Part 36

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Chapter 36: Fifth Recollection Scroll

Notes:

I don't own Harry Potter

Chapter Text

The darkness departed them in the middle of the Dursley’s living room, and they saw as they looked around that it was the middle of the afternoon. They heard the door open and in came a younger, though older than they had seen him yet in these scrolls, Harry come into the living room. He threw his tattered and frayed backpack into the cupboard and walked into the kitchen. He looked as if nothing in his life gave him any joy, any more.

Firenze tried to reach out to the vision of the past, but Tempest took his hand.

“We can do nothing to help him here.” said Tempest.

“I’ve never seen a child look so melancholy.” said Firenze.

They followed and saw him take bowls and other assorted cooking utensils out of the cupboards and drawers. He reached up and took an old battered notebook and flipped through the pages, Hermione walked behind him and saw that the notebook was full of different recipes for all sorts of different ingredients. As Harry began to take ingredients out of the fridge, Aunt Petunia came stomping in.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she shrieked. She wore a flowered apron and had gloves and a spray bottle of cleaner in one hand and a white cloth in the other.

“Fixing dinner, Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon said he wanted steaks tonight.” said Harry not looking at her, but staring fixedly at the recipe book.

“I’ve invited the new neighbors over to eat dinner. I can’t serve them steaks!” Petunia screeched. She stamped her foot and slammed a hand down on the page Harry was reading from.

“Why wouldn’t you serve your best food?” said Mrs. Weasley in a whisper. “Especially when making a first impression?”

“I want to have a fruit appetizer, wine, salad, lobster, and dessert!” said Aunt Petunia ticking off the different meal courses. Harry stared at her in shock.

“You realize I’m going to be cooking all afternoon, right?” he muttered.

“Well then you best get going about doing it!” she snapped. “Here’s some money go and get the things I want!”

“You didn’t give him any ideas what to do!” said Ron angrily.

“You didn’t tell me what you really wanted!” said Harry shortly.

“Don’t argue, get going! Oh and by the way, Aunt Marge is coming as well, she’s staying for a while.” said Aunt Petunia as she left the room. “So everything must be absolutely perfect.”

Harry groaned slammed the money down on the counter. He picked up the notebook again and flipped through it quickly.

The room shifted forward and they saw Harry staggering under the large and heavy bags that easily outweighed him.

As he laid them down on the counters, a loud booming voice came from lounge. Harry flinched.

“BOY! What are you doing?” shouted Uncle Vernon, stomping into the kitchen.

“Making dinner, Uncle Vernon.” said Harry as he placed the different foods on the counter.

“That doesn’t look like steak and mushrooms.” growled Uncle Vernon.

“Aunt Petunia invited the new neighbors over for dinner and she wanted to serve something special.” said Harry tiredly. “And isn’t Aunt Marge coming, too?”

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