A year in the life of Harry Potter
Chapter 19: August, 15
Harry didn't know why but he woke up a lot earlier than usual. Not being able to go back to sleep he lay there, watching Quentin breathe. He thought about yesterday. About that guy Tony. There was something about him that Harry didn't like. Wait - maybe he'd woken up because of something he'd dreamed? Maybe in his dream he had found out what was between Quentin and that Tony? But he couldn't remember. He couldn't remember what he'd dreamed no matter how had he tried to remember.
"Harry," Quentin murmured sleepily, yawning. "What're ya doin' up so early?"
"Tell me about Hogwarts," Harry said instead of answering.
A moment later she sat up straight, fully awake. The sleepiness had gone and her eyes twinkled with joy as she began.
"So. You know about the houses, but not the founders of them, do you?"
Harry shook his head.
"Gryffindor was founded by Godric Gryffindor, who..."
Listening to Quentin took his mind off things. Soon he didn't waste another thought about Tony anymore but thought about how wonderful it must be to go to Hogwarts.
"Oh, and by the way. When I'm at Hogwarts I'm known as Quintella Wintergarten, Mummy's maiden name."
"Why's that?" Harry asked irritated.
"For my own safety. Daddy is...well... not very liked by most people, so Professor Dumbledore wants me to go under Mummy's name."
"Yeah, but you look so much like him," Harry objected.
"Harry, Harry, Harry," Quentin lectured him. "There's nothing a few spells won't do in the world of magic. Remember that!"
"One question," Harry said, suddenly remembering. "Didn't you say, back at... home that Severus Lucy's wedding anniversary was some time?"
"Yeah, the day we came here," Quentin said. "Some time late at night when they knew we'd be asleep they went downstairs to the bar."
"How'd you know?"
Quentin smiled. "First, I'm curious. Second, they've done it every year like that."
That afternoon, when they once again were in Amsterdam, Harry smelled something he had never smelled before.
"What's that for a smell?" he muttered, wrinkling his nose.
"Hemp," Severus said, gently pushing him forward. "There's a hemp coffee shop over on the other side."
"A hemp -"
"Coffee shop," Quentin whispered into his ear, looking at it. Suddenly her eyes widened with fright. "That's a coffee shop where you can legally buy and smoke hemp."
Harry turned his head to look at the shop to see what frightened her so. "Isn't that -" he began as he saw someone, but got cut off by Quentin.
"So, where do we eat lunch?" she asked loudly in order to not let her parents know what Harry tried to say.
Harry looked at her and then back at the shop. The person had disappeared. Had it been his imagination or had Tony really been there?