July at Godric's Hollow was fun and Harry loved every moment with his family. He had found a journal from that universe's Harry Potter and read throughout it to begin understanding his life. There were some interesting things he had not "seen" as he remembered that Harry Potter's life. He knew that if he was reading this journal, his counterpart must be reading his by now. Or would once he was able to open the wards on the trunk around on the necklace. Harry smirked, thinking that kid was in for it now. Nothing would obviously happen to him since he was of Potter blood, but he was going to have his hands full learning spell damage repair until he got the hang of wards down.
Nearing his one-month anniversary, after he was done training early in the morning, he decided to do something nice for his family. He decided to cook breakfast. It was still early when he got started in the kitchen. Working, he quickly got lost in thoughts of doing something like this on a consistent basis when he'd had his own family when he'd married his Ginny. For the past month he noticed he was thinking of her less and less. Smiling, he realized that he was building a set of good memories to put in the same area as having a girlfriend. Namely, that of interacting with his family.
Harry was a great cook thanks to the laziness of the Dursley's, but even with all the exposure he'd had around the stove, he hadn't varied the menu much. During those few brief times he expanded his culinary skills, he'd been rebuffed not to do it again. Those times usually resulted in him having to spend hours in his cupboard trying to heal or shake off the rough punches his uncle had thrown into his gullet.
Tight-lipped, he didn't notice when his mum and sister Shelia walked in on him. He simply concentrated on the pans and fryer. He'd learned early on that Shelia did the majority of the breakfast cooking with her mum pitching in when asked. Usually it was to keep an eye on something or get an object out of the fridge. Harry could tell a few times it was mainly busy work to keep his mum from helping make breakfast. He loved his mum - all the kids did, but her cooking skills… well, that was another story.
Lily and Shelia had come downstairs when they both smelled something that got their mouths watering. Lily got up thinking that Shelia must have gotten up early to make her family something extra special that day. Shelia got up thinking there must have been an intruder because there was no way that was her mum's cooking. She stopped by the kitchen door, next to her mum, seeing that it was Harry doing the cooking. Making a huge spread, and humming while doing it.
Something weird was going on. Had been since Harry returned from his outing that night, Shelia thought. Harry never hummed. He never cooked before either, come to think of it.
Harry was thinking of an odd comment that Mrs. Weasley had once said to him: that he'd make the perfect husband one day as long as he could cook. Smirking at the thought, he turned around the start setting the table only to see it was already occupied. His eyes went big and he quickly stopped, trying to think of a quick cover for why he was up. He hadn't really gotten that far when the notion to make breakfast had taken him.
"Uh… er… um… good morning," he said weakly.
"Morning, dear," his mum replied. She pointed. "Nice apron. Don't I have one just like it?"
"Uh… er… um… this is yours." Harry smiled and removed it.
Lily stood up and broke into an infectious grin. "I'm kidding, Harry. Go ahead and wear it. It helps keep you clean."
Harry retied the apron over his blue jeans and white t-shirt as his sister spoke up. "Wow, big brother, I never knew you could cook." She eyed the food hungrily.
Harry stuttered, "Uhh… yeah I do… I mean, I've been practicing cooking spells while you guys haven't been in the kitchen. I wanted to do something special for you girls since you always have to put up with us lazy guys." Harry remembered what the old Harry had written in his journal months ago: that he'd wanted to cook a special meal but the cooking spells he'd been able to master only boiled water or put out grease fires. That last one had proven handy days later when "old" Harry had talked with his mum while she made her famous steak flambé.
Lily smiled and kissed Harry on the cheek, murmuring, "I'm so proud of you Harry."
Harry blushed while Sheila made a barfing comment. Harry didn't mind the jest; he took it as a compliment. He never had people like family commenting on his food before.
"Hey what's that smell? It smells great! Did we get a house-elf? Just kidding! So which of my girls created this feast?" James exclaimed while looking at the French-toast, eggs, sausage, biscuits, and pancakes when he entered the kitchen with Harry's other brother.
Lily giggled with her daughters when James kissed her.
"It wasn't me," Sheila immediately said.
"Nor me," Rose added coming in after her brothers.
"Sorry James, I wasn't the one cooking this time," Lily said smiling.
"I knew that," James said before shutting his mouth quickly and eyeing his ever-so-beautiful wife nervously.
Her eyes narrowed. "You don't like my cooking?" she intimidated.
"Of course I like it, my ever-so-beautiful wife," he smarmed.
"Then why don't you think I could have created this sumptuous feast?"
"Ah, but Lily you could have created it. Only it didn't have your flair, your style, your grace surrounding it."
"You're lying… but I love you anyway."
"That's right, Harry cooked it," Shelia said munching on some home made apple fritters.
"What? Harry…? You cooked it? Wow, when did you learn how to…"
"Wow!" Rose said, eyeing the spread. "This smells great."
"Is it poisoned?" Leon asked.
"No you moron, its great! Sorry mum, no offense but Harry's food tastes a lot better," Shelia said open-mouthed.
James knew that if he wanted to avoid sleeping on the couch tonight, he had better come to his wife's defense.