A Proper Family

What if Peter Pettigrew hadn't escaped? What if, in Harry's third year, Sirius was found innocent? This is the story of what would happen if, starting in his third year, Harry Potter was raised by his godfather.

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7. Breakfast

The next morning Harry woke to the rising sun. He crept carefully around Ron's camp bed, and silently opened the bedroom door.

Harry moved stealthily down the stairs and into the kitchen. He began to move about, taking out pans and dishes. Harry was used to making breakfast on his own, for he did it quite often at the Dursleys. This time however, Harry did not shuffle around moodily while he cooked. Instead he moved swiftly and cheerfully, excited to share his homemade breakfast with Ron and Hermione.

Just then, Hermione entered the kitchen. She was already changed for the day and smiled at Harry cheerfully. "Good morning Harry!" Hermione said with a smile.

"Morning." Harry responded.

Hermione strolled into the kitchen and began stirring the scrambled eggs.

"You don't have to do that." Harry said quickly.

"Don't be silly," Hermione said. "It's the least I can do."

Harry grinned as he listened to the sound of sizzling bacon. Then a creaking on the staircase made Harry look up from the waffle maker.

Ron was shuffling into the kitchen and rubbing his eyes. He pulled up a stool and sat down at the kitchen counter.

"Morning Ron." Harry said. Ron grunted in response. Hermione turned around.

"Oh, good! Now that we're all awake I wanted to discuss what we want to do today. Of course I've already got a list of ideas but I was thinking we should discuss a schedule of sorts."

Ron rolled his eyes. "Hermione it's summer vacation, what could we possible have to do?" he asked.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Ron, we're in one of the most prominent wizarding villages in the country. I was hoping we could do some sightseeing! Although I'm sure Harry's already seen everything." Hermione added defeatedly.

Harry shook his head quickly. "No, not at all. I've been walking around the Muggle shops and stuff but I don't know any of the wizarding history or anything."

Hermione beamed and clapped her jeans together. "Wonderful! Well, I was hoping that we could visit the statue of Godric Gryffindor out in the meadow. And then of course we have to try and visit Bathilda Bagshot." she finished bossily.

"Who?" Harry and Ron asked simultaneously.

Hermione looked aghast. "Bathilda Bagshot, author of A History of Magic. She's only one of the most well known authors in the wizarding world. She lives just down the street from..." Hermione hesitated, biting her lip.

"What is it?" Harry asked warily. "Where does she live?"

Hermione sighed and answered, "She lives down the street from where You-know-who... where he killed your parents. She lives near your old house, Harry." Hermione finished breathlessly.

"Oh." Harry said quietly. He had been avoiding that subject for the sole reason that he hadn't yet seen the house where Voldemort killed his parents. Sirius and Remus had offered to show him once, but Harry refused so quickly and fiercely that they let the subject fade.

"Anyway," Hermione continued quietly. "She's a very intriguing woman. I've written her an owl asking if we could come over and ask her a few questions about her works. I'll expect her answer soon, I sent it before I arrived here." Hermione finished.

"I dunno, Hermione." Ron murmured. "I don't think Harry wants-" Harry cut Ron off.

"Yeah, let's go. Should be interesting, eh? I've never met a successful author before, much less one who's a witch." Harry said firmly.

Ron and Hermione glanced uneasily at each other. Then, Ron nodded slowly. "Um... yeah, okay Harry. Hermione we can go stop by for tea. Just for a short while though, okay?" Ron addd under his breath. Hermione nodded curtly. Then, with a side glance at Harry, she continued to make breakfast.

Harry stared hard down at the frying pan, the sizzling bacon before him. What did it matter that they were going near his parents old house? It's not like they were going into the house itself. Harry realized he wasn't at all upset about visiting Bathilda Bagshot.

Although if he wasn't upset, he probably wouldn't have let the bacon burn to a crisp.

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