I tried to get what Harry said out of my head, I really did.
But I couldn't.
Deep down I knew it was true,deep down I knew I had a perfect life.
Sure dad went to Azkaban, but that didn't stop me from being spoilt rotten.
Even if I didn't have access to the black family vault i still had Remus. And Remus loved me. He cherished me. And he tells me that everyday.
I know I'm loved.
I know I'm wanted.
I thought everyone felt the same.
But now I know the truth.
Harry doesn't.
Harry has never had a parent to talk to. Harry has never had someone comfort him after a nightmare.Harry was always neglected...or worse.
I hated to imagine what 'worse' could possibly be.
I pictured a young green eyed wild haired five year old, I pictured an icy day, the days I always looked forward to, the days I could make snow angels and go sledging. The days Harry was shivering under whatever fabric he could find. Hoping to avoid a cold this Christmas. The days in which we are in completely opposite worlds.
I knew that was the harsh reality of Harry's life.
But I also knew that this was barely scraping the surface.
Harry James Potter was an enigma.
And Alula was going to help him. Whatever way she could.
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Alula Black (Harry Potter love story)
FanfictionWhat if Sirius had a daughter? What if they met after the dementer attack? How will Harry fight the war with more than the golden trio for company? Will it all go spiralling out of control when Ginny Weasley get involved? Join Alula Black as she tri...
