In the dark times

The chosen one

Harry sat near the window, moon light illuminating his face. Tears were cascading down his face, he was feeling worse than when he heard his parents were dead and now just because of his cowardice people were suffering and dieing out there.

He sometimes wonder if the sorting hat made the right choice of sorting him in griffindor, the house of brave people. Harry was disgusted can he even call himself brave he was chosen to defeat the dark Lord but he ruined everything, lives of many people.

He heard shuffling by him but he didn't turned to see the source of the noise at least he has the guarantee that no one was gonna cross the wards of gimmulan place 12. At least he or his friends weren't gonna die. Now he agreed he was being selfish but there wasn't much he could do now.

An arm wrapped itself around his shoulder and he found himself snuggling closer in the protective arms of his godfather.

"Are you also dissapionted in me like everyone?" Harry asked his voice cracking a bit.

Sirius didn't answer just tightened his grip over his godson's shoulder.

"No dear we are not." Voice of Molly reached his ears. She was his best friend Ron's mother Harry also considered her a second mother after his was killed to save him.

"It alright Mrs Weasley you could say it I won't mind" Harry slowly answered.

"It's not your fault Harry" Hermione said, "we will figure it out"

Harry sighed and turned around all his friends were sitting there brewing a hope that was too good to be true.

The twins were staring into the fireplace their usual grin replaced with an ugly frown. Ron was fiddling with the wrapper of an empty candy. Remus and Tonks were aiding their new born baby Teddy. Instead of holding a book which was rare Hermione sat across him. It would have been Harry's sixth year if Dumbledore would not have died thanks to Umbridge who happened to be a very loyal deatheater having poisoned the greatest wizard of all time with a mere tea?

Life indeed is filled with unexpected surprises like one year back he discovered Sirius also had a son his age. And now he was working as a spy for them bringing latest juicy gossips about hogwarts, his former home.

Not that only he also discovered lily his late mother was a pure blood and Aunt petunia was a squib.

Harry sighed but his breath hitched as the ratting of the door was heard. In an instant all attention turned towards the door only for Rowan to enter.

Every one sighed in relief no one was in a mood to face any deatheater. Sirius' warmth disappeared much to Harry's dismiss but his heart softened as father hugged his son sometimes Harry wished he also had someone who shared his blood.

"My son" Sirius said,"any latest news?"

Rowan sighed before plopping himself next to Ginny who was busy knitting a sweater. She scowled bringing a smile to harry's face.

"The army of half bloods that I was creating is almost ready. I also have gathered many pure blood loyal followers soon in the start of the semester our goal would be the pure bloods as far as the muggle borns are concerned I think they should be our last priority. They are treated like trash."

Hermione snorted it wasn't their fault they were born that way.

"Anything else son?" Sirius asked

Rowan hesitated but replied," there are rumours that Amalia Potter was sighted."

Mr Arthur choked our his tea while everyone else paled. A sister, why wasn't I told about it Harry thought

"It's not possible she is dead" Sirius gritted through clenched teeth,"if she would have been alive why didn't she helped us?"

He sat on the couch,"I mean the prophesy clearly stated the power of the twins will defeat the dark lord"

Rowen scowled,"it's just rumours papa"

"Why wasn't I told about this?" Harry asked his voice barely above a whisper.

Sirius sighed before turning to his godson,"what would you have done to know about someone who was dead?"

It infuriated Harry,"at least I would have known the fall of the wizardry world is not only my fault but my dead sister's too" he shouted

"Harry calm down" Hermione spoke.

"Calm down 'Mione why on earth should I calm down people are dieing down there." His voice cracked a bit,"and I can't do anything"

She pulled him into a hug, he couldn't hold it any more and tears fall down soaking in her shirt.

Soon everyone else joined the hug and assured themselves that all will be well one day.