Disclaimer: So, I don't own Harry Potter. Wish I did, at least then I could have Snape! I actually prefer Lestrade from Sherlock…okay, I don't. I can't choose between them. I'll just take them both. Or, maybe not. Spent an extra day in Larissa before I head off to Gonnoi. It is a really great city with so excellent food. Tomorrow I head for Gonnoi and then on to Mt. Olympus…maybe I'll ask Eros for both Lestrade and Snape…but I don't want to be greedy.
A/N: There's nothing really dramatic or life-changing going to happen between these pages…or er…computer thingys. This idea came to me this morning when I asked my son to bring me a cup of coffee. He said, "Oooh, the great coffee quest. Watch out for the caffeine starved monsters!" and battled them in his head all the way down and then back up the stairs. Not a bad swordsman for a nine-year-old. Anyway on to the story.
A/N2: So it's been four years since I originally wrote this story. I thought it was time it got an update. Hope you all enjoy it!
The Great Coffee Quest
Chapter One
Plans
The sun peaked its face slowly over the horizon and shone on a large house set back from the street with a large fence surrounding it. Inside the house all was silent. The occupants lost in dreams. Inside a bedroom decorated for a small boy, two lumps filled the bed. One of the lumps rolled to the side and the blankets slipped to reveal the young face of a dark haired boy. His lashes fluttered and then bright green eyes opened and focused on the world around him. His head turned to the other lump and a small hand reached out to poke at the lump.
"Score, you awake?" 8-year-old Albus Severus Potter whispered to his best friend and current sleepover mate, Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy. He propped himself up on one elbow and poked at the lump again.
A head of white blond hair emerged from the blankets. Grey eyes cracked open and glanced at the other boy. "I am now. What time is it?"
Al darted a glance behind Score at the clock on the nightstand. "Seven. It's Saturday, so we could sleep in, but I had an idea for a great adventure." Al's voice was filled with enthusiasm and mischief.
Score was always ready for an adventure so he grinned and raised his eyebrows in inquiry. They had been friends for all their lives and no longer really had any need to talk to each other. Though it was nice to hear the other's voice.
Al grinned in delighted mischief. "Well, Mum and Dad won't be getting up for about another hour; James will sleep till somebody makes him get up, which neither of us would want to do cuz he's a prat and Lily's over at Uncle Ron's," he paused dramatically and grinned even wider. "So let's go make coffee for the 'rents."
Score sent him a skeptical look. "And how exactly is that an adventure?" Score's voice was dubious and scornful.
Al frowned at him for his unimaginative skepticism. "It's easily an adventure when there's lions guarding our door, hippogriffs guarding the stairs, snakes in the kitchen and Voldeshorts himself blocking Mum and Dad's door." He lay back on the pillows and waited for Score's acceptance.
Score's eyes widened and he couldn't stop the convulsive glance at the closed bedroom door before he grinned again. "Now, that's an adventure worthy of the Slytherdors."
"Grifferthens." Al argued with fire in his green eyes.
"Slytherdors." Score insisted, his own grey eyes lit with the excitement of battle.
"Grifferthens." Al glared.
"Slytherdors." Score returned the glare.
Suddenly Al grinned, showing small white teeth. "How 'bout Scorbus?" Together they laughed and fell back on the bed.
Soon they wiped the tears of laughter from their eyes and pulled out some parchment. "Alright, Al, you done any scouting?" Score asked; he was always the planner in their adventures, Al tended to rush in without any thought to the obstacles.
Al scowled at Score's lack of faith in him. "Yeah," he said grumpily before he brightened and reported what he knew. "I couldn't get past the hippogriff's though. Voldyshorts is standing right in front of Mum and Dad's door. There's five lions roaming about the hall and I counted about eleven hippogriffs. The snakes, I've got no clue. I only heard them hissing."
Score swallowed hard. "What if it's basilisks?" He asked in a frightened whisper.
Al's face paled. The boys had been told about their fathers adventures during the war. "Merlin, I hope there aren't any." He swallowed and gathered his courage. "But we need to be ready for anything I guess."
The two boys faced each other as they sat cross legged on the bed making plans to fight their way to the coffee pot. "Oi, Al!" Score suddenly exclaimed as he rolled up the parchment. "Do you know how to make coffee?"
Al shrugged, unconcerned. "Don't need too. Grandpa Arthur bought Mum and Dad a Muggle timed coffee pot. All they have to do is set it and fill it at night and then it comes on at seven thirty." He glanced over to the clock again. "Which it is right now, we have to go!" He nearly shouted in his urgency.
Score jumped off of the bed. "Grab the wands!" He yelled and then paused with a hard stare at Al. "Should we take the sword of Gryffindor?"
Al considered that for a moment and then nodded sharply. "Which of us should wield it though?"
Score gave him his best 'are you an idiot' look. "Duh. You're the Gryffindor half of this team. That sword wouldn't work for me."
Al flushed in shame. "Oh, right." Together the boys grasped the three branches lying on Al's dresser. In their eyes they saw two wands and the sword of Gryffindor. "Ready?" He looked hard into Score's pale face.
"Always." Score grinned and motioned towards the door to the cave of the lions.
A/N: From here on everything will be what the boys see unless otherwise marked.
Score and Al crept towards the door. Al silently slid his hand around the knob, praying it wouldn't creak and alert the fierce lions in the cave. Luck was fortunately with them. Score carefully stuck his head out the door and quickly drew it back. "I thought you said five!" He exclaimed.
"I did!" Al's voice was high and squeaky in his fear of what Score had seen.
Score glared at him. "There's at least ten out there. What are we gonna do?" He asked furiously.
Al winced and the straightened his back and drew a deep breath. "We'll do what we have to. If we don't get my parents the Elixir of Life then they'll die."
Score nodded sympathetically, he would be very upset if they couldn't save Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny too. "We'll fight them to the death. Don't worry, Al, we'll save your parents." He promised with all the confidence of an eight year old boy.
Al nodded his thanks and bravely faced the door. Together they flung open the entrance to the cave and leaped into the swarm of lions, warrior cries on their lips.
Deep green eyes twinkled from a crack in a door down the hall and unknown to the two boys fighting side by side a smile creased Harry Potter's lips.
