Aftermath

G U A R D I A N

Y/n's Pov

I ignored my foster dad drunkenly stumbling around the house. Its only 9am and he's already like this. I slipped past the kitchen and went outside. I didn't know where else to go, so I made my way to the park. I laid on the field and thought about my shitty life.

I have a guardian who doesn't even remember my name. I have no friends. I don't have any family. And it feels like a part of me is missing.

I bolt up as the swings start to move up and down by themselves. I can feel the electricity collecting in the air and focusing on the swings.

What the hell.

I get up and run. "Wait!" Someone yells behind me. I stop and look behind my shoulder. It's a middle aged guy with a head full of wavy hair.

"Y-yes?" I answer. The stranger takes small steps towards me. I back up. "Hello. I'm Sirius Black", he says. "I'm y/n", I told him carefully.

"I know".

Who's this freak?

It looks like he's holding a stick. "Y/n, can we please sit down and talk?" Sirius says.

"I'll sit here and you can sit on the swing", I tell him. I want space just in case I need to run. He sighs and sits on the swing.

"Y/n, you're a witch".

I burst out laughing. "Okay. I'm out".

He raises the stick and some kind of force sits me back down. "I'm a wizard as well. You went to a school called Hogwarts and I was your real guardian. I sent you to live here after it wasn't safe. I erased your memory. You real name is Y/n Lily Potter".

"Prove it".

He raises the stick and points it at me. I gasp as I go soaring up. "Put me down!" I yell. He drops me back onto the ground. "Do you believe me now?" He asks.

"How do I know you aren't trying to kidnap me?" I ask defensively. "Don't you think I would've by now if I wanted to?" He points out.
"Well then what do you want with me now?" I ask. "I'll tell you everything when we're in the right company. Will you please trust me enough to let me take you somewhere?" He says hopefully.

"Where?" I ask suspiciously. He pulls out a shoe. "Please just put your hand on this and your brother will help me explain everything".

I don't have a brother. Nevertheless, those words lure me closer to the stranger. As soon as I touch it, the world spins from underneath me. My hand is glued to it; I can't move.

I land on my back, wherever we are. I pair of blue eyes look down on me. As much as I believe that I don't have a brother, I can't deny that this person looks exactly like me.

He holds a hand out. "I'm Harry".