The Dark Lord's Daughter Book 4: Flight

Ms. Figg

I was going to see Harry Potter today. The boy who lived- the boy who had stolen my heart.
More like the boy who was about to get his butt kicked. He hadn't written me or Sirius back in a week, and now I had to deal with Sirius's threatening to go find him all by myself.
He was so overprotective. But then again- I was too... I was pretty worried about him. But maybe his aunt and uncle were just keeping him busy.
"Are you ready to go then Notte?" Mum called from the kitchen. I was sprawled across the couch- I had been ready to go for days. I gave her a haughty glance, she snorted in amusement.
"Should I be worried that you're so eager to leave your mummy?" Mum asked and I propped myself up on my elbows.
"Mum- it's not you, it's...them!" I whispered-yelled across the room as a bang shook the house. Mum went pink.
"Its only for a week- you could escape with me to Ms. Figg's I'm sure she wouldn't mind it." I paused for a moment.
"Harry would be happy to see you too- if he's even alive!" I directed the last part towards the fireplace. As if he could hear me. Mum chuckled.
"I'm sure he's fine, dear." Mum said absentmindedly. I rolled off of the couch to thud onto the floor- mum gave me a disapproving tsk. I jumped up from the floor to rush over to her side.
"What if he's died from starvation- Dudley's on a diet you know- Maybe I didn't send him enough food-" I ranted worriedly and wondered how much food one teenage boy needed.
"You sent him half the pantry! Had to stop Ron from sending the other half- mind you, they wouldn't let the poor boy starve." Mum said and guided me towards the fireplace.
"Hes already skin and bones-" I muttered as Mum fussed over my red hoodie and shorts, they were a new set of course. But it was really the only thing I'd wear if we weren't going anywhere.
"Are you sure you don't want to get all dolled up?" Mum curled my hair around her wand and I scoffed.
"For who the cats?" I looked away and crossed my arms- maybe a bit childish.
"Oh- just nevermind then, off you go!" Mum nudged me towards the fireplace and I stuck my tongue out at her. She stuck her tongue back out at me- I swept her up in a bear hug before she could retreat back into the kitchen.
"I'll see you soon mum-" I said quietly, she reluctantly let go. She'd been babying me more this summer, especially after the last.
"Ms. Figg's!" I threw down the powder and watched as my mother disappeared from view. Fireplaces appeared and disappeared before me and I stepped out when I saw the familiar living area with floral couches and several cats.
Ms. Figg however was nowhere to be seen- it was nearly noon, but could she have gone to nap upstairs? I lugged my overloaded backpack up the stairs and threw it down onto the bed. I'd have to clean up here again. I checked the window to see if I could see the boy-who-lived, no such luck.
I practically flew down the stairs. I peeked into Ms. Figg's bedroom- no luck.
"Kittens- where's your Mistress?" I asked solemnly, they stalked to the back door. Tails swishing behind them- I had missed these kittens.
I opened the back door and immediately heard a beautiful sound. Laughing.
"Harry Potter- do my ears and eyes deceive me? What a wonderful-" My melodramatic speech was cut short by a pair of lean and muscular arms picking me up off the ground and spinning me around and around.
"Notte! Is it already Noon?" Harry asked. The world around me swayed. I fell to the ground in front of him and waited for the world to stop spinning.
"You over-did it, Harry." Ms. Figg said amused from the swinging bench.
"Oi-" I held my forehead and looked up helplessly.
"Potter!" I couldn't believe what he'd done.
"What?" He asked- like he hadn't a clue what I meant.
"You've gotten a mullet-" I said dramatically, he started blankly down at me. Ms. Figg cackled from her seat.
"I told you she'd hate it Potter!" She called out to him. He shot a playful glare back at her. I guess they'd been spending some time together since school ended.
I decided to stop staring dejectedly at his grown-out hair and raked a look over the garden. It looked well-kept after.
"You pruned the garden for me at least-" I said and Harry grinned and held a hand out for me to take. Ms. Figg cackled again- satisfied by my jab.
"I thought girls liked long hair." Harry said before dusting off his worn jeans- his red t-shirt was rather dirty as well. But he looked good.
"Who told you that rubbish?" I asked, my face scrunched.
"Er- Snuffles had..." Harry said quietly and looked away thoughtfully. I snorted, and slung my arm around Harry's shoulders. He flushed a bit.
"Speaking of- Snuffles hasn't heard from you in a week- which by the way, has driven him up the wall! He never wrote to me much before-" I raised my eyebrow and shot him a sudden glare.
"Speaking of- you haven't written to me either!" I took my arm off and promptly sat by Ms. Figg.
"Er- I was busy." Harry said sheepishly, I gave him a serious look.
"You should write Snuffles- had to talk him off a cliff all week!" I said before turning to greet Ms. Figg.
"Hullo, dear it's lovely to see you." I said before wrapping her in a sitting hug. I could feel the tension from Harry rising.
"Lovely to see you dear, you two bring a bit of color back into my life." Ms. Figg patted my arm as she released me.
"And of course some good food I hope." She looked at me expectantly. I nodded before looking at Harry who couldn't decide if he was in trouble or not.
"Well Harry- go get cleaned up!" I instructed- he ran into the house to clean himself up.
"Has he been helping you out Ms. Figg?" I asked and helped her stand and walk into the house.
"Oh yes- he was helping get the garden clean in time for you to get here." She said I opened the door for her.
"I guess I can't be too hard on him them can I?" I laughed quietly and Ms. Figg sat at the table.
We made small talk as I inspected the contents of her fridge. Harry emerged from the restroom, his face and clothes much cleaner. I couldn't help but smile.
"Time for lunch then- mum said to say hello for her-" I said as Harry went to lean against the counter. At the ready for my next command.
"I could do a quick chicken pie-" I said after rechecking the fridge and they nodded.
So I got to work with a wave of my wand- the frozen peas and carrots thawed, the chicken searing and the gravy with garlic and onions simmering. I did have Harry help with the biscuit dough for on top- he seemed a little too eager to help though.
After we ate and Ms. Figg retired as normal to the living room, we cleaned the kitchen. It felt almost normal, to be here again with him. Playing house here.
"Thank you." I said, nearly surprising myself. Harry jumped though- having clearly been deep in thought.
"Er- for what?" He asked before drying his hands on his jeans and adjusting his glasses. Did he still believe in me like he did on the train home?
"I dunno- being you. I guess." I said quickly.
"My pleasure-!" Harry went to lean on the counter, forgetting it was wet from doing the dishes- and fell. He hit the back of his head and landed to sit against the counter with a quiet curse.
I started laughing before he hit the ground.
" Oh-merlin's sake! Are you-" I wheezed and sat beside him. He looked up at me looking particularly grouchy- I stifled my giggles before wrapping him in a hug there on the floor.
It took a moment before he wrapped his arms tightly around my waist and buried his face in my hair.
"I-I missed you. Chosen Git." I said quietly. That was definitely true- but my face went red-hot and I regretted saying something so cheesy.
"I missed you Freakazoid." Harry pulled me closer- and I wondered if he was as red as I was.
He pushed me away after a moment, and buried his hand in my hair.
"Harry-" He kissed me. I had missed this. Even though part of me thought we shouldn't be doing this.