My first love (Harry Potter X y/n)

The Truth <3

H POV

"Well if you must."

Finally, y/n is honestly one of the best friends I've probably ever had, but I've noticed she's very secretive and overall a very hidden person. That's nothing bad don't get me wrong but it does make me question her a lot.

"I told you on the train that my mother died when I was young. Around one or two, correct?"

"Yes, what about it?"

"It was all lies."

"You lied about your mum dying!"

"No, no I would never. S-she died when I was 9. Some people say she killed herself, and some people say she was killed."

Her stuttering made me aware she was uncomfortable with the subject but I also knew she needed a weight lifting off her chest.

"Do you know what happened?"

"No, I don't believe she's dead. It sounds crazy but she had no reason to kill herself and the possibility of my mum being murdered was very slim. She rarely left the house so if someone had to kill her, she would have been murdered in our house."

It must of been hard for her, but it made me slightly wonder where her father was during all this. Ive never heard her talk about him or even mention a father figure.

"Where did you go after she died? Like who took you in."

"My father was obviously the next to take me in b-but its a uh long story. My uncle ended up taking me in but I never spent much time with him. He was always at work."

"What does he do?"

"Wow Potter your full of questions today aren't you."

"Sorry I'm just curious. Your so loud and out going and for this to hold you back, must have been bad."

"This might sound weird but I don't actually know what my uncle does. He's never told me and for what reason I don't know, all I know is that he works with Malfoy's Dad. That's why I know Draco, while my uncle and his dad was working I'd go back and forth between Draco's house and Hermione's too."

"If you don't mind me asking, what happened to your dad? You don't have to say anything and I understand that's it's a rude question an-"

"It's okay. It's the basic 'my dad ran away' story but worse."

"How?"

"My dad was an abuser, abused my mum mainly, not as much me. That's why today I didn't want to look at Neville being hurt and screaming, it bought back flashbacks of my mum screaming in pain. And plus I'm not a fan or gore."

"I'm so sorry, I h-had no idea. I shouldn't have said that I feel so stupid."

"Don't worry about it, it's fine I shouldn't have reacted like that to you anyways."

I saw a single tear form in her crystal blue eyes. I feel awful about today, and even worse for y/n.

"Can I ask something, y/n?"

"Of course."

"That day on the train. Why didn't you just tell us then?"

"Well for two reasons mainly, I'd just met you and Ron, my first real friends apart from Hermione. I didn't want to bring down the mood while talking about my parents."

"And the second reason?"

"Well, it sounds quite bad but I didn't know how, uh, sensitive you where about your parents and I didn't want to go complaining about mine whe-"