𝘋𝘈𝘕𝘊𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘞𝘐𝘛𝘏 𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘏𝘈𝘕𝘋𝘚 𝘛𝘐𝘌𝘋/𝘵𝘰𝘮 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦 (English version)

Chapter 32

The Gryffindors watched Sarah exchange a smile with Tom before sitting at their table.
Hermione was the only one smiling; finally, her friend was having a moment of peace after all the obstacles she had encountered along the way, starting with Sirius's disappearance.
The problem wasn't Ron, who was staring at her with his mouth open, but Harry.
Over the years, Potter and Sarah had created an almost sibling-like bond, and after Sirius's death, that connection had grown even stronger. They had promised him never to part, to always rely on each other's support.
Seeing the two together was a blow for him; he had hoped that the summer and the fight at the Ministry would have opened her eyes, but that wasn't the case.
He wanted to see her far from the Slytherins, far from Tom Riddle.
In his heart, he knew that both he and Malfoy bore the Dark Mark, he knew that they both served the Dark Lord loyally, but no one seemed to believe him. For Ron, Hermione, and Sarah, none of those boys could have become Death Eaters,they were too young and inexperienced to be recruited by Voldemort.
But Harry felt it, he saw their tired, evasive eyes.
He trusted none of them.

"So? Is it done?"
Hermione asked as soon as Sarah sat down at the table. Sarah nodded with a wide smile on her face, something that had been rare to see for a long time. Ron still hadn't closed his mouth, but he tried not to say anything so as not to make any misstep.
Sarah's gaze settled on Harry, who was gripping his fork tightly, his knuckles white from the pressure.
"Harry? Are you okay?"
He looked at her, his face revealing the irritation and dismay from what he had just seen.
"You're siding with the enemy, aren't you? I told you that, to me, both he and Malfoy are Death Eaters!"
Sarah slowly shook her head, trying not to draw the attention of the entire hall to herself.
"That's just what you say,you have no proof! I'm not talking about Draco, but as for Tom, I can guarantee he'd never do something like that!"
Harry laughed sarcastically.
"Oh, sure! You know him so well, I see. Then show me proof that he's not on Voldemort's side."
"Then you show me proof that he is! I thought you'd at least be happy. You know what I've felt for Tom for years!"

Harry stood up, his friends looking at him, shocked by his behavior.
"He'll hurt you, disappoint you, and there will be nothing you can do to stop it. When he faces you in the war, he'll kill you without a second thought."
He turned and walked away quickly, not waiting for Ron, who followed him like a loyal dog, trying to calm him down.
Sarah watched him until he left the hall, her eyes wide with astonishment. She turned to Hermione; neither of them quite understood what had happened to their friend.
It was unusual to see Harry so angry.
"Leave him alone for a bit; maybe he's stressed about his meetings with Dumbledore," Hermione suggested, though she didn't really believe it herself. They continued eating in silence until Sarah decided to take some time for herself. A walk around the castle was just what she needed.

Naturally, she soon arrived at the Astronomy Tower, her bag heavy with the books inside. Once at the top, she looked up at the stars and smiled.
"Hi, Dad. I came to keep you company again today."
She was alone.
Finally, she'd be able to read the letter Remus had sent her. She took it from her bag, studying it carefully before reading it.

"Sarah,
I'm sorry I've been distant lately, but the last full moon was devastating.
I spend my days with the Order or having dinner at the Weasleys'—they're always so welcoming, just as they were with you this past summer.
How are you?
I know you visited the Black house before you left; two of your father's jackets are missing from his wardrobe—at this rate, you'll end up wearing everything he owned!
This letter isn't just to let you know I'm well and to ask how you're doing, but also to tell you I've sent something of yours to Dumbledore. Sirius wanted to give it to you himself, but he also wanted you to finish school first. Unfortunately, things didn't turn out as we all hoped, but I'm sure he wouldn't mind bending the rules just a bit.
Go to Dumbledore. You don't even have to ask—he'll understand as soon as you're with him.
I look forward to your reply; I miss you so much, little one.
P.S. Andromeda sends her regards; you'll probably hear from her soon too.