Chapter Thirty-Three
Weight upon my Shoulder
The next morning at breakfast, Seri was a bit gloomily. She smiled weakly when spoken to, but it seemed something else was bothering her. She sighed. "Are you okay baby girl?" Charlie asked, putting an arm around her shoulders.
Seri shock him off of her and nodded her head dumbly.
"Tell me." Charlie begged.
"No," Seri said softly.
"Want some of these!" Sirius said merrily passing Seri some warm biscuits. "I can't believe my parent left, isn't that great!" He chuckled. "This is the best cooking to come out of this kitchen since Andromeda was here."
Tonks smiled and thanked him.
"Seri," Harry said under his breath, leaning toward her. "I had a dream last night."
Seri looked at him and nodded, "So did I."
Harry grinned and looked at her. "Was it about your parents and Christmas and."
"Oh." Seri said softly, her ears turning pink.
"What?" Harry said.
"I didn't have a dream about Christmas."
"What did you then?"
Seri looked at Charlie who was slyly trying to lean in and hear. "Harry, come here."
Seri took his lower arm and excused herself from the table.
"What's wrong Seri?" Harry said, as Seri showed him to the extra room with her mum's portrait.
"What was your dream about Harry?"
"Err. Christmas."
"Who was there?" Seri was pacing.
"You, Sirius, Remus, your mum, my parents, The Weasleys and the Longbottoms.." Harry said, counting them off in his head, "Why wasn't Hermione?"
"I don't know. anyone else?"
"Oh and Peter!"
Seri stopped and looked at him. "What else was weird about it?"
"Well naturally that most of the people there were alive." Harry said bitterly. "But I didn't have my scar and you hadn't cut your hair."
Seri nodded sadly. "Hermione probably wasn't there because you wouldn't have met her. or it was a wizarding Christmas. It's what would have been Christmas if Voldemort hadn't taken over. "
"You mean if I hadn't screwed it all over." Harry said, crossing his arms.
"Not at all Harry." Seri said motherly, sitting down and taking his hand. "You are a hero. four times. no one, not even your parents have slipped though Voldemort's fingers that many times."
"But I don't want to 'slip-though-his-fingers'!" Harry said.
"What are you saying?"
Harry sighed and looked at her. "Sometimes I think it would be better if I just die. I'd get to spend the rest of eternity with my parents and I wouldn't have to see people I care about die."
Seri looked at him, her eyes watering. "Is that what you think?"
"Or course it is!" Harry said, throwing his hands in the air. "What am I suppose to think? Everything happens to me, everything happens to famous Harry Potter!"
"Harry." Seri said softly. "You don't know what you're saying."
"Oh do I?" Harry snapped.
"You're fighting yourself!" Seri said loudly, "How in the hell do you plan on fighting the Dark Order if you are busy fighting you!"
Harry messed with his hair. Seri calmed and rested her head on his shoulder.
"What was your dream about Seri?"
"My." but Seri was cut in with a loud bang.
She jumped up and Harry did too. "What was that?" He shouted, digging in his robes for his wand.
He found it when Krum blasted open the door, Miley trotting at his heals.
"Miley, Harry. get out." Seri said softly, her eyes showing pure loath for Krum.
Harry, wanting to stay and protect Seri from what ever Krum had come in for, but was drug away by Miley.
"Get off me you Slytherin." Harry sput, ripping his arm away.
"Be like that then Potter." Miley said sternly. "But you'll be sorry." She pressed her ear to the wall.
"What are you two doing here?" Harry asked, copying her and pressing his ear to the door.
"Angelica has done it again." Miley said quickly before putting her finger over her mouth.
"Angelica!" Krum shouted. There was a loud crash.
"Victor!" Seri yelled back.
"Hov could you?"
"It's my life Krum! And I'm going to do something with it. I'm not going to baby sit a Minister's daughter."
"So you vant Miley dead?"
"Of course not you butt head, but I don't want her blind either. She can take care of herself."
"Angelica, you speak of vhat you do not know!" Krum screamed with another tumble.
