DEC 14, Harry Potter, Harry/Scorpius, Fruitcake Musings
Title: Fruitcake Musings Fandom: Harry Potter Pairing: Harry/Scorpius Rating: PG Word Count: 532 Warnings: Um, not a drabble. I think this reached ficlet stage. Prompt: 13 – Candles Beta: the wonderful eeyore9990 Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit. A/N: I will be writing Harry/Scorpius adventdrabbles for my Possession of the Heart Universe. Thanks for letting me play alisanne
Fruitcake Musings December, 2032
Scorpius leaned against the kitchen doorway, watching Harry spread each fruitcake with apricot jam glaze and then carefully arrange the glace cherries. Scorpius rolled his eyes as Harry grabbed a handful of sultanas and shoved them in his mouth and then washed his hands thoroughly. He wasn't sure everyone was so meticulous when they baked.
Harry had attended to fruitcakes for the previous five weeks. Every five days he added more brandy. Earlier, he had commented that Molly used sherry, but that he couldn't stand the smell, something to do with Trelawney and his father.
Neither his father nor Harry spoke much about their childhood history together. It was only through others he learned things he'd rather not have known.
"Should I add one to your family's hamper?" Harry asked.
Scorpius jumped, not realizing Harry knew he was there.
"Sure, but I'll send a note to mother warning her that there's brandy. Enough brandy, in fact, to get Grandfather pissed."
"What is Lucius like when he indulges?" Harry asked as he wrapped each cake in red cellophane and tied it with gold curling ribbon.
"He can be quite entertaining, but if he has too much, he starts droning on about previous times. Father and I would try and leave, but Grandmother would coerce us to stay. By the way, no offense, but you might put green cellophane on theirs."
Harry snickered as he lifted his wand and altered the colour to blue. "And how did Narcissa coerce you?" Harry asked as he arranged the fruitcakes on the table and began writing names on tags for each of them.
"Um, how much do you know about Black witches, Harry?"
Harry stopped and turned towards Scorpius. "It depends on which one," he said and then went back to labelling.
Scorpius' lips thinned. Maybe this was another family topic that shouldn't be discussed.
Harry sighed and removed his glasses, wiping his brow.
"I don't judge an individual by their surname, Scorpius. I love Andromeda; I despised Bellatrix, and I have mixed feelings about Narcissa; but in general, I like her. She saved my life once, which was fair, I guess, given that I saved her son."
Scorpius felt his blood turn cold. This wasn't a story he'd been told. He wondered if his father or grandfather knew. Scorpius stepped across the kitchen floor and sat down next to Harry. "I- I didn't know," he whispered.
Harry set down the quill and turned to face Scorpius. Scorpius reached out and touched Harry's face; his fingers traced the lines that had only recently started to appear. He didn't care.
"Will you tell me?"
Harry licked his lips and nodded.
"Sure, but only if you help me put these in the proper hampers."
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Scorpius stared into the fireplace. Harry was asleep, with an arm and leg wrapped possessively over him. He watched the flames and tried to imagine the horror his father must have had felt in believing he would burn in the Fiendfyre. And then how an outreached hand, the hand that held his heart right now, saved his father, saved his family. For the first time in years, he longed to feel his father's embrace.