen and was carrying plate of biscuits and tea for both of them.

When they were seated Magda, as she introduced herself, started. "That cafe you bought was there for very long time, it was my husbands. He opened it when we were both forty. When he died I could no longer afford to keep it open, but I wanted to sell it to someone I know will take care of it, there is a girl. She lives in the house on the opposite side of crossroad. Her name is Rose Hubson, she was in that cafe every day, even if just to say hello. When she found out what happened she asked me if I could hold on with sale, that she'll ask bank if they'll loan her some money. She was devastated when they said no and when I could no longer wait. What I want to tell you is, that this cafe means world to me and I'll like to see it opened again. You look like someone who will take care of it." Through the story, harry has got an idea, when she finished, he was already decided.

"I really appreciate you told me this and I want to assure you I'll take care of it, actually I have an idea, if you're interested… I'll need someone who will keep it clean and you already proved that you're more than capable of doing just that so…" he trailed of.

"you… you offer me job in that cafe?" she asked, from her voice it was obvious it meant very, very much for her.

"Yeah!" said harry seeing it was good move "you don't have to go there every day, just three four times per week and…" he suddenly stopped and was lost in thought for a while. "can you bake?" he asked suddenly.

"well yes I can, why though." She answered with look that clearly said she was not sure about his mental health.

"I need someone to keep cafe clean, but also someone who can bake, so there is the deal: you'll gonna bake and I plus another person I'll hire, I'll ask Rose you were talking about earlier, will help you cleaning the place. Please say yes, you must say yes. Money is not a problem. Ask whatever number you want."

"I'll be more than happy to help you there, I don't need much money, I'm just happy I can continue with business my husband created, it means really much. Thank you, Harry."

"you're welcome, it also means I won't have to look for help."

After an hour, two more teas and much more biscuits. Harry finally made it out of that place. He had an agreement with Magda, that he will contact her week before opening but was sure he'll come for a visit before then.

Harry went on the other side of the crossroad and looked at the mailboxes by the door. Harper, Janes, Dickinson, Kelper, ah he it is Hubson Harr rang a bell and waited for the doors to open. Once given an access he went upstairs, after two stories and four flats he found the door. It was beautiful masterpiece, obviously hand-painted, down by the floor was grass, meadow with flowers of every color and shape, butterflies flying over them, be the left side was forest full of oaks and stag was standing under the trees. On the right side was pond with fishes and frogs. In the chest height were mountains in the distance and sunset over them.

He knocked the door and after the ten seconds of waiting Rose Hubson opened the door.

She was relatively tall, but still smaller than him, with striking blue eyes, slightly circular face which was simply beautiful and midnight hair reaching middle of her back, obviously tangled in some sort of braid cos he could see it anywhere around her. Behind her apron, which was full of color stains, she wore black form hugging shirt and blue shorts, she had brush behind her right ear.

"Hi what do you need!" She asked, and harry was painfully reminded of Tonks, it was exactly the same cheerful, always happy, voice.

"Hi, I'm Harry Potter and I suppose you know Magda, the old lady from the house on the other side of the street?" He asked.

Her smile immediately evaporated, her demeanor was one of regret and pain and… hopefulness? "Sure, come in." Her voice was very different from a while before, she sounded… guarded as if he could do something to her if she led her guard down.

Harry stepped inside, and was amazed, every wall has some painting on it, there was unicorn in run, there was dragon roaring and spiting the fire, there was beautiful scenery of mountains, desert and much, much more. But it wasn't all, no! there, on places without any painting were pictures, again, hand-painted, in similar motives. All in all, it was obvious that she was passionate painter.

He sat in the kitchen which was probably only room without any art.

"I suppose you bought the café than." She said.

"Yes," Harry started "and I met Magda cos I was surprised in how good shape it was, she told me the story behind the café, and also how desperate you were to buy it but bank refused to loan you money."

"Yeah," She sighed "they wouldn't loan me cos I'm artist and have no steady income."

"well I want you to know that I'll not only take care of the café which obviously means a lot for you as well as for Magda, but also that I'll need your help." She perked up instantly at this. "I already asked Magda, and she agreed, to be a baker in my new café, but I won't be able to make it work alone with her. I'll need a waitress, are you interested?"

"YEAH, YES, YES, YES, YES!" She jumped over the table and hugged him more than Molly was ever able to. "OF COURSE, I WILL!" She shouted, but then she realized she kind of Hugged, with capital H, complete stranger, and hopefully her new boss, and might be making bad impression. "sorry about that, I'm just SOOO happy, I can't believe it. I mean I always wanted to have that cafe, but never was able to, because I don't have enough money and this is my big chance to be at least part of it, you see… Magda and Joe were never able to afford another employee. And … um… I… uhm kind of forgot you're here, sorry about that." She looked down sheepishly.

