A/N-Hello again everyone! I'm really enjoying writing this story. I hope you guys like it. If it gets too cheesy or something just tell me. THANK YOU TO ALL MY REVEIWERS!!! And Here's The New Chapter…finally.
Chapter 3 - You Just Had a Magical Breakdown You Were Expecting a Fast Recovery?!
Harry stood from his place on the couch and sat next to his uncle. He was now wearing his glasses but his shoes were still in the other room.
"So, are you really not tired or were you just saying that to make me feel better about waking you up?" Jesse asked him. Harry smiled.
"You'll never know, now will you?" Harry replied. Jesse laughed. Harry laughed a bit too before coughing a few times. Jesse looked worried.
"You alright? You aren't coming down with something are you?" He asked his nephew. Harry shook his head and responded that he was fine. Jesse just shrugged to himself and asked if Harry was hungry. Harry shrugged.
"Sort of." He said. Jesse stood and walked to the kitchen part. Harry followed him. Jesse looked through the fridge and cabinets for something to cook. After closing the door of the fridge Harry looked in it also and noticed almost no food whatsoever. However he did locate some eggs and frozen bacon. Breakfast foods. Harry took them out and went in search for a few pans and utensils. Harry turned on the stove and began to cook while Jesse was still searching around for something to eat. Jesse finally turned around and noticed that Harry was cooking.
"Harry." Jesse groaned. "I was going to cook." he whined like a little kid. "Now sit before I make you." Jesse said with mock stern. Harry actually looked frightened for a moment, which confused Jesse, before he understood that his uncle was only joking. Harry stepped aside and allowed Jesse to cook. Harry sat in one of the two chairs at the small table. He smiled as he watched Jesse cook. It was good to know that someone actually cared enough to make food for him.
"Here you go." Jesse said as he piled eggs and bacon onto Harry's plate leaving much less for himself. Harry looked at him confused. Jesse saw his face.
"Something wrong?" Jesse asked him. Harry opened his mouth to say something but just shook his head. Jesse smiled and started on his meager meal while Harry still stared in confusion. 'He looks hungry. Why did he give me most of the food?' Harry thought to himself. He just shrugged to himself and began eating.
When both Harry and Jesse were finished eating they took their plates to the sink. Harry was about to place his plate in the sink when he sneezed loudly and terribly three times. He sneezed so hard that the plate went flying out of his hands and onto the ground, shattering. Harry and Jesse just stood there for a few seconds trying to get their heart rates back to normal when all of a sudden Harry fell to the floor and started picking up the pieces.
"I'm really sorry. It was an accident. I didn't mean to drop it. I'll pay for it and clean up the pieces too. I'm so sorry." Harry was so worried about cleaning up the shattered plate that he didn't even notice when some shards cut his hands. Jesse stunned by Harry's behavior stood there for a few seconds watching him before he tried to stop Harry.
"Harry, it's ok. It's only a plate" Obviously words weren't working because Harry didn't even seam to notice Jesse was talking at all. Jesse grabbed Harry from under his arms and literally picked him up off the floor. Jesse spun him around and noticed that Harry was close to tears but also that he still had the plate shard firmly clasped in his hands. Jesse took out his wand, said a spell and the plate shards disappeared, except the ones imbedded in Harry's hands of course. Jesse sighed. He dragged Harry over to the couch and sat him down.
Jesse kneeled down in front of him with a pair of conjured tweezers and began taking out the glass piece by piece. Harry watched with clouded eyes as Jesse gently took each individual piece of glass out of his hands and put it safely in the change bowl on the coffee table. Because Jesse was horribly awful at healing charms he told Harry to sit tight while he went to get some antibacterial ointment and bandages. While Jesse was off looking for the obviously missing items Harry had time to think about things such as…Why wasn't Jesse mad at him for breaking the plate?, What was with him giving Harry more food?, and why was he being so nice?. Harry definitely wasn't complaining, he was just curious. Even if Jesse was being nice Harry was still worried that he'd be mad at him later when he was no longer injured. These revelations made him more upset which caused the tears in his eyes to overflow. When Jesse returned he set straight to cleaning and bandaging Harry's hands and failed to notice Harry crying. When Jesse finished bandaging Harry's hands he looked up.
"I'm sorry." Harry said again.
"Are you still going on about that plate?" Jesse asked him, just a bit stunned. "Relax, just as you said, it was an accident." Harry didn't seem to be listening. "Come on, stand up." Jesse dragged Harry from the couch and brought him back over to the kitchen area. "What do you see?" Jesse asked him. Harry looked at him, confused. "Does it look there's anything wrong or misplaced?" Jesse continued. Harry just shook his head. "Then what are you worried about?" Jesse asked him. Harry took that moment to suddenly remember what he was worried about and stepped back from his uncle.
"Harry…what…?" Jesse was confused. What was he doing? Jesse took a step towards Harry but Harry took a step back.
"Your mad at me for breaking the plate. I'm really sorry," Harry got so chocked up that he couldn't talk anymore. Jesse walked up to him and kneeled down in front of him. He thought he knew what this was about.
"What do you think I'm going to do?" Jesse asked him. Harry mumbled something about yelling and being hit. Jesse made Harry look at him.
"Harry, listen. Never, no matter what you do, no matter what you break, no matter what kind of trouble you get into, no matter what kind of grades you get, I will never, Never, Never, Never, hit you. Do you believe me?" Harry looked at Jesse and found only trust in the face of his Uncle. He just nodded.
"Alright, good. Now, come on you look tired." Jesse said and led Harry to the guest room again. Before Harry could climb into bed Jesse found him a pair of pajamas so he could be comfortable. Harry got into the soft bed and was about to pull the covers up to him when someone did it for him. Jesse started to tuck him in.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked. He had only been tucked in a few times in his life by Mrs. Weasley and Madame Pompfry but that was it. Jesse gave him a weird look.
"I'm tucking you in. What does it look like?" He told him jokingly. Harry just watched Jesse as he walked around his bed making sure he was snug.
"No one's ever really tucked me in before, 'cept for my friends mom and Mdm Pompfry." Harry told him. Jesse looked at him confused.
"Not even your aunt, when you were younger?" Jesse asked him. Harry shook his head. Jesse just smiled sadly at him before promising himself that he would make up for all those times he wasn't tucked in. His thought were interrupted by Harry going into a coughing fit.
"Hey, you alright?" Jesse said. He walked up to Harry and made him sit up to help his breathing. When Harry finally stopped coughing he was breathing very heavily and his breathing was harsh. Jesse reached up to brush some hair out of Harry's face, as he waited for his breathing to return to normal, and accidentally brushed his forehead.
"My god, Harry, your burning up!" Jesse exclaimed and laid his hand flat on Harry's forehead. "I'll get you some potions." Jesse said. He looked worried. Harry was about to tell him not to worry and to just leave it alone but it came out different.
"Thank you, Uncle Jesse." Jesse just smiled and left the room to get the potions. Harry on the other hand shook himself out of his reverie.
