Chapter Twenty
Harriet had never cried this hard in her entire life. She sat on her bed with her curtains drawn and just cried her eyes out all afternoon. It was a good thing her roommates were gone, so she had the room all to herself and yet she still kept her curtains drawn, mainly because she didn’t want to see how she looked like on the mirror.
She never really cried much, the only time she remembered crying this hard was when she first fell off of her broom at the age of nine and broke her right arm and right leg. She cried so hard for she thought she would never be able to ride on another broom ever again. Whenever she remembered that memory she would always laugh at how silly she was for even thinking that. It wasn’t making her laugh now though.
Harriet sighed and wiped her tears away. It’s been a few hours since the “incident” and she’s been crying ever since. Her eyes felt tired from all the crying and her throat felt sore, it all felt quite foreign to her since she wasn’t used to crying a lot. She ran a hand through her hair and crashed onto her back; she rolled to her side and hugged one of her pillows tightly.
She closed her eyes and just let some more tears escape from her eyes. She wanted to scream and shout as loud as she can but her voice was hoarse and her throat was aching, she wanted to just hit something but she felt too weak. I’m too weak, a small voice in Harriet’s mind said. Harriet balled her fists.
The very thought of her being weak or being told she was weak angered her. But it’s true said the small voice Look at yourself, you’ve been sobbing all afternoon. Harriet knew the small voice was just her conscience or that negative side of her that she always had. But she still felt angered, mainly because she knew that negative side of her was right.
Who am I kidding; Harriet thought Of course it was impossible for Malfoy to understand. And yet I thought it was possible… Merlin, am I stupid! A soft pecking from her window snapped her out of her reverie. Harriet grudgingly got out of her bed and headed towards her window, she opened it to see her owl Baltimore with a letter, and she got the letter from the owls beak tossed him a treat and ripped the letter open.
Baltimore cocked his head to his side and eyed Harriet who was fussing over the letter. Baltimore had this odd, human like way of assessing people for Harriet at least. He had this way of giving Harriet questioning looks whenever she was upset.
“It’s nothing,” Harriet told Baltimore as she pulled the parchment out of the envelope, she looked up at Baltimore who stared at her with wide eyes, his head still coked to his right side “Seriously Baltimore. It’s nothing.”
Baltimore cocked his head to his other side. Harriet groaned
“It’s nothing!” she cried, her voice cracking. Baltimore then straightened up and Harriet realized what she had just done “I’m talking to an owl.” She said quietly; Baltimore gave a small nod “Something is seriously wrong with me….” She muttered as she read the letter, which was from Uncle Remus.
Dear Harriet,
I found out what happened.
Come to my office, have some hot chocolate. I know you’re really upset right now that and you’re most likely to be talking to Baltimore; (You tend to do that when you’re upset). Anyways, kindly come to my office and let us have a nice talk about it.
Uncle Remus
Harriet rolled her eyes a she put the letter on her bedside table; she looked at Baltimore who just stared at her
“Should I go?” she asked him; her voice cracking a bit. Baltimore gave a small nod and Harriet sighed as she ran a hand through her hair “Fine.” She said, she then walked over to the mirror and faced her reflection. As she expected, she was a mess. Her dark red hair looked like a bird’s nest; her face looked patchy from the tears; her eyes were puffy and her nose was still a bit red.
Harriet sighed a she grabbed her wand and tied her hair in a messy bun
“This is going to take some time,” she muttered as she started flicking her wand here and there to fix herself up. It took a couple of minutes but once she was done, she looked presentable. Her hair was combed and fell neatly behind her back, her face was now dry from the tears and her nose was no longer red, and yet even though the traces of her tears and sadness have been wiped off of her face when it came to her eyes, they were blank; they somehow had a look of sadness in them.
With a sigh; Harriet looked back and watched Baltimore fly out of her room. Once he was gone, she headed out of her own room and out of the common room towards Uncle Remus’ office. She glanced at a nearby clock and saw that it was about to be dinner time already but she didn’t feel hungry, not at all.
Harriet knocked softly onto Uncle Remus’ door and entered quietly once he answered it. She took her usual seat by the fire and waited quietly for Uncle Remus who was getting some hot chocolate. She brought her legs up to her chest and just hugged them as Uncle Remus took a seat beside her and handed her some hot chocolate.
“Thanks,” she said quietly, her voice cracking. Uncle Remus smiled weakly
“It’s no problem Lily,” he said; patting her hair. They were silent for a few moments, Harriet just sipped her hot chocolate wand watched the fire, “You shouldn’t feel bad you know. You aren’t what Malfoy said you were.”
Harriet gave a bitter laugh
“I know that.” She said; trying to make her voice sound firm, which was quiet hard because her voice was hoarse “You don’t need to tell me that Uncle Remus.” She said a bit coldly, she looked at Uncle Remus who sighed, “I’m sorry.” She felt a bit guilty for lashing out on him.
“It’s alright Harriet,” he said “It’s alright.”
“It’s just…” Harriet started “I thought he would understand – No, I knew wouldn’t understand. I hoped for some miracle he would because… Because… He’s the first and only friend I’ve ever got…”
Uncle Remus put an arm around Harriet who felt like she would start crying again.
“I’m sure he didn’t mean it…” said Uncle Remus quietly,
“It wasn’t the word that hurt me,” Harriet said “It was… It was the fact that we’ll never be friends again…”
Uncle Remus hugged her tighter
“Everything’s going to be fine Harriet,” he said. A single tear escaped Harriet’s eye
“Yeah I hope so,” she said “But that’s highly impossible. He just found out my real identity, landed a detention with Snape along with Harry, got fifty points docked from his house and thinks I lied to him,” Harriet listed as she wiped the tear from her eye “Oh god, I hope he forgives me by tomorrow!” Harriet said sarcastically.
“He got fifty point docked?” Uncle Remus said, surprise present in his voice. Harriet shrugged
“Yeah,” she said “I thought you knew?”
“I only knew was that he got detention along with Harry,” Said Uncle Remus “Tell me, was Snape the one who docked all those points?”
Harriet nodded
“Yeah,” She replied with a shrug “For language.” She looked up at Uncle Remus who looked like he was contemplating something. “Why? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” said Uncle Remus; Harriet looked up at Uncle Remus who looked like he was deep in thought. She knew there was something; Uncle Remus was just not saying anything. Harriet sighed and just let it slide; she looked back at the fireplace and just continued watching the fire as Uncle Remus got some more hot chocolate. Harriet was sure of one thing: She had to forget about her “best friend”
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Harriet Lily Potter
FanfictionHarriet Lily Evans was raised by her Uncle Remus, a close of friend of her late parents. Her parents died in an accident when she was still a baby, or that was what she was told to believe. Harriet is about to begin her third year when her Uncle Rem...
