Harry Potter and Future's Past

Ovaries?

Disclaimer: My imaginary lawyers had informed me that I still do not own the rights to Harry Potter or any characters found in the books written by JK Rowling. I've tried to argue that those characters she murdered should be released to public domain but to no avail.

Chapter 28

July 1st Continued.

As Harry watched Sirius disappear out the door on the way to the Grangers, he turned and started back toward the steps. As he passed the doorway to the downstairs, he could hear voices coming from the kitchen. Though he could not make out the actual words, he could definitely here Ron's and Ginny's voices. He could also hear the French accented voice of Fleur.

"I think I'll join them for breakfast this morning," Harry thought. He wanted to see how much Ron and Ginny were being punished. As he entered the kitchen a few seconds later, the voices all stopped instantly as they looked at him. Arthur and Molly were sitting at the far end of the table, while Ron and Ginny sat near them. Away from the others sat Fleur.

"Bonjour, 'Arry," The beautiful voice of Fleur said finally. "Eet is good to see you zis morning. Can I make you somezing to eat?"

"Nonsense," Molly said with a sniff as she broke her own silence. She rose from her seat and pulled out her wand. "Harry needs a proper ENGLISH breakfast. Now Harry, have a seat and I'll have you something ready in a minute."

"Actually Mrs. Weasley, it's been a trying couple of days for you I'm sure. I don't mind if Fleur makes my breakfast though I can do it myself as well," Harry replied.

"It isn't..." Molly started but a smiling Fleur had already moved past her.

"What would you like 'Arry? Eggs? Bacon?"

Harry was about to say 'anything' but then he remembered a breakfast pastry she'd made in Shell Cottage when they had been staying there. "You wouldn't know how to make...I think it's called," He acted like he was trying to remember something. "Pain au chocolat? It's a pasty with chocolate in it."

Fleur's smile broadened. "Oui, and 'ow do you know of pain au chocolat? Eet is one of Bill's favorites."

"I had it somewhere before," Harry replied truthfully.

"Zen you shall 'ave it again. Eet will take about fifteen minutes."

"That's fine. Thanks," Harry replied and gave Mrs. Weasley a side glance. She had sniffed again but sat back down. Her eyes were on the slight frame of the French witch who was now busy moving about the kitchen pulling out ingredients and dishes. Harry eyed the other people at the table. Mr. Weasley was pretending to read his paper but his eyes darted between his two youngest children and Harry ever so often. Ron was stabbing at his eggs as if trying to kill them while Ginny had flushed red but Harry could see her eyes flicker toward him ever so often between bites of her breakfast.

"Tonks told you of the trials?" Arthur asked finally.

"Yes sir."

"Well I'm sure Dumbledore will want to escort you personally this time," Arthur continued.

Harry decided not say the words he was thinking about Dumbledore.

"You children need to finish eating," Molly said to her two youngest. "You will be cleaning the bathroom on the second floor this morning. I expect it to be spotless," She gave a significant glance at Harry as if to say this is their punishment.

Ron stabbed his plate extra hard but Harry could hear him mutter, "At least I'm not stuck in my room studying all summer."

Harry had to fight to keep the smirk off his face but he ignored his old friend.