Harry Potter Goes to Williamsburg
Disclaimer: Excerpt taken from JK Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, chapter: “Godric’s Hollow”
“Hermione?”
“Hmm?”
“I’ve been thinking. I—I want to go to Williamsburg.”
“Yes,” she said. “Yes, I’ve been wondering that too. I really think we’ll have to. I mean, I can’t think of anywhere else it could be either. It’ll be dangerous, but the more I think about it, the more likely it seems it’s there.”
“Er—what’s there?” asked Harry.
At that, she looked just as bewildered as he felt.
“Well, the Kyoto-style iced coffee, Harry! Your blog readers must have known you’d want to go back there, and I mean, Williamsburg is where Blue Bottle’s roasting works are—“
“Really? Blue Bottle roasts their beans in Williamsburg?”
“Harry, did you ever even read Man Seeking Coffee?”
* * * *
Harry would gladly have set out for Godric’s Hollow the following day, but Hermione had other ideas. Convinced as she was that Voldemort would expect Harry to return to the birthplace of hipsterdom, she was determined that they would set off only after they had ensured that they had the best disguises possible. It was therefore a full week later—once they had surreptitiously obtained hairs from innocent Muggles who were Christmas shopping, and had practiced Apparating and Disapparating while underneath the Invisibility Cloak together—that Hermione agreed to make the journey.
They were to take the subway to Bedford Ave under cover of darkness, so it was late afternoon when they finally swallowed Polyjuice Potion, Harry transforming into a blogger named Octopus Gourmet, Hermione into Octopus Gourmet’s coffee-loving friend Shira. Harry lowered the Invisibility Cloak over them, then they turned into the suffocating darkness once again.
They were standing in a snowy lane under a deep blue sky, in which the night’s first stars were already glimmering feebly. Brownstone houses stood on either side of the narrow road, Christmas decorations twinkling in their windows. A short way ahead of them, a glow of golden streetlights indicated the center of the village.
El Beit
(Soy cortado– nice consistency, but espresso too mild to stand up to soy
Macchiato– peaceful, nutty, made me think of a gray, pebbly beach)
Blue Bottle Coffee
(Kyoto-style made with Ethiopian Sidamo– read about it here.
“Three Africans” pourover– surprisingly bold, with a forceful bitterness)
Second Stop Cafe
(Macchiato with Stumptown Hairbender– zingy, powerful, sharp, with a nice bitterness
Ethiopian Michelle– too bright, like jasmine tea)
Gimme! Coffee
(Soy cappuccino– the best ever for soy! Foamy and rich, with a light salinity to match the espresso’s.
Award-winning “Cup of Excellence” Honduras on a Clever— Mellow, well-balanced, more like a breakfast blend)
octopusgourmet.wordpress.com 
this piece made my day!! but I wondered how you got back without being detected by you know whom.
The blizzard was so thick, we didn’t even need to Disapparate under the Cloak! Public transportation is quite a magical thing, you know.
I love it! I’ll have to post a link on my child_lit listserve. xox
Of course neither of them suspected Blue Bottle Coffee stood for the color of a person’s blood after they’ve been attacked by the infamous Williamsburg rabbid squirrels. That rabbid squirrels were in fact the only population of Williamsburg which had long been deserted by Muggles on account of nocturnal noises, trashed front yards and vampire-like deathly bites. And so it came that when Hermione and Harry stepped on Williamsburg’s main street powdered in sugar snow, hundreds of beady eyes ferociously watched them make their way to the Standing Spoon pub.