Rachel's breathing increased as she clutched the photo between her shaky hands. She fell to the floor, slumped against the bathroom door, her hand on her chest. The photo slipped from her fingers floating gently, landing on the floor. Rachel had never felt so confused in her life, her head was beginning to hurt.
Suddenly, Rachel snapped her head up. Was it possible that Harry was related to her? She shook her head to rid of her thoughts and stood up, hastily folding the photo and shoving it into her robes. Her feet exited the bathroom and carried her straight to the common room. She could feel herself nearly crying but ferociously blinked back the tears, now was not the time for crying. Now was the time for answers.
"Fortuna Major." She muttered at the Fat Lady, who's eyes were filled with concern at young Rachel. "FORTUNA MAJOR!" Rachel shouted angrily once more.
Within an instant, the portrait hole flung open. Rachel barged her way into the common room, knocking into some first years by the door. There, with Hermione and Ron, sat their happy as day, was Harry Potter. She stopped once she was in front of them.
"Harry. A word please." Rachel said breathlessly.
"Are you okay?" Ron worriedly asked.
She ignored him and looked straight at Harry. "Please?"
He nodded and swiftly followed her out the common room and down the hallway out of reach of people's ears before Rachel decided to stop.
"So, what's up, Rach?" Harry wondered looking into her eyes.
Rachel said nothing and handed over the folded bit of photo, he glanced at it.
"Oh, thank you! I must have dropped it..."
"Harry, listen to me now."
He glanced up.
"Where. Did. You. Get. This?"
"It's... it's mine... what do you mean? Hagrd gave it to me in my first year..." He nervously replied.
"Who are they to you?!" Rachel gasped impatiently.
"Well. They're my parents..."
"But... But they're mine!" She cried.
"What?"
"When you showed me the Mirror of Erised, I saw two people. You remember? It was my parents. Those are them! They are my parents!" Rachel shouted, pointing at the photo.
Harry looked at her confused. "How can they be yours if they're mine?" He muttered.
"You tell me." She breathed pulling at her hair.
"Do... do you want to... um, ask someone?" Harry shakily suggested.
"Remus." She nodded.
With that, she grabbed Harry's hand and took off in the direction of Remus' classroom. When they arrived at the door, Rachel barged in with such a sense of urgency that it caused Remus to jump and turn around.
"Rachel... and Harry?" Remus started. "What can I do for you?"
"Explain this." Rachel thrusted the photograph into his hands, he examined it.
"Ah, Lily and James. I loved these two." He spoke with a smile.
"No!" Rachel shouted with a growl. "Who are they?"
"Lily and James Potter." Remus stated, although it sounded more like a question.
"Well. she claims they're her parents. You know, her real ones." Harry pointed out.
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Smile - Book One of the RP Saga
FanficRachel was adopted by Remus Lupin when she was young; her parents killed by none other than Voldemort. Clueless to her past before Lupin, she starts her third year of Hogwarts after being kicked out of Beauxbatons. Meeting the boy who lived is no s...
