Disclaimer: I'm too young to be Rowling so there is sadly no way Harry Potter is mine…
Placing: The beginning of sixth year.
Challenge: 'Prompt of the day'. Prompt: (word) swing. Exactly 1079 words text. Gryffindor, Hogwarts.
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PART II: The Scolding
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Harry died.
And then he woke up again on a playground, basically lying face-down in front of the swings.
He spluttered and spat out sand.
"Ew… what the hell…" He mumbled while sitting up, just to get a cuff around the head for his language.
"Harry James Potter!" A female voice reprimanded him furiously. "Language!"
Harry, long since used to being reprimanded by Hermione, reacted instantly.
"Sorry," he said while turning around. "Mum…" he added belatedly when he saw who was in front of him.
The woman stared at him with a not so happy look on her face.
"Er… hi?" Harry added hesitatingly.
His mum's eyes narrowed.
"Hi?" She repeated incredulously. "That's all I get? Hi?!"
"Er…" Harry immediately scrambled to say something else. "How are you?"
His mother narrowed her eyes further.
"How. Are. You?" She repeated slowly, carefully enunciating ever word. "Do you truly think that a sloppy 'hi, mum, how are you?' is going to rescue you from your punishment, young man?"
Harry looked at her in confusion.
"Punishment?" He repeated bewildered. "What punishment?"
His mother stared at him, fury in her eyes.
"You're asking me that?" She cried incredulously. "You're truly asking me that?"
"But I didn't do anything, mum!" Harry objected confused.
As an answer, his mother grabbed his ear and twisted.
"Ow!" Harry complained.
"Don't you ever dare to lie to your mother ever again, young man!" She reprimanded him sharply. "Truly, doing something so reckless and then having the nerve to tell me that you didn't do anything! I raised you better than that!"
"But you didn't raise me!" Harry whined.
His mother just twisted his ear again.
"I raised you for a full year," she said. "Meaning that you had a full year to learn not to act like your father!"
"But Dad was alive back then as well so how -?"
"No!" Lily Potter cried. "Don't you dare to object me! Honestly, son! How could you do that to me?"
"But I didn't do anything to you, mum!" Harry whined.
"There he goes, just agreeing to be murdered by his friends without even trying to find another way to get rid of that thing in his scar and then he tells me he didn't do anything to me! Me! Your poor mother who had to stand by and watch while your friends simply killed you!" Lily cried.
"But Luna said it had to be done!" Harry objected.
"And how old is Luna?" his mother asked coolly.
"Er… fourteen?" Harry asked confused.
"So tell me, why did you think it a good idea to listen to a fourteen year old?" His mother asked with narrowed eyes.
"Er… because she read Dumbledore's diary and watched his memories and Dumbledore thought that it was the only way?" Harry argued.
"Then tell me, son, what reason do you have to believe Dumbledore?" His mother asked with narrowed eyes.
Harry contemplated that earnestly.
"Er…" He said again.
"Maybe you just now remembered that the old goat didn't tell you anything at all this year? That he even hindered you by not telling you about that damn prophecy until after Sirius was gone? That he didn't train you or even tried to work against Voldemort while you were still a little boy?" His mother asked him rhetorically.
"But I already knew better this year!" Harry whined. "With the help of the DA I made sure that I had all the necessary information I could get…"
"Did you?" His mother asked with narrowed eyes. "Just tell me, son, what is the name of the room you were in when you died?"
Harry frowned.
"The Room of Requirement?" He asked confused.
"Good," his mother said. "Now tell me what the name implies?"
"That you can get whatever you… need?" Harry asked hesitatingly, suddenly having an uneasy sense of dread.
"Exactly," his mother said. "Everything you need! And now, my dear son, tell me why you didn't simply ask the room to help you?"
"Er…" Harry shuffled nervously.
"Ah, now you're sorry," his mother said while letting go of his ear and sitting down on a swing. "Now, after doing all the reckless things you're sorry."
Harry looked down on the ground.
His mother sighed.
"Alright," she said. "I guess we go on to the punishment. When we're done you can go back to your friends and your idiotic ideas."
Harry pouted.
"My ideas aren't idiotic," he said petulantly. "They are great! Nobody ever thought of simply stealing everybody's diaries and then proceeded to use the secrets within them to take down a dark lord and…"
"And Dumbledore as well, I hope," his mother said sharply. "Simply for having the idea to kill you he should be taken down – giving you the idea as well is even worse!"
"But it did get rid of the problem!" Harry pouted.
His mother just shook her head and then pointed to the corner of the sand box.
"Stand in the corner and be ashamed of yourself!" She instructed him icily.
"But, mum!" Harry protested.
"No, son!" Lily Potter said heatedly. "Do as I say!"
So Harry went into the corner if the sand box and stared into nothingness.
"Honestly," his mother continued, still sitting on the swing. "What were you thinking, Harry! Your recklessness will one day be the death of you if you continue like that! Life consist of planning ahead, not simply doing something because it's the only thing that comes to your mind just now! Learn to think first before heading into danger! I don't fancy seeing you in the after-life any time soon, do you understand? I don't care what that moron Dumbledore says. You were raised better than that and I forbid you to ever do something so reckless ever again – especially on the advice of a fourteen year old girl!"
Harry felt thoroughly ashamed when he finally returned to the living world.
"We're not doing something like that ever again!" He exclaimed. "Mum scolded me for the entire time I was there because I acted reckless! No! We definitely don't repeat that! I don't care what you say!"
Hermione, Luna and Ron exchanged a glance.
"Don't worry, mate," Ron said in the end. "That was a 'once in a lifetime' I promise."
"Good," Harry nodded.
And with that, he returned to his idiotic, insane, totally reckless plan to bring down a Dark Lord – well, and Dumbledore, he wouldn't want to disappoint his mother after all…
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