A Hop Skip And A Jump Away

supply runs and Murphy

Harry was up before either of his housemates and somehow managed to convince the house elves to not only let him in the kitchen but help him make breakfast. Whistling while he worked the adult trapped in a teenagers body made the same spread as he would have been forced to make at the Dursleys. Wistfully he thought about how the school would be just waking up and everyone would be scrambling to gather their things for the train ride home.

Severus woke still wrapped in the arms of Voldemort, trapped on the bed, hair still pink and unusually satisfied with how well he had slept. He refused to admit to himself that it was rather nice to wake up with someone wrapped around him in bed. Though the surreal aspect of it being the Dark Lord of all people definitely worried him. Very carefully he pulled himself free of the iron grip that held him trapped, wiggling more than a little bit before successfully slipping out of the bed.

Snape quickly and quietly slipped out of the room, going in search of a bathroom where he could conceivably clean up before getting some of the delicious bacon that he could easily smell being made by the house elves. The shower was deliciously warm and the complementary soap/shampoo while not up to battling the potions residue that was perpetually in his hair was not entirely horrible as a general product. He mentally added the ingredients to make proper ones to his growing potions ingredient list.

Once out of the shower he was greatly disappointed when his hair refused to return to its respectable black no matter what he tried. So it was with a slight scowl, re-transfigured and clean black teaching robes, and bright pink hair that he met Harry in the dinning room just as the younger wizard was setting the table. One look at the potions master was all it took to send the green-eyed imp into gales of laughter. This allowed the anxious house elves that were fluttering around him to take over setting the table as one of them gently pushed the laughing wizard into a chair for breakfast.

"He did it. He actually did it! I didn't think he'd do it," Harry said as he tried to catch his breath and completely ignoring the dark scowl on the other man's face as he wiped away tears of mirth.

Voldemort managed to poke his head into the dinning room at just the right moment to send Harry into another round of laughter, causing the Dark Lord to smirk at his counter part. Seeing the food he gestured at it and both of them joined the laughing imp at the table, serving themselves while they waited for Harry to calm down.

"As promised," Voldemort said with a smirk. Harry nodded his gleeful agreement as he served himself before they lapsed into a comfortable silence as they ate.

"Drop the glamours," Snape ordered offhandedly as Harry grumpily complied without looking up from his meal. He figured that his clothes covered most of the scars any way. He also wasn't exactly willing to take on some of the fiercest women he had ever known over the issue so soon after getting the memory upgrade.

"We're going to Gringotts, clothes shopping, and an interview with Rita Skeeter in that order," Snape informed Harry of the day's agenda after a good fifteen minutes of silent eating by the three men.

"Alright, I'll most likely be in the library when you get back. Might take a nap or bake a cake or something," Harry said musingly, toying with a bit of scrambled eggs before finally eating them.

"You're coming with us. Your wardrobe needs replacing since I doubt that we will manage to retrieve any of it from Hogwarts any time soon. If the goblins followed through and made you a complete set of clothes all well and good but you will still need some wizard made clothing," Voldemort pointed out.

"Not to mention the generally appalling nature of your clothes," Severus added snarkily.

"Tch, did Voldy at least call his minions last night? I don't feel like getting cursed because they think I've got him under a control spell or some sort of potion," Harry asked grumpily, honestly unable to counter their arguments about his clothes. It wasn't like he didn't know he needed a few new shirts but the fact that he wasn't asked why he wore what he did and that they were making him get new stuff was more than a bit galling.