Star Crossed Witch: Book Three

A Very Magical Christmas

Silently we wait a few more minutes until we were sure they were gone before getting up to leave ourselves. Outside of the three broomsticks, Hermione, Ron and I stood in a circle around Harry so he could put his cloak back on without being noticed. He headed back to Honey Dukes while we left to gather with the rest of the students for the walk back to Hogwarts.

                Unsure of what to say the three of us stayed quiet as we marched back to the castle, hearing that our best friend’s parents were killed by one of their best friends is a lot to take in just for us. Thinking about what Harry might be going through has to be worse. It is horrible to think that his godfather, best friend to his parents, is the reason that Harry had to grow up without a loving family.

                Once we made it back to the castle we went to check on Harry before dinner, but he still wasn’t speaking to us so we went down alone. Ron helped me put together a plate for him and we took it up after dinner. Harry wasn’t quite ready to talk with us but at least he ate. We sat with him working on homework or staring at the fire in silence.

                As the common room cleared out, Harry decided it was time to talk. “He was their friend! Sirius Black was their friend and he sold them out to Voldemort! Why would he do that?” He shouted at us.

                “Calm down Harry we understand you are upset, but there is no need to shout. Maybe he was being controlled by You-know-who, and had no choice in the matter.” I said putting my hand on his shoulder.

                “He wasn’t being controlled! He wanted to do it, Black was found laughing when he was captured…wait a minute…your parents were friends with mine right? So they would know Sirius as well. Did…did you know that he killed my parents? Did you know that Sirius Black, was the one who told Voldemort where my parents were hiding? Why would you not tell me this? I had a right to know that the scum murdered my parents!” He jerked away from my hand and turned to face me head on.

                Hermione came to my side and spoke up, “Harry! She probably did not know about it. This kind of information is not something you tell a child, her parents probably kept it quiet. You need to calm down before you say something you will regret.”

                “She’s not even trying to deny that she knew! She is just standing there trying to protect herself and her parents.”

                Not thinking, I reached out and slapped him across the face. “Harry James Potter! You may not believe me now but trust me when I say that Black is not the man you think he is! You will NOT speak ill of him ever! And Miss Granger is right, you need to apologize to your friend right now.” Then Hermione slapped me. “What was that for?”

                “Loretta? Are you, you?” She asked searching my face for any sign that I was still in possessed mode or whatever we were calling it.

                “I think I am. What happened?” I looked around at Ron, who was standing with his mouth open staring at me almost petrified; and Harry still looked angry but more confused than before. “I zoned out again didn’t I?”

                “Yea, you kind of went off your rocker for a bit.” They asked what I remembered, but when I said the last thing I remember was Harry asking about my parents Hermione and Ron seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. Harry seemed to become angrier.

                “How convenient? She blacks out the moment I ask her if she knew about Black all along, she’s probably been faking it this entire time.”