Chapter 61- A Potter Till The End
"Tell him," said Hazel.
Everyone looked over at her. "Mercutio he has a right to know. Tell him."
Mercutio looked over at Harry. Harry looked like he had already made up his mind.
Whatever was told to him he would not believe it.
"Harry," Merctuio started, "You are Harry Riddle. You are my son. You were raised by
the Potters to keep you safe from Voldemort. Hazel and you grew up together for that first year of your life and when Voldemort attacked Hazel's home you were there. Hazel is the Potter's daughter. The world was told that you were her twin and when The Potters died she died too. You were to never be told you had a twin and you were to live as a Potter.
But Hazel did survey in Egypt. Then this year she was sent back here to be enpregnanted by Mr. Malfoy. Voldemort's sister is your mother and I am your father."
Harry looked around the room. Hazel was crying without realizing it. Ginny was just as
stunned as could be expected. Harry looked brokened. His whole life he had believed he was a Potter. Son to the good guys. Only survivor of his family. But now, his father is alive.
He is the nephew to the one person in his life that he was told to hate. And his love was all twisted into it.
"Hazel how long have you known?" asked Harry not looking at her.
"I just found out today. I'm so sorry." she said trying not to cry harder. She wanted him to look at her. She wanted to see his eyes. But his eyes remained on the floor.
"What about my mother?" asked Harry.
"She died along with James. She was trying to save Lily, Hazel and you," said Mercutio.
Then Harry looked up at Hazel. His eyes where filled with an unexplainable emotion.
"I don't care what my last name is. I will always be a Potter," said Harry. "In heart and
mind,"
Hazel gave a weak smile. She knew it was no use trying to get him to except the truth. Or
maybe he did except it but really didn't care.
"The hell with this. Kill him," said Lucius to Cabbe and Goyle.
"Tell him," said Hazel.
Everyone looked over at her. "Mercutio he has a right to know. Tell him."
Mercutio looked over at Harry. Harry looked like he had already made up his mind.
Whatever was told to him he would not believe it.
"Harry," Merctuio started, "You are Harry Riddle. You are my son. You were raised by
the Potters to keep you safe from Voldemort. Hazel and you grew up together for that first year of your life and when Voldemort attacked Hazel's home you were there. Hazel is the Potter's daughter. The world was told that you were her twin and when The Potters died she died too. You were to never be told you had a twin and you were to live as a Potter.
But Hazel did survey in Egypt. Then this year she was sent back here to be enpregnanted by Mr. Malfoy. Voldemort's sister is your mother and I am your father."
Harry looked around the room. Hazel was crying without realizing it. Ginny was just as
stunned as could be expected. Harry looked brokened. His whole life he had believed he was a Potter. Son to the good guys. Only survivor of his family. But now, his father is alive.
He is the nephew to the one person in his life that he was told to hate. And his love was all twisted into it.
"Hazel how long have you known?" asked Harry not looking at her.
"I just found out today. I'm so sorry." she said trying not to cry harder. She wanted him to look at her. She wanted to see his eyes. But his eyes remained on the floor.
"What about my mother?" asked Harry.
"She died along with James. She was trying to save Lily, Hazel and you," said Mercutio.
Then Harry looked up at Hazel. His eyes where filled with an unexplainable emotion.
"I don't care what my last name is. I will always be a Potter," said Harry. "In heart and
mind,"
Hazel gave a weak smile. She knew it was no use trying to get him to except the truth. Or
maybe he did except it but really didn't care.
"The hell with this. Kill him," said Lucius to Cabbe and Goyle.