"Does hitting things make you feel smarter or do you think it makes you look tough?" Seri snapped.
There was a smack.
Harry stood, holding his wand and went to open the door.
"No," Miley hissed, "Angelica can take care of herself, now sit down.
Harry, slowly, went back to listening.
"So you've made plans?" Krum said.
"Yes, and you're not going to stop me. It's risky, but it'll work." Seri said strictly.
"Vhat about Dumbledore?"
"I've got it take care of." Seri said.
"How?"
"Don't worry about it. Dumbledore is out of the way." Harry gulped he didn't like the sound of that nor the tone in Seri's voice.
"Vhat about Potter?" Krum snorted.
"Harry is strong and smart, he'll figure it out soon enough."
"Maybe you should tell him."
"Maybe he should figure it out."
"Angelica, you can't hide all this from him. his past. your past. he deserves to know."
"Yes, he does. but there is so much he doesn't know. I can't put the whole world on his shoulders at once when I'm not even sure if he can hold it. I know what's best for my family. he'll learn. in time."
"Angelica." Krum said kindly.
"I'm not Angelica Malfoy, not stop call me Angelica. You see that, there. that is Angelica Potter and the loon in the kitchen is Sirius Black!" Seri shouted. "I am neither of these people. neither!"
"Sirius Black?" Krum said. "You brought him back?"
"I told you I would."
"And you cut you hair?"
"I had to."
"And vhat of Weasley?" Krum grunted.
"Charlie has nothing to do with this." Footsteps were growing closer to the door.
"You told him about us didn't you?"
"Of course I did."
Milly jerked Harry's upper arm and pulled him into the closet. Two sets were heard passing. then silence.
"What was that about?" Harry hissed.
"I can't tell you that." Miley said softly, cracking the door open and peaking her head out.
"Why not?"
"Because it's." Miley opened the door and stood up. "It's something you wouldn't understand unless you understood everything. And as you heard Angel."
"It's Seri!" Harry shouted, getting to his feet. "Her name is Seri, not Angelica and she's not a Malfoy!"
Miley chuckled. "You think you know her. you know nothing about her. just because your related means nothing! She's more of a Malfoy then she likes."
"Shut up!"
"Don't be stupid Harry. You don't understand Angel or Victor or me. you know so little." Miley said.
"Not by choice! Do you think I like people knowing all this stuff about me and treating me like I'm a child that isn't stable enough to know my own life! I never knew so many secrets could live within one year!" Harry shouted.
"Shhhh.." Miley said, putting her hand over Harry's mouth. "If Krum and Angel knew. okay, okay. Seri knew I was talking to you like this, I wouldn't have to wait for the Death Eaters to kill me."
Harry nodded and Miley brought her hand down slowly. "Look Harry, I can't tell you much. just don't jump to conclusions. things aren't always what they appear."
"What?"
Miley turned and walked down the hall.
Harry stared after her. As soon as he began to understand something. something else presented its self as something new he didn't know. would he ever know everything?
Christmas went by a little to fast for Harry's liking. He was falling in love with his late night talks with Seri and Sirius. he was loving how Hermione and Ron were always by his side cracking jokes and making him smile. If he couldn't have things how they should have been, he wanted them to be like this. the closest place to perfect he knew.
Krum and Miley decided to stay and the Krum-Seri-"chat's were happening almost everyday and Harry couldn't figure out why.
"Harry, come on." Ron said, pulling his arm.
"Harry, stop looking at those pictures." Hermione said, taking the album in front of him and snapping it shut.
"I don't see how I didn't see it before!" Harry said, sitting up. "She was there!"
"Who?" Ron asked.
Harry sighed and took back the leather covered book. He flipped through the thick pages and stopped. "Look."
Staring back at them was a small picture of what looked to be a birthday. Seri and James were sitting on Sirius's lap with Harry in James's arms. Lily and Angelica were holing onto the corner of the chair, smiling at the two "little boys" in front of them.
