You're my Chosen One - Harry Potter X Reader Fanfic

Chapter 42 - The Quidditch Match

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Harry's POV

"I can't understand why you don't want to wear it, Ronald."

"I look like a bloody idiot, that's why!"

"No more than usual, Ron."

There, the usual bantering Ron and Hermione always had. We were going back to Hogwarts today. I had to meet Sirius once before I went back. While I was descending the stairs, I turned to my right and saw a room, the one opposite to the dinner hall at the ground floor, and outside it, there was the same house elf I saw the first day I arrived here. I approached it and looked around.

"Nasty brat, standing there as bold as brass. Harry Potter, the boy who stopped the Dark Lord, friend of mudbloods and blood-traitors alike. If my poor mistress only knew..."

A figure emerged on the staircase.

"Kreacher! That's enough of your bile. Away with you!" It was Sirius.

"Of course master. Kreacher lives to serve the noble house of Black."

Sirius turned to me, "Sorry about that. He never was very pleasant even when I was a boy. Not to me anyway."

I nodded along, "yeah, y/n told me you grew up here."

"That's right. This is my parents' house. I offered it to Dumbledore as headquarters for the Order. About the only useful thing I've been able to do." He turned towards the wall, it held up the Black Family tree, if I made it out correctly.

"This is the Black Family tree. My deranged cousin," he pointed, "I hated the lot of them. My parents with their pure blood mania. My mother did that after I ran away," he said, now pointing to a black spot labelled as his name. He continued, as his hand dropped to his side, "Charming woman. I was 16."

"Where did you go?"

"Round your dad's, I was always welcome at the Potters'," he gave me a smile, "I see him so much in you, Harry. You are so very much alike."

"I'm not so sure," I sighed deeply, hesitating but then continued, "Sirius, when I was..." I paused, recollecting my thoughts, "When I saw Mr Weasley attacked, I wasn't just watching," I gulped, "I was the snake." His expression turned to one of subtle shock.

I continued nevertheless, "And afterwards, in Dumbledore's office, there was a moment when I-I wanted t-to-" I shook my head, scrunching up my brows together and closing my eyes to dissolve the memory away. "This connection between me and Voldemort... What if the reason for it is that I am becoming more like him? I-I just feel so angry all the time. Half of the time I don't know what I'm speaking or what I'm doing, or what I'm seeing. Just because of the same, I have pushed Y/n away now, and I can't forgive myself for it."

"What has happened between the two of you now?"

"I said some terrible things to her and now... I don't think she ever wants to see me again. What if- what if after everything I've been through, something's gone wrong inside me? What if I'm becoming bad-"

"I want you to listen to me very carefully, Harry," Sirius put his hand on my shoulders in a comforting gesture, "you're not a bad person. You're a very good person who bad things have happened to. You understand?" He searched my face for approval. I nodded.

"Besides, the world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters. We've all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That's who we really are," his hold softened, "now tell me what's the matter?"