O Beija-Flor - Regulus Black (Complete)

LIX -

THIS CHAPTER IS A BIT OF A FILLER AND I ALMOST PUT IT TOGETHER WITH THE LAST ONE, BUT 1) I DIDN'T WANT TO MAKE THE LAST CHAPTER TOO LONG BECAUSE I WAS TOO LAZY TO EDIT IT AND 2) I  WANTED TO GIVE A BIT OF SPACE FOR HARRY'S MENTAL STATE AS THE WAR STARTS FOR REAL NOW.

THIS IS SORT OF THE MARKING OF THE NEXT PART OF THE STORY, OR NEXT 'SEASON' AS I'D CALL IN FROM EDEN. AND, IF YOU'VE BEEN HERE FOR A WHILE, YOU ALREADY KNOW HOW I LOVE DIVIDING MY STORIES INTO PARTS AND PSYCHOLOGICAL CHAPTERS OF RANDOM CHARACTERS AT RANDOM CHAPTERS LOL

Harry Potter couldn't help but smile to himself in his new bed in his new, big bedroom in the same floor as Regulus', Sirius' and Cecilia's. He couldn't stop himself from thinking of his uncle, aunt and cousin, probably angered for having to stay in one of the safehouses with Mundungus Fletcher before being moved somewhere safer, which wasn't shared with him for everybody's safety.

He was glad to hear the world happening outside of his bedroom.

Cecilia was laughing – loudly – about something that someone did or said, someone was walking around and Sirius was singing badly something as he walked down the stairs, which was probably why Cecilia was laughing. In the back, he heard Remus scold Sirius to look where he was walking. He knew Draco Malfoy and Narcissa Malfoy were somewhere there, but he had yet to hear or see either of them.

Still, he felt safe. He felt relaxed enough to close his eyes without fearing nightmares for the first night in a long time, sleeping because he wanted to reax and let time go by, not due to the simple limit of his body with exhaustion.

Everything was happening as he had imagined it would many years before. He was living with his godfather that loved him and he was protected and there was a chance that someday he could be truly and utterly happy in the house filled with music and laughter even during the war. Sure, he never imagined Narcissa and Draco Malfoy would be present in the forever-home he had mentally created, but – hey – not everybody could get everything they wanted.

By the time dinner rolled around, he walked out of his bedroom and stopped at the top of the stairs in silence, slowly walking down to the second floor as quietly as he could, trying to find everybody by the sounds of the house.

"...No! I swear to God, Draco, if you don't let go of that thing, you'll burn yourself and I'm not the one telling your mother how you put your hand in the oven to get the cake quickly," Cecilia was saying in the kitchen.

Draco Malfoy made a loud noise.

"FUCK!" he screamed.

"Told you so," she answered, though it was a lot muffled, as if she had tired of screaming at the boy.

"What happened?" Narcissa asked loudly from the parlour. There was a noise and soon the sound of high-heels made Harry cringe, but she didn't stop near the stairs and didn't seem to be able to see him. "Did you get a burn, darling?"

"I told him he would," Cecilia said, sounding quite defensive. "But he doesn't listen to me."

"I was trying to help!" Draco said, even more defensive than Cecilia.

The front door opened and Harry stopped, crouching down to see what was happening, but he couldn't see the front corridor from his position, so he just waited.

"I'm home!" Remus was announcing. "I got groceries, Cecilia."

"Oh! Kreacher, please, can you help me put them away?" she said.

"Yes, Miss!"

"I'll help!" Draco said.

"You'll sit down and let me heal this," Narcissa quickly cut him off.