"I had this picture all along, and I never noticed them!" Harry said. Ron nodded unknowably and Hermione smiled.
"Harry, Seri and mum are making a last night super for us. Come on." Ron said.
"I don't want to go down just yet." Harry said, sitting back down.
"Why?" Hermione asked, sitting the book down on top of his trunk.
Harry sighed. "Because this is the first Christmas I don't want to go back to Hogwarts."
"Come off it Harry. You didn't want to go back last year." Ron said, hitting Harry in the arm.
"You don't understand." Harry sigh, thumbing his thumbs. "This is the first Christmas I've had with a family.
"What about the mug." Ron started, but Hermione jabbed him in the gut. "Hermione!"
"Harry, I understand. but come on down to dinner." Hermione took his hand and pulled him to his feet.
Harry messed with his hair and nodded.
The three went down stairs and into the kitchen.
"Harry!"
"Hi-ay Harry!"
"Sit by me Harry!"
"Harry? What a funny little name, huh James. Well, come on then, sit down Prongs, my lovely little Angelica Malfoy here is going to make us some yum yum."
"Do you ever think with your head and not your stomach Padfoot?" Harry asked. He finally got used to Sirius calling him James and Prongs. and to tell the truth. he liked it.
"Only one thing my friend." Sirius said, leaning over to Harry. Ron and Hermione were sitting on the other side of Harry, smiling.
"Oh, and what's that bird brain."
"Your cousin of course." Sirius said softly.
Harry's heart was literally ripped out and stepped on. He actually felt for Seri and Sirius now. And then this aroused another question. Why had Angelica Potter not told Sirius about his daughter? Why hadn't they gotten married? And why was Seri so touchy on the subject?
Plates shattered behind them. Sirius jumped to help.
Seri must have over heard; shattered glass was at her feet.
"Let me help you baby."
Seri whipped her nose with the back of her hand, chuckling a little giggle, little whimper. "Baby." she whispered."Oh daddy." She said under her breath.
Harry looked at her with great sorrow; he shook his head and grimaced. At least he never had to go through this with his dad.
"Black!" roared an amazed, angered voice.
Harry jolted to the door. Severus Snape stood in the door way. Fear fleeing to his face.
"Who that?" Sirius said.
"Black?" Snape hissed again. "Sirius Black, back from the dead! I should have known a little shit like you couldn't die."
"Err. do I know you?" Sirius said, staring at Snape awkwardly.
"I'm Servus Snape you dumb ass!" Snape screamed.
"Professor. Har. I mean James, would you. err. help me with something." Seri said, grapping Harry's upper arm and pulling him to the door.
"James?" Snape said, following close behind her. "Sirius Angelica Black, what in the hell have you done?" Snape snapped.
"I brought him back Servus!" Seri yelled, slamming the door shut. "And I am sick and tiered of people telling me I shouldn't have!"
"What's wrong with him?" Snape said, pointing at the door.
"He can't remember very well. He has jolts to various memories." Seri said tonelessly sitting down.
"Okay. so." Snape said.
"He thought I was mum and that Harry is James." Seri said.
"Thus the cutting of the hair." Snape said, kindly sitting down beside her. "I kinda like it."
Seri looked at him and smiled. She rested her head on his shoulder.
"Seri, but why didn't you look ahead before you did this?" Snape said softly.
At this Seri shut her eyes tight and straighten up. "I did."
"And you still did it?" Snape said.
"Well. I didn't see this?" Seri said.
"But you're a seer!" Harry said strongly.
"No I'm not." Seri said shaking her head.
"Yes you are. your mum was one of the strongest seers Hogwarts has ever seen." Snape said harshly.
"But I'm not."
"How?" Harry asked.
"You know my dream Harry." Seri said, looking up to find comfort in Harry. "Mine was about mum."
"Your mum?" Harry said. "But mine was about."
"How things were supposed to be. I know." Seri said solemnly.
"What dream?" Snape asked.
"Harry and I had a one the other night." Seri said.
"What were they about?"
