Chapter 1 : Cookies X Robes X Drama queen
Harry Potter loved lots of things in the world, he loved the garden and the flowers, he loved the animals, he loved sweets and cakes, he loved the color green and red, blue, and all the colours, except maybe pink. But what he loved the most was his family, he loved his mommy, hi daddy, his paddy, his uncle moony, his grandpa Charlus, his aunt Alice, his uncle Frank, his friend Neville, but his favorite person was his grandma.
Grandma's name was Dorea, she wasn't pretty like momma, she was pretty in her own way. Grandma wasn't someone you wanted to argue with, she was kind but firm, sometimes arrogant, overprotective, but she loved Harry. Harry loved his grandma the most, because she never left him alone. His mommy work for the people who shouldn't speak, or so she said. His daddy and paddy worked to catch evil people. His moony was busy, he was a teacher and had lots of children to take care of. Harry didn't understand grandpa's job, he had to go meet lots of men and speak about things children don't like to speak about. Harry was nearly four, he was a big boy, but even he didn't understand his grandpa's job.
Grandma's job was easier. She took care of Harry. She always played with him, she baked him cookies, of course they were never successful, and in the end they had to ask the elves to do it for them, but it was fun. She always read to him, this last year she also helped him to learn how to write and read on his own. Grandma said that Harry was getting bigger and had to know more about the world. She taught him etiquette, it was so hard, but his grandma was always helpful.
"- Harry!"
"- Grandma! I'm here!"
"- My grandson is so cute! Come, we'll try to bake cookies again, this time we will succeed!"
"- Yay! We will succeed !"
"- Spoken like a Black."
Grandma loved to say Harry was a Black, like her and paddy. Harry didn't understand, but he thought she meant about his hair, Paddy and him had the same colours. Jet black, said his daddy. When Grandma was little like Harry, she had the same colour.
Harry may be a little boy, but he loved lots of things in the world. One day he'll be as big as his family and would make them all proud.
Draco Malfoy was the proud son of his parents, Lucius and Narcissa. He was their world, and they were right, thought Draco. He was more beautiful than an angel ! He had his father's light blond hair, stormy grey eyes, both of his parents were beautiful, of course he would be perfect like them! Draco was loved by everyone, his godfather Sev, uncle Reggie, and of course grandmother Druella and grandfather Cygnus. His most favorite person was his mother (he didn't say this because it could hurt father), she was kind, and always hugged him and kissed him, she gave him everything. He loved his father, he was so cool! He could hide his emotions, and looked so regal! One day Draco will be just like his father! He'll be perfect.
"- Ouch!"
"- Did I hurt you little dragon?"
Narcissa fretted over her boy. He was her only child since she could have no other children, of course she knew she was spoiling him, but he was her only treasure. She was dressing him up to see which clothes would be better to present him to the Black's banquet. The banquet was going to be held at Black Manor, which belong to Arcturus, they will present the Black's children.
After Sirus's announcement, so much had changed. Arcturus had decided that Toujours Pure would not represent blood purity, it would stand for their ideas, to stay true to their family, to their legacy, in their mindset, to do what they wanted. Changing the interpretation brought other changes to the family. Andromeda was welcomed back to the family, as was Marius Black, but the man was never found.
"- This one is perfect !" said Narcissa.
She had bought more than ten robes for her son, but this one was perfect, it was the prettiest pale blue she had ever seen.
Lily hummed as she put her hair in a high chignon, letting some curls cupping her face. Perfect, thought the auburn haired girl. James sighed.
"- James, will you please stop sighing?"
"-I'm worried Lily."
This time, it was Lily, who sighed. She loved James but the man was such a drama queen. He didn't want to go to a stuck-up pureblood party, she didn't want to go either, it was not like they had a choice, it was their duty, that's why Lily Potter née Evans will not make a fuss.
"- Wait, where is Harry?"
James started to run toward the door waking the dead while screaming the name of his son. Lily took her wand and froze James.
"- He's with your mother remember? We're going to see them directly at the party. Finite."
"- GASP! I forgot to tell mother about the party."
There was a minute of silence.
"- James. I'm going to kill you."
James started to run and Lily followed him in heels. James arrived near the floo network and stopped.
"- Lily we can still call them."
Lily decided to punish her husband later.
"- What are you waiting for? Call her." she started to tap her feet.
"-Yes ma'am!"
This is, how the Potter family was late, again, to a party.
