"What."
The news Andromeda had come to deliver wasn't sitting right in Harry's head. He could've sworn she said-
"Sirius Black was your father." Andromeda had decided to edit the information she had gotten from Remus' letter. The boy didn't need to know about Pettigrew, and as he had Teddy, there was no need for her to include Remus' part either, the lad would only feel betrayed. "Lily performed a ritual when you were born that made Sirius your father just as much as James. She knew of the prophecy, and knew that while it was likely you would all die, nothing is ever certain. So she performed the ritual so that you would have more family than just her sister. That's why none of the house curses have hurt you, not because you now own the house, but because you are a direct Black descendant."
"Why did no one tell me this?"
"Sirius felt he had failed you when he landed himself in Azkaban. He was grateful enough you accepted him as a Godfather, he didn't want to push his luck. I found out from Remus shortly before the final battle, and I am here today because it is the first day I have been able to leave Nymphadora alone with the baby."
Harry just nodded and left the room. Hermione, who had been quiet through the whole exchange, thanked Andromeda and led her out, before going to find Harry.
She found him in his room, trying to dress in cleaner clothes, apparently having just cast body-cleaning charms on himself. She walked over and helped him put on his t-shirt.
"I need to go, 'Mione. I can't stay here, not knowing he was my Dad too and I-" his voice broke as he tried and failed to hold his emotions in. Hermione pulled him into an embrace, knowing he needed the contact, but would never ask. When she felt him shaking and her neck become wet, she pulled him over to the bed, knowing that this kind of emotional out-pouring would leave him exhausted.
"It's ok to cry, Harry. It's ok to let it out." She murmured to him as she rubbed his back. She started to cry herself, listening to him. They stayed like that for hours, until eventually both fell asleep. Kreacher and Winky, who had been listening by the door, wanting to help their master in whatever way they could, crept in, took off shoes and emptied pockets, removed Harry's glasses and pulled the covers over the sleeping pair.