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Shake it, Bake it, Brew it	By : Blackkitten23 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 70336 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 30
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(I’m thinking)
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Five, homework … he grudgingly added mentally to the long list and finally went to sleep …
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Emerald eyes fluttered open and Harry smiled at the sunlight. Never in his life has he ever slept so well. The nightmares that used to plague him gave him a merciful break to allow him to heal and rest for a night.
After stretching and making his joints pop he changed into part of his school uniform … they were the only decent clothes he had … and headed downstairs to make breakfast … or brunch as it seems, it was 10:00! Now that was a good sleep! As he passed his cell he spotted the loaf of bread sitting next to his cot. He shrugged and picked it up. With the loaf in hand he head downstairs and into the kitchen.
“I bet no one thought this loaf of bread would be so satisfying for me” Harry snickered as he made three pieces of buttered toast with fruit and scrambled eggs. This was a chance to finally put weight on. He knew that he was way too skinny, but what can you do under the Dursleys’ brand of tender loving care?
Neville was the first and only person who seemed to notice and kindly tried to get him to eat more little by little. The kind Gryffindor actually carried snacks with him and always offered them to Harry even after getting detention from Professor Snape for bringing food into class! That’s brave!
Harry felt a warmth in his heart as he thought of the one person who really seemed to care and felt a few tears escape. He wiped the tears away and poured himself a big glass of milk. Neville is what he would call a true friend. Ron and Hermione never gave him that kind of advice or attention, which reinforced some suspicions he had about his so called ‘friends’ …
He sat down at the small spot on the table that wasn’t covered in books and carefully ate his food so he didn’t upset his stomach by eating too much too fast. The 50 or so books were stacked in six piles with the titles facing outwards for easy viewing. In front of his meal were the charms book he was reading, the potions book where he found the potion recipes he has used so far, the bottomless bag filled with potion ingredients and his homework.
That tracking charm will be off him if the tests he had in mind went right. Of course if someone put a tracker on him why not his stuff too? The realization nearly made him choke on his milk. He put his glass down, cleared his airways of the milk he inhaled and took his trunk out of the cupboard. After grabbing his wand he checked for a charm. Right in the center of the trunk directly under the handle was a gray glowing tracking charm.
This trunk was everything he owned … Hedwig fluttered downstairs with a mouse hanging from her beak … Harry froze. If someone went so far to put tracking charms on him and his stuff would they also put one on Hedwig?
“umm … Hedwig … I found another trace” the owl’s head spun in his direction giving him her full attention “this one is on my trunk and it made me wonder if … if someone would go that far …” he wasn’t sure how to explain it, but he didn’t have to. Hedwig got the gist of it and fluttered over the him. She perched on his trunk. If there was one thing Hedwig wanted it was to keep Harry safe and she will be damned if someone used her to find him.
With a wave of his wand and an incantation they got their answer when a gray glow was coming from Hedwig’s side just under the left wing. That snowy owl was not happy at all!
Harry was trying really hard to keep his temper in check “Ok … if I cast my own tracker on something to fix this-ow” Harry pouted and rubbed his hand where Hedwig nipped him. before he could saying anything she pointed her wing at his half finished breakfast “oh, right … food first. Yes ma’am” he blushed lightly and sat back down. He was being chastised by an owl!
As he stabbed the helpless pieces of fruit and devoured them he casually read the charms book to get ready for his tests. Hedwig quickly finished her meal too and fluttered back ready to get rid of this unwanted addition. With all his food eaten Harry cleaned up and went to the living room. He took a little knick knack of a frog fishing off the mantel and sat on the couch.
“now lets see, where should we start? How does it feel to cast a tracking charm?” he tapped the frog and said the incantation. To his surprise he felt a small bond with the object, but he still checked to be sure and sure enough there was a gray glow where he tapped “wicked … now to remove it” he whispered another incantation and jumped in shock as he felt something like a rubber band snapping him in the chest. With a quick check it was confirmed … there was no glow!
Now for the tough part “alright … now what to move it to?” Hedwig fluttered over and handed Harry a plastic figure of Dudley’s “thanks Hedwig” Harry set the plastic figure on his lap and cast the tracking charm on the frog again.
