Gorgeous |d.m.|

Waves

When I got back out of the passage I met with Harry. He wasn't cheerful and happy like the morning, quite opposite actually. I quickly took off Malfoys sweater shoving it into my bag before walking closer.

Harry sat in the dark hall crying, he looked up to meet my gaze, his face turning slightly pale while agony spread through out. "Harry?" I asked practically running at him forcing him into a hug.

"Sirius Black. He- he isn't just crazy." Harry could barely speak, his breath was terribly shaky. "He's the one. The real one who killed our parents." My brother's face went from sad to angry.

"He was their friend and he murdered them." He now yelled he threw his bag of candies he bought across the room. "He was their friend." He repeated shaking his head.

Maybe it was good I didn't tell him the day I found out, I knew he would take it this way. I still felt extremely guilty and couldn't help but cry myself as I hugged my brother deeper.

"Harry it'll be alright." I whispered my own breath now gone. I didn't know if I believed what I was saying, but I had to. Not for me, but for my brother.

"Everyone thinks he's after us, the minister was saying something today about how Black will be after me. He said Black won't want to stop at me though, he'll want to get you too."

It made sense Black would go after Harry before me. Harry was the reason Voldemort disappeared, I wasn't in the house the night they died, Hagrid told me I was being babysat because handling both Harry and I while also helping with the war was challenging for my parents.

Hagrid never told me who I was staying with, neither did anyone else. I knew my parents would never leave me alone with the dursleys, but that didn't leave me with many options.

I don't know many people my parents grew up with, I guess Sirius Black, but I obviously wasn't with him.

Sometimes I wish I was in the house the day my parents were attacked, if I was at least I would be with them now. I guess then Harry would be all alone and that wouldn't be good.

"Harry, everything will be okay, we just got to get through it." I sighed finally letting go of the hug. I think Harry had stoped crying long before I let go, but he wanted the extra comfort.

"It's almost Christmas." I reminded him trying to find happy things to talk about. He smiled weakly wiping the last tear off his face. "Yeah, I got you a good gift this year, it'll be our first Christmas together in so long."

Sometimes I forget how much time Harry and I lost while I was in France. It was definitely good for my mental health, but maybe at the same time it wasn't.

I left the only place I would get to learn about my parents, left the one place that my only family was. I left everything for what? To go to school with a bunch of bitches who didn't actually even like me. I hoped I never saw any of them again honestly, even Malfoy was better than them. Maybe even Pansy if I'm being honest.

"Do you want to eat dinner together? I'll sit at your table." I offered hopping Harry would accept. I was sadly mistaken, his head quickly shook.

"Scarlett we'll have all break together, I love you, but I want to eat fast then go up to my room. I need some alone time to process." I nodded once he was done talking.

I respected his answer, he wasn't blowing me off or leaving me for no reason like I did to him, he needed time, and I needed dinner.

I walked down to the dining hall quickly sliding next to Daphne. "I'm a terrible sister." I complained as I placed my head in my hands.

"You are definitely not but what makes you believe that?" She asked rubbing my back as she ate a bite of bread.

"I left him when he needed me most." I sighed filling my plate before I continued. "I went to France while he was grieving and left him with no family. Then for two years I sat in France moping around because I was being bullied while reading about how my brother was almost dying and still didn't come back."