Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters, just a strange sense of humour.
"Of all the bloody things he could send me to get..." Anthony Goldstein muttered, a frown etched on his face.
For the past week or so, his boyfriend hadn't been feeling very well. Every time he stood up, a sudden dizziness had come over him and he had had to sit down again to avoid passing out. Anthony had suggested that he stay in bed and also asked if there was anything he needed. He only had one request, albeit an admittedly strange one.
So now Anthony found himself trudging through Hogsmeade, scowling at all the people he passed. As if it wasn't bad enough that he had to go do this in the first place, it was a Hogsmeade weekend for Hogwarts students, so the streets and shops were packed with happy, noisy young witches and wizards.
"Last time I everdo something for him," He mumbled, shoving a small child out of the way. The child in question glared at him and ran off somewhere- he didn't quite care where.
A little while later, the sign to Honeydukes Sweet Shop came into view. Finally, he had reached his destination. Unfortunately, this was where the crowd was the thickest, and it took him a good ten minutes just to get into the shop. Inside was equally bad. Children of all ages ran around like hooligans from shelf to shelf, grabbing all of the sweets they could get their hands on. Using his height as an advantage, Anthony shoved his way through the crowd towards the 'Unusual Flavours' wall and reached out to grab what he had come to get. The moment his fingers had touched the box of sweets, it was like a wave had gone over the crowd. It started at the children nearest him and quickly spread throughout the rest of the room. By the time he had reached the till, every person in the room was either whispering, shooting glances at him or craning their necks to get a better look. Even the cashier watched him warily. Rolling his eyes, Anthony threw down the correct amount of change and pushed his way out of the shop, ignoring the hundreds of eyes following his every move.
He knew that that was going to happen, of course. He just wasn't expecting it to be that bad. At least he could go home now without any further complications...
"Mommy, that's him!"
... Or not.
At the sound of the child's voice, Anthony looked up. In front of him stood a young boy. He recognised him as the little child who was in his way earlier. Next to him stood a woman, obviously his mother. And she just so happened to look furious.
"How dare you push my child, you monster!" She said, storming towards him.
And then everything went black.
-oOo-
Theodore was curled up in bed, reading, when he heard the front door open. Putting his book down, he clasped his hands over his chest, watching the doorway as Anthony entered the room.
"Merlin, what happened to you?" He asked.
For Anthony had just skulked into the room, shoulders slumped, sporting a black eye.
"Doting mother with a surprisingly strong fist," he grumbled, throwing a box on the bed next to Theodore.
He turned to look at the box of blood-flavoured lollipops and picked it up, eyebrows raised. Anthony had actually bought them? Sure, he had asked him to, but he didn't think he'd actually do it. "Oh... thanks," he said, tossing them sideways, onto his desk.
Anthony looked from the box to Theodore, staring at him with a surprised look on his bruised face. "A-aren't you going to eat any?"
Theodore shook his head. "No. I don't like blood-flavoured lollipops."
"Then why'd you make me get them?"
"Just wanted to see if you'd do it."
... Theodore never saw the stinging hex coming.