Chapter 2 Arabella POV
"Uncle Mooney! Uncle Mooney! It's here! It's here." An excited, young voice screamed.
"What's here, what's got my little Ara so excited?" Remus asked. Though she knew her Uncle Mooney was just pretending to be confused she was too happy to care. Her letter had come.
"My letter. I'm going to Hogwarts!" She was so excited that she didn't even realize when her Uncle Mooney cover his super-sensitive ears when she screeched, he voice hitting levels almost impossible for human hearing. Then a thought occurred.
Flashback:
"What did he do? Uncle Mooney tell me." A six-year-old version of me asked.
"I will tell you before you go to Hogwarts." I heard Uncle Mooney tell the younger me.
End of Flashback
"You have to tell me," my voice broke the silence suddenly.
"Tell you what?" His voice sounded confused again only this time I knew he wasn't pretending to be confused.
"You have to tell me what he did." I said, my voice was flat and held almost no emotion, but I knew that if you looked hard enough you would find hurt and curiosity.
I knew by the look on his face that he had made the same connection as me.
"Oh."
I saw the recognition hit his eyes. I watched as he had his own flashback. As he remembered the conversation we had when I was six. The conversation where he promised to tell me before I got to Hogwarts. Promised to tell me what my father did to get him taken away from me. He had always been very secretive about it. If it would ever come up in a conversation he would give this person a look and they would stop talking abruptly and awkwardly change the subject quickly as to not get him mad. He may have been a passive person but when someone did something to someone he loved (i.e. me) let's just say I hope it wasn't near a full moon. At least for that person's sake.
He sighed dejectedly and slumped his shoulders. It was as if he was carrying the weight of the wizarding world on his shoulders and for a moment I wanted to tell him to stop but my need to know over took for just a few moments. He walked over to his favorite, old, reclining chair and fell into it. I went over to sit on his couch but he waved his hands at me and patted his lap. He wanted me to sit with him, on his lap. Of course I didn't mind, I grew up sitting on his lap. It was actually my favorite seat in the whole house.
He sighed once more.
"Ok, you have heard of Harry Potter right?" he asked.
"Of course. Who hasn't?" I was very confused at this point. I thought we were going to talk about my father not Harry Potter The-Boy-Who-Lived. "What does he have to do with my father?"
I had I had heard him mutter 'Harry' before I had asked the second question but I didn't bother and let it go, knowing that I could have heard that right.
"I'm getting to that." He said this tiredly. He put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer to him. I guessed he needed some extra reassurance. So I gave him a kiss on the cheek and told him the truth.
"I won't hate you for not telling me. You always have me in mind when you decide what to do. I'm sure you had my best interest in mind. You always do what's best for me, I'm sure of it." I said this with truth coating my voice; I knew that if he looked for a lie in there he would not find one.
I guessed it worked because he took a deep breath in through his nose and then opened his mouth to talk when…The floo flared up showing that someone was coming through. And it was…
Nympahadora Tonks.
At least it was her head. And boy was she grinning.
She was my older cousin by 7 years but her and I would always be best friends. We still where even when she was at Hogwarts, she had graduated a year ago. She was now studying to become an auror with the highly esteemed Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody. Most people where scared of him but I thought he was awesome and he always had the best stories to tell.
"Hey! Anybody there! I heard that Hogwarts letters were coming today." She shouted apparently not seeing Uncle Remus and I in the chair, right next to the fire.
I coughed to get her attention. She all but jumped out of the fire and I had a feeling that Uncle Teddy-Beddy was holding her waist so she didn't fall out. She was amazingly clumsy.
"Oh! There you guys are." She said with a blush creeping into her hair. I knew that she had a crush on Uncle Mooney but she would never tell him and I wouldn't betray her trust like that. Although I knew that he liked her to, he would never do anything about it. Something about being 'to old, to poor, and to dangerous'. Oh why must I get stuck with two oblivious people? I thought to myself with a roll of my eyes.
"Nymphie, Uncle Mooney and I were talking. Can I floo over and talk to you later?" I asked.
"Sure.." she said confused. She looked at Uncle Mooney. They seemed to be talking with their eyes. I hate it when people do that.
Her eyes widened and she took a breath.
"Oh. Of course, floo over when you get the chance." She seemed nervous and was itching to get out of there.
And just like that her head was gone from our living room and the room was quite once again.
"Ok." I was more than ready to start the story that everybody but me knows.
He took a deep breath again. He opened his mouth.
"Start talking before we are interrupted again." I said this with need, urgency and curiosity lacing my voice.
He just laughed and looked at me.
"Oh. Right. Go ahead." I said trying to hold the blush back.
"Thank you." He said this with a slight smile on his face.
"Ok. So, your dad's name was Sirius Black and he came from 'The Most Noble and Ancient House of Black'. All of his family had been in Slytherin but he, he was a Gryffindor.
~END OF CHAPETHER~
