Cliché Nine: Harry Potter's POV
He loves his sister. He does. The problem he has is when she does things to make him question if she really does know what she's doing. She has told him half this stuff is made up as she goes. He would believe that, if she didn't sprout of vague information that makes sense out of context all the time. So, half the time he's left confused at what she really knows and what's fake. At least Raddle's there, being just as confused as he is.
Another thing, Harry can't believe how much he likes the soul piece of his parents' murderer. He likes the thing more when he's in Obscurus form, but that might be because Raddle's scared of him then. As he should be. Harry's gotten rather good at controlling it, so it only happens by accident – like when someone says something or does something to his sister he strongly doesn't approve at. If Raddle ever harms her, he's going to tear the soul piece into further pieces and watch it burn like the confetti it is. Just like he's going to do to Pollux Black; how dare the man hit Daisy.
Harry blinks and comes back all at once. His sister is standing with her back to the three adult wizard pointing wands towards them. There's a shield in place, keeping his Obscurus form from attacking the Blacks and somehow he knows their spells towards him were blocked by it.
"Harry?" Daisy says softly, holding out her hands for him. His head instead snaps to the side, where Arcturus Black hurries out of the fireplace. The man takes one look at Harry and laughs. Full, gut-busting laughter that Harry realizes he can't hear. Must be part of the shield his sister made. "Harry?"
He turns back to his sister and floats down to her.
"I'm fine," she assures him. Knowing she isn't going to let him out to teach a lesson, he solidifies and hugs her, baring his teeth at Pollux. The shield lasts until Cygnus has the great idea of removing his father from the room. "Are you alright?"
"I'm not the one who was hit," he says sourly, sending healing magic into her. She's already healed herself, but this comforts him. "I thought this place was supposed to be better."
"He's a senile old man who will die before we reach school age," Daisy replies easily. The mask of a dazed, small girl passes on her face as she turns to the remaining two adults. As much as he doesn't agree with her acting like this, he's looking forward to her causing enough chaos that he won't be focused on for a while. He made a mistake going Obscurus, but she always fixes things. "Are you here to get your grandson out of the penalty box, Lord Black?"
Arcturus' laughter fades and he turns from the worried Cassiopeia to sit. Harry does like the paranoid man the best of the male Blacks. Lord Black is always patient with Daisy, but it's mostly because he understands her vague hints the best. The older twin wonders if she ever hinted his Obscurial status to the man. "Pardon? Sirius out of- what did you call it?"
"A penalty box," Harry says, holding tight to his sister's hand as she leads him to the man. "It's a sports term. When someone's committed a foul or broke a rule in a game, they go there."
"Ah," the man hums. "Why would I get Sirius out of trouble? I'm sure he deserves it for what he did."
Cassiopeia definitely thinks whoever this Sirius is deserves it, judging by her dark expression. Daisy just keeps smiling simply, eyes unfocused. "But we lost without him!"
"Oh?" the man laces his fingers together.
"Arcturus," Cassiopeia hisses. "We need to talk about-"
"Give us a minute, please, Lady Black," he replies dryly. "I would like to know why I should get my heir out of Azkaban."
"Arcturus, you don't actually believe-"
He's turns to the children, clearly showing he thinks Daisy's words are more important. Harry's respect in the man goes up a notch. "What did we lose without him?"
"Not you," Daisy says innocently. She motions to Harry and herself, and he just rolls with it. "Us. He didn't have the secret, so we lost without him."
Arcturus straightens quickly, but Harry's only more confused. The older twin wishes he could grab the book with his sister's words and write them down. It would be easier if he could see the puzzle pieces she's presenting instead of listening to them.
Lord Black almost smiles. "If my grandson wasn't the Keeper, who was?"
"Peter," Daisy says, blinking owlishly and then frowning a bit. "He was a bad Keeper; kept letting the other team score. We lost with him. And he had audience blown up to make himself look good."
"My word," Cassiopeia gasps harshly. She looks between Daisy and Lord Black, as if seeing the girl for the first time. "Sirius is innocent."
Harry has no idea what just happened, but apparently it's bigger than the fact he exploded into an Obscurus. At least Raddle feels just as confused as he is at the turn of events. Thank goodness he has someone to commiserate with later.
