Harry slept next to Missy, but not pleasantly. Once again, he was plagued by nightmares. He had been able to avoid having them at Missy's by pure luck. He tossed and turned, his hair plastered to his forehead by sweat. At the moment, he was reliving the death of Sirius. He remembered watching his Godfather die, and not being able to do anything about it. How he longed to go back and be able to save him. Every now and then he would mumble in his sleep.

"Harry?" Missy asked, half asleep. "Harry!" She shook him slightly, worried. She had never seen him like this. It was terrifying.

Jerking awake, he was panting, looking around. He had to remember where he was before moving. Harry sat up, looking over to Missy, then at her bed. The blankets and sheets were all over. "I'm sorry." He said, shaking his head.

She put her hand gently on his shoulder. "What's wrong? You were...talking...in your sleep. Who's Sirius?" Missy asked, knowing she'd never heard the name before. "And who's Bellatrix?" Not exactly a name that she would forget.

Harry sighed, pulling his knees up to rest his elbows on them. Letting his head fall back, he wasn't sure what to say. He didn't know if he should lie, omit some things, or just tell her the truth. Looking over to her, and seeing the concern on her face, he got out of bed. "Come on. It's a long story." Once she slipped out of bed, he moved around and took her hand in his. "I'll make some coffee."

"Okay." She agreed. Missy wasn't sure what to think. She knew that he didn't like to talk about his life in England, but she didn't think it was bad enough to warrant a full discussion. He let go of her hand once they reached the kitchen and let her sit down.

Neither said anything as he moved around the kitchen, brewing a pot of coffee. Once he hit the 'power' button, he sighed and joined her at the table. "I hope you don't think I'm crazy, or hate me for not telling you to begin with. Considering your Christian upbringing. Just, please let me explain before deciding if you hate me or not." He begged her.

"What's going on, Harry?" She asked, getting more worried.

"For starters, in England, I'm famous. Well, in some communities." He started, sitting back. "In some places, the name Harry Potter is followed by ' the boy who lived'." How was he even supposed to explain this? "My parents were James and Lily Potter. My father was a wizard, my mother was a Muggle-born witch. Meaning, her parents were non-magical. I...am a...wizard." Harry said it slowly, trying to judge her reaction. "I attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Licking his lips, he looked down at his hands. "Sirius was my Godfather. He was killed by Bellatrix... There's more, but I'll let you say what you want to say. I can tell you want to." He said, looking back up.

Missy was staring at him like he was insane. "Wizard?" She asked, not sure she even heard him right. "Are you joking with me? If you don't want to tell me about your past, don't lie." She said, angry.

As Harry went to defend himself, the coffee beeped, letting them know it was done. "Come on. Why would I lie?" He asked. "I am a wizard. Have you ever wondered why we visit here, and not my place? It's because I'm researching a curer for Lycanthropy. My owl is in and out all the time." Turning to the coffee pot, he moved it to the table without touching it. "I'm not lying."

Staring at the coffee pot, Missy looked horrified. "Please, get your things and leave." She said, glancing to him.

"I'm sorry. I didn't want you to find out like this." He told her.

"Go." She wanted time to process her thoughts, to sort through what he had just told her.

Harry nodded and moved to her bedroom. After quickly packing his things, he apparated home. All Missy heard was a 'pop'.

Once he was back at his apartment, he dropped his bag on his couch and groaned. He had a feeling that was what would happen, but he had honestly hoped that she would be accepting. Harry moved to his kitchen, knowing that he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep that night. He glanced at the clock at shook his head. It was two in the morning. Had he stayed with Missy, they would have slept in, enjoyed a nice brunch, and then a nice day out.

Pulling open the fridge, he grabbed some leftovers to reheat. Harry silently cursed himself, knowing he should have just said that Sirius was his Godfather who died, and that Bellatrix was the cause. That was it.