After checking that it was in place he tried to simply tap the frog and pull the charm off. It didn’t work so he tried a few different things. He tried with the incantation for removing the charm, but with different wand strokes but it always ended with the charm being broken “this isn’t working. It’s too … stiff. It’s either nothing or remove. I need some flexibility- … maybe it can only be done without a wand”
So far using a wand for this task wasn’t working so trying without it might be the trick. After reapplying the charm Harry set his wand on the cushion next to him and placed his right hand over the frog. He said the removing incantation and carefully tugged … he could feel his magic gently pulling the charm upwards instead of tossing it away!
“crap … so close” he sighed as he lost focus and dropped the charm destroying it if the snap he felt was any indication, but this was great! He did almost move it!
Hedwig hooted happily, but tugged Harry’s collar urging him to take a break and Harry reluctantly agreed. He set the frog and plastic figure aside and went to make lunch. As he ate he let his body rest. Only a few spells and he was drained so after he fixes this tracking spell issue he will focus on homework and potion … he realized that he forgot to make a nutrition potion!
“alright lets give this another try, ready?” Hedwig hooted in excitement as Harry sat back on the plush brown couch and took the frog and figure. Without using his wand he reapplied the charm and tried the process again …
Focusing solely on pulling the charm Harry said the removing incantation and carefully tugged the charm away. He could actually see the charm fluttering in his hand as he set the frog aside and grabbed the plastic figure.
Problem was how did he make the tracking charm stick to the figure?
Without any better ideas he simply gripped the figure and pressed the charm into it … he slowly removed his hand and gave the figure a shake.
There wasn’t any snapping feeling of the charm being destroyed, the bond seemed unaffected so did it work? Harry picked up his wand and tapped the figure revealing a gray glow …
“it worked!” Harry cheered, overjoyed at the discovery! He practiced a couple more times moving the charm back and forth until he was sure that he could handle it before finally removing it.
Next moving his and Hedwig’s charms, but to what? It would have to be something that can be hidden on their bodies until they didn’t want it. If they were seen by the person who put them on them that will realize something is wrong especially if they don’t feel the tracker when he or she is looking right at Harry!
Yeah … that would be a give away …
Harry sighed “this is becoming more and more complicated with each step … I could move my tracker to a button and sew it to my robes, but what should I do for you Hedwig. We don’t know who put these charms on us so if we’re seen and the person can’t feel the tracker we’ll be found out. We have to wear the charms until we want to disappear-of course! Can I have the letter carrier on your leg?”
Hedwig fluttered from Vernon’s chair to the couch right behind Harry. Harry popped off the little metal tube that was snuggly attached to the owl’s left leg. It was for carrying small items aren’t beak friendly and works as an identifier for post offices … and even better, Harry knew Hedwig could take it off easily if needed!
“perfect … ready girl?” Harry asked. He grinned as his familiar plopped down on the couch cushion next to him. He tapped her and said the incantation to reveal the charm. Once he had the green glow in sight he put his wand down and began lifting the charm away from his feathered friend. Harry noticed Hedwig shudder as he pulled the charm off her “I’m sorry girl” he said quickly not wanting to lose focus
There was zero room for error …
Fluttering of the tracker tickled his palm as he held the carrier close to it and pressed them together. His heart was ramming in his chest as he held the carrier against the disembodied charm praying that this will work. Finally after holding it for nearly three times longer than his test he dared to let go and got his wand …
One tap, one incantation and they had their answer in the form a bright gray glow coming from the carrier … it worked! The tracking charm was stuck to the carrier! Now for Harry’s tracker …
The young wizard popped the carrier back on her leg and fumbled through the drawers for the sewing kit. He had a lot of jobs at the Dursleys’ including fixing anything ripped or torn. With the kit in hand he plopped down on the couch. Hedwig flew around a couple times happily before taking her place on Vernon’s chair.
Harry opened the sewing kit and poked around the different buttons. Mere seconds later he pulled out a solid black button without any shine. A simple tap of his wand and incantation later he saw the creepy glow on his ankle.
The wand was set aside …
Harry set his glowing ankle on his other leg while holding the button in his left hand. His right hand hovered over the tainted ankle and he said the incantation. It was clear now why Hedwig shuddered before … having a tracking charm slowly pulled off was painful. Not terrible, but it was definitely an unpleasant burning sensation.
