Rosabella Black |Daughter Of Sirius Black| (Book 5)

Seen and Unseen

Rosabella's Point of View:
Luna said vaguely that she did not know how soon Rita’s interview with Harry would appear in The Quibbler, that her father was expecting a lovely long article on recent sightings of Crumple Horned Snorkacks.
  
“And, of course, that’ll be a very important story, so Harry’s might have to wait for the following issue.” Luna said.

Harry had not found it an easy experience to talk about the night when Voldemort had returned. Rita had pressed him for every little detail, and he had given her everything he could remember, knowing that this was his one big opportunity to tell the world the truth. I hold Harry's hand reassuringly and smiled encouragingly, kissing the back of his hand occasionally when it looked like he needed extra support.

I wondered how people would react to the story.

    “Can’t wait to see what Umbridge thinks of you going public.” Dean said, sounding awestruck at dinner on Monday night.

Seamus was shoveling down large amounts of chicken and ham pie on Dean’s other side, but Harry knew he was listening. We had just been talking about our niece and as her due date grew closer the more excited we got. I gleefully claimed my ten Galleons from him when I first saw him after the Christmas break. Seamus handed it over and we were both thrilled at the prospect of a niece.

    “It’s the right thing to do, Harry. It must have been . . . tough . . . talking about it. Was it?” Neville said in a low voice.

Neville was sitting opposite Harry and he was rather pale.

    “Yeah, but people have got to know what Voldemort’s capable of, haven’t they?” Harry mumbled.

     "Course they do." I said and smiled proudly at Harry.

   “That’s right, and his Death Eaters too. People should know . . .” Neville said, nodding.

Neville left his sentence hanging and returned to his baked potato. Seamus looked up, but when he caught Harry’s eye he looked quickly back at his plate again.

    "Ro, has Lucas or Fiona said anything about what they're going to call our niece?" Seamus said, avoiding looking in Harry's direction.

     "Roseanna." I said.

     "That's a cute name." Neville said.

     "Wonder how they came up with that, it's not exactly common." Dean said.

Harry and I shared a knowing look and Harry reached across to hold my hand.

      "What did I say?" Dean said, panicked.

      "No, nothing. My mom was pregnant when she was murdered, it would of been a girl and my parents had decided on the name Roseanna. My mom had some sort of obsession with Roses. Anyway, Lucas chose the name to honour our sister who died before she was born." I said, sadly.

I got a lot of sympathy looks from them but Hermione came in and charged the subject. I gave her a grateful look and she winked at me.

After a while Dean, Seamus, and Neville departed for the common room, leaving Harry, Hermione and I at the table waiting for Ron, who had not yet had dinner because of Quidditch practice.

Jason then entered the Great Hall, alone, and sat with Harry, Hermione and I. He looked distressed about something.

     "You good, bro?" I asked, concerned.

     “Er . . . well, so I have a question for you. A friend of mine was out with this girl and they've been getting on great and they spent Valentine’s Day together. Everything was right in the world but then she starts talking about being at the place they were with other people and that one of the guys there had asked her out before. The guy gets a bit annoyed and tries to change the subject saying he doesn't want to talk about that . . . so then, she jumps up, right, and says ‘I’ll see you around.’ and runs out of the place!” Jason said, frustrated.