Forever his ~ Harry Potter's daughter

28. Darkness

I basically flew up the stairs, that's how fast I was going. I grabbed the first empty scroll I saw at the owlery and walked over to one of the school owls I could borrow.

Dear Sirius.

Sirius, you do not know me but I know you. I know Harry.

My name is Selenia Potter and although we have never met I feel as if I know you. I have heard more stories of you than I have of santa clause and that's strange because my sister loves santa.

"I can not send this." I sighed outloud and crumbled up the paper before throwing it away.

I started again:

Mr, Padfoot. My name is Selenia Potter and I believe you have already heard of me from a letter your godson has sent you earlier. Please do not rush to answer him in a way that would trash my name. I know all I have said has not been true, but in my heart I hold him dear and wish that you will understand I would never harm him. So to tell you the truth in person; too fragile to be sent by owl I plead you to meet me by a cave at Hogsmeade tonight at night fall. I shall explain you everything. I hope we can come to an understanding that will shield your godson from getting hurt.

Well wishes; Selenia Potter.

Quite frankly I felt brilliant when proofreading the letter. I stayed respectful and nonthreatening through the whole letter and avoided using any names besides mine. It was nice to feel smart again.

And after that the whole day felt as if it was flying by.

I spoke briefly with Dumbledore in his office, inviting him if he wished to join us. He said he would come, but instantly said, he would be a little late.

At supper I received a note back with the same owl. All it had on it was a muddy paw print, but for some reason I felt as if that was a promise of arrival.

With a quick excuse and hug to Harry I left straight away.

The trip to the cave wasn't too long. I knew where it was because father had once shown it to me, speaking of his dead godfather that he had loved so much. This was the place where Sirius and Buckbeak had lived in during the triwizard tournament.

I had pitied Sirius for having to live in a place like that for a while but I understood better now. I had seen just a fraction of the hardships Harry had to face in his youth and I was glad Sirius had been there for him when he was in need of a guiding adult.

"Hello?" I called out into the dark cave with the only light source being the moon. It was eerily silent and I was nervous.

The setting was perfect for a horror film, the wind was blowing, sounding like howling, making the trees sway threateningly around me. It was cold and I felt stupid since I hadn't worn a jacket.

"Are you here?" I peeped out, my voice stifled by the foreboding feeling I was getting that sent shivers down my spine.

Suddenly as I took a step closer to peek into the cave a hand shot out of the dark grabbing me from the front of my shirt and pulling me into the darkness before slamming me against the cold, rocky cave wall: "Who are you?" A voice growled.

"Selenia Potter!" I quickly gasped out my feet hanging in the air, unable to reach the ground.

"Who are you really? Do not lie to me girl, the people threatening my godson usually don't walk away unharmed if they meet me." His voice was gravelly full of angry unhidden emotion.

"I'm not lying!" I brittle out and whine as his grasp tightened.

"How? James's brother wasn't at the wedding your story is one big lie, he died in that fire. There was no way he could have made it and James never once argued that logic nor told me that his brother was found." His voice was smoky and I could see only half of his face, that was lit by the small amount of moonlight from the mouth of the cave.

He had blue eyes, murky almost grey as you really looked at them as if they had lost some of their color through life. He had curly long hair that reached his shoulders and a messy goatee that made him have a rugged edge in his appearance. His age didn't show much on his face and if he hadn't gone through all that he did in life I was sure he wouldn't have had a single wrinkle on his face. Now he had lines across his forehead when he lifted his brows and deep-set eyes that had bags under them as if he hadn't slept in a year... Or seen horrors everyday. His nose was straight and his lips thin and there was something in the look he was giving me that made me actually wonder for a second if I was dealing with a murderer. He didn't seem... All there. His eyes thrashed around as he looked at every detail on my face as I did his. And his grip on me showed ownership both to the situation, and to my fate.

"That's because John Potter isn't really my father." I whispered out silenced into the voice of a mouse by his posture.

"How dare you give Harry a glimpse of hope of family when there is none!?" He growled out.

"Please don't hurt me, it wasn't all a lie!" I said quickly trying to speak to save my skin.

His voice was thick as he asked me what right I had to barge into Harry's life with my lies.

"I didn't mean for this to go so far." I swore and squeezed my eyes shut.

"So you toy with him to get what...? Attention? Publicity? A name for yourself?! Fame?!" His voice was no longer on a normal sound range. He was practically booming and I tried to push him away because his voice was hurting my ears.

He however didn't like that and with a glare he took a step even closer. "I won't let you get away with this." He whispered to me.