Heir to the Moon (V2)

III.II Jocelyn Fairchild

Hara nodded and flashed away before Harry began walking up to the building, and Harry's heart pounded as they approached Apartment 3B. He raised his hand to knock but hesitated for a moment. Hera gave him an encouraging nod, and with a deep breath, Harry knocked on the door.

There was a brief pause before the door opened, revealing a woman with striking red hair and green eyes. She looked exactly like him except his hair was black and his eyes were silver. Next to her was a ragged-looking man, with blue eyes and brown, uneven hair. He is tall, with square shoulders and a slightly stooped posture. He is wearing glasses and a flannel shirt. They looked at him with a mix of surprise and curiosity.

"Can I help you?" the woman asked, her voice cautious but kind.

Harry took a deep breath, summoning his courage. "Jocelyn Fairchild?" he asked, his voice steady despite his nerves.

Jocelyn's eyes widened slightly, and she nodded. "Yes, that's me. And you are?"

Harry swallowed hard, feeling a rush of emotions. "I'm Lily's son"

Jocelyn's eyes widened further, her expression shifting from surprise to shock. She reached out to steady herself against the doorframe, her eyes scanning Harry's face, searching for the truth in his features.

"Lily's son?" she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "But... how?"

Harry nodded, understanding her confusion. "It's a long story and a complicated one. But I'm here now, and I wanted to meet you."

The man beside Jocelyn placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, his gaze shifting to Harry with curiosity and concern. "Come in," Jocelyn said finally, stepping aside to let Harry enter. "Let's talk inside."

Harry stepped into the apartment, his eyes taking in the cozy, well-lived-in space. The walls were adorned with photographs and paintings, and the furniture exuded a sense of warmth and comfort. As he sat down on the couch, Jocelyn and the man took seats opposite him.

"This is Luke," Jocelyn said, gesturing to the man. "He's a close friend and... well, he's been there for us through a lot."

Harry nodded, offering Luke a small smile. "Nice to meet you, Luke."

Luke returned the smile, his eyes kind and reassuring. "Nice to meet you too, Harry."

Jocelyn leaned forward, her eyes still filled with a mix of emotions. "Harry, I need to know... how did you find me? What happened to Lily?"

Harry took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "If you want the full story, I need an unbreakable oath or an angelic rune of secrecy swearing that this does not leave this room"

Jocelyn and Luke exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of curiosity and wariness. After a moment, Jocelyn nodded. "I understand, Harry. We can do that. Luke?"

Luke stood and retrieved a small wooden box from a nearby shelf. He opened it to reveal a variety of magical items, including a set of runes. Selecting one, he handed it to Jocelyn.

Jocelyn took the rune and turned to Harry. "This is a Rune of Secrecy. Once activated, it will bind us to our promise to keep your story confidential. Are you ready?"

Harry nodded, feeling a sense of relief. Jocelyn traced the rune on her forearm, murmuring an incantation. A soft, golden light glowed from the rune before it faded into her skin. She then handed the rune to Luke, who repeated the process.

Once both had sworn the oath, Harry took a deep breath and began to recount his story. He told them about his abusive upbringing with the Dursleys, his discovery of his true heritage as the son of Artemis, and the challenges he had faced at Hogwarts and Camp Half-Blood. He explained the role of Jophiel and Ithuriel, the prophecies involving him and Daphne, and his recent confrontations with Vernon and Petunia Dursley.