Chapter 3 Part 1 Letters and Laughter
Dear Rory,
How is my little girl ? I hope you are well. I am content at the present but I miss you terribly so does your uncle but he won't admit it - which reminds me of you. How is Sirius and everyone ? I am concerned about the letters you sent. You don't seem your normal happy self. Rory, mon belle fille remember your uncle tried to warn you that meeting Sirius wouldn't be like your fantasies you know, him leaving Harry Potter for us so we can be a big happy famille. I thought it was a good idea for you to meet your dad and I still think so. I know you feel like you aren't wanted there but I am sure Sirius is happy you are there. And in my book that's all that matters. As for this Hermione and Ginny calling you those names behind your back. I can understand where they are coming from, and no I am not taking their side. It's just you aren't very good at making good impressions with people your own age especially if they are friends of Harry. You tend to let your jealousy and anger of Harry take control. Sweetie, your insecurities about not being born a boy are completely silly and rather stupid I love you no matter what whether you were a boy or girl or a giant squid I am positive your dad feels the same. Give him and Harry a chance. I know you crave for your father's love and attention but you just have accept that you have share it with Harry. I know your screaming and cursing that you don't want to share anything with Harry Potter especially your dad. But sadly that how it's going to be you and I can't change that...
Well I better feed Caspian and Toodles now so send my love to Sirius and yes, Harry Potter.
Love your mum,
Lareyna Reagan
P.S. I think it would be best if you didn't go to Hogwarts I won't state my reasons right now but it is your choice.
I groaned after I read Mum's letter. I put on my bedside table and laid down on my bed. She knew me better than I knew myself. I suddenly felt guilty and disgusted in myself for acting like a complete bitch towards Harry for the past two weeks. 'Why can't I be nice to him?' My attitude towards the girls well they certainly wouldn't thaw anytime soon. I could hear laughter coming from downstairs. Everyone was having lunch now probably. I wasn't hungry.
I remembered something Dora told me a couple of days ago.
Flashback
"Dora, why are you staring at me like that," I asked. She had been staring at me in a peculiar way for fifteen minutes. I growing self conscious and annoyed every second. She looked away smiling.
"Nothing Rory."answered Dora with a slight patronizing smile. I glared.
"If it's really nothing then there should not be a problem in telling me now is there?" I argued. She looked at me for a moment then sighed.
"Fine, I'll tell you but you have to promise not to get mad or anything."
"I promise."
"Well Sirius – your dad has – urm this notion or hope that you and Harry will fall in love one day and marry. He kind of let it slip this morning to Remus and I overhead but of course my lack of balance has come well he knows I know so um," Dora trailed off. She was cut off by my laughter. Dora looked at me nervously.
Oh my dear dad. What an impossibly cliche hope could he possible think of? His deceased best friend's son and his daughter together. What has this house, and Azkaban have done to your reckless and brillant mind?Harry Potter and I. Me, Rory Black and Harry Potter. No not happening. Maybe in an alternate universe I could possibly love him but in this world...Anyway the sudden image of Ginny Weasley 's enrage and jealous face if she ever found out sent me into hysterics.
"You aren't upset?"noted Dora with disbelief when I stopped laughing to catch my breath. I shook my head vigorously smiling still. She smiled in relief that I wasn't having a my Black family inherited temper tantrum.
"So what's it like being a Auror?" I fired off.
End of Flashback
I smiled faintly at the memory. I lay on my bed staring at my faded gold curtains of my four poster bed thinking of flying with Leo or Uncle D'Artagnan or shopping with my best friend Gabrielle or talking with Mum by the river Seine. I felt homesick. I was just about to fall asleep when someone knocked gently on the door.
"Go away."I mumbled into my pillow. The person chuckled. I heard the door creak open. Sighing deeply I slowly turned my head to see them.
"Sorry to disturb you."
Who is it? Sirius, Dora, Harry, Hermione, a Weasley, Kreacher (haha) , a member of the Order ? tell me if I should continue or not.
