Harry looked at her and asked, "What do you know?" She paused for a moment her long dark hair shading her face. Finally, her eyes snapped back up to meet his and she whispered,
"Everything."
As Harry looked into her deep emerald eyes, he began to understand. He wasn't sure if he wanted to know why; why he was targeted, why his parents had been hunted so ardently, why Voldemort hated him so much. He was going to know. He thought that he always wanted to, but now that the reason was staring him in the face, he was afraid.
She looked at him questioningly. She could see the torment hidden just behind his eyes. She could see that he wanted to know, but he was afraid of what he was going to hear. She did not want to see him afraid any longer; she wished that she had just let him be hurt, let those he knew better take care of him, but she couldn't. She was not going to allow him to die over something so foolish. She decided it was Harry's time to know her story, to understand why his life had been so affected.
She drew in a breath and lifted her head and straightened out her neck. Finally she began to speak,
"First of all, I believe I should introduce myself. My name is Rosalyn Anne Potter." At this she paused in order to gage his reaction. He appeared as though he had something he wished to say, but she could not allow that; not until she had said what she intended to say.
"Yes, Harry, I am your grandmother. You are probably thinking, 'my grandparents died of old age and they raised my father and Sirius for a time' but I would have to tell you that you are wrong. James, my son, was raised by my brother, Henry and his wife Diana."
She could see the question's running through his mind, but she knew that she had to continue.
"I was turned into a vampire just after I gave birth to James. James came out healthy, but I had given up on life and was hemorrhaging severely. The reason I had given up on life was because the man that I loved, the father of my son, had died. He was physically still alive, but the man that I loved had changed so much that he was no longer that same person." This next bit was going to be difficult to say, but she knew that she had to say it. She knew that he had to know the truth.
"It turned out that the doctor that brought James into this world was a vampire. He asked me if I wanted to live. I could hear my son crying, the wonderful sound of the life that I had just brought into the world. James' father wasn't present, not that I expected him to be, so my son was given to my brother and his clinging wife who was incapable of bearing children. I was alone. I let him turn me. I have never regretted it. I was able to watch my son grow from afar. I was also able to watch his father develop into an even angrier more powerful man. Yes, Harry, your biological grandfather was Thomas Marvolo Riddle. That is why you are hunted. When James, the Dark Lord's son, married a muggle-born is was a slap in the face to Voldemort. He did not want his blood line tainted by a muggle-born. I tried to remain impartial, but when he killed our son I could not forgive him, but I still could not harm him."
"I know that there is not much you can do, but take this information, and learn from it. I can see you teetering on the same edge that he did, except he fell over into the abyss. I don't want the same fate to befall you."
At this a tear ran slowly down her cheek and splattered against the velvet of her jacket.