Chapter 2

Myra

Harry was sitting by his window at number 4, Privet Drive. He could visualize the empty street, the dim street lights making the shadows even darker, inside his room there was a mess, his trunk was open and every content was spilled on the floor. The moonlight outside made a stream of light trespass the room, on his bed it was possible to see several papers laid carelessly between the sheets, in one of them it was possible to distinguish the disheveled hair of Harry's godfather, Sirius Black, at the short note the Prophet released about his innocence. The other featured his own picture with the lines "The Chosen One" below. Other was a headline in the gossip section:

"Dumbledore's illegitimate granddaughter is back!

by Rita Skeeter

After avoiding the issue for years the Hogwarts' headmaster can't hide her anymore, his granddaughter decided to leave reclusion and walk back to the family.

The information was given by a source close to the situation, we are at hopes that Albus Dumbledore will clarify the issue. more on page 6"

Next to the headboard was possible to distinguish Ron's sloppy calligraphy.

"Dear Harry

How's everything going with the muggles? (probably just an incredible amount of dragon's shit!). Dad's got a new job on the Ministry, something related to Dark Artifacts, he got a new car too, but it doesn't fly (lucky us!). Dad said we can pick you up on the 26th in the morning, but we will have to go to to Grimmauld Place for a couple of days, something related to Sirius' will, I'm really sorry. I also heard that the girl the paper are claiming to be Dumbledore's granddaughter will be joining us.

Be ready on the 26th!

See you!

Ron"

Even though he was eager to leave the nÂș 4 at Privet Drive on the next morning, he wasn't willing to come back to Sirius' house, the sudden death of his godfather was still eating his insides. The two-faced mirror laying at the bottom of his trunk as a reminder that he would never answer it. The boy sighted and got up to gather his things, there was only a couple of hours left before the sunrise.

The next morning came with a headache for Harry, his scar aching constantly now, but he had a strange dream, he only remembered deep blue eyes, crying blood. He shook his head and ran his hand through his black messed-up hair and went for a bath, the water was almost cold, but the day was hot and the air was heavy enough for him not to care. When he looked at his face in the mirror, seeing the droplets falling in his face, he looked older, more like a man than he ever did.

"'Bye, see you next summer" Harry shouted behind his right shoulder. He didn't even let the Weasley's car fully stop before rushing down the stairs to the front door. He was welcomed by thick hair and a strong embrace.

"We missed you" he heard Hermione's voice saying when she let him go, Ron was standing behind her, seeming taller than the previous school year, he hugged Harry, patting his back. In all his grief he had forgotten how he missed his friends.

The new car was black and seemed newer than the ol' Ford Anglia, when Harry got in he was greeted by a smiling Mr. Weasley.

"Hello, Harry!" he said smiling "How are you doing?"

"Fine" Harry answered with unease, he didn't know how fine he would be once he got at Grimmauld Place.

The trip was filled with small talk, avoiding the topics they knew Harry wasn't eager to discuss. When they finally arrived at Grimmauld Place, Harry felt his stomach curling, he felt Ron's big hand squeezing his shoulder and Hermione grabbing his wrist, he wasn't alone and grief wouldn't last forever.

The house smelled like confinement and the boy felt hard to breath for a second, it would pass, one day his absence wouldn't weight so much.

"You look so thin!" Mrs. Weasley said when she saw him, even though she could see the mild muscles that the constant quidditch practice were forming through the years "Dinner will be ready in a couple of hours!"

"Let's go upstairs" Ron suggested, the passed quietly in front of Mrs. Black portrait and got the last room on the first floor, sitting on the bed, based on the quantity of clothes it seemed that Ron had claimed it as their room.

"Where's everyone?" Harry asked looking the deteriorated wallpaper.

"Well, Bill is on a mission for The Order, Fred and George are at their store, they are arriving soon" Ron says in a monotonous tone.

"Remus and Tonks are coming tonight with Dumbledore's granddaughter" Hermione says and Harry turns to face her "I heard them talking about it this morning"

"Considering Dumbledore is like 100 years old" Ron says lying on his stomach "She's like... what? 60?"

Harry snorted and the snort grew to a laugh, it seemed like he hasn't laughed in ages, but sitting there with his friends he felt himself again, he was himself again.

"I'm the Chosen One" he said suddenly and the laugh of Ron and Hermione subtly died.

He proceeded on talking about everything that happened the night after they returned from the Ministry, his anger towards Dumbledore after Sirius' death and what the headmaster told him about the prophecy. Both of his friends looked stunned, but before they could say anything the door flew open and the twins plus Ginny got in.

"Harry, my friend!" Fred said smiling and nodding to Ron and Hermione.

"Knowing your curiosity and eagerness to sneak in every little thing" started George "I bet you would want to know that Dumbledore's granddaughter just arrived here"

Ron got up in a jolt and tried to run through the door but Fred and George stopped him.

"Easy, the girl seems a little uncomfortable" Fred says holding Ron. 'Girl?' Harry thinks confused.

They all step slowly out of the room, Harry was the last one and was caught up by a closed door in the middle of the corridor, it said Sirius Black; his heart clenched, he didn't know how long he stared at the door, but when he sighted and moved on he was alone in the corridor. When he got to the final step of the staircase he noticed that everyone was looking at him, there was a person backing him, a head smaller than him, he could only see the long wavy black hair.

When she turned to him, he sucked a breath. She had roundish almond shaped eyes with piercing blue orbs, small nose with rounded top and fair pink lips,her faced adorned in her black bangs, her skin was porcelain matching her long sleeved white shirt, well worn jeans and flats. She was holding the cuffs of her shirt and it was possible to see some marks that would make Aunt Petunia go crazy. She didn't look 60. Not at all.

"Hi" he said with unease, how long had he stared at her? He felt like he knew her, his heart beating fast and he tried not to shake when he offered his hand "I'm Harry Potter"

"Nice to meet you" her voice was velvet, for someone so small her voice sounded confident "I'm Myra Black"

His heart stopped for a second and his stomach sank, he thought about running to the bathroom and vomiting.

How was she a Black, it was impossible. He kept holding onto her gaze without letting her hand go.

"I'm Sirius' daughter" she said in the same confident tone, as if she was waiting to put those words out of her lips.


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