Obnoxious Relationship
Chapter One
Harry could hear cheering from the crowd below as Alicia scored.
"Yes!" he thought.
Now they had enough points, if he caught the snitch now, they'd win the Quiditch championship. He saw something golden flashing somewhere on the right by the Slytherin's goalpost. He turned on his Firebolt to look more closely and - it was the Snitch! Harry set off as fast as he could, down towards the post. The witches and wizards below gasped as he came nearer and nearer to the post - if he went any further to the right he'd hit it. Then, with a sigh of relief he felt his fingers close on the tiny snitch and pulled his broomstick upwards, his hand with the snitch held up. He could hear the crowd cheering, even the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs were happy about the downfall of Slytherin. Down below Harry could see Ron and Hermione yelling along with the others -
"Wake up, Harry!"
Harry grumbled something into his pillow, trying to hold on to the dream.
"Harry, get up, or I'll make breakfast! Without magic!"
That definitely worked. Last time Sirius had tried to make a meal the muggle way, he had nearly blown up the oven, splattering Harry and him with bits of the cake he had been making. Sirius seemed quite attached to muggle food, he'd even ordered a pizza once, and scared the boy delivering it half to death. Harry couldn't blame him. He probably would have been scared if a man had came to the door, splattered with undefinable bits of stuff making him look like an undead.
"All right, but please don't try to cook. I'd rather not be chased out of the kitchen by flying fried eggs and toast." Harry said sitting up suppressing a yawn. Slowly his eyes focused and he saw an amused Sirius.
"I'm not that bad, am I? No, don't bother answering. Well, if you don't want muggle food I'll make us some wizard's sandwich. There has to be some of those beans up in the attic and there should be some sauce in this house somewhere ...", seeing the look on Harry's face he grinned and said, "you'll see."
With that he strode out of Harry's room and could soon be heard rumaging around in the attic. Frowning slightly about the 'beans' and the 'wizard's sandwich' Harry got up and dressed himself. After that, he went downstairs into the kitchen with a kind of nervous feeling to look what Sirius had made for breakfast.
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In the kitchen a slightly funny picture awaited him. Sirius was busily squirting some sauce out of his wand, which came out very slowly, onto a few, tiny beans, his eyebrows pulled up in concentration. Each bean was lying on a plate. Not wanting to disturb Sirius in whatever he was doing, Harry remained standing in the door, watching. Then as the sauce was about to hit the bean, Sirius was leaning over, Sirius lent back and the bean disappeared in a bang and a lot of smoke, re-appearing much bigger than before, now filling up the whole plate. It had transformed into a sandwich. Sirius, face a bit sooty but satisfied, looked up at Harry, grinning.
"You wanna have a try?", Harry nodded, he couldn't wait, "You just have to imagine your sandwich and then let it flow through your arm into the wand and let it drift out. Like transformation, really, except for the explosion. It's caused by some strange herb in it. Remus found out what it was and never ate one of them again, but it's really tasty."
"Um, Sirius?", Harry said a bit awkwardly.
"Did you know that there's some stuff in this drink you like, what's-it-called, that can melt iron? I don't know what is in this bean, but it definitely tastes better than this stuff of yours. Now I've got it, Coke! Yeah, that's what it's called."
"How d'you know that?"
"I had to work out the ingredients of it once, as a detention in my second year."
Harry would've liked to know what exactly Sirius had done, but he was getting really hungry now, so he just sat down next to him and looked at the bean in front of him.
"Now, what sort of sandwich would I like?", he thought.
In the end he stuck to salami (Author's note: without BSE) with some salad. He tried it then, looking at it a bit distrusting. It was delicious! Harry could've eaten on and on and on, without ever stopping.
"You seem to like it, don't you?" Sirius looked amused as Harry ate it at high speed. Just then an owl flew through the window and landed on the table. Sirius dived for a falling bean so Harry took the letter and gave the owl a bit of his sandwich. It hooted delighted and took off.
Harry looked at the adress.
To Sirius Black
42, Gingerdale Road
Guildford, Surrey
"Sirius? It's for you."
Harry heard an 'ow!' as his godfather banged against the table. Once Sirius had managed to get on his seat again, he opened the letter and read it. Harry saw him go pale and the haunted look he had wore when Harry met him the first time re-appeared.
"What is it, Sirius?", he asked.
"Damn it! Harry, d'you mind getting to the station a little earlier than usual? I've gotta go and see Dumbledore, it's important. There's something big going on. I'm real sorry, but could you get your trunk and stuff? I'll get you to King's Cross by Floo Powder. You'll come out in the station's cafe, okay?
"Okay," Harry sighed and went off to get his trunk. What was all this about?
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Well, that's my first chapter in my very first story. I hope you liked it. The next is going to come soon, it just needs a spell check. What is in the letter and why doesn't Sirius tell Harry what's going on? Why don't you guess? Please R&R. Please? And I'd also love to hear from you per email! Well then, I've gotta get on writing ...