That fluttering in his right hand told him that the trace was free and one step remained … the button and tracking charm were held together. When Harry was sure there was enough time he set the button next to him picked up his wand … it was revealed that the tracking charm was successfully moved to a button!
“thank Merlin … I need a break” Harry put the frog back on the mantel, tossed the figure back on Dudley’s game console where he assumed it was and opened his trunk “if I sew this on my robes it should be fine. I won’t be able to run around as Hogwarts without my robe … that might get weird over the weekends … I’ll think about that, but now what to do about this tracking charm?”
The tracking charm on his trunk may not need to be removed at all. He wondered as he fixed the button to the inside of his robe near the opening to his right sleeve. It was something to consider at least, but now he had to make some nutrition potions and start his homework.
After tucking his trunk away in the cupboard and picked up the potion book he was using, but found nothing. Flipping through the pages revealed something else though … a reference to a book that has all the potions for reversing all the damage done by malnutrition!
“please tell me I stole that” Harry muttered to himself as he skimmed through the books “YES!” he cheered and fished the large and advanced potions volume out of the stack of books. Thank Merlin he raided the library!
Harry flipped through the book “here it is, I think I have just enough for one batch, but that’s all I need” he put the cauldron on the stove and checked all the ingredients to be sure he had everything before starting.
This potion took some time so he started looking at his homework as he listened carefully to the potion. He finished the charms essay before even needing to add the next ingredient. Nine counter clockwise turns later he sat down and worked on the transfiguration essay, which took a little research in the books. It was difficult to keep an eye on the potion and do homework, but he pulled it off and it will be worth it …
“finally, it’s giving off blue puffs. Time to bottle” Harry poured the potion into six empty vials and frowned … he only had four more empty vials left “well I can’t do anymore potions without a plan, but first, dose one” he downed the first nutrition potion. The book said to take six, one each day at the same time “first dose at 7:05. Next one tomorrow, same time … now I have six empty vials once I clean this one, but I can’t do the Height restoring potion without more Mandrake root”
It wasn’t an immediate problem so Harry put his completed potions away and made dinner. As he roasted some veggies and chicken a thought came to mind … what would happen if he roasted the Mandrake? Roasting works to strengthen flavors so maybe it will strengthen the Mandrake.
Worth a shot … sadly he didn’t feel like he had many choices. Maybe the Ministry would’ve been a place to go to get help, but why the hell would he trust them when no one was coming to investigate his under age magic … that and thanks to his lapse of sanity he could be arrested for stealing as far as he knew even if he could’ve died in that cell. The Ministry was not an option!
Harry casually munched on his dinner as he double checked the homework he finished so far and then completed the rest. After correcting his grammar and spelling thoroughly he realized that that went much faster than he thought. So many people complain, but it only took one evening … 5 hours or so. Even Snape’s essay was actually pretty simple.
Of course it helped that he stole the library …
Yet another thing out of the way! He placed his completed homework in his trunk and cleaned the plates and cauldron. The plates were put away, but the cauldron was set up again for the Height restore, which will be a quick one … albeit very complicated.
“mandrake is in so lets start” Harry muttered to himself s he dumped the last of the Mandrake root on a tray and put it in the oven. Mixing the first three things as instructed turned the liquid white and four clockwise turns created a gray steam “all good so far” he pulled out the now crispy mandrake root and slid it in as the potion bubbled.
Well … it didn’t blow up … that’s a good sign!
After completing the other steps he looked at the final product … it was the right yellow color, but it looked very pale. Harry just shrugged it off. He was still going to try it. He bottled the potion in the remaining vials, cleaned the cauldron and let them cool as he went to take a hot shower. The water rolling down his scarred back was relaxing in a way. His mind cleared for a few minutes and all his troubles melted away … until he got out and realized he will need to get himself clothes and added that to his growing list.
Harry slipped into his school uniform pants again, drank a Height restorer and looked at the remaining ingredients … it might be possible, but he was too tired to think of the potion theory.
