Harry Potter: An Alternate Universe

1) Snow Date

Year: Graduated 1992
House: n/a
Gender: M
Love Interest: Charlie Weasley

You moved to Romania at the age of thirteen, and had been living there ever since. You moved there after your parents passed away, to live with your aunt and uncle.

You graduated from a community college, bought a flat in Bucharest, and started working for an independent company as an interior designer. What might be the most out of the ordinary part of your life, was the fact that your uncle is a wizard. He works at the Romanian Ministry of Magic, which you found out eventually by the age of fourteen.

None of your friends knew about magic, or flying broomsticks as any part of their reality. You, like them, are non-magical, or fara-magie as they say in Romania. But once you'd learned about it, your uncle wanted you to be just as part of the community as he and his wife were. It was a fascinating way to grow up, and kept your mind away from the loss of your parents.

But as an adult, you found life as dull and aimless as it was back in England. No more trips to the Ministry, or visits to hidden enchanted villages. It was time to grow up, and find some excitement away from the wizarding world, and in the fara-magie world instead.

One evening after work, you head out into the city to look for a place to stop by for a drink. You realize after only a few minutes of walking outside that your trench coat's no match for the brisk December air. You decide to walk into the nearest pub, just to escape the cold. You grab a seat up at the bar and order yourself a beer. You'd only taken your first sip when someone appears at your side to talk to the bartender.

"Do you know where Bauturi de Potiuni is?" The bartender looked at him quizzically.

"Nu vorbesc engleza," he said. The man sighed.

"I speak English," you say, seeing the man clearly. He had vibrant red hair, and freckles that you found quite rare and attractive.

"Oh, okay," he said all flustered. "Do you know where Bauturi de Potuini is?"

"Sorry, I don't think I've heard of it."

"That's alright. A friend of mine said it was here. Thank you, anyway."

"No problem," you say, watching his turn away towards the door. You see the tip of a long piece of wood sticking out of his pocket you thought to be similar to the wand your uncle had. You drew a few bills out of your pocket, slammed them on the table, the ran after the man onto the street.

"Sir!," you call. The red-head stopped walking to turn back around. He looked confused, probably because of how much you were smiling. "Sir, your wand." He looked at his coat pocket, and shoved the wand in further in haste.

"Th-thank you. Wait, you're a wizard then?"

"No, but my uncle is. Mum's brother. And the place you were looking for, was it one of those that has a secret entrance or something?"

"Yeah, one of those."

"Makes sense. Bauturi de Potuini means Brewing Potions."

"Oh."

"I can help you look for it."

"You don't mind?"

"Not at all."

"Thank you. What's your name?"

"(Y/n) (l/n). And you?"

"Charlie. Charlie Weasley." He shook your hand. "It might be 'round the back of that place." You two reentered the pub, making your way to its rear. You filled with excitement at the prospect of seeing a new magical location. You imagined it filled with centaurs, goblins, and all sorts of creatures. Maybe they had a type of drink only wizards make.