Chapter 7: Play
The next day, Harry woke up with a bang. Quite literally - there was a series of crashes from the kitchen. Harry lay there, feeling quite amused.
After the crashing stopped, there followed a tense silence. "Next time, I'll make sure to take out everything else first," came a bemused voice from the kitchen. Harry supposed Sirius had taken something out from a pile in one of the kitchen cupboards - unfortunately, he hadn't taken everything else out first. Harry lay there grinning until Sirius came upstairs. "Hello Harry. I had a bit of an accident, so breakfast will be delayed," he said sitting down on the end of Harry's bed. "What happened?" asked Harry pulling on his socks. "Well, while cooking I had the inspiration of putting everything I needed in an empty frying pan that had been lying on the table, before bringing it over to the stove. But when I then lifted the pan, it was so heavy that it slipped right out of my hand. So now the kitchen floor is covered with broken plates, eggs, marmalade, teabags and milk."
Harry chuckled. Sirius looked at him. "What? It's funny!" Harry said through his laughter. "Anyway", Sirius continued, "I managed to fix the plates, milk bottle, teabag jar and marmalade jar. Unfortunately, I had to vanish all of the eggs, marmalade and teabags. So I'm afraid it's porridge for breakfast." That's okay. I don't mind." Harry really didn't mind what was for breakfast. So long as there was breakfast.
After breakfast, Harry and Sirius sat down in the living room. "So, what would you like to do?" Sirius asked. Harry wasn't sure. He had never had this kind of freedom before. At the Dursleys, Harry had either had school, chores to do, homework or he would be sent to his cupboard - where he would either read a book from the school library or play with his toy soldiers. Harry was both excited and a little scared of the freedom he now had. Here, he had books and toys. Harry thought for a minute, then he had no idea. He just hoped Sirius would like it. Harry threw a cushion at Sirius. "Oh! I see what you're hinting..." Sirius said with a glint in his eye. Harry had never had a pillow fight before. After the one with Sirius, he decided he loved them. It was great fun. In a few minutes, the living room floor was strewn with pillows.
After Sirius and Harry finished the pillow fight, they curled up on the sofa and read some of Harry's books, which were pretty good. First they read 'The Wizard and the Hopping Pot.' Harry found this very funny. Then, they read 'Babbity Rabbity and her Cackling Stump.' This Harry found interesting.
Then, Sirius brought out Harry's crayons. "Would you like to do some drawing, Harry?" asked Sirius showing him the crayon pack. Harry thought about it. He did like drawing. "Will you draw with me, Sirius?" asked Harry. "Well I'm a bit old for it," said Sirius doubtfully. "Please," begged Harry. So Sirius drew alongside him. Harry drew himself and Sirius. Both of them were holding ice creams. Sirius, meanwhile, drew a big black dog. "Wow Harry, that's really nice! What flavour is my ice cream?" said serious looking at Harry's drawing. "Chocolate," said Harry cheerfully. "How did you guess?" asked Sirius, surprised. "I just did."
After lunch, Sirius brought out Harry's toy box. "So harry, what do you want to play with?" asked Sirius. "I'm not sure," said Harry fingering his toys. He decided on the toy Sneakoscope, the toy hippogriff and his toy soldiers. After a good game, in which Sirius proved to be one of the few adults who knew how to play, Harry decided he rather liked living with Sirius. There were no chores to do, he had a room, Harry had toys and most importantly Harry had love.