Thread: A Matter of Mind (HP)- Moon/Lounger

Harry ignored Nathaniel's comment about stopping there. he was mulish, he knew that much at least. he was stubborn, and strong, and no one could make him do anything he didn't want to ever again... he had done what others wanted his entire life, he wasn't going to do that anymore... how he knew this, he didn't know, but it made him feel... good, to set down that 'rule' for himself. i'm used to working even though i hurt... Harry commented before he paused, looking baffled by that statement. ...yes, that's right... i'm used to being hurt... he muttered, shuddering a little before he resumed cooking. i'll get better. he decided suddenly. i'll get STRONG, and then no one can hurt me again, no matter who they are. he decided. i'll get a stick of my own, and learn to do all sorts of powerful things, and then no one can ever make me do anything. he decided as he poured the tomatoes into the hamburger, as well as a half a dozen things from various jars and bottles. he even added butter to the spaghetti sauce while the noodles cooked and he smiled. i like to cook. he stated suddenly. this is nice, i like this. he admitted with a nod. want to taste? he asked, dipping a spoon into the sauce and holding it out to the other. one thing was for certain, Harry was a good cook, and he'd clearly been cooking for a while, considering the ease in which he was doing it. he hadn't even glanced at the jars of herbs before adding them, he just added them, and it tasted wonderfully. Your a wizard, right? Harry asked suddenly as he started plating the food. i'm one too right? i have a stick and i can make bones heal and stuff? he asked as he set the plates on the table ad sat down, hesitating as if he wasn't sure he should be sitting there before he shrugged it off and started mixing the noodles and the sauce together so that everything was evenly distributed. you can show me how to work the stick, right? he asked, blinking at Nathaniel as he ate some of his food, humming happily as he started to fill his empty belly. somehow he knew this was the first thing he'd eaten in days. it was wonderfully warm and filling and delicious and he was highly pleased with himself for making it. he himself had no idea about the Ministry, not really, but Nathaniel's 'instinct' was probobly more common sense than anything else. after all, even though the ministry had no choice but to admit that the Dark Lord was back, they had spent all of last year claiming that Harry was a deranged lunatic. in fact, no one had ever apologized for that, nor had they said anything about Harry stopping the Dark Lord in the middle of the Ministry. probobly because they didn't want to admit that a group of six children had managed to break into the Ministries most secure level without any difficulty at all. i'm good at cooking. Harry chirped, looking very pleased with himself as he scraped his plate clean. i'm getting more. i can't beleive how hungry i am. he admitted. granted, with the level of healing that Harry had undergone, that was probobly to be expected, so he made himself a second plate and had that swallowed down as well, humming the Hogwarts School song under his breath, seemingly unaware of what he was singing at all. Hogwarts Hoggy Warty Hogwarts... Harry snickered a little as he polished off the last of his meal and then blinked at Nathaniel. you don't talk much do you Nathaniel? Harry asked after a moment, feeling awkward about how quiet the other was.