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Chapter Summary: Harry's first day in his new home.
A/N: Done with finals! Yay! Done with HSAP, -Sigh- Thank God. Hehe. Anyway here is the long awaited Chapter 9.
Chapter 9: Full Breakfast
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One step inside the house and they could tell it was Dumbledore who had set it up. It was spick and span, fully furnished. The front door led to a spacious living room with a sofa on one side, a recliner on the other, and a rectangular coffee table in between. On the far left side was the fireplace along with a muggle television in the bottom left corner of the room. On the far right was an open doorway that led to the decently sized kitchen. Said kitchen came complete with a square table and all the need muggle appliances, including a refrigerator - which was charmed to refill itself with whatever was needed by the opener, compliments of the Headmaster…he did often tend to go a little overboard… - stove, oven, microwave, coffeemaker, and sink. On the north right of the living room was a staircase that led upstairs to three bedrooms and a full bath. Behind the stairs was the door that led down to the basement.
"Wow," Harry sighed in awe as Sirius gently put him down on the living room floor.
"You can say that again," Sirius agreed, eyes wandering.
"…Wow?" Harry offered, which earned him chuckles from his two guardians…even though he, himself, did not understand why. But it did help him to feel more at ease, that's for sure.
"Can we see the rest?" Harry asked only a slight timidity noticeable in his voice, for he was beginning to see that these two, very much unlike Uncle Vernon, did not mind being asked questions.
"Sure, Harry," Remus replied kindly, offering his hand to the small boy. Harry uncertainly took it, comforted by the simple gesture, and allowed Remus to lead him through the basement, kitchen, and then finally the second floor landing. All the while Sirius following behind the two, smiling at Harry's every reaction to the small tour.
"You go look, and pick whichever one you want," Remus whispered softly as he bent down to Harry's level, released the small hand he had had in his own larger one, and nodded toward the rooms down the hall. Harry's emerald green eyes seemed to brighten as the trademark 'Potter' grin spread across his youthful face.
A room for 'me'? A real 'room'? No cupboard? Harry thought, amazed, as he looked up at Sirius as if for conformation that he also agreed with what Moony had said, who also nodded, then turned and walked down the hallway looking into each room. In the end Harry chose the last room at the end of the hall on the left, then there was Sirius's room on the right, the bathroom on the left, Remus's room on the right, and then the stairs. Remus and Sirius's clothes and belongings were already in their rooms, also compliments of Dumbledore.
"What do you say to improving this room a bit?" Sirius inquired as he began rolling up the sleeves of his robes, gazing around the room, and whipped out his wand.
"By magic?" Harry wondered out loud.
The room was not 'big', per se, but it was not small either. It had a full sized bed, the headboard against the opposite wall from the door, underneath a decently sized window that presented a wonderful view of the woodland that surrounded their house, a nightstand on the left-hand side of the bed, complete with lamp, a dresser against the right side wall, the closet door on the left side wall, a desk to the left of the door, and a trash bin to the right of it.
"Course. Now let's see…" Sirius said contemplatively, before waving his wand once and changed the room's color to the traditional red and gold Gryffindor colors. Gold being the main coated background, with little red lions scattered over it, moving about and opening their mouths in a silent roar. Harry gasped in surprise, he knew magic existed by now, but he was still not entirely used to it being done with a wand…and done so…incredibly. Sirius waved his wand again, changing the plain bed sheets to Quidditch ones, representing the Gryffindor Quidditch team, covered in Brooms, Quaffles, Golden Snitches, and Bludgers.
"How's that?" Sirius asked with a grin.
"It's…wow…" Harry said breathlessly, unable to stop the smile that was tugging at his lips as he soaked it all in.
"Couldn't be anything less if it was done by the one and only 'me'," Sirius stated portentously. Remus rolled his eyes.
"You've really got to learn to grow up, Padfoot," Remus commented, shaking his head.
"What would be the fun in that?" Sirius countered, smirking.
"I'm going to go make breakfast," Remus sighed, ignoring his friend, before he exited the room.
"'Bout time, I'm starving!" Sirius called after him.
"I never said I was going to make your breakfast. I'm making Harry's," Remus called back. Sirius opened his mouth to retort, but thought better of it, and closed it again before turning back to Harry, who looked at him perplexedly.
"Is Moony…mad?" Harry asked uncertainly.
"Oh, no, he's not Prongslet. We go through this all the time. It's all in good fun," Sirius explained. Harry nodded bemusedly.
"Here, why don't you play for a bit while I go and plead Moony to cook my breakfast too, okay?" Sirius offered as he waved his wand for the third time, and a toy chest appeared filled with wizard toys at the foot of Harry's bed.
"I…I can pway with these?" Harry inquired, astounded.
"They're yours, Prongslet, of course you can!" Sirius smiled. Harry walked slowly, almost dreamlike, toward the chest near his bed.
"I'm gonna go talk to Moony, I'll come get you when the foods done, alright?" Sirius asked again. Harry nodded, as he sat down in front of the chest and opened it tentatively, revealing the many toys, and smiled widely. Sirius, also smiling, proceeded to exit the room. He was just outside it when Harry whipped around, still on the floor.
"Thank you, Padfoot."
"You deserve it, kiddo." With that, Sirius went downstairs, and Harry returned to his toy chest.
"For me…" Harry whispered to himself, still finding all this hard to believe.
