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The Grindelwald Legacy	By : ccino49 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 7559 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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I own nothing but this sordid little tale. All characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I am not making any money by writing it. I must be insane.

The Grindelwald Legacy

CharlotteBlack: Hey thanks, my first reviewer, but your guess is so wrong. Afraid you won�t find out this chapter either, so please keep reviewing and I will be kind and tell you. Maybe in the next chapter. : )

Chapter 2

The station was small and dim, lit by... torches? �Huh, I hope they have running water and not a pump in the middle of the village.� Lucy snorted at the thought.

Pulling the letter from her pack that gave the address of where she needed to go, Lucy headed for the far end of the platform so she could find a taxi rank.

There wasn�t one. �Oh that�s just great.�

Dragging the cases down the steps, she found herself on the edge of a small village. Shops and houses lined each side and she made her way to the only place that showed any sign of life.

�The Three broomsticks. What a name to call a pub?� She wished she looked older than her sixteen years, whenever she and her mates had tried to enter pubs and clubs in the past they were often sussed and thrown out.
As soon as she entered, two drunken thugs roughly shoved her back out.
�Hello darlin, what yer doin �ere? Yer a pretty young thing.�
Lucy stuck her chin out stubbornly. �For a start, you�re drunk, and second, take your hands off me.� She said indignantly, pushing his massive hands off her shoulders.
�Ooh. Right little miss aren�t we?�

�When I need to be, yeah. If you could please just tell be where I can get a taxi, or maybe catch a bus?�
The two men laughed heartily and Lucy started to get angry, as well as a bit nervous.
�Charlie Bracks, close that door, your letting all the heat out of the place.� A female voice shouted through the open doorway.
�We got us a young stray out �ere Rosmerta. Says she wants a taxi.� He shouted back with a chortle.
A middle-aged woman with rather a lot of cleavage and a concerned expression exited the pub. �Hello dearie. You lost?� �You two, on your way.� She told the men.
�A bit. If I could just find a bus or something.� Lucy told her, keeping a wary eye on the two drunks that weaved their way down the cobbled street.

The woman laughed. �Won�t find anything like that round here. Come inside out of the cold, ignore this lot.�
Lucy followed her into the pub proper, trying to ignore the stares and jeers from some of the male patrons as the woman led her through the bar and into a back room.
�This is for the staff only, don�t you worry about that lot out there. Now, where are you looking to go?�
�My grans. I have an address; I just don�t know how to get there. They said there aren�t any taxis or buses here.�
�They�re right. Mind if I ask where you need to be?�

Lucy studied the woman for a moment or two. What choice did she have? She was as good as lost, and homeless too if she didn�t find her grans house. Besides, the woman didn�t seem too bad. �Here.� She handed Rosmerta the letter.
�Lucy... oh my.� Rosmerta stared at the young girl in front of her. Long blonde curly hair, green eyes with a slightly feral look in them. She looked to be in her late teens, early twenties. �You�re Hetty�s granddaughter?�
�Supposedly. Do you know her? Please, I�m really tired, I�ve only had a sandwich since breakfast and I�d really like to get to my grans.�
�Oh you poor lamb. Well I can tell you now; old Hetty won�t open her door to anyone once the sun goes down. You can stay here tonight, and I�ll arrange for someone to take you to Hetty�s in the morning.�

�I don�t know. How much is it for a room?�

�Aw, I�m not going to charge you dearie. I�ve got a spare room in my private quarters, you can have that. I didn�t even know Hetty had a granddaughter.�

�No, neither did she until a few months ago. What�s she like?�
�Hetty? Well she�s... Hetty I suppose. Keeps to herself really. I haven�t seen hide nor hair of her in months.� Rosmerta told her, as if that explained everything.
She took Lucy up a back staircase and showed her to a small, but comfortable room. This one lit by candles.
�I�ll have some food sent up for you, it�s best you don�t mix with the rabble downstairs. They get a bit rowdy as the night goes on, good men on the whole though.�
�Oh, wait until Minerva and the others come at the weekend. They�ll kill for this little tidbit.� The witch thought gleefully.

�Excuse me, don�t you have electricity here? I noticed the station was lit with torches, and you have candles.�
�Why on earth would we want electricity? Oh no, you won�t find any of that nonsense in Hogsmead. Now you get settled and your food will be up in a minute. I need to get back to my customers.�

Strange as everything was, Lucy was shattered, and the bed, though dated, looked clean and inviting. Kicking her trainers off, she jumped backwards onto the thick comforter and nearly bounced of it again. �Bloody hell.� She said, giggling to herself while looking round the room.
A knocked at the door brought her back to reality and she stood and opened it.
A young woman with a tray of steaming food smiled at her and Lucy immediately stepped back to let her enter.
�Oh thanks. I�m starving.�

�You�re welcome miss.� The girl bobbed, gave a shy smile, and left the room, closing the door behind her.
Lucy stared after her for a couple of seconds, unable to believe she�d done that little curtsy thing, then she turned to the food set out on the small table.

The stew and dumplings were delicious, as was the tall glass of orange juice that wasn�t orange at all. Lucy neither knew nor cared what it was.
The food served to make her even more drowsy and all she wanted to do now was sleep. Turning the key in the lock, she stripped down to her knickers and vest top and crawled into bed. It didn�t take more than a few minutes for her to nod off.

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�Blasted owls messing all over the windowsills. Be off with you.� Hetty snatched the parchment from the poor owl and shooed it away with a wave of her hand, then sat down to read her letter.
�Here you go Maxi. Take this to Rosmerta and lead the girl back here. There�s a good boy. The silly chit�s spent the night at the Broomsticks. That means half of Hogsmead will know about her by lunchtime.�
Maxi made his way into the village, heading straight for the back door of the Broomsticks. He was an extremely intelligent dog and knew the inn wouldn�t be open for another couple of hours yet. He also knew that Rosmerta would likely have plenty of leftovers she�d gladly give him.
Witches and wizards stayed close to the shop fronts as he walked by. Maxi was a komondor, a very large breed of Hungarian sheepdog with powerful muscles, a long, cream coloured, corded coat, and a jaw strong enough to break bones in one bite. If he had a mind to that is. Komondors were originally bred to guard sheep from bears and wolves and a full grown dog would have no trouble dispatching one of the ferocious creatures.
Rosmerta heard the deep, loud woof at her kitchen door. �Oh good grief. Sally, put that left over stew in a bowl now. Hetty�s sent Maxi to get the girl and I want him occupied until she�s ready.�
The young woman who�d taken Lucy�s food up the night before hurriedly did as she was told and thrust the large bowl towards her boss. �I aint doin it. That thing scares the shi...livin daylights outa me.�
The older witch scowled, but she took the dish anyway. She didn�t blame Sally for being afraid of the dog. He�d been known to rip a man to pieces without even exerting itself.
Said man had tried to relieve Hetty of her purse one day when she was out shopping, he never knew what hit him when Maxi pounced and tore his throat out. Hetty just carried on down the street as if nothing had happened.

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