Sleep was calling him so he went upstairs and slept in the guest room again …
However, somewhere around midnight Harry began to sweat profusely and thrashed restlessly in his sleep. The sweat soaked sheets were eventually kicked away, but the young wizard some how stayed asleep … good thing too …
Pain nagged his entire body …
Bones crackled …
Limbs grew longer …
Muscles were stretched …
He woke up early that morning feeling … different … sore and very weak. Harry groped around for his glasses and placed them on his nose.
Yeah, something was off. With slow and careful movements he slid off the bed and nearly fell over. The reflexes of a seeker were the only reason he managed to catch the bed before falling to the floor.
“bloody hell … this is strange” he gasped. With shear determination he inched his way downstairs and sat at the book covered table “the book said I’d feel a little sore, but only after three doses” he bit out through pained pants. His body burned all over and he felt weak. The only thing he thought would help would be a nutrition potion so he took the second and third doses early with a pain reliever and relaxed with a transfiguring book for a while to give his body time to recover.
A section on unlocking a one’s Animagus peeked Harry’s interest and he set the book aside when he finished it to remember to go back to it. Since he was feeling better he got up and made a big breakfast. However the second he stood he realized why he felt so off … he grew seven whole inches! His height went from too small for his age to too tall all in one night!
No wonder he felt so weak and sore, his body went over board and depleted all of his nutrients. What would’ve have happened if he didn’t take a nutrition potion before he went to sleep? Could he have died? … he didn’t want to think about it, but this does answer the question of roasting mandrake. Doing so provides a big power punch to a potion and he is pretty sure he won’t need the other height restoring doses …
5 fried eggs, bacon, a big bowl of fruit and three slices of French toast with a tall glass of milk and another glass of water. It was a big breakfast for him, but he had to regain all the nutrients he lost because of that growth spurt … it will take a while to eat though, his stomach wasn’t used to big meals.
As he ate he looked at the remaining ingredients he had left on the counter with the cauldron “I can’t go to the magical world with a disguise made by magic cause someone might see or sense it … if I can use a potion to change some things then maybe … it will need to work like a dye” he muttered between bites of egg “if I can do that and get to Gringotts I can buy everything I need … Snape’s replacement ingredients … muggle clothes … groceries … a muggle trunk and bag, I’d like to charm everything myself after studying up on it … if I can get them to shrink I can hide it in my trunk with the tracker and that can be an emergency kit” dump the tracked trunk, take the kit and no would know. He finished his eggs and munched on the bacon.
Hedwig was probably out flying around, lucky owl. It would be nice to fly too, but he wasn’t allowed to take the broomstick with him. A few minutes later he finished his breakfast and continued reading the many other books. The next book was ‘Magical Creatures’, it was fascinating! Hippogriffs, Basilisks, Cockatrice, Mermaids, Phoenixes and …
Kneazles … Harry slammed the book shut “how can I be so selfish and bloody stupid?!” yelled the green eyed wizard as he clumsily dove for the bag and yanked out the invisibility cloak. With the cloak wrapped around him he ran out of the house and towards Ms. Figg’s house. In his haste he realized he forgot his wand, but he whispered the unlocking spell and continued to get in the squib’s home without it.
Tripping over several cat toys right when he walked in didn’t even slow him down “she said she locked them up … where are they?” he shut the door to prevent any cats from getting out and quietly looked around.
A first nothing seemed off until he spotted scratches around a small cabinet next to the stove. There was a big padlock hanging from the handle securing the door shut … not unlike what his cell was like.
“Alohomora” he whispered ignoring the fact that he scared a house cat with his voice seemingly coming from nowhere. The padlock popped off and he recoiled at the smell. A sinking feeling hit him as he gently pulled the two furry creatures out of the prison. He gently set them down and was relieved to see them breathing. With a quick flick he snapped the padlock back on the cage door and locked it. Ms. Figg will not know right away that they’re gone …
Harry doubted she’d care anyway. It took a little adjusting, but he found a way to hold both kneazles while remaining hidden under the cloak. With the cloak secured by his teeth and kneazles tucked under his arms he nudged the door open with his finger and kicked it closed before running back to the Dursleys’ house.
The door was nudged open and he rushed in not caring that he let the cloak drop to the floor. Hedwig jumped as she was startled by Harry running to the couch. Handling the Kneazles as if they were glass he laid them side by side on the plush couch.
