Empty Jaded Emerald Eyes

Chapter 9

Wakening Up In Yet Another Room


Harry again woke up in a strange room, he groaned when he remembered what happened. He could hardly believe he had asked Severus to take him somewhere else. But, then again, he was glad to be away from them. But, he was still going to give them all a piece of his mind as soon as he could. No doubt about that, and he was going to enjoy it. Feeling to hot he shoved the covers of himself, before trying to get out of the bed. Standing on shaky legs he walked to the bath room, that itself seemed to have exhausted him completely. He tried to move his legs again; they didn't seem to want to comply. Just then Severus walked into the room, his arms full of potions. Seeing Harry, he rolled his eyes, knowing he could not get Harry to stay in bed for even a minute. Putting the potions down, he went over and helped Harry to bed, knowing Harry would want to walk himself he just supported him. He didn't want to think what Harry would say if he lifted him, he knew Harry would not be a happy camper if he did.

"Should have known I couldn't keep you in bed for an extra minute." stated Severus. Helping Harry back to bed, just then a house elf popped in and put a tray on the bottom of the bed. Severus then gave the house elf a nod; she nodded before popping out again. He didn't want to scare Harry to much, and thanking the house elf was one way to freak him. He wanted Harry to get to know him first, he really did.

Severus sat the bowl with the tray under it, on Harry's knees. Who in turn stared at the thing as if it were disgusting, Severus frowned. Didn't he like stoves? Or something, if that face was anything to go by, Severus thought perhaps he hates it.

"Don't you like it?" asked Severus. He would just have to get something else for the child if he didn't want it.

"What is it?" asked Harry. Looking at the brown soupy stuff that had brown bits floating around in it, did the man really expect him to eat that? There was no way in hell he was eating that.

"You've never had stoves?" asked Severus. He was horrified that the child had never tasted it. It had been his favourite winter food; his mother had made it all the time. And he had passed the love of it on to Lily; she had loved it so much she had asked for the recipe.

"No, what is it?" asked Harry. Wondering why the man was so horrified that he had never had it before. It was after all, only food. Good job he didn't say it aloud, or he would have shocked Severus. He really did love his stoves, his house elves made them now. They of course were nothing like mothers, but at least they were better than his attempts to make them. No one could make stoves like his mother, and he knew that now.

"Its sausage and potatoes cut up and put in a soup. With gravy all over them and onions too, it used to be mine and your mum's favourite they are called Stoves mostly" said Severus with a small smile. Remembering the time, Lily had come over just to get his mothers cooking. Life had been simple then, until he had taken that darn mark. He knew of course that it would be something he would always regret. Problem was he still could not come up with a reason he took it in the first place. He had nothing against Muggleborns; after all he had loved one.

"My mum?" asked Harry looking at Severus, everyone mentioned his dad but they had never said anything about his mother. Apart from that he had her eyes, he knew nothing. He of course had just learned something new, looking at the food. He picked up his spoon before scooping some up, blowing it to cool it down, before he ate it.

He moaned as soon as the taste hit his tongue, god it was amazing, was all Harry could think. For some reason he could not stop eating it, it was the best food he had ever tasted. Even better than the Hogwarts foods, something he had never seen happening. What he never realized was that Lily had made stoves a lot when she was pregnant, wanting something to do with her hands.

"I take it you liked it?" asked Severus, it was amusing to see Lily's son react exactly the same way she had. And probably for the first time, he began seeing all of Lily in Harry for the first time. Apart from the eyes, he had always had a hard time looking into those eyes. Especially seeing the hurt and confusion those eyes, Lily's eyes, someone he loved.

"Yes, it was delicious!" said Harry, blushing when he realized how enthusiastic he was being. He had never felt like that before, he had never been allowed food before. Well at Hogwarts yes, but he was lucky if his favourite was served 10 times in a year.

His favourite was steak pie, with potatoes that are steamed. And he also loved strawberry tart, and ice cream of any kind. But vanilla was the only kind served at Hogwarts, occasionally strawberry and chocolate but not often. Dobby knew what he liked and made sure it was cooked more often that year, he had smiled when that had happened. A smile that no one was able to bring out in Harry, not even his supposed 'best friends',

Dobby unlike everyone else, asked Harry what he had wanted. Of course when he came down to the kitchens, which had been more often over the whole of his forth year. It had been a tough year for him trying to prepare for the tournament.

To some of them, Harry supposedly killing his guardians had not came as too much of a shock, to any of them. That was when they were out for blood; to them they had done a lot for Harry. They completely forgot it was Harry who was the saviour not them. They don't even think that Harry is a human just like everyone else. Or that he was just a boy, with far too many expectations carried on his shoulders. They don't think that perhaps Harry was human and not some god that's undefeatable.

That was something that Harry really hated, being thought of and looked at like a god. And he also hated being told what to do, and were go to. He knew it was better if he just did what he was told, if he could have he would have ran from home. Going to Hogwarts and then being forced back to the Dursley's and treated like a slave. It was probably why he got on so well with Dobby - Harry knew what it felt like.

It was obvious from the moment he entered Hogwarts that Dumbledore knew. Actually it was before he entered Hogwarts, when he got his Hogwarts letter. If he had seen someone with the address cupboard under the stairs, he would have gone to check on the said person. Also it was obvious if he had loved his relatives would he ask to go somewhere else every year? But he had given the headmaster the benefit of the doubt and he had betrayed him. By thinking him guilty of killing his family, it was just proof that he only thought Harry as a pawn in his chess pieces, Dumbledore was the king. If he died everyone would panic and game over! Harry was a pawn but had a very important part in the war that no one knows about.


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