Harry waited for Seri to tell him, but both of their eyes fell on him. "Err. well it was about my parents. and Sirius and Seri and how things would have been if it hadn't been for." Harry trailed off, messing with his hair. 'Don't cry. never let them see you cry. your not weak.' Harry said to himself.
Snape nodded, for the first time, sympathy in his stricken face.
Harry kept on rolling all the information over in his head. Peter. the green light. Sirius. Remus. Lily and James Potter. Voldemort. and then there were two more people added to the equation, Seri and. "Angelica." Harry said softly.
"What?" Snape snapped.
"Angelica Potter... you said she was a seer, why didn't she tell my parents what Peter was going to do?" Harry said, jumping to his feet.
Seri looked at him, horror stricken, as though her worst fear was Harry fitting these pieces together. Tears welded in her eyes and fell softly down her cheek before she found the courage to speak. "She knew Harry. She saw everything. The very first moment she laid her eyes on Peter Pettigrew, she knew what he would do to her. to her cousin. to her family. When she first saw Sirius, she knew what would happen between them." Seri said, whipping her eyes, but continuing at though these words were burning her throat. "My mother knew everything! She would see the actions to come, playing in her mind from such as age as Mark. But she couldn't tell anybody Harry, she couldn't warn anyone. if she did, then those things wouldn't happen and perhaps Voldemort would see no defeat."
"So she knew that that Halloween would be my parents last day! She knew it would be the last time Sirius Black's name was on the clear! And she knew that famous Harry Potter would for the first of many, slip through Voldemort's fingers! How in the hell can a person live with them if they just let it happen!" Harry screamed.
Snape popped up and smacked him in the face.
"Severus, please." Seri said, pulling Snape back. "He has a right to be angry."
"No he doesn't!" Snape snapped.
"What don't I understand?" Harry yelled. "I sure don't understand much! No one will tell me anything! I'm 16 years old. I'm not a child anymore, and if you haven't being paying attention, I'm the one, the only one that can kill Voldemort, not you, not you and not Dumbledore. me! So I want some answers!" Harry hissed.
"Get off your high horse Potter, you act more like James every day." Snape said.
"I am not my father!" Harry said, throwing his hands in the air. "I am living in a fricken shadow here, trying to get away from a person I never knew."
"Harry," Seri said softly.
"Tell me. what don't I understand?" Harry hissed at her, rage in his tone.
"She saw her own death Harry." Seri said quickly.
Harry calmed down quickly, almost sickening quickly. It was like all the blood began to rush to his head, and his knees failed and he tumbled into a chair.
"She.she saw her own death?" Harry gasped.
Seri, now red and itchy eyed nodded, "She saw the alley, the man. the green light. Harry she knew everything." Seri shook her head. "The one thing she didn't know was that I wasn't killed and that." Seri took a deep breath.
Harry nodded. His stomach twisted in guilt.
There was silence. It seemed like Harry was being handed information too fast. who would have guessed there was so much to just Harry.
"Seri." Harry said, barely louder than a whisper. "Seri, can you see these things?"
Seri looked at him, her eyes wet with tears. "No,"
"I thought you said you were a seer."
"I am, to a point." Seri said, whipping her eyes again. "You see, my dream was about my mum. It was right after I was born, before she even came back to England. She had me wrapped up in a blanket and we were sitting under a bridge of some sort." Seri kinda smiled, "We were in Italy. She was talking to me and telling me things, things she said she couldn't tell Sirius, James or even Lily. She said that Sirius didn't want a family, that Sirius didn't want to marry her and that she was in a tough spot."
"How did she know Sirius didn't want a family, or want to marry her?" Snape said.
Seri looked at her hands. "I was born when my parents were 20. Lily and James had just gotten married. Sirius had finally gotten away from his parents and. mum kept talking about how odd he had been acting. She said that she saw Sirius proposing to her, but something happened and he didn't. So, she decided that maybe he didn't want her, and thus not want me."