Enchanting creatures … the two Kneazles were clearly starved and felt a little slimy from the foul smelling gunk in their fur, but they were gorgeous! They reminded Harry of a documentary he was lucky enough to watch when Vernon fell asleep. Big cats was the subject … they looked like a cross between Cheetahs, Tigers and Clouded leopards except their ears were larger and pointed. Both ears and their tails have a tuff of black fur at the tip. There wasn’t a mane like the book mentioned, but they were probably a different or rare breed … a big jungle Kneazle breed. Either way it didn’t matter …
Despite still not being fully adjusted to his new height Harry stumbled into the kitchen. He filled two bowls with water and put the leftover chicken from the night before on a stack of two plates. Water sloshed around as the dark haired wizard made his way back to the living room.
“Ms. Figg is horrid. I can understand if she’s bitter, but to take it out on a creature … it’s not right” Harry muttered as he pulled the chicken to pieces and put an equal amount on each plate. Setting the bowls of water down next to the plates and carefully dipping his right hand in the water was next. Harry allowed a few drops of the precious liquid onto each of the magical cats lips.
Light gray dry tongues flicked out to catch the drops much to Harry’s relief. Two pairs of golden eyes snapped open and eyed him warily “I won’t hurt you” the wizard said softly and slowly backed away making sure they could see his hands at all times. He opened two windows and propped open the backdoor making it clear that he wasn’t stopping them from leaving.
While keeping his movements slow he went to put his cloak away and sat down to continue reading. A clattering made him glance at the kneazles who were eating the chicken “don’t eat too fast. Trust me, you’ll get sick”
Both large felines glanced at him … and to his surprise slowed down their eating. The book did say that Kneazles were smart. Harry watched the cats quietly … how anyone could believe such big beautiful felines had any relation to Ms. Figg’s beloved long haired flat faced cats he just couldn’t fathom. Maybe her clients are idiots … or blind. He noticed that the larger Kneazle had a limp and wondered if there were more injuries under the fur or because they were crammed in a tiny space.
Fur, which needed a good cleaning, was short and exotic with its black strips, splotches and speckles over a deep, rich golden brown coat and maybe some white on their bellies … the smaller kneazle having the strips with speckles and the larger having large splotches with speckles and one black strip going down its spine. He wondered if he could run a bath for them without losing an arm. When Harry wasn’t too to keen on getting caught by those claws. The kneazles really looked like jungle cats from the size to the claws. Weight wise they were fur and bones, but that will change.
“I’m going have to get to Gringotts soon if I’m going to have to pay for two more mouths, but how? … I should be alright for three more days for food” he pondered out loud as he slipped up the stairs to fill the bathtub with water. Once he turned the water off he checked the temperature “that should be good. Nice and warm … now maybe I can coax them in-” Harry froze mid step with his foot still in the air. The kneazles were sitting right in the bathroom with him.
(how did I not hear them?) Harry shock off the thoughts and kneeled next to the tub “I drew you both a bath” they looked at him curiously, but eventually inched towards the bath “would you like some help?” the wizard asked the larger kneazle with the limp. The first response was a growl forcing Harry to back up, but the feline seemed to relent after seeing the wizard help the other one in so Harry gently picked it up and lowered it in the warm water.
All Harry could feel was sharp bones jutting out beneath the fur do to being neglected as he scrubbed away the filth … of course he wasn’t in any better shape …
After a little time they allowed Harry to scrub their fur, working out the mats, knots and clumps of filthy sludge exposing their fur. He was happy that he didn’t find any noticeable injuries and that they weren’t afraid of water, but he did find that they were both females. The murky water went down the drain as the bath was done and one at a time Harry lifted both slippery cats out. He gently rubbed them dry with a fluffy towel making them purr happily.
“I don’t know what to call you both … can I name you?” he asked tentatively, he didn’t want to do so if that’s not what they wanted. The smaller kneazle nuzzled his hand and soon the other did too. Harry thought a moment … constellations make nice names “how about Lyra” he pointed to the smaller kneazle “and Libra” he looked at the larger one.
The young wizard smiled as the kneazles purred … it seems they liked the names …
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