The Girl Who Lived (Draco Malfoy x OC)

The Blue

August 10th 1995

It was late in the night and almost all of those at Grimmauld Place had gone to sleep save for Sirius and Harper. She knew if she tried, sleep probably wouldn't come to her. The disciplinary hearing was tomorrow for Harper's use of underage magic in front of Dudley to defend them from dementors. She was nervous to say the least. Sirius on the other hand couldn't have appeared more nonchalant or relaxed about the matter, but she knew he could not sleep either. Azkaban would never leave her godfather.

"It's just us now so be honest with me, Harp. How upset are you that you weren't made Prefect?" Sirius smirked.

They sat upon one of the sumptuous seats in the drawing room, Sirius had his arm hooked around her as she leant back onto him.

She rolled her eyes. "Why does everyone keep insisting I'm bothered? If anything, I feel relieved. I've got enough on my plate let alone being a Prefect."

"So you're not one bit fazed Dumbledore or McGonagall didn't elect you?"

"Are you trying to make me sad?"

"Just don't want you to bottle up more feelings," he sang in a high-pitch.

"I'm fine, okay," she shuffled and looked at him. "And what about you, Sirius, were you ever Prefect?"

He let out his usual barklike laugh. "No one would have made me a Prefect, I spent too much time in detention with James. Lupin was the good boy, he got the badge. I think Dumbledore might have hoped that he would exercise some control over the rest of us."

She laughed lightly at the image. "Lupin did always say I got my recklessness from my dad."

"He was also very clever and talented," Lupin's voice chimed in as he entered the drawing room, a brown bag tucked under his arm, "and so are you."

Sirius sniffed into the air and grinned, "you have Moroccan food," he stated.

The aroma of spices reached her nose, tingling her senses. Harper frowned as Lupin placed the bag down, pulling out takeaway containers. "Moroccan?" She asked.

"Moroccan food, Harper!" Sirius rejoiced, sitting up animatedly. "Lamb, spices, tajine, my darling you must try this. What food did you bring, Remus?"

"Tabbouleh and spiced fish," he said and Sirius was almost a dog again, salivating over the fogged up containers. "Meatballs and Morrocan lamb."

"You're in for a treat, my girl," Sirius smiled at her as he started cracking open the tupperware.

Lupin beamed happily, seeing his friend so gleeful. All the anxiety about her trial tomorrow disappitated, she was grinning from ear to ear as Sirius quickly plated her up a dish. Just the other day he was losing his mind that Harper hadn't tried any Asian food before. Sirius then lamented he would take her on a journey of taste and introduce to her the different food the world had to offer. He'd attempted to make tacos that night, but burnt the corn, much to Tonks disbelief such a thing was possible.

"Merlin!" Lupin suddenly screamed, jumping from the table. "There's still doxies in here, Sirius!"

"Where?!" Her godfather shuddered, quickly scrambling to his feet as he shoved a saucy spoon of Morroccan meatball in his mouth. He then proceeded to mumble violently as to where the doxy was. Even after Mrs. Weasley's vigorous cleaning attempts, doxies and boggarts still resided in spare corners of Grimmauld Place. "Where!?" Sirius shrieked again, the spoon still in his mouth. He clambered backwards so quickly he took out an ancient lampshade and pile of books.