Tomarry One Shots

Matcha Latte Please

Summary: After the war ended in 1988, Harry Potter finds the same mirror that Sirius gave him in his 5th year. Without thinking twice, he suddenly finds himself in a different dimension where magic doesn't exist. In order to survive, he must blend in and keep a low profile, securing a job in a local coffee shop. After all, that's where he is good at, at surviving.

However the Potter luck strikes again and Harry finds himself looking at his customer that very much looks like the man in the diary he met in his 2nd year.

Ship: TomRiddlexHarryPotter

All credit goes to itsurawberi on Ao3

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"Avada kedavra-"

"Expelliarmus!"

It finally ended. After 17 years of battling with the madman. Living in a constant fear, growing and living as a sacrificial lamb for the wizarding world, it has finally ended.

Harry slumps as he watches Voldemort disappear. He doesn't notice when everyone around him celebrates. Cheering, laughing, and hugging all their loved ones. Those who survived.

However, all he hears is his heart beat. Beating so fast that he can feel himself trembling.

Voldemort's gone.

And so is Sirius, Remus, Tonks, Cedric, Dumbledore, Snape, his parents.

All his life, he didn't know that he's even a wizard. And as soon as he learns he is magic, suddenly everyone around him sees him as The Boy Who Lived. And now that he has done his task, his prophecy, he finds himself empty.

"What now?" He whispered to himself.

Looking around and seeing that no one's looking at him, he stands up and walks. Walked and walked, and he found himself in the middle of forbidden forest. Where he died, again.

As Harry took notice of his surroundings, he stopped. Looking for a place to sit, he decided to sit on the root of a huge tree above him.

Making himself comfortable holding his feet on his chest and hugging himself, he saw a glimpse of a reflective object near his feet. Without thinking what it is, he grabs it.

The last thing that he saw was the same mirror that Sirius gave to him in his 5th year and suddenly everything went dark.

Harry woke up with his alarm clock buzzing. Grunting, he turned over and sighed on his pillow. He has to get up now or else his boss will snap at him. Again.

But honestly who gave a fuck when he sneers at him again, it is not like he doesn't do that to him when he was still at Hogwarts.

He remembered how shocked he was when he found the absolute git Severus Snape when he applied for a coffee shop named The Prince that is near his apartment. And the name of the shop makes sense at all. And apparently even though he is in a different dimension, being an asshole remains in his blood and sneered at him the moment he stepped on the shop. It is just that Snape's in dire need of a barista that he even hired him.

Sighing, he got up and started to prepare. Eating a small meal, because despite many years not living on the Dursley anymore, he still can't get himself to eat a lot. Showering then just wearing a black slack and emerald sweater, he grabbed his bag and keys and went outside.

The coffee shop is just 5 minutes walk from his apartment. And so he always uses the time walking to observe people around him. Apparently he somewhat hopped in a different dimension and he's now in 2011.

And there's no magic at all.

Snape keeps side eyeing his wand before and since he can't even use it, he just keeps it hidden in his drawer in case he can travel back to his time. So now he is used to not bringing his wand after a month.

His inner monologue was interrupted when someone bumped him. Hard enough that he feels his shoulder might bruise.

"My apology. I didn't mean to bump into you. I wasn't looking." The man said. Not even giving him a chance to look at him, he just passed by and left him hanging.

Shaking his head, "that hurts." He muttered to himself. He opened the glass door of the shop and saw that Snape's already in there, preparing the counter.

"Exactly half past ten, Potter. I told you to be here before that time." He drawls. "You are to take charge of the counter today. Make sure to get the correct order for the customers."

He nodded. "Yes sir."

He went to his locker to put his bag and grabbed his cream colored apron. Fixing his clothes and hair, he went back to the counter and saw that people were starting to crowd outside. He learned that by 11 a.m. half of the employees in nearby offices around the area have their snacks and by that, a lot of people are ordering coffee to boost their energy for their day.

Accepting orders and Snape making it, and sometimes helping him too when there's too many people to serve, he just considers this day as a normal and tiring day. After an hour when the crowd started to decrease, he was about to sit and eat his lunch when the bell in the door rings.

"Good afternoon, how may I-" he didn't even finish his greeting when he saw the man who entered the shop.

Black hair that is trimmed clear on both sides with just a little curl on his face, a dark brown eyes that seems to turn to a shade of red when it hits a light, tall but slender body, he was just staring at the man not noticing that he's even gaping.

His amusement was cut with a snap of a finger right on his face.

"Hello? Are you alright? You looked a bit pale. Do you want me to call help?" The man asked.

And oh how deep his voice is. And how familiar it is.

"No. I'm alright, I'm sorry. I just stood up so suddenly I got dizzy." Harry said, rubbing his neck with his hand.

"If you say so." Then the man smiled at him.

Oh Merlin, he looks so handsome. And pretty. But handsome at the same time.

"Uhm, so what can I get for you?" Harry asked. Ignoring how his skin might turn red on his face up to his neck.

"I'll just have a regular matcha latte please."

"Alright. Your name?" He asked, focusing on writing on the cup his order so Snape won't get it wrong.

"Ohh a bit too fast eh?" The man said. When Harry looked at him, he was smirking at him and looking at his eyelashes. He was flustered, "No!" He almost yelled. Looking around and noticing some people who were in the shop looking at them, he lowered his voice. "Uhm no sir. It's just so I can tell who's order it is when we serve it." If earlier he just felt his cheeks heating up, now he's sure that he's now red like a tomato. If it is because of the man in front of him or being embarrassed, he's not even sure.

"I know, I'm just kidding." The man said and laughed. "What's your name, by the way?" He added and leaned, putting his left hand on the counter.

"Harry." He said. "Harry Potter."

"What a beautiful name darling." He whispered, staring intently at him. With this distance, he is sure that the man's eyes are the most beautiful one that his eyes have ever laid on. Brown almost red, clashing with his deep green eyes.

Flustered, he remembered that he was asking his name first for his order, and so Harry asked him again.

"Uhm what's your name sir?"

"Tom. Tom Marvolo Riddle. Though you can just call me baby for short if you want."