Treacle Tart for Desert
Disclaimer: Unfortunately Harry, his friends and foes were never mine and will never be mine. As much as I like to imagine, it's just not possible, and so I have resorted to borrowing them.
Authors Note: Hello everybody here at the world fan fiction, this is my first Harry Potter fan fiction that I have put online. After reading them for years and writing a few myself, once in an English exam, I have finally decided to share one of them with the world. This is a very short one, possibly the shortest I have written. It is just simply an extra scene or perhaps a replacement scene although I absolutely loved JK Rowling's version, how could anyone not?
Anyway enough of the Authors Note and on with the show, albeit a rather short show and if you're feeling generous at the end: review, good or bad. Enjoy x
Treacle Tart for Desert
By Eve
Harry was lying on his bed at number 12 Grimauld Place. He was suppose to be sleeping, he had avoided Mrs Weasleys offer of lunch by saying he wasn't feeling very well, he just wanted to be alone.
This afternoon everybody would be going to St. Mungos. Everybody except Sirius. Harry wondered that if he pretended to be asleep then he would not have to go. He could stay here with Sirius, who was ecstatic that he had company for Christmas, had he been alone last Christmas? Maybe Remus had visited him, thought Harry.
There was a knock at the door.
"Harry, mum says we're goin' out but you could stay here with Sirius if you like?" it was Ron; he was standing in the doorway, peering over to see if Harry was awake.
He was, but he didn't reply, he was curled up on his bed, his back facing the door. "OK mate, I'll see you later then," he left, closing the door quietly as he went.
Eventually the Weasleys minus Mr Weasley, Remus, Tonks and Moody left, leaving the screaming Mrs Black to be settled by her son.
Not long later when Harry came downstairs he found Sirius lounging in the library.
"Hello Harry, you feeling better?" He asked, as Harry closed the large oak door. Harry smiled and nodded.
"You should have something to eat. You didn't have any lunch and I can't remember you having any breakfast either," Sirius stated softly, standing up and heading to the door where Harry was standing.
"Yeah OK," he replied as they walked to the kitchen, "I think I'll just have some toast."
"And I think Molly will have another excuse to murder me, but sure, what do you want on it?" Sirius asked.
"Just butter, please."
Soon Harry was sat next to Sirius, who was sat at the head of the long table, eating four slices of buttered toast. After several moments of silence Sirius asked noting the dark circles under Harry's emerald eyes, "Did you manage to get much sleep?"
Harry looked up from his now empty plate and answered truthfully, "Not really."
Sirius smiled, comforting Harry, "Ron snoring?" he joked and Harry smiled but looked back down becoming intrigued with the crest on the empty plate.
"You wanna' talk about it?" Sirius asked unsteadily, unsure whether to ask or not. His godson remained looking down, perhaps to avoid the question.
Soon Harry's eyes wide with anxiety met Sirius', "What if," Harry paused, "What if I was the one who…"
"You didn't do anything Harry…" Sirius put his hand on Harry's shoulder, "Honestly, you can't have, I promise Harry, it wasn't you," he said reassuringly and Harry smiled.
The doorbell rang and Mrs Black started screaming again. Sirius let everyone who had seen Mr Weasley back into the house.
Harry who had been in a much better mood spent the rest of the afternoon playing chess with Ron, Ginny, Lupin and Sirius. Whilst Mrs Weasley, who was also in a good mood partially because Harry had left his room for more than a few minutes, spent the afternoon in the kitchen preparing a delicious meal with Treacle Tart for desert.
The End