It Ended With Our Song

Kamau Okoro

A/N I know the chapters are short but I'm trying to get them done quicker, so expect some regular updates

He was hit instantaneously by the hot tropical night. The streets were a lot quieter now, stalls were slowly closing up.

The moon shone above him, illuminating the gravel streets. His head was warm and fuzzy with alcohol, his heart still beating from the previous encounter.

He wasn't ready to go back yet, to go back to Draco, and the wash of carefully avoided words.

So instead he let himself wander, shoes kicking lose stones from the path.

Unlike in London, the stars here shone prominently in the pitch black sky. It was something he definitely didn't miss about the bustling city. 

The constant pressure of loss and mourning. He's surprised he didn't completely crack sooner.

He took a left turn, walking slowly down a residential street. Small wooden houses lined the sides of the pavement. Lanterns sending shadows up the walls.

His eyes settled on a figure sitting on the front steps of a house further down. As he drew nearer he stilled, her eyes focusing in on him as well. 

It was hard to make out much in this lighting but she looked only slightly younger than him. 

He dragged his eyes away and kept walking, his pace quickening ever so slightly. He could feel her eyes following his every movement. 

He let out a breath as he past the house, he didn't know why but it seemed to give him an odd sense of unease while at the same time his body seemed desperate to turn around.

The choice though, was to be made for him when he heard someone clear their throat. 

He faltered in his step, turning around ever so slowly. 

The girl stood now, on the steps of her porch, watching him thoughtfully.

"Mr Potter," She spoke, her voice carrying a twinge of an accent he couldn't place.

His blood chilled for the second time that night, why did his past always seem to catch up to him.

"I was wondering when we'd finally cross paths."

His brow furrowed, "How do you know my name?"

The question lay between them, unanswered.

"Would you like to come inside, it's late out." 

"How do you know my name," Harry repeated, keeping a safe distance between them.

The girl chuckled softly, a smile twinging her lips, "I came off a bit creepy didn't I."

Harry raised a brow, "Well you're not answering my question." 

This time a grin did break out onto the girls face, "I know, but I didn't really expect you to turn around, I didn't think it was you."

The response didn't leave Harry any more at ease.

"Look really, you wanna come inside."

"You do realise what you're asking me," Harry pushed, "You sound like a complete lunatic."

"Arn't you at all curious to how I know your name."

"No."

"Lies don't go far Mr Potter."

"You are a lunatic, I swear."

"My offer still stands, I'll leave the front door open. You can run at any sign of danger."

Harry sighed, "How do I know you don't have an army of men in there to kill me on sight?"

The girls sweet laughter filled the air again, "I can't make any promises but you could try trusting me."

"Trusting a complete stranger who for some reason knows my name?"

She shrugged, her eyes tracking his face curiously.

Harry sighed again letting his legs carry him forward towards her. 

You see if he was sober he wouldn't have turned around in the first place but he was too invested now.

If everything went to shit, he'd blame it on the alcohol.

-

The house was a lot more welcoming than he expected it to be.

Yellow light glowed from the ceiling lamps, toning everything in the room with a warm hue. 

The main room he walked into was filled with only a rickety wooden table and a couple chairs. Large antique vases littered the shelves and countertops.

"You can sit if you'd like," She gestured at the table, "Would you a drink? Water, champagne?"

Harry found himself laughing softly, "Honestly I could go for a glass of champagne."

She smiled back.

In the light it was much easier to make out her face. 

Her hair lay in black box braids, framing her sharp facial features. Her skin, though dark in colour had a golden tinge from the sun. Necklaces adorned her neck. The bracelets on her wrists, clanking together alongside her movements. 

"I'll be right back then, doors open if you want to make  a break for it" She responded, turning and walking into a passageway to Harry's left.

Harry settled himself down in one of the dining chairs, while he waited.

She responded a moment later with two champagne flutes and a bottle. 

She set them done of the table, pouring equally, "You can choose your glass, just so you know I'm not poisoning you."

Harry smiled sheepishly, taking the glass closest to him.

"Aliha my dear," Suddenly a second voice came from the fragile looking staircase at the other end of the room, "You could have told me we had guests."

The voice, Harry quickly found, belonged to an old man. The spitting image of the girl standing next to him, though his hair was fuzzy and greying and so was the stubble that blanketed his chin.

He extended a hand to Harry as he approached, "Kamau Okoro," He introduced himself, "Lovely to finally make your acquaintance Mr Potter."

He glanced up at his daughter, then back down at Harry, who shook his hand wearily, "I hope you don't mind If I join."

Harry shook his head, "Fine by me Mr Okoro."

The man cheeks lifted, smile lines creasing as he grinned, seating himself across from Harry, "Please, call me Kam."

"You want a whisky or something Pa," The girl, who he presumed to be Aliha, spoke from behind him.

"A whiskey would be great, Ali."

Her footsteps receded once again.

He turned back to Harry, "How are you Mr Potter."

Harry almost laughed, "Honestly, bloody confused."

"Yes, yes, I think I would be to, in your position," Kamau chuckled, "Ali can come off a bit too confident sometimes."

Harry just raised a brow, bringing his glass of champagne to his lips.

"Dear god, you are the spitting image of James, mannerisms and all."

The glass slipped straight from Harry's hands.