Hey everyone! New chapter! Ok, so is anyone else sad about the LAST HP BOOK EVER coming out tonight??? You know, I only like starting fics or putting chapters up when a new book comes out :D Kinda pointless cause we learn new things and realize that my fics are completly of! lol So anyways, if you want to read a kind of theory I have before the book comes out, read my newest forum, where there is a short version type thing. I really love procrastinating, I'm procrastinating right now. I SHOULD be reading all the Harry Potter books today before Deathly Hallows comes out :D Impossible I know, but i will do it! What I wouldn't do for a time turner right now. Yes I know I'm babbling, see the whole procrastinating thing again! Ok fine, I'll let you go read my fic. WAIT! One more thing, please read my one shots Counting Raindrops and Hallowed Ground (I wrote it yesterday! Please read it before Deathly Hallows, cause then you'd be like 'wow she is so of!') Ok I'll stop procrastinating...WAIT one last thing, this chappie was hastily written (haha that's not new) so I know it's kinda crappy, and blah. Thanks! Now read!
Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter, please don't sue me cause all you'll get is a half eaten bowl of 'Everything but Ice-cream' (I swear this is the last of the babble!)
Twist of Fate: The First Years
It's Much To Early For Ice Cream
"You! Get-Get away from me you monster!"
There was laughter, cruel, malicious laughter.
"You have courage, I give you that, but it is your babies I want, you can live."
"Never."
"Then you shall die with them."
Harry woke up drenched in cold sweat, his scar searing in pain. This had happened before, but it wasn't stopping, and it was getting worse. He dropped to the ground from his high bed, knocking his head on the wooden floorboards.
"Ugh." Harry came around a few hours later, when the sun was just rising, rays of light coming through the window.
"How did I get on the floor?" Harry thought, looking at the tangled bed sheets still atop his bed. Straining his memory he could remember…nothing. Shrugging it of Harry just dismissed it and cursed having such a large bed. However, there was still a nagging thought in the back of his mind.
Harry grabbed his 'new' broomstick and made his way to the Potter Grounds. The Potters lived in a large house; many would call it a manor. Harry disliked the large house since there were only four of them living in it, not including the house elves. Though Harry did like exploring it, along with the hundreds of acres were the house was located.
Reaching an empty field Harry mounted his broomstick, he'd read about it, but he found reading, and actually doing was very different.
"Whoa there son!" Harry turned around and saw his father, along with a very disgruntled Jaime hurrying towards the field.
"Daddy, why did we have to get up so early," Jamie yawned, pulling along her broomstick, bending the perfectly manicured twigs.
"Because this is the best flying weather!" James said, throwing his arms into the air, then wincing slightly when he saw what Jamie was doing to the broomstick, "Hun, don't do that, please, you'll ruin the broom." Jamie groaned and handed him the broomstick.
Harry was waiting patiently, still on the broomstick, "Dad," he said with raised eyebrows.
"You've never been on a broom before, other than those toy ones, you'll need to learn how to handle it properly." With that James started showing them the perfect grip, and how to mount the broom properly. He kept on telling Harry he was doing it wrong, demonstrating the way to stay on a broom properly. Jamie listened as well; doing exactly what James did, earning her lots of congratulatory hugs and pats on the head. This must have lasted at least 45 minutes until James finally let them take to the air.
He watched proudly as Jamie did everything he told her to do, and got into the air. She was a bit wobbly, and kept flying a little to left, but James said it was one of the proudest moments of his life.
"Your turn Harry." Harry tried to remember everything James had tried to teach him, but it was just confusing him, he was much more at ease with his own grip, and the way he sat on the broom.
Sitting extremely uncomfortable on the broom, Harry kicked of exactly the way James taught him, and ended up shooting much to high in the air. The wind blowing through his messy hair, Harry started going up much higher and higher, finding it hard to control his 'new' broom.
"Harry? What are you doing! Get back here!" James was yelling at him, Jamie standing next to their father, a look of amusement with a small hint of worry on her face.
Harry tried pulling the out of control broom downwards, but ended up in a very steep dive, pulling up at the perfect time before he hit the ground. Yet the broom seemed to have a mind of its own, because when Harry pulled up, it waited until it was to late to respond, resulting in Harry to be thrown of the broom, and the handle to be shattered.
"Harry? Are you ok?" James and Jamie ran towards the motionless figure lying face down on the ground. Harry groaned and turned over, staring up at James and Jamie.
"Harry, don't you ever do that again! Look at what you did, you ruined your broom!" James was yelling at him as he pulled his son from the ground.
"Sorry dad, it's just the broom was out of control."
"What? We just got you that broom yesterday!" James said angrily. Jamie stood back, watching her brother get reprimanded with a sorry look on her face.
Harry didn't bother arguing with James and just muttered another sorry when his father sent him back to the house. Harry grabbed his broken broom, and started back up the way to the manor.
Pushing his way through the large double doors that were in the front of his house he made his way to the kitchen. To his surprise Sirius was sitting at the kitchen table eating a bowl of…what?
"Hey Junior!" Sirius said when Harry entered, his eyes then fell to the broken broomstick, "Where'd you get that? And what ran over it?"
"Oh, dad and mum gave it to me last night, and nothing ran over it, I crashed into the ground, much to the disappointment of my quidditch loving dad." Harry said, throwing the broom down on the kitchen floor, and then he made his way over to Sirius, looking in the bowl of…something.
"What is that?" Harry said, wrinkling his nose at the dark brown concoction with sprinkles? Yes sprinkles, on top of it.
Sirius opened his mouth, obviously to say something about the broom, then thought better of it, "Well Junior, it's my special mixture, of chocolate syrup, brownies, cereal, pancakes and of course rainbow sprinkles."
"What? No ice cream?"
"Of course not Harry Boy, it's much to early for ice cream."
"Oh yes, much. And what did I say about the nicknames?"
"That you absolutely love them, because I, the all powerful Sirius picked them out for you."
"All powerful?"
"Yes all powerful."
"You keep thinking that, Padfoot."
"See! I picked out the nickname Padfoot!"
"Isn't that only because you're an Animagus?"
"Shut up."
Harry and Sirius continued with their banter for a while, Sirius even making Harry a bowl of his newly christened 'Everything but Ice-cream' breakfast, which Harry took one bite of before complaining about how much his parents would have to pay for his dental bill.
"How do you know about dentists?" Sirius said incredulously. Harry explained to him about one of the Muggle books he read.
"Hmm, I really should have paid more attention in Muggle Studies." Sirius said, as Harry explained to him what a rubber ducky was.
"So Sirius, why are you here this morning?" Harry said curiously, as he gave the bowls of 'Everything but Ice-Cream' to Blitz.
"Oh, your father and I have some work to discuss," Sirius said, not giving Harry any eye contact, "So, um, what happened with the whole broom incident? Why didn't I see you get the broom last night?"
Harry raised an eyebrow at the change of topic, but answered, "Oh, mum and dad wanted to give it to me by myself, because, well, it's just because Jamie's broom is better, that's all. But, don't worry, it's only because Jamie's was the only one in stock."
"Harry-,"
"No, really it's all right," Harry, said this firmly, "I have to go, I'll see you later Sirius." Sirius gave Harry a sad look as he walked out, leaving his broom behind.
"Poor Junior…" He muttered to himself. He set out to find James, this had gone to far.
I was going to have more, but then I couldn't have the title for the next chappie be 'Sirius Black. Man on a Mission.' hint hint
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