The Lost Potter-Draco Malfoy

Chapter 46 ✔️

Charlotte-

A week had passed since we'd gone to number 12 Grimmauld Place. Christmas had passed, and Mr. Weasley was still recovering at the hospital. I sat on the kitchen table, reading the new issue of Witch Weekly, and sipping on a hot tea Mum had made for me. Mum sat next to me, sipping her own hot tea, and watching the game of go fish between Dad, Sirius, and Peter.

"Mum, I really need some clothes. I can't keep borrowing Hermione or Ginny's." I told her, I was currently wearing Ginny's top, and Hermoine's trousers.

"You're right, I completely forgot about that." Mum said, "Why don't the four of us go and stay the night at our house? I feel like we haven't gotten a chance to spend the holidays together, as a family for a while now, and I need to rest in my own bed for once, no offense Sirius but the couch is getting uncomfortable." Mum said, Sirius, shrugged.

"I hate it here too." He chuckled.

"Yes, please let's go! I don't even have any pajamas!" I said, dragging my eyes away from 'how to get over a fight with your wizard,' by Rachel Chen section of Witch Weekly. 

"Alright, I'll go tell everyone. You grab your suitcase." Mum said, I shut my magazine, and tucked it under my arm, muttering a quick 'I'll be back,' to my uncles and dad, before climbing up the stairs.

I opened my door, Hermione was laying on her bed, examining the perfume Ron had given her Christmas morning, rested in her palms. She jumped when I entered, her cheeks turning red, and dropped the perfume like it scolded her. 

"Sorry," I laughed, "Just grabbing this." I pointed to my suitcase.

"Where are you going?" Hermione asked, she had only arrived a couple days ago, right on Christmas morning. 

"We're going to go spend the night at my house. I need to go get clothes, so Mum decided to stay there for the night." I explained, I was too excited to keep talking, so I muttered a quick goodbye and met my parents and Harry downstairs. 

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We arrived at our home an hour later, it took a while to convince Harry to come, but after some relenting from Mum, he was dragged away. 

"I'm going to go get dinner started," Mum said, setting her wand on the table by the door. 

"Me too!" James said, dropping the bags by the door. 

"Please, no!"

"Mum don't let him cook!" Harry and I shouted. Dad, gasped, putting a hand over his chest, dramatically.

"My cooking is amazing!"

"Who gave me food poisoning last time? Oh right, you." I reminded him. "I threw up for a week." 

"That was an accident. I've gotten better. Come on, Lily, please!" Dad was marching into the kitchen without an answer, his mind already set. 

"Don't worry, I'm watching him," Lily said, she laughed at our horrified faces, but who can blame us? The mushy noddle's and burnt tomato sauce was still etched into my mind.

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I had taken a shower, packed my bags for tomorrow before going to dinner, which was surprisingly not horrible.

"I told you two! My food is so good!" Dad said, we sat on the couch after dinner. He was sitting in his reclining chair, watching the muggle T.V. Mum and Harry sat on the large couch, while I laid on the ground eating a bowl of popcorn.

"I wouldn't go that far! It was decent, with a decent flavor." I muttered.

"Sh, I know it was amazing," Dad said, running a hand through his hair. I stood up, wiping my buttery fingers on my pajamas.