𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞? (Harry potter x reader)

Chapter - 6

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Y/N POV:

The first night with Harry went surprisingly well. He was kind and respectful, even insisting on taking the sofa, leaving the bed all to me. Although it felt a bit awkward at first, I appreciated his gesture.

The next morning, I woke up to the sunlight peeking through the window. I rubbed my eyes and stretched, feeling oddly peaceful. After freshening up in the bathroom, I headed downstairs to find Harry already up.

“Morning!” he called out cheerfully from the kitchen.

“Good morning,” I replied, still feeling a bit sleepy. Harry was busy making breakfast, and I saw he had already set a plate on the table.

He handed me a plate of pancakes drizzled with caramel syrup, topped with a handful of fresh berries. My stomach growled in appreciation.

“Thanks. Have you eaten yet?” I asked, sitting down at the table.

“No, I overslept and missed breakfast myself,” he admitted, laughing a little.

I cut a piece of my pancake and paused, looking at Harry, who was still standing there.

I frowned. “Come on, sit down and eat with me.”

He looked surprised but smiled as I served him some pancakes on a plate.

We ate in comfortable silence for a few moments before he suddenly looked up as if remembering something. “Oh! By the way, you got a letter this morning. It’s on the table.”

I glanced over at the side table, my curiosity piqued. “From whom?”

“It says Amelia Rose.”

I froze. That name—it had been years since I’d even thought about my mother. The memories of my childhood suddenly rushed back, especially the painful ones. My father’s cruelty, the way my mother stood by, never defending me.

I couldn’t stop myself from asking, “My mother?”

Harry nodded, his eyes filled with concern. “Yeah… Hermione told me about what happened with your parents.”

I felt a lump in my throat, a strange mix of emotions swirling inside me. Six years had passed since I left that house. Six years of silence from her. Why now?

I set my fork down and went over to the table to grab the letter, my fingers trembling slightly as I opened it. The familiar handwriting brought back so many memories—some good, but mostly bad.

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Letter:

Dear Y/N,
This is your mother, Amelia. There’s something I need to tell you, and I hope you can understand. You remember the baby I had when you were eight, right? Your little brother. We didn’t have enough money to take care of him, so we gave him up for adoption. I thought it was the right thing to do at the time… but after you left, Orson—your father—started abusing me. I finally divorced him and got your brother back. His name is Aiden now, and he recently got his Hogwarts letter. I hope you can forgive me for everything that happened. If you’re willing, I’d like to see you. Maybe you can help me with Aiden, as he’ll be attending Hogwarts soon.
Please meet me at No. 7, St. Firlit, Little Whinging, anytime you’re free.
Love you,
Amelia Rose

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I stared at the letter for a moment, my mind racing. A brother? I had a brother? And my mother… divorced my father? That was the last thing I expected.

“What does it say?” Harry asked gently, sensing my inner turmoil.

I handed him the letter, not trusting myself to speak just yet. My thoughts were all over the place—how could she just reach out after all these years? After everything that had happened?