Harry's POV
I sat at the table with Jamie after the party. We both had a glass of firewhiskey and we were discussing the day's events.
"So, Sirius, huh?" Jamie said, looking at me. "Looks like they finally got together."
"Yep," I took a swig of my drink. "She could do a lot worse."
Jamie was silent for a second. "Do you think you're ever going to tell her?"
"Why should I? It was so long ago."
"Well, yeah. But it might fix things a little between you two. I know you still want to be friends," Jamie looked at me expectantly.
"So? I don't want to talk, alright?"
Suddenly, Caroline stuck her head in the door.
"Are you two talking about it again?" she rolled her eyes and sat down next to me.
"Where's Jules?" Jamie asked.
"Taking a shower. Has he reached a verdict yet?"
"Nope."
Caroline sighed, "Why must you always evaluate every little detail about these things, Harry? Even when we were kids you never followed your heart," Oh yeah, I should probably tell you. Caroline is my cousin. "Why are you so against telling her the truth?" she added softly.
"She is happy. She has a boyfriend, a place of her own, she doesn't need that kind of stress," I got up and faced the wall.
"She misses her friend, the only one she really talked to about her parents," Caroline gently reminded me.
I guess I have held out on you long enough. The truth about what happened all those years ago is this: before Kiki came to Hogwarts, I was dating the most wonderful girl I had ever met, named Mary. She was smart, funny, sarcastic, and completely perfect. I was in love with her. But my world fell apart when she was taken from me. Killed by the Death Eaters for being muggle-born. For a year I barely spoke to anyone, and every day I remembered what I lost. Then, Kiki came. When I first saw her, I nearly fainted. She looked exactly like my Mary. We dated, and she turned out to be a wonderful friend, but I knew that I didn't like her. I only liked what she reminded me of. I couldn't stand leading her on, so we broke up. We had the argument, and I wish I could take back everything I said.
"I'll think about it," I finished my drink and left the two of them talking.