Wow, I really suck it's been forever since I updated. Can I plead Senior year? Don't worry I still love doing this story even if I may procrastinate. I have a much longer chapter coming up next that is almost finished and may have something to do with wobbly-wobbly timey-wimey.
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Disclaimer: Ah I missed these. The chance to explain yet again to any dunderhead that actually believes I own any of this that J.K. Rowling is blonde and lives in the UK whilst I am a brunette with the basic ability to form thoughts and transmit those on to paper.
He stared at the long line and forced himself not to scowl. He needed this job. Piers Polkiss gave the small child in front of him a chocolate ice cream cone and a faux smile.
Damn kids, he thought as a little girl dropped her cone and began crying at the sight of her ice cream splattered across the floor. The girl's father began to console her, but all Piers could focus on was the fact that he was going to be the one to mop it up.
His boss, a stout, severe-faced woman in her fifties, shoved a mop in his hand and directed him toward the spillage with the instruction to "clean it quickly." The second he turned away; he let his face fall into a hateful glare.
As the mop swished across the floor, Piers heard the familiar tinkling of the bells that announced the arrival of yet more customers. Oh, joy. He looked towards the door and studied the people that had just entered.
The first thing he noticed was that the woman was, quite frankly, hot. She was fairly pale and had a smattering of freckles across a pretty face. Her body was toned, her legs were long, and she had fiery red hair pulled back into a loose ponytail. Then, he saw the small child holding her hand. Mom, then. Or maybe not, the little boy looked nothing like her with messy black hair and bright green eyes.
This thought shattered when the boy held his arms out to her and pleaded, "Mummy, up." Okay, well maybe she was a single mother; he could work with that. He was about to approach her and surely charm her into a date, when a man walked through the doors and addressed her, another black-haired child by his side.
"Sorry, Gin. James here decided it might be fun to chase after a stray dog." He apologized giving the little boy by his side, James, a stern look.
The woman smirked.
"I can see the headlines now: Harry James Potter, The Chosen One, Can't Keep Track of Own Son."
Harry scowled her playfully but Piers frowned.
Why did that name sound so familiar? He was so deep in thought he hadn't noticed that the spot he was absentmindedly mopping was already clean.
"Trying to pretend you're still cleaning to get out of real work?"
His manager snapped at him.
"Go man the register."
Muttering under his breath, Piers put away the mop and stationed himself behind the counter, trying to make it look as though he didn't want to set the entire store on fire. Fortunately, the hot redhead was next in line. Unfortunately, her husband, that's who he was guessing the man was, was standing right next to her.
He would have to be subtle then, let her know that he was available while that bespectacled dork of hers was at work.
He did a double take.
Wait a second, that bespectacled dork looked kind of familiar… Holy shit! It was him! Harry Potter! As in Dudley's freak of a cousin. He smirked. This just got a lot more interesting. And easy because there was no way that she married him out of anything other than pity.
"Hi." She began. "I'll have two mint chocolate chip cones. A small, chocolate cone with sprinkles and… what kind do you want, Al, honey?"
She leaned down to listen and the boy spoke quietly into her ear.
Jesus, shy much? They were obviously being way to easy on that kid. He would have to teach him to toughen up.
"Also, a small vanilla cone with chocolate sprinkles," the woman finished with a smile. Piers smiled back in a way that was most-assuredly handsome. "Gin", however, had turned her attention back to Dudley's weirdo relative, whispering something to him that earned her a bought of laughter.
Annoyed at her lack of attention, he turned to scoop out the ordered ice cream cones. Upon the receiving of his ice cream Potter looked perplexed. Maybe freaks like him weren't usually exposed to normal things like ice cream. Piers snorted at his own joke.
"You look familiar," He spoke, staring at Piers with a bemused expression. "Yeah, well I would, wouldn't I, Potter? Having trouble remembering anything before your shock treatment, Freak?"
Immediately Potter's expression cooled to a practiced calm. "Ah."
His wife, however, seemed to flare up with a rage as vibrant as her hair.
"Who the hell do you think you are, asshole? Don't you dare call my husband a freak!"
The eldest boy seemed to take a particular word and began to chant it. "Asshole, asshole, asshole…"
Potter's wife let out a groan of frustration before apparently deciding that Piers was the larger problem at the moment.
Before she could again begin her tirade, Piers gave her a jaunting smile and said: "Don't worry, sweetheart, I know he probably threatened you into the whole marriage thing but I could take him. No need to be stuck with that forever."
Rather than appearing reassured, she seemed ready to leap across the counter and strangle him. Harry, beside her, also looked less calm and distinctly more annoyed.
"Now look here-" He began before his wife cut across him, eyes flashing.
"I am not your sweetheart and if you ever insinuate that I married my husband for anything other than love I will-" She was leaning very far into his personal space at this point, something he would have rather enjoyed except for the fact that she looked closer to giving him spit in the eye than a kiss on the lips. Looking at her assuredly soft lips was such a distraction that Piers did not comprehend the rest of her threat.
He was sure it was creative though.
At this point, every person in the shop was staring at them. It seemed that Harry had also noticed this as he firmly gripped his wife's shoulder and slowly eased her back. His manager had also noticed the scene unfolding and was hustling towards them.
"What is the meaning of this?" She demanded upon arriving.
"Nothing, we'll just be-" Potter was again interrupted by his wife-what a push over, she clearly needed someone who could handle her.
"Your employee here just called my husband a freak and then insinuated that he, a please-man-" Harry whispered something in her ear. "Police man, was a criminal."
His manager quickly began attempting to smooth over the situation. "I'm very sorry madam, I assure you he will no longer be working here."
She reached behind the counter and pulled out a slip of paper.
"Here's a coupon for 3 months worth of free ice cream."
There was a tense silence as Potter's wife continued to look livid, but Potter himself reached for the slip of paper and gave a curt nod.
"We'll just be on our way then." He gave the seething redhead beside him a pointed look.
At that moment Al seemed to have tired of standing and motioned at his mother to be picked up. She did so and stalked out of the shop with as much haughty dignity as a person holding a toddler with a face covered in ice cream could.
Potter looked at Piers with an odd expression on his face.
"I'm not exactly sure I believe in karma, but if she's real: Wow, what a bitch."
Piers could have sworn he heard a young boy's voice say, "bitch" before the door shut with a clang.
Anyway, I hope you liked the chapter. Let me know what you thought of it. Hopefully, I'll be updating faster now that I actually got a laptop for college!