Harry Potter and the Forgotten Secrets

Ch. 8 ~ Perfect Sense

Lara's POV

Our Thanksgiving holiday at the Burrow was over, and we were on orders from Dumbledore to stay put. But this gave me a chance to get to know Harry and the Weasley’s so much better before I married him. I had a feeling the older adults in the house, or who frequently came to visit knew exactly who I was. I could only hope that they didn’t tell Harry before I had a chance to. Mrs. Weasley had asked me to join her in going to the store, and I accepted.

The store was so busy we had a hard time finding everything we need. Finding enough food to feed as many people as were fed in the Weasley house was a nightmare. I wanted a small family with an occasional visit to Ron’s. Being part of a large family was something I just wasn’t used to.

Mrs. Weasley pulled the car into the driveway and we grabbed as many of the bags as we could. My arms were extremely weighted down as I trudged up to the door. The house finally seemed quiet for once. Every one was gone except for Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Mrs. Weasley pulled her wand carefully out of her pocket and pointed it at the door. The door popped open and we walked inside.

“What a mad house. Muggles everywhere.” Ron and Hermione stood up to help us. They each took bags from us and followed into the kitchen. “Oh, thank you dears. How was your day?”

“Good. I got our homework sent to the school,” Hermione said, setting her bags down.

“Oh, good,” I said, dropping the armful of bags I had. What a relief. “I’ve been so worried about our biology homework.” Hermione smiled weakly at me; something was wrong. “What’s the matter?”

Ron started to say something, but Hermione grabbed his arm. “Lara…can I talk to you in private?” Ron nodded, kissing Hermione on the cheek and walked back to the couch where Harry still sat, staring into the fire. I looked at Hermione, confused. “Excuse us, Mrs. Weasley.” She took my arm and we went to the front porch.

“’Mione, what’s the matter? Is something wrong with Harry?” She just stared at me for a minute, many thoughts and questions displaying on her face. Oh god…had they found out about Sirius somehow?

Hermione sat on the rail of the porch and stared at her shoes. “Lara…Harry found your school records today.” I dropped the cloak that I had been trying to keep on my shoulders. Hermione finally looked up at me.

“He what?”

“Is Sirius your dad?”

I nodded, tears starting to fill my eyes. I ran a finger through my hair. “I wasn’t allowed to tell you. I wanted to so much…” I was sobbing now, and Hermione started to cry too. Her face showed pain and hurt. I did not mean for it to happen this way. “You have to believe me that I wanted to tell you.”

“Then why didn’t you?” Harry had just come outside, Ron behind him. Ron shrugged his shoulders and gave Hermione an apologetic look and made his way to her. She gave him a small smile, wiping her cheeks.

I turned and took Harry’s hand. “Oh, Harry…I wanted to. Mum made me promise that I wouldn’t…as well as Dumbledore.”

Harry looked stunned and hurt. “Lara, I don’t even know who you really are. How did you expect me to know who I was marrying if you didn’t tell me who you were?” He paused. I didn’t know what to say. “So, you’re really Sirius’s daughter?” I nodded, my heart aching a little.

“I didn’t know him. Mum told me of him of course, but he was in Azkaban all my life…and then…” I trailed off; I couldn’t finish my sentence. Harry swallowed hard. “What was my father like, Harry?” Harry’s face brightened as a light seemed to go off in his head. He wrapped his arms around me and I cried into his shoulders.

“Lara…” Harry couldn’t seem to find the right words. I let out a deep sigh as we were suddenly left alone on the porch

“I’m so sorry, Harry.” It was all I seemed to be able to say. No words could express the hurt I felt from knowing that I would never know my father, and that the man I loved knew him. Even though it was only a short time, he had more time with my father than I did. A part of me hated Harry for that, but I loved him so much more.

Harry stroked my hair and brought my chin up to look into my eyes. A tear ran down my cheek and Harry wiped it away. “I don’t want anymore crying, Lara Black.” I closed my eyes. It felt so good to finally hear him say my last name. “I forgive you for not telling me about Sirius.” Harry leaned forward and kissed me softly on the lips. My whole world was right here. I may not have my father, and my mother may not be able to care for me anymore, but my life was perfect just the way it was. When I was in his arms, everything was perfect. “I love you, Lara.”

“I love you, too.” We spent the next 20 minutes holding each other silently. I know I was thinking about Sirius, and I’m sure Harry was too. Suddenly, we both had something more in common, and it all made perfect sense that we were together, forever in our love.