Author's note: I forgot to mention on the first chapter, this is very OOC and AU.
Rose: Yes, Ron 12 Y.O. way to go. I mean he does act like one isn't he? And anything is possible when you want to.
Chapter 2:
Harry Potter once said that hell would freeze when he'd set foot in this damned town again. So maybe the devils are mighty cold right now. He smirked.
He remembered when a lot of people in here had likened him to a devil, a hell-raiser. He'd certainly done all he could as a teenager to earn his "bad boy" reputation. After a while, the stories got a life of their own, and got increasingly exaggerated with each telling.
Harry never bothered denying any of them. What was the point? He didn't care what other people thinks of him.
It's his father who was so wrapped up about it. His father, James Potter, the ever so caring and 'responsible' dad, when behind closed doors, with his belt, he would show Harry what the real meaning of obedience is.
He was fourteen when he first fought back. Earning a new way of beating, closed-fist punching was replaced by verbal assaults that made the most damage.
So why had his old man left him the pub when he died?
The papers said he was supposed to take care of it for six months before he could do whatever he wants to do with it. Harry wanted to tell the attorney that he could do whatever he wants to the property. But no, he didn't do that. He's broke, and he needed the money so bad. The reasons why didn't matter. The bottom line is he did it. He wasn't proud of the fact. There were too damn many things in his life lately that he wasn't proud of.
He was far from perfect, unlike Hogsmeade Town.
Harry's gaze wandered to the kids that are lining up in a cotton candy trolley. Even the little children are practiced to be a good seed. Their Halloween costumes take his mind to that sexy librarian he met just a minute ago. Sexy and librarian, he hadn't thought he could put those two words together, but that woman, is the epitome of that.
"You're the owner of that Harley on the library, aren't yah?" Harry looked to see a red-headed boy standing beside him; his face is dotted with freckles that are almost ghastly. He recognize the boy from his encounter awhile ago, he's… yeah Ronald, that naughty boy who was about to eat live fish.
"Yeah." Harry answered, looking back to the tents that served as booths around the Town Square.
"Sweet," Ronald said, making Harry smirk. "How was it like riding that?"
"Sweet." Harry answered, using Ronald's word.
"Are you gonna tell my dad about the fish?" He suddenly asks.
"Why who's your father?"
"The Mayor."
"Arthur Weasley is your father?"
"Yeah"
"That sucks." Harry said.
They exchange grins. "I know; would you let me ride your bike?"
"That depends." Harry replied, placing his hands on his jacket pocket.
"What's your name?"
"Don Corleone."
"Yuck, seriously? Isn't that like from a movie?" Ronald made a face.
"Yeah, The Godfather, you haven't seen that?" Ronald shook his head no.
"Got a video store around here?" Harry asks; Ronald nodded and pointed his thumb towards the right, Harry looked and saw it.
"Okay, wait here."
Of course the kid didn't do that. Instead, he nonchalantly followed Harry inside the store.
Harry could tell that the two women behind the counter, had been talking about him, they guiltily moved apart when they saw him. He recognize the blonde on the right as Lavender Brown, they used to be classmates.
"What are you doing with the Mayor's son?" Lavender Brown said like he was a criminal or something.
"I'm helping him get abducted by aliens." Harry delivered with a straight face, as he strolls down the aisle and looked. He placed the DVD on the counter after.
"You want to rent that?"
"Affirmative."
"I'll need to see a credit card." Harry fished out one from his wallet. "This expired a month ago." Lavender seemed to take pleasure in informing him.
Harry took it back, and fished out another one.
"Are you okay, Ron?" Lavender eyed the kid with concern. "Where's your dad?"
"At the festival."
"He knows you're with him?" Lavender asked.
"He's not really with me," Harry inserted.
"But you said –,"
"That I was helping him get abducted by aliens. And you believed that?"
"No, of course not."
"Good. You have a nice night."
"You, too" Lavender said automatically, "I mean…"
"I know what you mean," Harry said.
"Wow, they really don't like you here." Ron noted once they were outside.
"Affirmative, can I trust you to take that DVD back on time?" Harry asks Ron.
"Affirmative."
Hell, the kid was starting to sound like his mini-me. Time to move on…
To James's Pub? Why not?
"See you around, kid." Ron nodded, not at all upset about his departure. That's the good thing about males, even this kid. They don't take something too seriously, like departures and leaving.
Not like females.
Thinking of females reminded him of that sexy librarian. Hell, he didn't even know her name, but he imagines her like some pin-up poster girl from Penthouse. What more could a guy ask for?
Spend some time between the sheets with her. Oh yeah, that sounded good.
Harry paused in front of the 'the three broomsticks.' The building hadn't changed much. It still looks like some pub from a western movie, cowboys and all that shit. No surprise there. He yanked the door open, and entered. The atmosphere inside is totally opposite from the outside. The smell of beer, fried onions and garlic, and sweat overwhelmed him. Or has it the memories?
After standing on the doorway for like three seconds, Harry found himself outside again, gasping for fresh air even if he rammed someone on the sidewalk.
He shot the guy an angry look, but the guy, probably years older than him just smirked.
"Hey, Harry, heard you are the new owner of this pub?"
"Do I know you?" He said, still the 'I'm-irritated-voice'.
"I'm Oliver Wood; you can call me Wood, or if you wanna be my mate, just call me Liver."
Harry just stared at him.
"Just kidding, Oliver would be fine, no one calls me Liver."
Harry started to move back to the direction of the Town Square, ditching the 'comedic' guy.
"Hey mate! Wait up; I have something to tell you!"
Harry turned his head back, impatiently.
"Since you're gonna be the new owner of the broomsticks, and I'm kind a broken at the moment, would you mind giving me a job? I can accept any kind. And I'm quite the handyman."
Harry inhaled and said, "You got a card?"
"I'm not hard to find, I'm always at your pub anyway."
No wonder he's broke. Just like Harry, but his are because of gambling and that Oliver guy is his alcoholism. Birds of the same feather… But Harry doubts if he'll flock with that Oliver guy, he seems kind a nuts.
Harry is glad that he decided to visit their so-called festival at the Town Square, because there, in the "Stump the Librarian Booth" is the sexy librarian, still wearing that scrumptious outfit.
A little chat would be nice. Because chat will lead to flirting, then flirting leads to, you know. He just has to make the right move.
Annoying notes from the nutty author herself: Hiya! What do you guys think? I just really have to put Oliver there as an alcoholic so when he's so drunk he might jump in bed with me! LOL! Just to share, my first crush in the series is Oliver Wood; remember that time when McGonagall excused him from Quirrell's office? AH GAWD, I dreamed to be his girlfriend! Omg, I'm like so young that time. :) Anyway, nuff about me, review please! Don't hate me because I'm ugly, please.
P.S.: THIS STORY IS NOT BETA'D