The Rest of the Prophecy | Harry Potter

The Cake

Summer really was one of the best times of Victoria's life. It was going so well and the only thing that could have made it better was if Harry had been there with her. She knew it was all the calm before the storm. They had been writing to each other all summer, but it wasn't the same. Not to mention Victoria could tell that Harry wasn't completely back to being his normal self. The events that occurred at the end of the school year had left everyone shaken but it really had hit Harry harder than anyone.

Depending on how everything else continued to play out was when Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Victoria were going to act. They all knew it would be sooner rather than later. They knew they would probably not be returning to Hogwarts after the summer holiday, but none of the really wanted to say it out loud.

This morning was a very busy one at the Weasley household. Everyone was getting ready for Fleur and Bill's upcoming wedding. This meant endless cleaning and cooking for Ginny and Victoria. Ginny was miserable being stuck inside all day. She kept looking dreamily out the window at the boys and Fleur's little sister who had just gotten in that morning. The Weasley brother were teaching the youngest Delacour how to play quidditch.

Ginny let out a soft sigh while standing at the kitchen sink staring out the window.

Victoria gave a small chuckle, "Go," she said with a smile to a still absent-minded looking Ginny.

Ginny coming out of her haze said, "Hm? Go where?"

Victoria rolled her eyes and smiled at Ginny. "Outside, go teach her how to play I know you are dying too."

Ginny shrugged and said, "No, no. It's fine. I need to stay in here and help you. Look at all these dishes and things to do." She gestured her hand to the pile of dishes that still lay in front of her. Victoria didn't want to tell her that they would've already been done if she hadn't been sulking about.

"Really, Gin. It's fine. Go show them they are teaching her all wrong." Victoria took the cloth rag from her hand.

"Are you sure?" Ginny asked while looking back outside again.

"Positive," said Victoria with a reassuring smile.

Ginny smiled and yelled thanks as she ran out of the kitchen.

Victoria smiled to herself and picked up where she had left off. Truth be told, she really didn't mind doing the work alone. She had learned she loved to clean, decorate, and cook during her time at the Weasley's. It just so happened that she was excellent at all of it as well. She knew it had to be the fact that she had an excellent teacher, Mrs. Weasley. However, Charlie Weasley had pulled her aside one night to inform her, in secret, that her trifle was much better than his mothers. Victoria brushed him off but was still felt very accomplished at the small compliment.

With the happy thoughts like these playing through her mind as she finished the dishes and started on the fifteen-layer German chocolate cake, she had not even heard Ron come in and sit at the kitchen table.

Victoria was pouring milk into the bowl in front of her when Ron huffing behind her made her jump. The sudden jolt had caused milk to go everywhere except the bowl.

"Oops, sorry Victoria." Ron said quickly.

Victoria sighed. "It okay."

She turned and looked at Ron who was messing with the cookies she had just pulled out of the oven. He went to put one in his mouth but Victoria hit him with a dishtowel before he could.

"Ow," Ron said rubbing his wrist. "What was that for?"

"Those are for the Delacour's. If you come help me with this cake though you can have one." Victoria turned back to her cake mixture. She didn't really want or need Ron's help, but it was much better to have him close by when in the kitchen so he didn't eat anything else.

"My help? What do you need?' Ron asked while coming to stand behind her. Ron was much taller than she was so she could feel his eyes looking over the top of her head and into the mixing bowl.

"Hold this bag of flour for me," she said while plopping a huge bag of flour in his arms.

Ron gave a huff and muttered, "Okay," under his breath.

Victoria turned back to her cooking station and Ron stood there, holding the bag of flour for her.

"You're pretty good at this. Honestly, better than mum and she's the best," Ron spoke in a soft tone, obviously trying to keep his voice down in case Mrs. Weasley was nearby.

"I have learned everything from your mum," said Victoria with a grin towards Ron. He returned it softly.

After another minute Victoria went to take a scoop of flour out of the bag Ron was holding, but his gaze had turned towards the window where the family was playing quidditch still.

"Hey!" Ron exclaimed. "Why are they using my broom!" His sound jolt to look out the window had caused the flour to go flying all over Victoria's apron and face.

Victoria blinked a few times to clear the flour off of her eyes. When she could finally see, she saw Ron staring at her. His eyes were wide, and he began profusely apologizing.

Victoria just held up her hand to stop him, he closed his mouth abruptly. She turned back towards the disaster of her should be cake mix and scooped a handful of flour off the table.

She turned to face Ron who immediately started holding up his hands. "Now, Victoria. Don't do anything rash." His eyes were wide at the flour still in her hands.

She smiled at him and threw it directly in his face causing him to cough and blink rapidly. They both stood there for a moment, just looking at how ridiculous they both looked.

"Oh, you're gonna get it," Ron said through a toothy smile.

Victoria's eyes grew wide and she made to run towards the other end of the kitchen but Ron stopped her and grabbed her around the waist. He picked up more flour off the counter and dropped it on top of her head.

"Ron!" Victoria screamed while trying to free herself from his grasp. She leaned forward and grabbed an egg from the table. Before he could react, she smashed it into his chest.

They were both still laughing and trying to cover each other in baking ingredients when a lough cough brought them back to reality. Ron and Victoria snapped their heads to the doorway to see who it was. Ron quickly released Victoria from his arms and spoke into a now very uneasy and tense room.

Ron spoke in an uneven voice and said, "H-Hiya, Harry."