LET'S START WITH A STORY SHALL WE??
Knock. Hermione opened her eyes. It was three in the morning, and there was no one in their room except her snoring husband. She closed her eyes again when there was another rap. This time louder.
The Gryffindor in Hermione took her wand and left the bed. But instead of the floor, her feet landed on something soft and furry. A quick ‘Lumos’ told her it wasn’t her cat, but a Jarvey. The Jarvey looked so annoyed that it might even bite her. Hermione panicked.
“Ron,” she whispered. “Ron, please wake up!”
“Hermione, it’s three in the morning.”
“Ron, please! There are creatures in our room, and there is something in our cupboard.”
At her words, Ron woke up fully alert. There were various creatures in their room, a Jarvey, a ferocious-looking crup, a baby dragon, and a double-ended Newt. The cupboard was shaking with more intensity now.
“Hermione, it could be a boggart,” said Ron.
“What if it’s not?” Hermione was worried.
“Don’t worry, I’ll call the Aurors right away if it is more trouble than we both can handle.”
Ron went and opened the cupboard with various spells buzzing in his mind. Instead, he found a handsome man around his age with a strange suitcase inside his cupboard. Hermione stopped in her tracks, in between sending a Patronus to Harry. It was only an intruder.
“Er, who are you, and how did you get in there?” asked Ron.
The man was horrified, “Oh dear, how did I land up here?”
That was Newt Scamander from the past, who had landed up at Mr. and Mrs. Ronald Weasley’s house, direct in 1926, following the trail of his cake-eating Niffler. His Niffler had turned back time, accidentally, causing Newt, itself, and all of Newt’s creatures to transport into their future. He needed to find the creature before heading back. He had tucked all the other creatures back into his suitcase and had learned a lot of interesting tidbits about his life from Hermione and Ron.
“I am a fan of your book on magical creatures. I have read all your books, Mr. Scamandar,” Hermione said.
“That’s flattering, Mrs. Weasley; only I haven’t written any of them yet,” Newt replied awkwardly.
“Well, that’s quite worrisome,” said Ron. “Because if we don’t find your cake-eating Niffler, not only will the cakes get scarcer, but your books may get unwritten too if you remain stuck here for too long.”
“Oh no, that’s a serious problem,” said Newt. “But I reached your house following a trail which meant it had to be nearby?”
“Not anymore,” said Hermione.”The cake in our kitchen that we made for our friend Shibani is missing.”
***
The pastry vanished from Joey’s plate. He must have eaten it already. Or not. He went to the fridge of his apartment, to get more pieces of the pastry cake. Except there was no cake there anymore.
“I can’t believe you ate the whole cake,” cried Joey.
“What cake?” Chandler was confused, but Joey was very upset.
“Don’t try to act smart after eating the whole thing. I’ll never forget the last time I saw the creamy pastry cake,”
“Relax Joey. Last time you saw a cake was a few minutes ago. Even the cake hasn’t forgotten the last time it saw you. Don’t you think there should be a No Contact period before any of you moves on?”
Ross entered the apartment. His hands held a packet of Chiffon Cake that he bought to celebrate his promotion with his friends.
“Hey what’s up guys?” Ross asked cheerily.
“Chandler ate my whole pastry cake.” Joey complained.
Chandler bit back, “Well, I didn’t. Maybe you have eaten it yourself and forgotten about it. Or maybe your cake just vanished into thin air.”
As if on cue, the packet in Ross’s hands vanished in front of their eyes much to their bewilderment.
“Yes, just like that,” said Chandler.
“I’m FINE.” said Ross.
***
Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Newt apparated into the apartment of Chandler and Joey. As if the shock of the cake vanishing into thin air wasn’t enough for them.
“Do you think we need to Obliviate these muggles?” whispered Harry.
“No, I don’t think so. They can help us track the trail of my Rufus.” Newt replied.
“Hey, I have seen you somewhere?” Joey pointed out to Ron.
“You have?” Ron was confused.
“Yes. Aren’t you Ed Sheeran?”
When the magical folks were finished explaining their situation to the muggles, Joey was still convinced that Ron sang songs as a muggle. Monica and Hermione had a great conversation on food and books, while Rachel and Phoebe listened on. Newt knew after all this was over, he would have to take back all the muggles to Tina’s office as per the law so that they could be obliviated. Only, there was no Tina in this timeline. He missed her, he hoped he could get back his Niffler so that he could return home. Ron and Hermione were hoping to find the creature and rescue birthday cakes for Shibani’s and later Harry’s birthday.
Chandler looked up from his computer and said,
“Guys, we have found your Niffler. It’s in India, at some Baked with Love café.”
Hermione was elated, “Oh thank God, we found it. Let’s go.”
And with that, they left the friends gang behind after inviting them to their friend’s birthday party.
***
Ron was so happy to be at the Baked with Love cafe. It was the only cafe that reported no missing cakes or pastries. He sat on the table and ate to his heart’s content. In a distant corner, Mr. Ram Kapoor was scowling at him. Ram Kapoor doesn’t share cupcakes. Especially when his wife had made them. He meant ex-wife.
“Please don’t worry about violating the International Statute of Secrecy over here. Being a superhuman, I am a half-witch myself. But my husband never figured it out. He is only good at calculation, not logic. Ex husband, I mean.” Priya Kapoor blushed.
“Ron, stop eating all the cupcakes. We are supposed to investigate here.” said Hermione.
“I am investigating. The way Harry and Newt are experimenting, they will never catch the cake-eating Niffler,” Ron gulped another large piece of cake and said.
“The way you are gulping cakes, Ron, there won’t be much difference between you and the creature,” said Hermione.
“Look at it this way, they are looking at the trail. And I am guarding its next target,” Ron smiled, and Hermione couldn’t take her eyes away from him
"Always the tone of surprise,” he said.
Ram Kapoor couldn’t bear the sight of Ron eating the precious cake anymore. He leaped and touched Ron’s shoulder, and the plate of cakes vanished. Was Ram the Niffler, Newt Scamander was looking for?
Apparently not. The Niffler Rufus had taken polyjuice potion to look like Ram because that was the only café where the cake was still available. But he couldn’t attack the cake under everyone’s nose and leave his trail. But it missed Newt, and so it went back to him.
The original Ram Kapoor came back and was pleased how his wife had saved him by contributing to finding the creature. Ex-wife, he meant.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione collected the most beautiful cake for their friend Shibani and threw her a grand party. Everyone was invited, including all the new friends they had made along the way.
Credits:
Organized by: Beautiful_Mess, Lazybing
Write up by: Tounsel
Poem: Dusk2Dawn
Tags: Tournsel, Haal E Dil & Maria
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