Harry James Potter (am_harry) wrote in aftermath_rpg, @ 2008-09-19 20:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | * september 1999, - aurors, - complete, - owl, harry potter, ron weasley |
RP: Breafast in the Potter-Weasley House
Date: 19 September 1999, early morning
Characters: Harry and Ron
Location: Grimmaduld Place, kitchen
Warnings: none
Summary: The boys get their owls, and have a talk.
Status: Complete
Open/Closed: Closed
Harry loved the early mornings. He would wake up while it was still dark, and go out to the small garden behind Grimmauld place to watch the sun rise. He didn't know how he'd come to this routine, but it was something he enjoyed. He didn't sleep much anyway, too afraid of dreaming, so it was natural to get up when most normal people were sleeping-- people like Ron, who'd never been up before the sun unless it was necessary. Harry liked it though, the peaceful hours to himself before the world woke up. Sometimes he'd go for a run, but most most often he'd just sit in the garden, sometimes with a blanket around his shoulders, with a cup of hot tea and just be alone.
He heard Kreacher puttering around inside, accepting post from a loudly insistent owl, but the soft noise didn't rouse him from his thoughts until finally he rose from the bench and headed back inside. He paused in the kitchen for a second cup of tea, before heading up to the bathroom he shared with Ron. He took a long, hot shower and dressed in jeans and an old jumper of Ron's that he'd pilfered from their days at Hogwarts. It was too long in the arm and too big at the shoulders, but it was one of Harry's favorite shirts.
Unopened envelopes bearing the Ministry seal were waiting on the kitchen table when Harry finally reached the kitchen. He paused a moment, realizing that these must be from the Auror department. There were two identical envelopes lying there, acting all innocent, but they contained some of the most important information for Harry and Ron's life.
Harry did his best to ignore them, going about making breakfast as usual. It was the only meal Kreacher allowed him to prepare, so Harry liked to take his time. Cooking, when it was something he chose to do, was something that allowed him space to think. Next to flying, it was an activity that most helped clear his mind. This was something he'd only discovered over the summer, as Kreacher gradually relaxed his hold on the kitchen enough to let Harry even step a foot inside. Harry figured the only reason the little elf had for allowing it, was that it made Harry happy.
As he easily fried the bacon, his eyes kept wandering over to the sealed letters. His biggest fear was that inside the envelopes that looked the same, were two entirely different letters. And if Ron wasn't accepted into the Aurors, there was no way Harry would go without him. He and Ron were partners, and there was no one he trusted more to keep him safe. No one he'd rather have at his back. But there was always the fear that the Aurors, like some professors at Hogwarts, had once again overlooked Ron's brilliance. If that had happened, Harry wasn't above using his influence for Ron's good.
By the time he'd finished the bacon, toast and eggs, and brewed a fresh pot of Ron's favorite coffee, he was starting to get worried that Ron hadn't come down yet. Usually, by the time the bacon was finished Ron was prowling around the kitchen, trying to steal bits of food. It always made Harry laugh, and he smiled fondly thinking about it. He was just about to go up and shove Ron out of bed, when the kitchen Floo activated.
Harry startled. The only people who had access to their Floo address were Ron's family and Hermione, and he didn't think anyone would be Flooing over so early. He pulled his wand, just in case someone had somehow circumvented their wards, but relaxed as Ron tumbled out. Harry frowned in confusion, wondering what Ron was doing out so early, when he realized that it was more likely Ron hadn't been home at all. Actually, considering his disheveled appearance. He looked a bit hung over too, and Harry couldn't quite make out what the red mark on Ron's neck was.
He didn't realize he'd forgotten about the toast on the stove until he smelled something burning. Not glancing back at Ron, he set about toasting new pieces of bread, and setting the table. "Breakfast's ready, if you haven't eaten already." He felt awkward and out of place. Should he make a joke about what had clearly been a night of shagging for Ron, or just ignore it. "Did you have a nice night? Draco and I went to the cinema. Did you know he'd never been? Wish you would have come with us, though, but I guess you had other plans?"