A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Auction Day 12- Helping out an elderly/disabled neighbour.

Word Count: 397

The house was full of cats. That was the first thing Harry saw, cats. There were cats sitting on the chairs, there were cats sitting on the floor, and there were cats sitting on the table.

"There you are, great. I talked to your aunt, she said you're going to be staying here for a bit. No worries, now where did I put my glasses?" Mrs. Figg asked. She was sitting on the sofa, her broken leg elevated slightly. Harry felt sorry for her, she couldn't walk well normally, but now she was completely dependent on her walker. He'd seen her shuffling to get the post.

Harry looked around, trying to see past all the cats.

"Here they are, Mrs. Figg," he said, handing them to her.

"Great, just great, thank you, Harry. Now, could you give me a hand?"

"What with?" Harry asked. He was used to doing chores, the Dursleys gave him tons.

"I can't do much with my leg like this, and the cats need feeding, and I'm behind on so many things," she said.

"Where's the cat food?" Harry asked.

"In the kitchen, in the pantry on the top shelf. I have to keep it up there because Mr. Tibbles keeps getting into it if it's any lower than that."

Harry nodded. He found the large bag of food, the bowls were sitting on the floor. Carefully he filled each one. There was a large water dispenser sitting next to the bowls. It was almost empty. He filled it also.

"Is there anything else I could help you with?" Harry asked, not eager to sit and look at albums filled with more pictures of cats.

"Yes, actually, if you wouldn't mind. I haven't had time to dust or clean in a bit."

"I can do that, and how about after that I make you some lunch?"

"That would be lovely. You might have to run to the market though. I'm afraid the fridge is pretty empty lately. I've got some money hidden in the can under the sink."

"Alright, let me get on the dusting and then I'll get some food. And, Mrs. Figg,"

"Yes, Harry?"

"Thank you," Harry whispered. "Thank you for convincing Aunt Petunia to let me help you," he finished. Mrs. Figg nodded, glad she'd been able to get Harry away from that toxic house for at least an afternoon.