Him - A Harry Potter Love Story

Chapter Forty-Five

A/N I'm sorry that I've barely been updating...I'm just incredibly busy and have a lot going on at school right now, and it's been kind of hard for me to write. This might possibly be the only chapter this week, but I'll try my best to get one more out by Friday. Thank you all for understanding!

I spent the next entire day in the common room, reading everything my mother had written. She didn't write something every day, of course, and there were many wide gaps in between the entries, but it was enough. Once I finished, I just laid down and stared at the ceiling, not knowing what to do with what I had just read.

I suddenly found myself with many leads in where I could try to find them. Chances are at least one of my relatives (who I found out about in the journal) knows where they are. My best guess is my aunt, Amelie. She was a year younger than Adeline, and they were closer than anyone, from what I've read. She was her maid of honor in the wedding photo. I just knew that if I could find her, I could find my parents.

A few minutes after I began to rethink everything I had just read, Harry walked into the common room. I had asked him earlier to give me some time alone to read, and although he was hesitant, he obliged. He chuckled a little at the look on my face, leaning over the back of the couch so I could see him.

"Did you finish?"

"Yeah," I mumbled.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. It's just..." I pulled myself up, and Harry took my hand, rubbing the back of it with his thumb. "It feels weird to suddenly know this much about my mum. And my dad, too."

"What were they like?" he asked, grinning a little.

"Well, Mum...she was incredibly smart," I said, smiling. "The only class she had trouble in was potions."

"Makes sense," he teased, moving around the couch to sit next to me. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders like normal, and I pulled my knees up to my chest.

"My dad was smart too, but he didn't seem to want people to think that of him." I laughed softly. "She made sure he stayed on top of his work. They stayed up all night sometimes, meaning to study but actually just hanging out."

"How did they get together?" Harry asked, and I looked at him, smiling a little. He raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"Why do you ask?"

He kissed the top of my head softly, pulling me a little closer to him. "No reason."

"Well, she wrote about liking him in second year," I explained. "In third year, her sister, Amelie, accidentally told him that Mum fancied him. The things she wrote up until he asked her out were awful...she kept writing about all the flaws she had, why he wouldn't like her. But in fourth year, on one of their nights staying up late, they snuck...well, to the Room of Requirement."

"Really?"

"And it sounds like the room that we found her journal in yesterday...was the same room," I said, leaning my head over onto Harry's shoulder.

"Wow."

"He said he didn't want to ask her out without a plan, later on. He wanted it to be perfect," I sighed. "They loved each other so much."

"I can't wait to meet them. They sound amazing," Harry said, kissing my head again.

"I hope I can even find them," I said softly. "You don't think...you don't think anything bad could have happened to them, right? If Voldemort-"

"Stop. Don't think about that," he interrupted, looking down at me with his eyebrows furrowed. "For now, don't think about what things could have happened to them. I hate seeing you worry so much."