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"Upset with me, Moony?" Sirius inquired, leaning in the kitchen doorway.
"With you…wholly? No. Annoyed that you haven't grown up in the past seven years or so? A little," Remus replied from the stove where he stood making eggs, bacon, and toast.
"Come on, Moony! Would I be me if I was any other way?" Sirius asked, the smirk he wore evident in his tone.
"I suppose not, but it wouldn't kill you to try every now and then would it?" Remus answered as he turned to face his friend with a smirk to equal that of Sirius's as the Animagus sat down at the table.
"Well…I suppose not…but…are you really gonna starve me?" Sirius asked, switching the subject as he feigned sadness. Remus sighed in defeat.
"No, I won't starve you, Padfoot…this time," Remus conceded.
"Thanks, Remy, because you know if I tried to cook for myself I'd be dead before the day was done." Sirius stated as he leaned back until he was resting on the hind legs of the chair. "You and your wolfy-pms…" the Black muttered to himself, earning himself a dark look.
"Where's Harry?" Remus asked as he, too, sat down.
"Upstairs playing."
"We have a lot to explain and tell him, Sirius," Remus said, suddenly somber. "About his powers, Voldemort, Prongs and Lily, --" Remus began but Sirius did not let him finish.
"Aw, there'll be plenty of time for that," he waved dismissively. "He doesn't need that kind of stress on his shoulders right now." Remus looked his long-time friend in the eyes in all seriousness, causing the Black to shift a little uncomfortably.
"Let me ask you something, Padfoot. Are you procrastinating for Harry's sake…or for yours?"
Sirius did not know how to answer, so he remained silent. Yes, he wanted Harry to know all that he could tell and explain to him. Helping him along with his magic would be fairly easy, Sirius hoped. But he did not think telling a 3-year-old boy that an evil deranged wizard was after him and his powers was the right thing to do at this moment in time. Besides, Voldemort was bodiless, powerless, and helpless.
But then again…the Death Eaters seem close to finding him…and then…but naw, I'm better off not thinking about that till I have to…
And then there was the part about James and Lily. That was the part Sirius wanted to wait on. The memory of finding them dead was still fresh in his mind and he truly did not want to think about that. He knew he would have to eventually, but for now he could put it off for at least a little while.
"Siri-" Remus began again but stopped abruptly, looking past Sirius' shoulder. Sirius let his chair return to all fours then turned around to find the source of Remus' abrupt silence: Harry.
"Hey, kiddo!" Sirius said enthusiastically as he stood up, happy for not having to answer to Remus…for now anyway. "Hungry?" Harry nodded cautiously, wondering if Moony was still upset, even after Padfoot saying he was just playing. Sirius picked Harry up and sat him down at the table.
"What do you say we go to Diagon Ally today and pick you out some new clothes and wizard robes?" Sirius asked the small boy as Remus finished setting the table and placed food on all three plates.
New clothes? But I never get new clothes…
"Weally?"
"Really, really. I'm sure you don't want to keep wearing these elephant clothes, do you?" Sirius said smiling. Harry grinned sheepishly. Remus was the last to sit down at the table, and the second he did, Sirius began eating like a ravenous dog. Remus shook his head and began to eat as well, but properly. It took them a few seconds to realize Harry 'was not' eating.
"What's up, Prongslet?" Sirius inquired concernedly. "You don't like it?
"Oh! It's not that. It's juwst…" Harry began, looking at the food on his plate, then at Sirius. "I've never had this much befowe. Onwy Dudley gets this much," Harry explained. Sirius felt that hatred for the Dursley's bubble up again, but he firmly pushed it back down, now was not the time or place.
"Well, here you can have as much as you like, Harry," Remus said offering him the marmalade for his toast. Harry smiled genuinely. These people where too good to him.
But for how long till they get tired of me, Harry thought, his old ways of thinking creeping up on him. Stop thinking wike that, Harry mentally scolded himself.
"No, thank you, I wike mine plain," Harry stated matter-of-factly.
"Plain?" Both men repeated in unison. Harry nodded, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. He picked up his toast and took a bite. Both men shook their heads disbelievingly.
"But…this'll make it taste better," Sirius affirmed, baffled.
"I've always had it wike this. I wike it," Harry said taking another bite. Both men glanced at each other then back at Harry.
"If you say so, kiddo," Sirius sighed, returning to his food. Remus did the same. In the end, Harry was fuller than he had ever been and could not believe they had let him eat as much as he had wanted.
"It was very yummy," Harry informed Remus, who smiled.
"Why, thank you, Harry."
"Yes, Moony. Extremely yummy," Sirius imitated. Remus's gaze shifted to Sirius, and his eyes narrowed shrewdly.
"I have to wonder if that was a compliment…or if you were mocking me…" Remus said suspiciously. Sirius laughed his bark-like laughter.
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A/N: I'm really glad you all like this story so much. You have no idea how much your positive reviews mean to me. I tried making this chapter a little longer than the others. And no, they aren't at Grimmuald Place. I thought about it, but I just couldn't put Sirius through that, I love him too much. But in answer to Opal's question, Dumbledore found this house and it is of course full of spells and enchantments to protect its inhabitants the best it can. I hope that helped clear that up if any more of you where confused. Thanks again for reviewing and please review this chapter too. And if you do I'll try my best to get Chapter 10 out ASAP. Bye for now!