"So did you have a good time over there?" Harry asked his daughter when they returned home.

"Yeah. We should go see him more often. You saw how happy he was to see us."

"Yes, but it's hard Lily. When I was with Rosco I could pretend that everything was good and happy and perfect."

"But they weren't." Lily said automatically.

"No," Harry admitted. "They weren't."

"Did you love her dad?"

"Who?"

"Mum. Did you love her?"

"I don't know."

"How can you know know? She was your wife!"

"I loved her like I would love a sister. Not my wife."

"So who did you love like a wife?"

"Hannah Abbott."

"What! You two HATE each other!"

That's what happenes when you love someone too much. You spend all your time with them, and when you aren't with them, you're thinking about them, when you aren't thinking about them you're dreaming about them."

"And you got sick of each other?"

"No, I hurt her. I was hurt, and I hurt her." Harry suddenly shut his mouth, realising he was talking to his daughter. "Why aren't you in bed yet?"

"Because YOU were going to tell me something."

"Too bad. Go to bed."

"Daaaaaaaddd! I need to know these things."

"That might work with Ron, but it won't work with me."

"Dad, we were silent for eleven years. Now that we're talking, you won't tell me anything."

"That was SO melodramatic." Harry said.

"Dad, I'm serious."

"So am I. You should get into theatre."

"Do you think so? I was thinking of veering off into opera...."

"Oh no. Definitely theatre. You have the jaw bone for theatre..."

Lily laughed, and then sobered up. "But seriously, I think you need to tell me what happened with Hannah."

Harry sighed. "It was a long time ago Lily. I don't remember what happened very well."

'Yes you do!' Harry's heart screamed. He remembered it perfectly...

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Harry stared down at the barely moving form of Richard Abbott. He was an informer, a turner, a spy. Harry kicked the man brutally in the side, and he took a sharp breath. "Please Harry, let me explain."

"Explain what? It looks pretty simple to me." They both looked up as Hannah opened the front door and gasped.

"What's going on?"

"Your father has been passing information to Voldemort." Harry said viciously, not looking up from Richard.

"Daddy?" Hannah whispered. "Is he telling me the truth?"

"I'm sorry Hannah. I'm so sorry."

Hannah turned and ran back out the door. Harry looked at Richard. He kicked him hard enough to break the older man's leg, and then he followed Hannah out the door. "Hanni? Are you okay?"

"Oh Harry. My own father, they'll give him the Kiss for sure-"

"Let me deal with it Hannah."

"Oh Harry. Let me say good-bye first-"

"Let me deal with it. Then you can talk to him." Harry turned and walked back into Hannah's house. He looked at the bloody, choking form of Richard Abbott. "Good bye Mr Abbott." He said, smiling.

"Avada Kedavra!" Harry cried. Richard didn't have time to say anything. The next sound Harry heard was Hannah's scream.

"You killed him!"

"He was an informer."

"You killed him Harry! You didn't even let me say good-bye!"

"He was an informer Hannah."

Hannah knelt and cradled her fathers head in her lap. "You didn't let me say good-bye." She wept.

"He would have killed me if he had the chance. And you as well."

"I didn't get to say good-bye Harry!"

"Neither did I."

Hannah's eyes widened and she stood, setting her fathers head to the side. "All you want is revenge. Harry, I don't even know you anymore-"

"It's not about revenge."

"Yes it is! Harry, that's all it is. You just want other people to suffer like you did. It's getting even." She reached out to touch his face, but he pushed her hand away.

"I lost everyone I loved Hannah. I don't care about revenge."

"What about me Harry?" Hannah asked gently. "You haven't lost me."

"I haven't loved you."

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Lily looked at her father's face, eyes wide, but he didn't say anything else. She stood and walked away, wandering down to her grandparents house. She knocked on the door and her grandmother came to the door.

"Lily! Come in love, come in!"

"Grandmama, can you tell me stories?"

"Of course pet, about what?"

"About my dad."

"Oh Lily, we don't know much about your papa, your mummy though, we know stories about your mummy-"

"No Grandmamma, I need to know about my dad. I need to know everything you know. What do you know grandma?"

"I don't know much about your papa Lily, but Hannah does." Mary Bones turned and called down the stairs. "Hanneli! You have a guest!"

Lily heard the clinking of balls and knew that Hannah and her grandfather were having a game of billiards. She waited patiently until Hannah's blond head came up the stairs, she grinned when she saw Lily, and they went to the front room to talk. "So why have you come to pay me a call?"

"It's about my dad Hannah."

Hannah's smile trembled but did not fade. She took a sip of her drink and looked at Lily. "Oh?" She said calmly.

"Yes. What happened Hannah? Why can't you forgive him?" Lily was surprised to hear her voice break.

"It's not about forgiving, Lily. We've done that already. But we can't go back to what we had. Too much has happened, too much has changed."

"But things would have changed if you had got married too!" Lily didn't quite know what her objective was. She liked Hermione, but she could not end her constant quest to find her father's own happiness.

"Lily. What your father and I had is over. We have both been forgiven-"

"So why can't you be friends?" Lily was practically screaming. "Why can't you even be CIVIL to each other?"

Hannah looked at her hands. "Because your father can't forgive himself. He doesn't know how to let go!" Hannah seemed to be talking to herself more than Lily. She turned to face her goddaughter then, and smiled. "He's as happy as he'll ever be Lily."

Feeling once again unhelped, Lily got up and walked away, wondering where she could bring her hopeless case next.