Sky full of stars {Harry Potter Fanfiction}

30. All is Calm

"He's—he's gone!" my voice was like a mouse, but I was conscious that Mum was still at the table next to us. "Harry—"

"He'll be alright, he's obviously upset." Hermione tried to sound reasonable as normal, but her voice wavered.

Fred got to his feet, and still clinging to his jacket I followed suit. "I think this cuts our Hogsmeade visit short a tad."

"We'd best hurry, try and catch him as he gets back in." Ron said, pulling his hat firmly over his hair with a worried expression.

After Fred shoved the last of the panini in his mouth ('What, you did pay for it—I'm not wasting it!') the four of us hurried into the snow-storm, which was getting worse.

My Dad had been the one to sell out Harry's parents. Why had Mum never told me? Why hadn't Dad told me, in the few occasions I'd seen him? Then it dawned on me—they were both ashamed that it'd happened, and I was too

While I was still determined to prove my Father's innocence, I would add another item to the list—prove if he did really betray Harry's parents, or if somebody forced him to.

The journey back to the castle was a quick one, which I was grateful for. Even with Fred's hand in mine and Ron and Hermione's quiet chatter, I couldn't shut my mind off. All I could think was: HarryHarryHarryHarry.

"Harry!" Hermione cried as we hurried through the castle doors behind her.

Harry was stood in the Entrance Hall, with a blank expression on his face. He hadn't seemed to notice he still had a mingling of snow and dirt on his face and hair from the tunnel. Ron gripped his shoulder, asking if he was alright, but he brushed his best friend off.

"I want to speak to Lyra." He said, staring right at me.

"Okay." I tried to inject some brightness into my voice, but it came out like a dimmed lightbulb.

Fred, Ron and Hermione gave us worried expressions but still I followed Harry. He led me into a side-corridor, one that only had an abandoned classroom.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he snapped, fire burning in his eyes. Now that he was away from our friends, he was trembling with anger.

I took a step back. This wasn't Harry. I'd only ever seen him angry in the presence of Draco or Voldemort—never directed towards me.

"Tell—tell you what?" I said timidly.

Harry waved his hands dramatically in the air. "I don't know, Lyra? Maybe the fact that the mass-murderer on the loose—is my Godfather?" sarcasms laced his tone.

Now I was just confused. "But... But Harry, I thought you knew?"

"Why would I have?" Harry cried, grabbing his hair by his fists. "You didn't tell me—Sasha didn't tell me—Aunt Cara didn't tell me—"

"Harry," I said more gently. "My mother is your god-mother. I thought you would connect the dots and guess that Sirius was your godfather."

"Are you saying I'm stupid?" Harry tore at his hair. "Poor stupid Harry, he didn't realise the nutter who killed people and betrayed my parents is a parental figure for me?"

Tears filled my eyes. "No—No Harry, of course not." I reached out for him, and for the first time ever, he took a step back. I could feel tears fill my eyes, and I could see two of Harry. "I—I didn't know he did that."

"You spoke to your Mum the morning after he broke in—did she tell you then? Tell you how Daddy killed my parents?" Harry kicked at the wall, swearing as the sole of his trainers split. "Great—just great! My day gets better!"