Something smelt wonderful in this small, little corner of the room with the plants. The area around Harry was full of shrubs and little trees. There were flowers and sometimes little rain storms would occur above the plants. They surrounded his little body almost hiding him entirely from view. The only sounds were that of Aunt Min's conversation with the nice flower lady Pom'na and that of the various plants' movements in their environment. Harry had stood with them eating the scones on his little plate before he decided to go adventure. This is how he found himself in this little corner here.

The thing smelled divine. It was all of Harry's favorite scents bundled into one, just in this little corner. It reminded him of the special hot chocolate, Aunt Min and teddy. He could smell his mummy and daddy and Mooney. It was the best smell.

Harry walked over to what seemed to be a stout red plant. Or at least that's what Harry assumed, seeing as it looked like this room only had plants and the occasional chair and table. He reached out to touch one of its huge petals and the leaf curled slightly over his little hand making the tot giggle. He leaned up on his tippy-toes trying to see inside the hole at the top of the plant but he was just a little too short.

So instead he continued petting the plant, feeling it's rough petals and leaves and waited for Aunt Min to finish.
Sometime later, as he was dozing near the base of the plant, he heard the two women walking up to the plant and his little corner. Aunt Min leaned down, crouching to be somewhat on Harry's level.

"What do you have here?" She asked.

Harry looked back over to the plant which was stroking his hair gently. "Ss'my friend. Smell best" he explained to Minerva, petting one of the petals back.

"Oh, I'm glad you could make a new friend." She paused, "Maybe we can visit again some day? Right now we need to get going, it's almost dinner time." She explained.

Harry looked pensively at the plant and then stroked his hand again down the petal before reaching his hands up towards Minerva. "Up, peese."

Minerva picked him up and the wished Pomona a good evening. Harry laid his head on Aunt Min's shoulder and gave a wave goodbye to the plant.

The plant reached out one of its leaves and gave an enthusiastic wave back.

A/n:

The plant is a real plant called the Rafflesia. It is an Amazonian plant of I'm not mistaken and smells like a rotting corpse. However, in this story the Rafflesia is a magical plant which has adapted to the ramped deforestation of the 20th and 21st century by gaining a horrendous smell to ward off predators. It smells better to magical because it feeds off magic. So in a non-magical enviroment the plant smells awful and is only pollenated by flies that happen to land on it. In a magical one it still needs to be pollen tate however it also feeds o magic which gives it's movement abalities. This is not entirely uncomon. Many plants that achieve movement needs enviroment with high concentrations of magic to do so. This can be seen by the Venus Fly Trap or the Common Fern.

Find a picture and muggle explanation of the Rafflesia here: lizwason. wordpress 2013/04/22/hugabug-12-carrion-flowers/

Also, Minerva was more cautious in confronting Harry this time because he is getting more willful. The takes place right at the cusp of May and June. So Harry is about 20 months old and approaching the terrible twos. However, today is a somber day, as it's the an never say of Minerva's husbands death and so she would like very much to avoid a tantrum.

Next chapter maybe will be a continuation of this day.