"Sirius loved you though. why didn't your mum tell him later." Snape said
"Because she would have to admit to everyone what she had seen, and then everything would ripple down." Seri said. "Anyway, we were under this bridge, and she was telling me about her visions, and how she hated them. She was always looking over her shoulder, making sure her actions weren't based on what she saw so not to mess anything up. And she told me that after a while, she could barely bring herself to look into people's eyes.
"She had been drinking a bit I think, I remember the stutter in her voice and the strong sent on her breath, but she did it, sober or not."
"What did she do?" Harry said, on edge.
"She rid me of the seeing powers she was given. She didn't want me to go through what she went though." Seri sniffed and pulled a worn, looked- at- many-times piece of parchment out of her robes. She handed it to Harry. Harry, gently unfolded it and read the dimming scrawl.
"To my dearest daughter, may your every turn be a surprise, may life throw you fast ones, may everything remain a mystery, may you always never know your way, may you learn from mistakes, may you gain from what is lost, may you always remember, knowing is never really knowledge."
"She." Harry said, handing it to Snape, who was trying to peer over his shoulder.
"Mom wrote it, it was in a baby pillow in my old crib. Either dad didn't know about it or he left it there."
Weight upon my Shoulder
The next morning at breakfast, Seri was a bit gloomily. She smiled weakly when spoken to, but it seemed something else was bothering her. She sighed. "Are you okay baby girl?" Charlie asked, putting an arm around her shoulders.
Seri shock him off of her and nodded her head dumbly.
"Tell me." Charlie begged.
"No," Seri said softly.
"Want some of these!" Sirius said merrily passing Seri some warm biscuits. "I can't believe my parent left, isn't that great!" He chuckled. "This is the best cooking to come out of this kitchen since Andromeda was here."
Tonks smiled and thanked him.
"Seri," Harry said under his breath, leaning toward her. "I had a dream last night."
Seri looked at him and nodded, "So did I."
Harry grinned and looked at her. "Was it about your parents and Christmas and."
"Oh." Seri said softly, her ears turning pink.
"What?" Harry said.
"I didn't have a dream about Christmas."
"What did you then?"
Seri looked at Charlie who was slyly trying to lean in and hear. "Harry, come here."
Seri took his lower arm and excused herself from the table.
"What's wrong Seri?" Harry said, as Seri showed him to the extra room with her mum's portrait.
"What was your dream about Harry?"
"Err. Christmas."
"Who was there?" Seri was pacing.
"You, Sirius, Remus, your mum, my parents, The Weasleys and the Longbottoms.." Harry said, counting them off in his head, "Why wasn't Hermione?"
"I don't know. anyone else?"
"Oh and Peter!"
Seri stopped and looked at him. "What else was weird about it?"
"Well naturally that most of the people there were alive." Harry said bitterly. "But I didn't have my scar and you hadn't cut your hair."
Seri nodded sadly. "Hermione probably wasn't there because you wouldn't have met her. or it was a wizarding Christmas. It's what would have been Christmas if Voldemort hadn't taken over. "
"You mean if I hadn't screwed it all over." Harry said, crossing his arms.
"Not at all Harry." Seri said motherly, sitting down and taking his hand. "You are a hero. four times. no one, not even your parents have slipped though Voldemort's fingers that many times."
"But I don't want to 'slip-though-his-fingers'!" Harry said.
"What are you saying?"
Harry sighed and looked at her. "Sometimes I think it would be better if I just die. I'd get to spend the rest of eternity with my parents and I wouldn't have to see people I care about die."
Seri looked at him, her eyes watering. "Is that what you think?"
"Or course it is!" Harry said, throwing his hands in the air. "What am I suppose to think? Everything happens to me, everything happens to famous Harry Potter!"
"Harry." Seri said softly. "You don't know what you're saying."
"Oh do I?" Harry snapped.
"You're fighting yourself!" Seri said loudly, "How in the hell do you plan on fighting the Dark Order if you are busy fighting you!"
Harry messed with his hair. Seri calmed and rested her head on his shoulder.
"What was your dream about Seri?"
"My." but Seri was cut in with a loud bang.
