Who
makes you his Confidant?
By
Empress of the Lone Islands
Harry lay on his bed at no. 4 privet drive flicking
through the photo album Hagrid had given him.
The wind outside picked up and blew through window
disturbing his homework on his desk nearly upsetting his inkpot. As Harry went
to shut the window a few of the lose photos in the album came out and blew
across the room.
Harry bent down to pick them up only to discover that
stuck on the back of one of them was a slightly smaller photo's of two girls.
Picking it up to get a closer look Harry realised that the girl on the left was
his mother at around 11, the girl next to her looked about 4-5 years older with
copper ringlets spilling over her shoulders and emerald green eyes just like
his mothers. In the background was the red engine of the hogwarts express.
Harry couldn't recall having seen a picture of this girl before. Pulling the
photo's apart he read the back of it, it read Lily and I (Rose) on Lily's
first day at Hogwarts.
Harry did some very quick thinking, Rose, Lily and Petunia
what a lovely flower garden. He was assuming that this girl was an elder sister
of his mothers who was also a witch and must of died, as there were no other
photos of her.
She may not have even been a sister maybe just a cousin or
a friend. Anyway he thought it wasn't that bigger deal but the idea that he
could have lived with someone else other than Aunt Petunia when Sirius was sent
to Azkaban was highly frustrating.
***
Harry had almost completely forgotten about the photograph
by the time it came to September 1st. The Dursleys had finally
consented to dropping him off at King's Cross Station after Harry had refreshed
their minds with the word Sirius.
After a very casual side step through the barrier between
platforms 9 and 10 he was standing in front of the Hogwarts Express. The
Dursleys had dropped him off earlier than usual so the platform wasn't that
crowded. He quickly found Ron and Hermione who both looked relieved to see him.
"Thank god you survived the holidays," said Hermione
hugging him. Harry couldn't remember going so red since he had asked Cho Chang
to the Yule Ball.
"Well what'd you expect," asked Harry, "I don't think
Uncle Vernon would let a wizard past the end of the road even if he was after
me."
Hermione laughed, "So you didn't do anything at all these
holidays?"
"Not a thing, Dumbledore wouldn't let me go to Ron's,"
sighed Harry.
"Yea," put in Ron, "you should have seen the fuss mum put
up, it was sort of worth the laugh, no offence Harry."
"What'd you guys do then," asked Harry.
"Well I went to Cornwall," informed Hermione, "the Hotel
we stayed in was just amazing…" Harry tuned out right about then and started
staring absent-mindedly over her shoulder. It was a while before Harry noticed
what he was looking at, standing on the opposite side of the platform was a
family of children he had never seen before. The youngest boy was reluctantly
letting his mum hug him whose faces Harry couldn't see. Next to them were two
boys who must have been twins who reminded Harry of drastically of Fred and
George Weasley and someone else he couldn't put a name to. Then standing
laughing as one of the boys cracked a joke were two girls also identical.
Another boy walked over with and owl perched on his shoulder. At that moment
the woman (mother) stood up right and turned to hug the girls. Harry's mouth
fell open; the memory of the photo came rushing back. This woman was the girl
standing next to his mother in the photo. Although 20 years older she still had
shining copper ringlets and sparkling emerald eyes.
"Harry," interrupted Hermione, "are you alright?"
"Y-yea," gaped Harry, "fine." Ron looked over his shoulder
to see what Harry had been looking at.
"Why were you looking at them?" Enquired Ron.
"Who," Harry tried to say pretending he hadn't been
looking at them.
"That family over there," explained Ron.
"I wasn't," replied Harry.
"Whatever," scoffed Ron, "I know those girls are very
attractive and all but you just don't stand there gawking."
"Shall we go get a compartment?" Interrupted Hermione.
"Yea," said Harry quickly.
The three dragged their heavy trunks onto the train, found
themselves an empty compartment and sat down.
Shortly after the engine started and the scurry of
footsteps started getting lighter. Harry, Ron and Hermione started looking for
Mrs Weasley to wave goodbye. Just as Harry stuck his head out the window the
photo woman walked past as she did so she looked right at him smiled said, "Hi
Harry" and walked off. Harry was stunned that would have to be the one of the
rare people who didn't look at his scar the first time they saw him before they
new his name.
"Do you know her," asked Ron.
"No," said Harry, "But…" he stopped there thinking twice
about telling Ron and Hermione about the photo.
"But what?" Asked Hermione.
Harry decided to tell them, he opened his trunk pulled out
the photo and thrust it in front of their faces.
"No way," said Ron aghast reading the back.
"You don't think that's true," asked Hermione.
"That's just it," said Harry, "I'm not sure."
"She had all those kids with her," said Ron, "find one of
them and ask."
"I thought I'd ask Hagrid," said Harry.
"Yea, that might be a better start," confirmed Hermione.
***
