(I don't own Harry Potter or its characters, only this fanfiction's plot)
Harry groaned when his Uncle shook him awake the next day. It was much too early to be alive!
Sitting up, Harry managed a grumpy pout as his Uncle waved his wand and tapped his scar away. The man again neglected to repeat the process with his friends, who all lacked a mark.
Rubbing his forehead, Harry slipped out of bed and followed his Uncle Iggy down the hall. In the kitchen, his Aunt was reading the prophet, while Poppy was making some breakfast.
Looking up, Lucretia smiled upon seeing her nephew's messy hair. "Someone's up early."
"Uncle Iggy woke me up.." Harry moaned, slumping into a chair across from her. "Why is Poppy cooking?"
"Because I ordered her to," Lucretia replied, flipping through the paper.
"Daddy doesn't have Kreacher cook for us."
"Your daddy is a very paranoid man," His Aunt said with a laugh. "Honestly, he'd be suspicious of a pin if it weren't tacked on all the way."
Harry didn't quite know what 'paranoid' meant, but he supposed it didn't matter. His daddy likes to cook, and Kreacher didn't like doing anything for his daddy anyways.
Draco soon shuffled quietly in, looking dead on his feet. Ceres and Nott trotted behind him, looking like cheerfully annoying morning people.
"Morning, Hades!" Ceres chirped, saddling up beside him. "Sleep well?"
"I wish I could curse you and everyone like you." Harry grouched. He looked all the more murderous at the laugh his very serious threat earned.
"He's just jealous is all," Nott said, taking a seat beside a gently dozing Draco.
Harry's face reddened. "As if!"
"It's true," Nott smirked. "My father says it's the source behind all hostility. Which is why your father hates mine so much."
Harry stood up in his chair, pointing indignantly at Nott as he yelled. "Like my father would ever be jealous of yours!"
Nott leaned on the table, smirking. "You Blacks just can't handle being wrong, can you?"
"Now now," Lucretia said, stopping a screaming match in the making. "Be nice, your parents will be here soon and I hardly wish for them to find you behaving poorly."
Harry sat down with a huff. He glared at Nott from across the table. What a jerk!
It wasn't long before everyone was up, had eaten breakfast, and were dressed in high-quality casual play robes. The rest of the morning was spent in an impromptu chess tournament. Currently, they were at the tail end of the last game, the finalists being Ronnie and Daphne.
The blonde girl stuck her tongue out as she considered her next orders. Ronnie looked a bit impatient.
"Bishop, I want you to move here," She decided, the bishop taking Ronnie's Rook.
"Ugh.." Ronnie groaned. "Okay, Horsie, I want you to move here.. Here.. And, yeah, that's it."
Just a few moves later, Ronnie's Knight had taken both of Daphne's bishop's and Knight's, and ultimately killed her king.
"What!?" She exclaimed, blue eyes wide.
"I told you," Ceres grinned. "He's unstoppable."
Ronnie flushed, though looked rather pleased. "I just play a lot, is all."
"I should ask my daddy for a chess set," Harry thought aloud. "Then I can beat you next time."
"You're on!"
Pansy rolled her eyes, flopping down besides Daphne. "Whatever, I'd rather bully my brother into playing hide and seek."
Ronnie frowned. "I'd try, but Freddie and George aren't very nice.. And Percy won't play."
"Didn't Ceres say you had like.. Ten brothers?" Blaise asked, sitting on the floor beside Ronnie.
"Five," Ronnie corrected. "And it doesn't matter much when two of them are always gone."
"Are they grown ups?" Harry asked.
"Worse, they're at Hogwarts."
Draco frowned. "But that's a good thing, it means they're wizards."
"Yeah, but I never see them," Ronnie whined. "At least if they were grown-ups they could visit."
Pansy nodded. "That's why Papa waited til Patty was out of school to have me, so we could spend lots of time together."
"Well, anyways." Vinnie said. "Wanna play hide and seek?"
The kids all murmured mutual agreements, Greg being delegated to the first seeker.
Sirius strode out of the floo, heading to the Prewetts receiving room much like he usually did when he visited. The room was less extravagant than the Malfoy's, but only slightly so. Big, golden hippogriffs decorated the pillars of white quartz, drawing attention to the similarly colored furniture.
