Once again, posting yesterday's today! I'm sorry, it's just that I was at my sister's and she has tiny little children that demand so much attention and energy…
Truth in Television
The summer after fourth year, Harry came back to his Uncle and Aunt's home not only exhausted, and angry, but also traumatized by Voldemort's return and Cedric's death. Yet, somehow, it was easier to concentrate on the truth Sirius had uncovered for him last December than to concentrate on any of the more important things.
They had started the drive away from Kings' Cross in silence, as always. They never had much to say to Harry at all, never fussing over him or taking care of him like they did Dudley - who, thankfully, was not in the car at the moment, as Harry was sure he would have made the entire area sweat just by proximity to that much fat.
"Um," he said, immediately regretting it. Vernon's driving accelerated with the mere sound of Harry's voice.
"What. Is. It." It wasn't truly a question, but Harry answered it anyway.
"It is true - " he gulped. "Is it true that I'm Jewish?"
"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, BOY?" screamed Vernon.
"It's just that my godfather - you remember him, right?" he said, suddenly feeling a lot more confident, now that he was under the familiar protective shell of Sirius' godfather-hood-ness. "He told me that my parents celebrated Hanukkah."
"WHY, YOU - "
"Vernon," said Petunia quietly. "He's right."
It was suddenly very quiet in the car. And then -
"But that means - when we - "
"I abandoned the faith, Vernon. Long before we met. My parents were always a bit sad over it, but…" She hesitated, glancing at Harry for just a moment. "They were all too glad to find out that they were not abandoning it."
"So I am," he said.
"You would have been," said Petunia.
And that was that.
A/N: Sorry that it's so short, but I'm posting the next one, which is a two parter, right away, so yay!