The hardest part of living with Sirius? Both he and Icy were horrible cooks. Sirius had been raised with a house elf cooking every meal for him, and Icy had grown up eating tasteless Dementor slop. Neither of the two trusted Kreacher enough to eat anything he had cooked, and so they mostly ate cereal, and instant ramen. Because of this, and the fact that the house was infested with dark creatures and dust, Sirius and Icy had vowed to leave the country for a bit.
The trio had gone on holiday for two weeks after picking Harry up from the Dursley's. Both Harry and Icy's first holiday ever. They stayed in a resort in Mexico, and spent their weeks relaxing. Simply enjoying worry-free beach life. However, the trio's vacation had been cut short by an odd dream Harry had described to Icy and Sirius. Voldemort seemed to be regaining power, he had killed a muggle man, and so they returned to England.
The first thing Harry had done upon entering Sirius's family home was cook the pair a proper meal. Or, as proper as a fourteen year old boy could cook. He had made them spaghetti and meatballs, and thoroughly shocked Sirius and Icy by enlisting Kreacher's help.
The two were sitting at the dining room table, trying to enjoy their warm meal as Harry scolded them for vilifying Kreacher.
"You two are ridiculous. Haven't I ever told you about Dobby? He's a house-elf. He practically saved my life in second year," Harry started, giving Icy a glare as she slurped her pumpkin juice.
"He nearly killed you in doing that. Plus, Kreacher is a complete arsehole Harry! You'd understand our wariness if you'd been living here." said Icy, brushing him off. "He handed me a mug full of maggots the other day. Maggots! Think of what he'd do if he got the chance to cook."
"-and I can't even begin to imagine what Mrs. Weasley would think of the two of you right now. She's going to be furious when she sees you, you're both skin and bones!" Harry continued lecturing them.
Someone sneezed, and the three whipped their heads around.
"Ron!" a grin spread across Harry's face as he noticed his friend's head in the fire. "What are you doing here?"
"You and Icy are late, Mum's worried. You were supposed to show up hours ago!" impossibly enough, Ron seemed to have gained even more freckles over the summer. Icy had to contain a laugh as he rubbed his nose, and some of the freckles seemed to come off. For once, he actually did have dirt on his face.
Sirius looked from Icy to Harry, his eyes sad. "I can't believe the two of you are leaving me so soon," He said. "We've barely spent a fortnight together, and the two of you kept sneaking off."
Ron's eyes widened and Harry's ears turned pink.
"It's the World Cup, Padfoot!" said Icy, her eyes rolling. "When do you reckon it'll be held in England again? We'll write you from school, I promise."
"Plus you'll have a chance to make this house habitable in the meantime," joked Harry
"I suppose I will," said Sirius, looking solemn.
"You could always join us, Sirius," said Icy. "How hard is it really, finding a ticket? You have an Order of Merlin, for gods's sake. And a governmental pardon."
"You're right, Ice," Sirius smirked. "I'm Sirius Black. Who's going to deny me entrance?"
"No one would dare," Icy returned his smile. "We'll meet you there?"
"No funny business you two- I mean it. These are dangerous times, keep your heads on straight, and your wits about you. And Harry- keep your invisibility cloak nearby at all times," Sirius surveyed the three, and then said "Well, go on!"
Emerald flames licked the area where Ron's head had been a moment before. Harry and Icy interlinked their fingers, and stepped into the hearth together.
"The Burrow!"
