Unfit

Chapter 8

When they popped back into existence they were in an empty alleyway. Anastasia released Harry's hand to straighten out her clothes, even though apparating doesn't transport people the same way that portkey's do. Looking over at Harry she notices that he looks a little paler than usual but other than that he's fine.

"Just take a few breaths, you'll feel more like yourself in a couple moments," he just nodded to her. "Alright, well let's go. Should be just around the corner."

Ana starts on ahead to get out of the alleyway, Harry quickly following, walking beside her. They peacefully made their way to the coffee shop, surprisingly it wasn't too busy. She sat down in a booth away from the windows, Harry sliding into the same side of the booth.

There were another few minutes of silence before a waitress came up to their table to get their order, Ana getting a simple Mocha with an extra shot of espresso and Harry picking the same because he's never tried coffee before.

Shortly after that they were joined by Ana's contact, he slid into the opposite side of the booth and took down his hood. She snorted at his attempt at hiding his identity.

"You don't have to hide your face like that in the mundane world Orion," she said in slight amusement.

"Well, you're not the one that's technically dead," he retorted.

"True, but I couldn't just fake my death when I needed to watch out for my nephew here," Orion looks over at Harry who is starring at him in slight wonder because he looks like an older version of Sirius.

"So, I'm guessing that you want the scar checked out finally," Orion asked Harry. Harry gave him a confused look so he elaborated, "Mr. Potter, we asked Dumbledore repeatedly after that night to examine your scar. He always blew it off as something unimportant. But let me ask you this, have you ever felt pain from your scar, or anything that shouldn't be happening with a scar that is almost as old as you are."

Before he could answer, the waitress came back with their two drinks. And asked if Orion wanted anything, which he didn't. When the waitress had walked away again Ana had a sip of her drink keeping an eye on Harry. He hadn't yet tried his drink nor had he answered Orion's question. But he looked deep in thought so Ana and Orion decided to start up a different conversation between the two of them.

"How is he doing?" Orion asked hesitantly. He may not have made it obvious that he loved his sons' (mainly due to Walburga) but they were his pride and joy. Especially Sirius who managed to find an escape from the Black family home. Walburga was overwhelming as future Lady Black and thoroughly abusive, but due to Walburga drugging Orion with love potions by the time he broke away Sirius was living with the Potter's and Regulus had already received that blasted mark.

"He could be better, but I'll be re-homing him after Harry's trial. He should regain his mind being away from that house, I already have a private healer on standby and under contract. Not to mention, diplomatic immunity," Ana gave him a small smile.

"And you?" Ana grimaced at the question, not liking being asked about her well being.

"I'll be fine, on the road to mental recovery as we speak. Being back here added a new jolt to my system, I have to keep a straight head otherwise none of my plans will work out," she kind of evaded the question but he still took it as an answer.

"I get dreams," Harry interrupts them. "More like nightmares, I see him. Voldemort. I wake up with an intense pain in my scar, and it hurt more when I was around his wraith before he got his body back a couple months ago. When he touched it, it felt like it was on fire. Like my head was going to explode from the pain I was experiencing."