Twist Of Fate *Muggle AU*

The Lifted Weight

Harry's POV

Four weeks had come and gone since my first session, the one that Hermione and Ron attended with me, where Malfoy apologized, and then became Draco. We were both still strongly on first name basis. However, I occasionally found one of us playfully throwing banter around, reduced to last names for old times sake. As the weeks flew by I felt myself opening up more, my walls and defenses crumbling. I came out to him, that I liked both men and women. I told him about Cedric Diggory, and how much his death affects me even to this day. I loved him, much like I had loved Ginny. However neither really worked out, although for two completely different reasons.

"Have you thought about telling Sirius?" Draco asked, after I told him that only Hermione and Ron knew. His voice brought me back to the here and now.

"I don't want him to think of me differently," I answered simply. Trying to not feel attacked. A memory flashed before my eyes.

"I heard you last night," said Dudley breathlessly. "Talking in your sleep. Moaning."

"What do you mean?" I asked again, but there was a cold, plunging sensation in my stomach. I knew that I had revisited the graveyard last night in my dreams.

Dudley gave a harsh bark of laughter then adopted a high-pitched, whimpering voice. "'Don't kill Cedric! Don't kill Cedric!' Who's Cedric- your boyfriend?"

"I- you're lying-" I said automatically. But my mouth had gone dry. I knew Dudley wasn't lying- how else would he know about Cedric?

I tried to change the subject then, "Harry, he's the closest thing you have to a father. And any family you have should know. I think you'll feel rather better about yourself if you got it off your chest. When I found out I was gay, I held it in for so long, Astoria Greengrass would have been hurt more if I didn't tell her and I stayed with her without loving her. I even told father, though he is in azkaban. However, mother didn't mind one way or another, it's like she already knew." Draco explained. I stared at him trying to process this, he ended the session without my response, and I went home.

~At Home~

Twelve Grimmauld Place was more than just house to me now. It was the only other place that had felt like home, aside from Hogwarts and Mrs. and Mr. Weasley's. It did not start out that way, I, along with Sirius, had to work very hard to get it to where it is today. But all that work added to its character, made it special. Made it mine. I felt safe, almost detached from the world, away from all my problems. Problems like telling my Godfather that I'm bisexual.

I really couldn't put my finger on why I didn't want to tell him. Something about being raised by the Dursley's told me that nothing about me was right, that I was broken, damaged goods. I never knew where Sirius stood on sexual orientation, afraid of rejection, or being disowned, those were perhaps other reasons why. However the probabilities could go on. Shame and guilt filled me. I opened the door feeling like everything weighed a ton more. Sirius sat on the couch, reading a book, he turned to look at me. No doubt he could see every emotion on my face, because he put the book down.

"Is everything alright Harry?" Sirius watched me as I came around the couch to face him. He was still giving me a worried look and I took a deep thoughtful breath. I choked on my words at first.

"No- well, yes, but- just listen." I stumbled and Sirius's eyebrows shot up, if this were another time or place, I would have found it comical. "I like men too. I'm bisexual Sirius."

"Dammit!" Sirius shot up out of the couch in a fit, and I flinched away. "I knew it!"

"Wha-" I responded unintelligibly.