‘’That was one option,’’ the stranger replies, playing around with an unlit cigarette. ‘’So what’s your plan then? Hangin’ out here till this guy arrives and stab ‘im?’’ It takes a few more sips before Harry finds his tongue again.
Harry is far more attracted than he should be to someone with a past as violent as his own. The lights above highlight meticulously groomed black hair, a few slick strands falling effortlessly in place.
The stranger has arranged himself comfortably on the faux-leather sofa, hands draped across the backrest and one foot placed on the smudged glass coffee table in front of them as if he owns the place. Talks of vengeance and violence always hit a tad too close to home as the stranger invades every aspect of his life with shocking speed. Still drowning his sorrows years after cutting ties to the magical world, Harry Potter meets a handsome stranger at his regular bar who asks one too many prying questions about the past. Voldemort makes himself everyone else's problem.Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings.
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