Pretty Boy
Chapter 6
A Normal…day
Harry shut his door a wide grin splitting his face in two, despite his hands being burdened with six shopping bags full of food. He was in heaven, being able to spend money was rather infectious. Placing the heavy bags on the counter, he began emptying them putting them away in the cupboard, fridge or freezer. He'd even been able to buy fizzy juice and even a carton of orange. Hogwarts offered its students Orange and Pumpkin but the shops didn't offer pumpkin juice.
He didn't know if Severus would be back today or not, so he put on some lunch for just himself. Boiling Asparagus, and baby potatoes with a fresh slab of steak, it sounded mouth wateringly delicious. He'd always been good at cooking, something he'd learned at a young age at the Dursley's. Their bid to crush his spirit completely had ensured Harry could survive on his own. When he'd found out he was magical, he'd so badly wanted to learn magic to punish them…even kill them. Those plans had gone out of the window as well as everything else when he overheard that conversation.
Leaving the food to cook, he wandered over to the cupboard. Nothing seemed special about it of course, just a few blankets, bedding, a broom, shovel and an old vacuum cleaner. He cleared it out, and at the very back was a trunk that lay unnoticed for years. Harry grabbed it and pulled it out, it slid easily across the floor. Putting everything back messily, he dragged the trunk to his couch.
His fingers trailed across the initials, he hadn't looked in here since he'd left that world behind. He'd been too weak to get rid of it, this had been his only link to the magical world, proof it wasn't a dream. Opening the locks he pushed it up and saw the books and everything within. Even the cauldron, a small wistful smile appeared on his face. Magic, he was finally going to be able to embrace his magic. That's if he survived of course, a grimace soon replaced the smile. He didn't want to die; he hated the thought of Dumbledore winning. Picking out the first book, Transfiguration, something he'd had great trouble with. What hadn't he had trouble with? His magic hadn't allowed him to cast anything. He understood why now, of course, his magic had been bound.
Hearing the meat sizzling he replaced the book and went to tend to his dinner. He didn't want to burn it like he'd done with the soup. Turning it over when he saw it was brown half way through. He stirred the asparagus and potatoes, poking them lightly with a knife to see if they were soft enough. Not completely, they'd need to remain in for a while longer.
Retrieving a plate, fork and of course a steak knife, thankfully he had one or it would have been troubling to cut it up. He grabbed his glass and poured himself some coke, drinking it before placing it on the kitchen counter and leaving the food to cook some more. Sitting back down he began to read through the Transfiguration text. It was much easier to understand it now as an adult, than it had been at the age of eleven.
He shook his head, wondering why he was trusting Snape, the man had been down right vicious to him. At least it had been for a reason, to keep his duty as spy safe. Could he trust him though? Or would he be like Dumbledore? Using him for his magic and to kill Voldemort? Closing the book, he hugged it close unsure of what to do.
Did he really need to trust Snape for him to remove the blocks? If he was willing then surely it meant he didn't like Dumbledore? Dumbledore obviously wanted his magic blocked for a reason. Shivering slightly remembering last night, closing his eyes, gasping when he felt as though it was really happening. He'd made him feel so very good. He certainly wouldn't mind a repeat of it; the way he was held afterwards…made Harry realize perhaps he wasn't the only one. He'd done nothing to deserve the distrust, so until he did, Harry would have to give him the benefit of the doubt. He'd answered all his questions, told him more than he knew… maybe he had gotten lucky.
Moving the book aside, he got up and made his dinner, he'd slept later than normal today. The bed was just so comfortable, and the duvet he'd made…so warm. Heating wasn't something he could afford. The only time he was truly hot was when he was in the bath or shower. Plating everything, he sat back down again on the couch, and savoured the first warm, proper meal he'd had since leaving Hogwarts.
The only thing interrupting his silence was the banging of doors, and the creaking of the boiler and floorboards. You could hear every noise in the flat, the walls were thin. The place was falling apart; it's probably why it was so cheap. At least compared to flats he'd seen advertised in the paper. Nowhere he could afford when he'd thought about moving, after he'd got his job at the local supermarket.
His stomach was so full, but he didn't stop eating until everything was gone. Smiling happily, he put everything in the sink, before staring over at the trunk and uncomfortable couch. Making a decision he dragged it through to his bedroom, and sat on the extremely comfortable mattress. Lying on his stomach, he began to properly read everything in order.
He did wonder though if it had to be a matchstick to turn it into a needle, of if they just used it as an example. Could he pick up anything he wanted and turn it into one with the same spell? He had no many questions he couldn't ask, he was resourceful, he'd find out himself.
Flipping to the next page, he continued on as he meant to, determined to learn all he could. Ignoring the niggling worry that maybe Severus wouldn't come back…then he'd be in deep trouble. With his life on the line he couldn't afford to think like that. For the third night in a row, he didn't go out at night.
I know its small but you should have seen the original :P lmaoo half the size if you'd believe...all of them were actually, just what i'm able to add i suppose. Next chapter is going to be huge though :) R&R PLEASE!