Harry and the crew in a nursing home! All relationships are true to the epilogue and most deaths are disregarded. Rated T for slight language.

Westerly's home for wizened Warlocks and Witches

Chapter One: Pudding.

Harry Potter was sitting in his rocking chair watching as a healer handed everyone their pudding.

Today, it was extra special. It was tapioca.

Harry was the last to receive his since he liked to sit in the back by the air conditioner. Ron ate his within three seconds and Hermione was scolding him of his still ludicrous eating habits.

"Honestly, Ronald! You'd think after all this time-"

"Ah, will you shut up?"

"I will not- How dare you!"

*bickerbickerbicker*

Harry sighed tuning them out and was about to get a bite of his pudding when-

"Potter!"

"Whaaaat?" Harry asked angrily.

"Give me your pudding, Potter!" Malfoy demanded.

"No! This is my pudding! Go get your own!"

"I want yours. Give it here." Malfoy said as if it were expected.

"No."

"Crabbe!" Malfoy turned around with one hand on his cane and the other supporting his back, "Tell Potter to give me his pudding!"

"I'm watching the telly! Leave me alone!"

"Arghh! Goyle!" Malfoy turned slightly and saw that the fat oaf that was Goyle was asleep in his chair, his pudding all over his chest.

"What'cha gunna do, Malfoy?" Harry asked teasingly putting a spoonful of pudding up to his mouth.

Malfoy began to ponder what he was going to do and reinforced his hand on hip stance.

"I'm going to challenge you, Potter."

"What?" Harry asked, the spoon moving away from his face slightly.

"Wheelchair race!" Malfoy said triumphantly with his now wrinkly smirk.

"What the hell! Really? That's so… juvenile!"

"Yes, but they've taken our wands and no brooms, so… Wheelchair race!"

Harry sighed and set the pudding on a small in table by his bed then got up. He grabbed his walker and scooted over by Malfoy with encouraging claps and cheers from a few patrons.

Eventually, they both made it to the other side of the room where the wheelchairs were. The small crowd of people around them made an isle for them to go through and they set up the chairs.

"Okay, on the count of three," Pansy said, "One, two… three!"

And they were off down the hallway, zooming past a closed healer quarters' door, which was thankfully occupied with every healer at the moment.

"Ha! See ya scar head!" Malfoy laughed as he zoomed past Harry.

"Not in your life!"

Harry then used all his strength to go the extra bit to, at last minute, win the race.

"Harry wins!" Neville called to the crowd.

"Yay!" Most of the people called.

"What? What's happening?" Voldemort said startled as he awoke from slumber.

"Harry's won the pudding off Malfoy." A very grumpy looking Severus Snape said as he set his empty pudding cup on the counter beside him.

"Again? When is Malfoy going to learn? He just can't wheel like he used to."

"What?" Luscious Malfoy asked, rolling over in his wheel chair at the utterance of his name.

"Not you, Draco. We were discussing Potter's winning of the pudding cup."

"This place is so stupid."

"My father will hear about this!" Draco's voice drawled, interrupting the angery thoughts of the Dark Lord, the Half-Blood Prince and the Luscious Mouthful.

"Oh, Merlin." Luscious sighed as he wheeled over to where his son was, "Draco. What is it?"

"Father! Potter won the pudding!"

"Draco- this is so not how I raised you. Just go flirt with Pansy and get some off her."

"But- it's not the same, father! She's a harlot."

"Fucking- here! Take mine!"

"No!"

"Draco! I will ground from existing it you don't stop whining this second!"

"I-… fine." Draco sighed as he walked back to his bedroom.

Harry smirked and ate his pudding.

I plan on writing more of these just to get my mind straight on my stories... I need to work on those... Hope you liked this one!