𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐒➻ h.potter

𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤

"There's a girl who lived?!"

-HARRY POV-

"(Y/n), Harry, could i have a word?" Mr Weasley says.

"Ya, sure." (y/n) answers. She walks off behind him as I trail behind. (Y/n) was so gorgeous. By looking at her she obviously wasn't a Weasley. Ron told me she was adopted , but I always thought he was lying and just didn't want me to know that his parents could never stop. And how could i believe him without even knowing who (Y/N)'s biological parents are. Ron always changes the subject so fast when i bring it up.

"(Y/n), I know I warned you once, but I'm warning harry for the first time and I just thought I'd tell you again." Mr Weasley started. "Well there is someone in the Ministry who strongly discouraged me from divulging what I'm about to you, but I think that you need to know the facts."

Since more and more people were turning around us, Mr Weasley put his hand on mine and (Y/n)'s shoulder pulling us to a more secret area. 

"You both are in danger. Grave. Danger." He continued. 

"Has this got anything to do with Sirius black, Sir?" I asked. There were so many questions going on in my mind, like why (Y/n) had to be warned. That's when I realized, a faint scar, in the shape of a lightning bolt on her forehead. What the hell?

"What do you guys know about Sirius Black?" Mr Weasley asked the 2 of us.

"He's a murderous lunatic." (Y/n) said in a duh tone. 

"I only know that he's escaped from Azkaban." I mumble.

"Do you know why he escaped?" Mr Weasley got more and more serious by the minute. I shook my head. (Y/n) stared silently, a bit of fear in her face. "As for you, Harry, 13 years ago, when you stopped-"

"Voldemort," I say.

"Don't say his name. When you stopped you-know-who , Black lost everything, but to this day he still remains a faithful servant. You two are the only things standing in his way of getting you-know-who back to power. That is why he has escaped from Azkaban. To find you guys..."

"And kill us." (Y/n) whispered. 

"Both of you, I want you to swear to me that whatever you might hear, you won't go looking for black?" Mr Weasley said sternly.

"Dad, with all respect, why would we go looking for someone that wants to kill us?" (Y/n) was right. But why was Sirius after (Y/n)? I'll just ask Ron. . 

As soon as Mr Weasley was done speaking to us, I practically ran towards Ron while (Y/n) went to Hermione.

"Hey, Ron. Why is your sister getting caught up in stuff that usually happens to me? You know, life threatening stuff?" I asked him.

"You don't know?" Ron tilts his head. 

"Know what?"

Ron explains everything about (Y/n). "So now, Sirius is after her to finish what You-Know-Who started." I stared at (Y/n). 

"so theres a girl who lived?!" I exclaimed.

"yeah, you bloody idiot, my sister! Well... adopted sister." Ron muttered. "How many times do I have to tell you?!"

"It must have been hard on her, living alone for so long at the age of 7." I whispered. 

"Yeah, she was depressed for so long, she is still a bit but I think she's getting better." I continue to look at (Y/n) while she was laughing with Hermione. "HEY! Stop checking my sister out!" Ron snaps. (Y/n)'s head turns towards us as she winks at me. I then remembered Fred and Georges prank on Ron. 

"I'm not." I grunt, trying to force myself to blush so that Fred and Georges prank could play out. 

"I'm going to kill you both." Ron sneers. 

-(Y/N) POV-

After a while, Mrs Weasley asked us all to go to bed since we had to get on the train to Hogwarts tomorrow, early.

Since it was gonna be my first day, I was nervous. Hermione told me everything that I had to know. 

I am currently lying down on my bed, reading a book. I then heard a knock on my door, so I got up to open the door. When I did, I saw Harry standing there.

"Oh, sorry, I thought this was Ron's room cuz he's usually next to my room."

"It's fine." I smile at him. The air was kind of awkward because we could barely introduce ourselves the first time.

"Uh, I heard tomorrow is your first day at Hogwarts?" Harry questions.

"Yeah, I'm a bit nervous." I laugh lightly. "Oh, uh, you can come in." I open the door wider and he walks to go and sit on the couch. I plopped myself down on the bed. 

"You don't have to be nervous. Hogwarts is amazing."

"I bet it is," I sigh.

"I'll just give you a fair warning, no defense against the dark arts teachers stay for longer than a year." 

"Yep, Hermione told me about Professor Quirell, you're quite a brave boy. And then she told me about Lockhart? I've met him before. He's a dick."

"How'd you meet Lockhart?" 

"I met him at the book signing thing where you all went to get your books before second year started."

"You were there?!" Harry exclaimed.

"Yep."

"How did I not see?" He runs his hand through his hair. 

"I mean, it's probably because I don't have striking red hair." i giggled.

Harry sighed. "Fair enough." After that, we sat in silence. "I heard, about you and Vold-You-know-Who."

"You can say his name. I'm not afraid of that mold." I say, with a straight face. Harry smiles sheepishly. 

"Is it hard?" He says out of no where. "You know, having memories of your parents and then losing them from your life completely?" 

I look at him, as my facial expression softens. He didn't have any memories.

"It depends what kind of parents you have." I reply shortly, not wanting to give an over flow of details. 

"How were your parents like?" Harry then realises that he might be getting a bit personal. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't ask personal questions." He said quickly.

"No, it's fine." I decided to tell him. "My parents didn't really pay attention to me. My mom from time to time would, but my dad dragged her down with him. I don't have great memories of them."

"I'm sorry," He says softly.

"For what?" I giggle. 

"Every child deserves a parents but not all parents deserve children." He says simply.

"That's true." After that, we talked for a couple more minutes about friends, school, muggle life etc. 

"Alright, goodnight (Y/n). It was really nice getting to know you better." Harry walks out my room.

"Goodnight." I shut my door and crawl into bed. 

Ron had always told me that Harry could have these crazy mood swings, but I personally thought he was a very sweet boy.