Lucius popped in a minute later, obviously deciding he'd savor apparation so long as he were able to use it. Narcissa was still down with the flu, apparently.
"Sirius," He nodded, taking a seat beside him on the couch. "I trust you got home alright last night?"
"No, I gave up half-way and slept on a park bench."
Scowling, Lucius playfully hit him with his paper, wagging it in his cousin's grinning face. "Not funny."
Adjusting his glasses, Sirius grinned widened. "Aw, you worried about little ole me?"
"You're such a child sometimes!"
"Perhaps," Sirius snatched the paper from his cousin-in-law. Looking back over at Lucius, the corners of his lips quirked up in a smirk. "Or you're just a grouch."
Scoffing, Lucius tried his best to still look displeased as he read the paper over his irritating cousin's shoulder.
"Black, Malfoy." Crabbe announced a few moments later, dusting herself off as she stepped out of the fireplace. Her blue eyes taking in the two men briefly before she made her way over to an empty loveseat.
"Crabbe," Sirius nodded. "Picking both boys up or will we be seeing Goyle today?"
She sighed. "You know how he is, he'd complain for the rest of his life if I didn't go ahead and collect Gregory."
"'And it's not worth the argument'." Nott mocked, stepping up beside her. "Well, I suppose you don't look too horribly hungover, Crabbe."
"I can make you feel as though you are, Dorius."
"Oh, but where is that fire when your brother-in-law is around, hm?" Nott smirked. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you liked submitting to him."
Sirius tried to hide his enjoyment at watching Crabbe use the knee-cap breaking curse on Nott. Though, his screaming did make it a bit hard on the ears.
"Anyways," Crabbe said, shoving her wand back up her sleeve. "Are you two picking anyone else up?"
"I'll be getting Blaise," Lucius answered. "His mother had to go to the Italian ministry about his last stepfather's will."
"Just Hades for me," Sirius replied. "Parkinson might collect Daphne for the Greengrasses, I suppose."
"Which one still begs the question, Black." A gruff voice called, which belonged to a well-built man with a strong chin. Patrick Parkinson.
"Word is that your father is in Venice, so it isn't that hard to figure it out."
Parkinson rolled his eyes, "Zabini is such a loose-lipped bitch."
"True, though I actually heard it from your little sister." Sirius smile softened, "We still on for the fourth?"
"Of course, you're still on snack detail though."
"Damnit."
On the floor, Nott moaned quietly.
Harry's eyes lit up when he spotted his father. Running first to give Sirius a hug, before switching to his Uncle Lucy once Draco was done with him.
"CeCe said you killed a dragon!" He exclaimed. "Is that true?"
Draco's eyes widened before turning back to his father, nodding. "He showed us the tooth and everything!"
"Erm," Lucius puffed himself up. "Of course I did, remember the limp I had for the rest of that day?"
The kids ate it up. Sirius gave Lucius a vaguely amused look; the big fat liar had been limping because he'd tripped and fallen over a tree root.
After letting Harry bid Ceres and all his little friends' goodbye (and a reluctant handshake with Nott's brat) Sirius bribed him into jumping into the floo, and finally, they were home.
Harry scowled as he let his daddy vanish the soot away. "Can I have my brownie now?"
Sirius smiled, nodding as he made his way out of the den and into the kitchen, Harry following closely behind.
Opening the fridge, Sirius asked, "Did you have fun?"
"Yeah," Harry replied, climbing up on his chair. "We played catch the snitch, tag, had an adventure or two, and hide and seek.. Oh! And had a chess tournament before you got us!"
"I'm glad you enjoyed yourselves," Sirius said whilst handing Harry his treat. "I trust you didn't get into too much trouble?"
Harry vehemently shook his head as he bit into his brownie before a more pensive look washed over his features.
Sirius cocked his head to the side, before mockingly asking. "Oh no, you didn't break something, did you?"
"Am I pureblood?" Harry asked, which washed the playful smile off of Sirius's face.
Harry's home but not without questions, how will Sirius handle them?
I hope you enjoyed this chapter :) I hope everyone is getting along alright and are staying healthy during the pandemic, or at the very least this chapter helped take the edge off. Let me know what you think, like, and share with your friends!