"It's completely ok" smiled Harry "I have another proposition for you."

She looked up so he continued "When I saw this," he motioned to the living room. "I decided that I will not change the white walls in the cafe as I wanted to, I want you to paint them, with pictures by your choosing."

"Your completely serious right now?" she asked. "Yeah, I am" "thank you" she said softly, so softly it was almost whisper.

"I'd love to, but I won't probably have enough paint and I need to see interior of the cafe before I will start."

"Hmm … you know what, tomorrow at eight in the morning I will take you to the cafe, you'll help me chose colors and type of furniture, then we'll go to the shop buy it and buy your paints, all on me as it is going to be in my cafe after all. What do you say?"

"well I'll need to wake up sooner than usual but ok, I'll be ready and will gladly help you." She smiled.

Rose Hubson was very bad at getting up early, she usually sleeps until ten o'clock and even then, without her coffee she is practically walking dead. But today was different, today was very important and she will be damned before she'll miss the meeting with Harry, even thinking about him made her smile. Not that she was attracted to him in any way, even though he is quite attractive with that messy black hair and amazing eyes, no. But thanks to him she'll be able to make at least part of her dream come true.

So, she was already awake for more than hour when she walked out of the house, waiting for Harry. She sat down on the bench and looked in the direction of the cafe, she dreamed for years to have it and when Magda told her she could no longer afford it she was ecstatic, well as ecstatic as you could be when your friend died month ago. But her hopes were crushed when she was told by the bank that they don't believe her to be able to pay them back. She was angry, but deep inside she knew they were right, the only way how could she get enough money to pay the loan was her new cafe being very, very successful and that wasn't sure. She was poor girl, only able to live by herself thanks to her skill in art and very fortunate buy of her flat when the price was extremely low, previous owner was very desperate and if she wouldn't be glad then she would feel sorry for him.

She was interrupted from her musings by roar of sport car, she looked up and saw absolutely beautiful, orange ford mustang and to her immense surprise it stopped in front of her house. Surly he isn't in that… she didn't even finish her thought when Harry stepped out of car.

"Hi Rose!" he called and walked over to her offering her hand, she took it and stood up giving him a funny look. "Ready for exciting day? You seem bit shaken, surly you're not that bad in waking up?" he asked innocently but little twitching in the corners of his mouth told her he knew very well what was the cause of her surprise.

"No, just thinking how is that possible that your hair seems more asleep than me, and that's saying something, trust me, took me about half an hour to even get out of bed." She teased back.

He laughed and led her to the front door of her soon to be job. When she walked inside she was attacked by memories of this place in its full beauty. She remembered blue walls with green striped by the floor, she could see furniture in the place as it was, she could hear people thanking Magda by the bar, bar which was most beautiful part of the cafe, it was in surprisingly well state, maybe she could persuade Harry to keep it, it was really very nice. She was again interrupted from her thoughts but this time by very soft voice. "We'll make it nice again, I promise." He smiled at her and she smiled back. "Yeah, we will.

After an hour of discussing what part of which wall will be decorated and how they walked outside and Harry opened door to the car for her. Harry agreed he'll keep the bar and already contacted company which was specialized on restoring furniture. Both of them agreed that green is not going to be a good choice for furniture color se they decided to buy all chairs and tables again.

When they arrived in the paint shop Harry wasn't even surprised that woman behind corner ran to her and hugged her like a sister would. It was slim, blue eyed woman, in her mid-thirties and wore white apron similar to one that Rose wore when they met yesterday.

"Ester, how are you, you look good!" squeaked Rose, holding her on arm length and examining her closely.

"You're acting like you didn't see me last week," laughed Ester. "I'm well, would you introduce me to your boyfriend?" she asked teasingly.

"SURE! But… I don't have any, sorry… well that's embarrassing, BUT! I can introduce you my friend and new boss Harry Potter over there." she waved in his direction absently.

"Nice to meet you." said Harry kindly.

Well I'm glad that somebody finally bought the cafe, I can't imagine another job she would take." She said. "Well yes, I did and we are actually here to buy some colors for Rose so that she can decorate it herself." Harry told her.

It was VERY long shopping, about 3 hours and 150 pounds later, they walked out of the shop with Rose Happier then before, if such thing was even possible

AN: Hi there, didn't expect to brake my promise to you so soon ahhh, sorry. BUT I have longer chapter for you! No seriously, sorry, I kind of didn't feel like writing until Saturday and didn't make it sooner.

I know that there isn't the "second" part of story and it won't be in the next chapter either cos I need to move the "first" part forward.

Also changed some details in the second chapter, no longer is specified how long was Hermione and Ron married before Harry ran away, I realized, that in the way I wrote it they had to use time turner and be married for four years longer than they normally would be.

Don't promise when there will be next chapter as it is obviously unreliable but I will try to make it soon.