Wolf-Blood (Harry Potter Fan-Fic) Sequel

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The sound of tableware and cutlery had become the usual for Scarlet. The clink of glasses as liquid would slosh around in the hands of customers. The constant chatter, at first would berate against her ears and leave her to return home with a severe headache, but now she could block it all out. The job in itself wasn't the greatest achievement or use of her skills, but it payed reasonably well. Especially since she managed to convince her employer to open up such a job. If she kept gaining decent experience should could probably find herself in a higher paying position, though she knew she would have to start at the bottom and work her way up.

Swerving around tables with a tray in hand held at face level became the easiest of tasks she could practically do it blindfolded. And so, she went about her waitressing job in silence, only speaking when spoken to. On a rare occasion she would have to raise her voice when customers would get rowdy or became too drunk, though she would also be surprised when someone she knew would walk through the Leaky Cauldron's front door.

Hagrid would regularly come by and try to start up conversation with her, and while she would comply for a few minutes she'd be whisked away by the needs of another customer. A lot had changed since the war had ended but some things had stayed the same. Her eyes remained a fierce yellow giving her a foreign look and so she would often catch eyes on her as she made her way about the tables. Furthermore, her hair was tidier having lost its wild flair, perhaps the concept of wearing a skirt had deflated its ferocity.

A hand had risen in one of the private booths, and instinct carried her feet over. Pulling out a notebook and pen she prepared herself to scribble the order down, not even bothering to acknowledge her customer.

"Yes, can I take your order?" She asked politely, it was a sugary tone that was clearly fake and had been worn down by use.

"Yes, I was wondering if I'd be able to have a word with Ms Wolf, I heard she works here." A familiar voice forced her to look down at her customer, not only because of their request.

"Harry, what are you doing here?" She asked shocked, taking in his messy hair and green eyes. The scar on his forehead hadn't faded and so he still caught attention wherever he went.

"Not so loud would you," he scolded her and then gestured to the seat across from him. "Come, take a sit."

"I can't I've got work." She replied awkwardly.

Of all the people she didn't want to know that she worked here, it was certainly him. She worried that if he knew about her job he would find her even more unqualified to raise Teddy. She had arranged with her employer that some nights she'd be unable to come in due to her parental duties, and so for the time being this brand of work would suffice.

"It won't take long, please sit." He offered again, and so she resigned to sit down opposite him.

"Alright, what is it?" she asked, crossing her legs over and resting her hands on the table. "And how'd you find out I work here?"

"Hermione told me, she saw you one time she was passing through to get to Diagon Alley." He replied, and Scarlet mumbled something incoherent under her breath. "As for why I'm here, it's because I was asked to give you something to make tomorrow evening easier on you." He shuffled around in his bag before pulling out a flask that contained a dark and smoky liquid.

Wolfsbane Potion.

She clutched the thing in her hands, and coughed a little in disgust. The liquid didn't taste very nice, but she was grateful to have it with her. She wasn't sure what Teddy would become when he transformed, but Andromeda had explained that he had grown some fur and was far more rowdy than usual. Despite, the uncertainty, Scarlet knew what she was and what she would become so having the Wolfsbane would better the situation.