Decided to take this story back up, sorry it took so long, I have school.
I don't own Harry Potter, other wise Albus would not have been headmaster (we all know that title belongs to a certainly catty women)
Anyways enjoy!
Sabine's POV
God damn this women can cook I thought as i dug into the pile of plump warm pancakes sitting before me.
We'd been staying at the burrow for a a day or two now, mr. And Ms. Weasley absolutely delighted to have us.
Thankfully, they didn't ask to many questions, welcoming us with open arms.
Ron and Ginny had been especially ecstatic, eminently taking the duo to explore the orchard and play in their rooms.
I slept with Tonks in the attic, there being no where else appropriate to stay (Molly may be sweet, but she wasn't stupid, she had 7 kids for god sake!).
I didn't mind so much, it was Nymphadora-sorry, Tonks, who had the big issue.
She went out of her way to ignore me, every once and a while I'd catch her staring, just staring. She'd start fights too, purposely annoying me into screaming matches.
After a few hours, she'd started putting silencing wards on the door.
It was like she liked seeing me angry, like it was fucking amusing.
That's when it hit me.
Like and anvil straight on my plate.
She was fucking baiting me, trying to get a raise.
Oh, it's on.
I munched on my pancakes as I devised my revenge, watching out of the corner of my eye as of the twin boys kept passing Athena more bacon when he thought no one was looking.
But seriously, this is the best food I'd ever had.
Sure, I could cook. I was the one who'd kept us alive (Reggie being the shut in rich kid never got the chance) all those years.
Remus could too, though his food tended to be on the heavier side. Thick stews and creamy potatoes filled the kitchen when it was his turn to cook.
Sirius cooked a bit, mainly lunches and occasional breakfast. I'd suspected he knew more at some point, Azkaban sucking it away, but I didn't ask.
Even my mother, who filled her dishes with the warm Caribbean flavors of her home land, never made pancakes this good.
I missed her, even if she didn't approve of me, of who I was.
"'Scue me, miss Sabine?" Asked a small voice beside me, snapping me out of my thoughts.
It was Ron, the youngest little boy. He looked nervous, sucking on his thumb and fidgeting with the small toy train I'd seen him carry around.
"Yes, Ron?" I replied.
He seemed genuinely surprised that I remembered his name, eyes widening in delight and cheek's flushing.
"I was wodwering if you could pass ta jam."
He was shy, a lot like Harry in my opinion, though from what I'd seen, he was also stubborn as a mule.
Speaking of Harry, I'd never seen the boy so happy. He and Ron seemed to be attached by the hip, you'd never see one without the other.
The only reason Harry wasn't here now was because it was the twins turn to de-gnome the garden (what ever that meant). He'd followed them, utterly fascinated, not to long ago.
I smiled down at the little red head. "Sure, would you like to come sit with me?"
He looked delighted, which squeezed my heart a bit. I could tell his parents didn't spend much time with him, not with all his other siblings.
I helped him up into his chair, handing him the plate of toast and the jam, then went back to my own food.
Looking over, I noticed him staring down at the plate in morbid fascination.
"What's wrong?" I asked, still chewing a bit of pancake.
He blinked, turning bright red and murmuring something under his breath.
"What?"
"I don't know how." He blurted out, eyes never leaving the table.
I blinked too, it hadn't accrued to me he might not know. I'd taught Athena a few years ago and even Harry knew how to spread jam.
"Um... right. You want me to do it?" I quirked, going to grab the jam from him.
"But I should know, shouldn't I?" He mumbled, looking ashamed.
"Ah..." I didn't quite know how to respond to that. Neither Harry nor Athena had ever really been ashamed of something, Reggie only ever when it was deserved.
"Mum is supposed to teach me like she teached Fwed and George, but she never has time." He continued, bottom lip quivering.
This poor little boy
"You see, she go all us kids. Sometime she forgets bout me, you know."
"But she said onwe big boys spwed their own jam. Am I not a big boy?" He was tearing up now, eyes cast away in shame.
The pancakes miss Weasley made suddenly felt like bricks in my stomach.
"I'll teach you." I spoke in a quiet, gentle tone. The kid I used when I woke Athena from her nightmares.
He looked up in surprise.
"You will?!" He asked in gleeful disbelief.
"Yes." I hummed, showing him how to hold the butter knife and smear thick strawberry jam over the toast.
He smiled triumphantly as he took the first bit, quickly scarfing it down as I eat another pancake.
Still hungry, I grabbed another pancake, much to Ron's amazement.
"You get seconds?" He asked in awe.
I looked at him, concerned as I asked. "What do you mean?"
"Well-" he trailed off looking out the window to watch his mother tending to the chickens.
"Sometimes I ask for more, but mum gets distracted so..." my eye twitched slightly at his words.
I'm talking to bill about this, how could a mother forget about feeding her child?
"Listen Ron, I'm going to tell you some really important stuff, okay?" I asked, leaning down to his level.
"If you want food, go get some food. Eat as much as you want because you can't wait for your mum anymore. Your a big boy, remember?"
He nodded very seriously, siting up a bit straighter and hesitantly took another piece of toast.
We finished our breakfast with quiet chitchat, Ron jumping up to find Harry when he finished his food.
I gathered our plates, so lost in thought I completely missed the person standing in the door way.
"That was I really nice thing you did there." Interjected Tonks, making me jump slightly.
I stiffened, wondering what she was up to.
"Thanks." I answered cautiously, eyeing her.
She smirked at this, then turned on her heel and left.
I watched after her in confusion.
Okay, Tonks-1, Sabine-0.
Done, hope y'all enjoy. Send comments ya fools!