This is for Kamerreon's Drabble Challenge — a drabble a day until my imagination dies.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Treats
"Ah, sit down, Harry, sit down."
Harry smiled as he obeyed, sitting across from the headmaster. The man was smiling as always, his bright robes hurting Harry's eyes.
"Hello, professor," Harry said. "You wanted to see me?"
"Yes, yes," Dumbledore smiled as he offered his a small bowl of lemon drops. "Lemon Drop?"
Harry sighed, closing his eyes briefly.
"Sir, does anyone ever accept those?" he asked in a serious voice. "Honestly, you offer them to everyone who enters, does anyone ever eat them?"
"Sadly, no," Dumbledore admitted. "I am waiting for the day when someone does. It is one of my dreams."
Taking pity on the simple, eccentric man, Harry reached out and took a drop. He smiled at the ecstatic look on Dumbledore's face as he popped the sweet into his mouth, sucking hard.
Harry's eyes bulged before glazing over. Colours burst all over his vision, the room spinning them together. Dumbledore was speaking, but the only sound Harry could hear was a high-pitched screeching. The colours seemed to jump in time to the sound waves, before they began to flash from one shade to the other. Harry's head lolled on his shoulder and he found himself looking at Fawkes, who seemed to be dancing on his perch. The whole sound and sight symphony was complimented by the incredible feeling of bliss running through him. It started as a warm feeling in his stomach before it spread to every inch of his body, as though he were wrapped head-to-toe in a large blanket.
"Harry!"
Harry took a great shuddering breath, his eyes staring up at Dumbledore in shock. The man was smiling in a knowing way, his eyebrows raised.
"How was it?" he asked. Harry straightened taking a deep breath as he rolled the candy onto his tongue.
"In a word, Professor? Holy-fucking-shit!"
And Harry sucked again.