Authors note: This chapter is... meh.
It's not great but I needed to add it so that I can do the next chapter.
Have a good time reading! I don't own The Harry Potter books.
Harry stood up and slowly made his way down stairs.
He reached the bottom of the stairs to find an excited looking Sirius Black grinning at him.
"What've you done?" Harry asked making his godfather frown.
"I didn't do anything."
Harry raised an eyebrow.
"I didn't!" Sirius said defensively, "I just made you some lunch!"
Harry continued to look at his godfather suspiciously while walking over to a small table.
He looked down at the plate grimacing.
"You call this lunch?" He asked looking back up at his godfather.
"In my defence; the only thing we have is bread and fish in this house!"
Harry looked back down at the plate warily.
He poked the mushy mess with a spoon before gagging.
"You haven't even tasted it! It might taste good."
Harry's gagging soon turned into a coughing fit after smelling the horrid mush.
Sirius picked up the plate and sniffed it before making a face which he quickly covered up, "It smells good." He stated.
"Eat it then." Harry folded his arms.
Sirius looked down at the mush, back at Harry, then down at the plate again a grimace on his face.
"I'll cook." Harry told him walking over to the cupboard.
"Good, good, it was just a joke." Sirius told him quickly.
"Sure it was." Harry snorted.