Midnight In Hogwarts | Harry Potter FanFiction

Capitulum Quindecim

"Are you sure you should be doing that, Harry?" a worried Sirius asked from his seat at the kitchen table.

Harry let out a frustrated sigh as he set down his knife. Sirius had been acting this way ever since Harry had awoken in the Marauder Quarters at midnight three nights ago. Harry had told Sirius and Remus everything he could remember from the strange 'vision' of Malfoy and Professor Snape but couldn't understand why he had seen it or what he had exactly been seeing. He did know a few things for sure, though. One, Snape and Malfoy were not getting along. Two, Malfoy was up to something. And three, that something involved Voldemort.

Remus had come to the conclusion that Hogwarts had sent Harry the 'vision' although the reason behind it was unknown. What did Hogwarts expect Harry to do about it? He had written everything down and handed the parchment over to Professor Dumbledore before they left for Black Manor. He had done all he could at the moment. But if that was the case then why did he feel like he wasn't doing enough?

"For the last time, Sirius, I'm fine," Harry insisted as he rubbed his forehead with the back of his right hand. "Hogwarts never leaves any lasting affects when she communicates with me, you know that. Let's just be grateful she didn't take over my mind when we were at Slughorn's party, all right?" He picked up his knife again and returned to slicing up fruit. "Now, are you going to help me with this or are you going to help Remus research?"

Sirius groaned as he slammed his head on the table. "What's he researching now?" he asked irritably.

Harry shrugged. "It's a toss up between Order research, discovering who the Half-Blood Prince is and figuring out how this connection I have with Hogwarts works," he said tiredly. Remus had been researching so many different topics lately that it was difficult to know what project he was currently working on. Harry had wanted to help but Remus insisted that until he could 'figure out where he was supposed to be going', it would be better if he worked alone. Sirius rationalized that no one understood 'Moony logic' in the beginning stages of research.

Silence fell between them as Sirius debated his options. "So what are you making anyways?" Sirius asked at last.

Harry bit back a smile. He knew Sirius would do anything to avoid research. "It's a muggle dish," he said as he carefully sliced the fruit into small pieces. "A fruity dessert that's fun to eat. Aunt Petunia rarely made it but, when she did, she always added fruit, ice cream or sorbet into it. I haven't seen it made at Hogwarts so I'm assuming it isn't a well known dish in the wizarding world."

Sirius didn't look convinced but shrugged anyways. "All right, well, I guess I'll have to trust you then," he said. "What else are you making?"

"Tarte fine aux pommes," Harry said as he stood up from the table and walked over to the stove to check the pot of boiling water. "Basically, it's a French apple pie. I figured with Fleur there...well, this is her first Christmas away from her family so I thought this would be a little touch of home."

Sirius chuckled. "You do remember that Molly doesn't like Fleur, right?" he asked as he rose to his feet, snatching a piece of uncut fruit on the way. "Don't you think there's going to be enough tension there with the way things are between you and Ron?"

Harry bit back a wave of irritation as he pulled the boiling water off the stove and poured it into a bowl that already contained a red powdered substance. "Not at all," he said as he began stirring the contents of the bowl. "Ron may finally notice I'm there without Lavender there—" Sirius opened his mouth to speak "—and don't say I'm jealous, Sirius. I'm not. I just don't agree with the way Ron's been behaving. He nearly caused half of the Quidditch team to quit and lashed out at Hermione whenever he could when he had his fight with Ginny. Now, he snogs Lavender day and night and has doesn't care that he's hurting Hermione."