Groggily, Harry's eyes opened, and he felt...odd. He wasn't in his cupboard, but he also wasn't in Blair's arms...Where was he...?
The little boy sat up, rubbed his eyes, and looked at his surroundings. His eyes widened when he recognized the room.
Dudley's second room.
Harry was terrified. He wasn't supposed to be in here! This was Dudley's room! Oh, he was gonna get hit for sure!
Blair's ears perked up, and she woke to see Harry hyperventilating. Concerned, she immediately leapt towards him and landed snugly in his lap before standing up on her rear legs and placing her paws against his chest. She smiled when Harry almost instantaneously calmed down upon seeing her, and nuzzled his chest.
"What's wrong, there, Pumpkin? Forget I'm here to protect you again?" Her answer came when Harry pulled her into a tight hug, shaking uncontrollably as he held her. The cat's smile faded, and she looked up into the boy's eyes. "Hey...C'mon, Pumpkin. What's the matter?" Harry timidly looked at her.
"Th-This is D-Dudley's room..." He whimpered. Blair smirked.
"Not anymooooore!~" She sang. "The horse gave it to you after I had a few...words with her. It's your room now, Pumpkin." Harry blinked as he stared at the little black cat. His own room...? Then, a small smile graced his features and he nodded in understanding.
"Th-Thank you, B-Blair..." He said softly. The cat smiled back, then stretched her back, leapt off the bed, and transformed to her human form.
"No problem, Pumpkin." She said softly as she pulled him into an embrace. She pulled away and smiled at him. "I know! I'll go make us breakfast! Would you like that?"
"I-I can do it, Blair. You don't have to..." Blair's eyes widened in shock at hearing this.
"They made a five year old COOK...?" She breathed in disbelief. She shook her head, then smiled back at Harry and leaned down so her shoulders were on his bed and her head was resting on her hands. "No way, sweetie." She cooed. "You shouldn't be working near a hot stove. That's a job for a grown-up, like me! You don't worry your cute little head. Just let your auntie Blair do the cooking, 'kay?" Harry stared at her in disbelief. She was offering to take over one of his most dreaded chores...? Smiling again, the upcoming wizard nodded. Blair grinned, grabbed his hand, and led him down the stairs. They entered the dining room, and Blair gently asked Harry to wait at the table, which he did. Then, she turned to the kitchen, and found Petunia. Scowling, she grabbed the back of the horse's blouse and spun her around.
"WHAT?" Petunia growled through gritted teeth.
"You made him COOK?" Blair hissed.
"He had to earn his keep!"
"Little kids don't COOK."
"Little FREAKS cook!" And that is how Petunia found herself sailing out a window.
Shaking her head, Blair opened the fridge, looking for something to cook. "Hmm...Eggs, ham, cheese-OOH, FISH!" Blair excitedly grabbed the fish out from the fridge, and got to cooking.
10 minutes later...
"Breakfast is ready, Pumpkin!" Blair exclaimed as she sauntered into the room, her entire body covered in ashes, a small black blob on a plate in her hands.
"Wh-What is it, Blair...?" Harry asked. Blair smiled.
"It's fish, sweetie. Try some!" and with that, she plopped a burned piece of fish onto the boy's plate. Harry looked at the glob of ash, then at his saviour, who smiled encouragingly. Tentatively, he dug his fork into the fish, scooped up a chunk of it, and popped it into his mouth. It was burnt to a crisp, it tasted like smoke, and it was hard to chew.
To Harry, it was the best thing he ever tasted after years of never being allowed to eat decent food.
"Do you like it, Pumpkin?" Blair asked sweetly. Harry smiled and nodded.
"It's the best thing I've ever eaten..." He admitted shyly. Blair blushed and waved a hand.
"Aw, stop. It can't be THAT good." Then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Dudley snatch the rest of the fish off of Harry's face and pop it into his fat, greedy mouth. He chewed for a moment, then his face contorted in disgust. He turned to Blair and spat the chewed up fish directly into her face.
"EEEEEWWWW! YOU'RE A WORSE COOK THAN THE FREAK OVER THERE!" Blair wiped fish chunks out of her eyes, looked at Dudley with a dangerous level of serenity, and calmly placed another fish on Harry's plate.
"Eat up, Pumpkin. Auntie Blair's got something to take care of." And with that, the young woman turned back into a cat and leapt at the obese boy's face, furiously meowing and hissing as she scratched at him, the chubby child screeching in agony. Petunia had run in at that very moment, and she screamed at the sight of the cat mauling her precious son. Desperately, she tried to pull her off, but Blair was immovable, as she dug her claws deep into Dudley's fat cheeks to maintain her grip. Petunia tugged on Blair's rear legs, Blair held onto her perch, and Dudley tried to move back to help his mother dispatch the cat.
Harry tried to tune out the scene and just innocently ate his fish.