Harry Potter x Reader

Third Year - Christmas again

"I promise."
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Third Person POV

Harry didn't have a very clear idea of how he had managed to get back into the Honeydukes cellar, through the tunnel, and into the castle once more. All he knew was that the return trip seemed to take no time at all, and that he hardly noticed what he was doing, because his head was still pounding with the conversation he just heard.

Why had nobody ever told him? Dumbledore, Hagrid, Mr. Weasley, Cornelius Fudge.. why hadn't anyone ever mentioned the fact that Harry's parents had died because their best friend had betrayed them? What's more was that (Y/N) was dragged in.. yet again.

Ron and Hermione watched the two nervously all through dinner, not daring to talk about what they'd overheard, because Percy was sitting close by them. Halfway through dinner, (Y/N) got up and left without a second glance. Ignoring all the people that usually tried to engage her in a conversation, and up to the common room she went.

Into her dormitory, yet again, along the way, not talking to anyone who tried to talk to her, grabbed the leather book, sat on her bed and drew the curtains around her.

She layed open the book and the pictures she finally ought to look for, popped right there and then, lay in front of her. that was her parents on their wedding day, laughing merrily. turning the page, was again, her parents on their wedding day, except joint by two other people (Y/N) knew to be Harry's parents.. her best friend's parents who also suffered the same fate. Her heart hurt for Harry.. it hurt for anyone who had to die due to Voldemort, but he wouldn't have ever known where they were, if it weren't for him. He who stood by the next page with (F/N) (L/N) and (M/N) (L/N).

She felt like ripping the page out, but didn't want to waste her actions on Black. She'd already suffered enough. Because of Voldemort, she feared of a useless diary. Pathetic. I'm not weak, she thought. Turning the page again, she found her parents accompanied by another man (Y/N) recognised. And then it hit her. Professor Lupin!

I knew it! Professor Lupin! (Y/N) knew she saw him somewhere before! Right here! She saw him right here during the summer holidays of her first and second year! She never exactly looked into who he was because there were never any names in the book. She only ever recognised Harry's parents and her own.

She heard the door creak slightly and Hermione's voice came in, "(Y/N)?"

(Y/N) didn't reply.

"(Y/N)? Are -- are you okay?" she asked, softly. "Do you mind if I --"

(Y/N) saw her curtains move slightly. (Y/N) got up and opened them.

"Oh, (Y/N).." Hermione said, looking at her crestfallen face.

"It's him." (Y/N) said quietly, pointing at Lupin in the book. "I knew I saw him somewhere, just didn't know where."

Hermione sat down on her bed and draped an arm over her shoulder.

"I can't imagine how you feel, but I'm really sorry." Hermione said quietly.