Estella avoided eye contact all throughout dinner, barely muttering a word except thank you. She couldn't even look at Hermione and Ron, let alone Harry. When they went upstairs to the crowded common room, it was to find Fred and George had set off half a dozen Dungbombs in a fit of end-of-term high spirits. Ignoring the lingering glances of Ron, Hermione, and Harry, Estella walked straight to the dorms and to her bed.
Grabbing some parchment and a quill, she began to write.
Dear Father, or Should I Say, Liar,
How could you not tell me Sirius Black killed mum, that they were twins? Or that you were the best of friends with him and Harry's father. You promised no secrets; I guess that was a lie.
Your enraged daughter,
Estella
Estella turned to Lun, "Take that to my father, please."
Estella laid on her bed. Thoughts of their conversation loomed in her mind. How could she look at Harry, knowing she indirectly played a role in the murder of his parents? Knowing that if she didn't stop her mother from leaving immediately, maybe, just maybe, they'd be alive.
Her thoughts were interrupted as an arm pulled her off the bed and down the stairs.
"Mione, no. I can't look at him. He probably hates me. I'd hate me."
Hermione stopped in her tracks, "In no world is it possible that Harry Potter hates you, Stella."
"But-"
"No, buts, Stella. The actions of a relative are not your actions."
She pulled Estella down to the now-empty Common Room and immediately found Ron sitting in a chair and Harry sitting on the couch facing the burning fireplace. Hermione pushed Estella onto the couch.
"Harry, tell her that you don't hate her."
Harry faced Estella, noting her crestfallen and dejected expression. "Es, it's not your fault. In no world is it your fault. In no world is it possible that I could hate you."
She looked at him, his emerald eyes shining earnestly, "You have to know that I had no idea. All I knew was that my mom was Sirius's Black's sister."
Harry stood up and pulled the girl into his arms. His arms wrapped tightly around her as if she'd pull away at any moment.
"You remember what I said, right?" Harry whispered.
Estella laughed, "Can't get rid of me that easy."
This was more of a filler chapter, but I hope you enjoyed.
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