Drabble for round 8 of the houses competition for House Ravenclaw!
House: Ravenclaw
Category: Drabble
Prompt: "Can we have pancakes for breakfast?"
Word count: 456
A/N: This is a Muggleverse AU where Lily and James Potter are still alive to care for Harry.
Lily heard the soft footfalls of her son as he raced down the stairs, eager to get to the breakfast table.
She was cooking pancakes, his favourite food, and she knew that, if nothing else, the smell would get him up. Harry hurriedly sat at the table, holding both knife and fork upright in anticipation, a giddy smile on his face.
The early morning sun shone through the windows. James softly padded into the room and wrapped his arms around her.
"Good morning, honey," he said into her ear.
She smiled and muttered a good morning in reply as she focused her attention back on the pancakes.
It hadn't been like that for years now. Not since Harry had been diagnosed with stage three Leukemia. There was little joy to their mornings now; where Harry's unkempt black mane once was, was now scarce of any hair. The childhood delight and gleam in his eyes had been taken from him too early by something they had no control of. It broke Lily's heart.
Still, Harry had defeated the odds; they caught the cancer before it progressed into stage four and while still serious, the chemotherapy was helping. However, it wasn't without side effects, Harry often suffered extreme pain, fatigue, and nausea after treatment, throwing up any food he consumed and suffered many other complaints. He had lost weight and skin colour, seeming like a ghost of his former self. Many a night, James would hold Lily in a tight embrace as she wept after confessing her concerns that they, as parents, would outlive their son.
It went on like this for months, although, it felt more like years.
It had been a couple of days since a routine check-up when they got the latest results of the scans through the door. Lily picked up the post as it arrived early Friday morning, whilst the other two in the house slept soundlessly.
She noticed a letter from the NHS and tore it open.
It read:
Dear the parent/carer of Harry James Potter
I am writing to discuss with you the results of the routine check-up on the state of your son's Leukemia diagnosis. I am delighted to inform you that your son has progressed into complete remission. I have no other words other than to describe it as a miracle.
Of course, we will need to run further tests to make sure on the results and as to why your son recovered so well."
The rest of the letter blurred into one as Lily's eyes filled up with tears of joy.
It was at this moment that young Harry Potter himself, groggily rubbing his eyes under his glasses, trotted down the stairs in a set of Dinosaur pyjamas and asked, "Mummy, can we have pancakes for breakfast?"