Hidden Identity ~Larry AU~

Chapter Four

~Chapter Four~

"Alright, Harry, we're making a turkey and some sugar cookies tonight," Harry's mum said when Harry arrived home from school the next day.

His hair was ruffled up and his arm was scratched up from some jocks pushing him into a set of lockers at school that day. But the second his mum greeted him with a hug and a kiss on the forehead, Harry felt much better.

"Kay. Put on the album you had on yesterday, please,"

He slipped off his jacket and beanie and washed his hands. Harry heard the music come on and he was lost within it. He sang along loudly to the songs as he danced around the kitchen. Harry felt peaceful like this. He felt comfortable...welcome in the kitchen. Harry loved cooking. He loved the way he could mix a whole bunch of random things together and make something that was enjoyable. How his creations were eatable and he could see his mother enjoy them. He loved getting lost in TSR's music as he smoothly mix dough together or baked something until it was perfect. He loved to cook because it was something he could do right.

Once finished with the turkey, stuffed with stuffing, and sugar cookies in shapes of flowers, Anne and Harry left. Every winter, their church took in homeless people for a week and Harry and Anne always made stuff for them. For Harry, he would bake something new everyday. Anne made blankets and knitted hats and gloves to keep them warm, since she was so rubbish at anything involving food ('cept eating of course). 

They were greeted warmly at the entrance of the church and ushered into the kitchen. Anne stayed in the kitchen and helped load food onto serving platters. Harry went out and set the table. He set the plates down smoothly and smiled when a little girl walked up to him.

"You're pretty," the little girl said

Harry smiled, falling to a crouch next to her, "Thanks, sweetie. So are you. What's your name?" he asked softly

The little girls face lit up, "My name is Mary and I'm six! Mommy says the same thing. She says I'm going to do something big when I grow up." She stopped suddenly, looking shy, "What's your name?" 

"Your mommy is right, you will do something big when you've grown up. My name is Harry and I'm nineteen. Do you want to help me set the table?" Harry said happily

Mary just nodded and helped place napkins next to the plates, Harry placed forks and spoons on top of them. Mary excitedly talked about her mother and the dresses that she liked and her friends at school. Harry listened intently. When they were finished, Harry gave her a high five and told he would be back tomorrow and they could talk again.

"Do you promise?" Mary said

Harry smiled softly, "I'll do you one better", He stuck out his right pinky, "I pinky promise." 

She giggled, locking her pinky with his. Then Mary hugged Harry and told him to be a good boy. Harry waved her goodbye before turning and walking a back to the kitchen. Anne greeted him with a hug and they waved goodbye to the other volunteers.

"You have a way with children," Anne commented as she started the car

Harry smiled, "They're so full of hopes and dreams. Its beautiful," He says, looking out the car window as they started to drive.

Anne smiled, " I remember when you were like that. You weren't like the other kids though. You didn't want to be a superhero or a firefighter, or something that typical boys want to be. Since you were young Harry, all you've wanted to do is fall in love. I remember you coming home one day from pre-school crying because you said some girl broke your heart. I just gave you a kiss on the cheek and a cookie and you sat there for the rest of the afternoon thinking of how to win her over," Anne smiled faintly