Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and make no money from this fan-based fiction.
A/N: This is something that came to mind with a very strong order ti write it, thus I listened.
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"Harry, would you please get me some tea." Sitting at his solid, antique Ebony desk, Sirius didn't life his head form the papers that were piled in front of him, the magical quill furiously writing his every thought. He was writing a book. A book, to be more accurate, about his time in and escape from Azkaban. Sirius had no time to spare to neither make tea nor carry out household chores nor any of that other time-wasting mundane stuff.
Harry knew this. "Of course," he answered with a smile that would have blinded had anyone been looking. But Sirius was fully concentrating on his manuscript.
Harry knew this. And that was ok, he reflected, silently wishing his God-father the best on his book. He was nearly to the kitchens when a soft alarm sounded, alerting him to the arrival of guests. Quickly casting a spell that would start the tea for him, Harry redirected his course to the front door, once again glad that he'd respelled the alarm to only sound to him, keeping Sirius from being bothered by such things. As he made his way, he lit lamps and candles. No need for guests to adjust to the darkness that normally shrouded the inside of the Black Manor.
With the rooms and halls well lit, the manor was quite breathtaking; it's dark wood and grey marble floors shining warmly and the stone walls dust free all the way to the richly made ceiling. Subtle decorations, rich and flowing fabrics, and traditional paintings understated the family's wealth, but not greatly. That's what the Black's were: wealthy beyond measure yet sublet enough to blend into the shadows of society. Their manor reflected that well.
Pulling open the large Mahogany entrance doors, Harry peeked out, hand on wand. They had never had visitors before and it was better to be cautious. But you don't want to be discourteous, a voice floated from the back of his mind, you don't want to shame the house.
Of course I don't, Harry responded to…himself…he wasn't sure. But now was not the time to think of such things.
"I apologize for the wait, we were not expecting guests today," he greeting adding "Lord Malfoy" when he saw who it was he kept waiting. Opening the door further, Harry led Lord Malfoy, his son, and three others that he did not recognize to the formal sitting room, the fireplace lighting itself the instant they stepped inside. Once he saw that everyone was comfortably seated, Harry summoned the tea that had been made by his magic, along with extra cups. "Sirius is currently in his study, but I'll go get him know that you've arrived."
The elder Malfoy raised a perfectly curious brow, "Sirius?"
"Oh, I apologize, Lord Black. I'll just go get him." Harry scurried out of the room. He'd forgotten the rules of the high-class.
Rule 14: Never address one informally in the presence of others, no matter what your relationship is.
As Harry thought, Sirius was still hard at work. "Umm...Sirius?"
"What?" he snapped before realizing who was calling him. "Sorry, Harry. What is it?"
"You have guests. I've put them in the formal sitting room closest to the Main Hall."
Sirius let the magical quill stop, leaning back in his plush chair. "I see. Did you give them tea?"
Harry nodded that he had.
"Good. I'll go speak to them than. You can just continue with whatever you were doing."
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Sirius was not happy to be interrupted. Interruptions wasted time and enough of his time had already been wasted in Azkaban and he certainly had not invited guest over. His irritation raised another notch when he entered the sitting room and spotted Lucius, elegantly sipping tea.
"Lucius, how pleasant to see you today," He noticed that the younger demon spawn was not present. "Mind telling me what you need so I can kick you out?"
"I am here on official business concerning one Harry Potter. Servitude does fit him well, if I may say- Pity that he is a powerful, high class wizard and not a House Elf." Lucius sent a hauntingly placid glance to the Marauder. "However, you seem to have not noticed." "What are you on about, Death Eater!" Sirius growled. "Harry is my God-son. Of course he's not a House Elf." "And yet you cast a servitude spell on him without prior consent. Aurors, please arrest this man for Improper Use of Magic. We shall wait for my son to retrieve Mr. Potter." Sirius had no time to move as the three Aurors struck, knocking him out and dissipating his magic, sending a shock through the surrounding area.
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Harry went back to the kitchens, which were split into several rooms- one for cool foods, hot foods, storage, wine, and the main kitchen where most snacks and drinks were made. It was nearing lunchtime and something had to be made. Would be helpful to know whether the guests are staying for lunch though…
Harry decided, just in case, to make extra. Soupwould be best, he noticed as he looked around the large, walk-in pantry. He didn't do the shopping for another day and the manor's food stores were running low. Yes, soup would be best.
Through the sounds of the stead chopping of vegetables, Harry didn't notice the addition of another body in the kitchen.
"Do you often to the cooking here?"
Harry jumped and just barely missed chopping his own finger off in the process. Spinning around he was Lord Malfoy's son, Draco, leaning idly against one of the main kitchen's stone walls, pinning Harry with an instance silver glare.
"I-of course."
"Why?"
"Well…Sir- I mean Lord Black is busy and I'm used to cooking. I do not really dislike the task anyways."
"I see. What else do you do around the manor?"
"The usual stuff I guess. Household stuff that needs to be done." Harry couldn't understand why he was getting questioned so. Maybe he'd done something wrong? Accidently insulted the Malfoy line? He searched the younger Malfoy's eyes but there was no answer found in them. No hate or anger, but no answer either.
Suddenly, a small force burst through the manor, making Harry glad he'd put down the knife, and Draco smiled. "Well then, we should be going. Dormius!" He caught the now sleeping Harry before he could hit the ground, glaring angrily at the air before him as he walked to the Main Hall.
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R&R so I know if I should give into the next order to write from this plot-bunny.