"theres a girl who lived?!" Harry exclaimed.
"yeah, you bloody idiot, my sister! Well... adopted sister." Ron muttered. "She was nearly killed by You-know-who on the streets at the age of 7 though, so barely anyone saw, that's why she isn't as famou...
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Previously: "My parents are death eaters," I blurt out, not able to hold it in anymore.
Harry's face goes blank as he stares at me, but then relaxes.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier, I thought you'd hate me and, and, an-" Tears rolled down my cheek, as I realised this could possibly be the last time I talk to him.
"I was expecting worse." Harry chuckles, cutting me off. I gasp slightly, looking at him. "That's what they are, not what you are. I hope. And plus, I know you wouldn't become a death eater because you hate Voldemort."
A small smile appears on my slightly parted lips. "So you don't hate me?"
"How could I ever hate you?" He pulls me into a comforting hug. His arms wrapped around my waist and lower back, while my arms made their way to his neck. "Come on, we've got defense against the dark arts, we best get going." Harry says while letting go. I nod in agreement.
While we were walking in silence, I knew Harry had many questions, but I'm going to let them come when he wants to ask.
"So, who are they?" I look at him in confusion, not knowing who he meant by 'they'. "Your parents."
"Oh, the Rookwoods." I tell him. He nods, furrowing his brows still thinking about everything.
"And is this why Hermione was mad at you? I mean, I'm guessing you told her and she got scared and mad and pushed you away?" He asks curiously.
"Spot on." I sigh, "I don't know why though, I wouldn't do anything to hurt you guys. I mean, I've been living with the Weasley's for almost 8 years now."
"Don't worry, she'll come around soon. Well, she was acting pretty odd yesterday night, but she seemed normal in the morning." Harry recalls.
"Maybe she was slightly on edge last night. I hope she's normal when I get back." I mumble.
"Hey, even if she isn't, you've still got Ron and I." Harry points out, flinging his arm around me.
I smile to myself and look down. "Yeah, you're right."
"I still can't believe you'd think I'd hate you," He laughs to himself.
"I mean, after what Voldemort did to you, the fact that my parents are people who support him definitely made me think you'd hate me."
"Voldemort did the same to you, you'd be insane to follow him after he tried to kill you," Harry huffs.
"Thanks, Harry. You're a great friend," I smile at him.
He nods back to me, "Anytime," He says, with no expression at all. Weird.
-HARRY'S POV-
"You're a great friend," Friend.
-(Y/N) POV + TIME SKIP-
Everyone was in a queue, waiting to walk towards the cabinet which held a Bogart. I was in between Draco and Pansy. Hermione had tried to speak to me, but rude stuff would occasionally come out, so I decided it would be best if she stood with Harry and Ron. Pansy kept trying to get in between Draco and I, but Draco would sneakily pull my backwards not to let her. While Pansy was dealing with her bogart, Draco finally started to breathe normally.