She jumped up and Harry did too. "What was that?" He shouted, digging in his robes for his wand.
He found it when Krum blasted open the door, Miley trotting at his heals.
"Miley, Harry. get out." Seri said softly, her eyes showing pure loath for Krum.
Harry, wanting to stay and protect Seri from what ever Krum had come in for, but was drug away by Miley.
"Get off me you Slytherin." Harry sput, ripping his arm away.
"Be like that then Potter." Miley said sternly. "But you'll be sorry." She pressed her ear to the wall.
"What are you two doing here?" Harry asked, copying her and pressing his ear to the door.
"Angelica has done it again." Miley said quickly before putting her finger over her mouth.
"Angelica!" Krum shouted. There was a loud crash.
"Victor!" Seri yelled back.
"Hov could you?"
"It's my life Krum! And I'm going to do something with it. I'm not going to baby sit a Minister's daughter."
"So you vant Miley dead?"
"Of course not you butt head, but I don't want her blind either. She can take care of herself."
"Angelica, you speak of vhat you do not know!" Krum screamed with another tumble.
"Does hitting things make you feel smarter or do you think it makes you look tough?" Seri snapped.
There was a smack.
Harry stood, holding his wand and went to open the door.
"No," Miley hissed, "Angelica can take care of herself, now sit down.
Harry, slowly, went back to listening.
"So you've made plans?" Krum said.
"Yes, and you're not going to stop me. It's risky, but it'll work." Seri said strictly.
"Vhat about Dumbledore?"
"I've got it take care of." Seri said.
"How?"
"Don't worry about it. Dumbledore is out of the way." Harry gulped he didn't like the sound of that nor the tone in Seri's voice.
"Vhat about Potter?" Krum snorted.
"Harry is strong and smart, he'll figure it out soon enough."
"Maybe you should tell him."
"Maybe he should figure it out."
"Angelica, you can't hide all this from him. his past. your past. he deserves to know."
"Yes, he does. but there is so much he doesn't know. I can't put the whole world on his shoulders at once when I'm not even sure if he can hold it. I know what's best for my family. he'll learn. in time."
"Angelica." Krum said kindly.
"I'm not Angelica Malfoy, not stop call me Angelica. You see that, there. that is Angelica Potter and the loon in the kitchen is Sirius Black!" Seri shouted. "I am neither of these people. neither!"
"Sirius Black?" Krum said. "You brought him back?"
"I told you I would."
"And you cut you hair?"
"I had to."
"And vhat of Weasley?" Krum grunted.
"Charlie has nothing to do with this." Footsteps were growing closer to the door.
"You told him about us didn't you?"
"Of course I did."
Milly jerked Harry's upper arm and pulled him into the closet. Two sets were heard passing. then silence.
"What was that about?" Harry hissed.
"I can't tell you that." Miley said softly, cracking the door open and peaking her head out.
"Why not?"
"Because it's." Miley opened the door and stood up. "It's something you wouldn't understand unless you understood everything. And as you heard Angel."
"It's Seri!" Harry shouted, getting to his feet. "Her name is Seri, not Angelica and she's not a Malfoy!"
Miley chuckled. "You think you know her. you know nothing about her. just because your related means nothing! She's more of a Malfoy then she likes."
"Shut up!"
"Don't be stupid Harry. You don't understand Angel or Victor or me. you know so little." Miley said.
"Not by choice! Do you think I like people knowing all this stuff about me and treating me like I'm a child that isn't stable enough to know my own life! I never knew so many secrets could live within one year!" Harry shouted.
"Shhhh.." Miley said, putting her hand over Harry's mouth. "If Krum and Angel knew. okay, okay. Seri knew I was talking to you like this, I wouldn't have to wait for the Death Eaters to kill me."
Harry nodded and Miley brought her hand down slowly. "Look Harry, I can't tell you much. just don't jump to conclusions. things aren't always what they appear."
"What?"
Miley turned and walked down the hall.
Harry stared after her. As soon as he began to understand something. something else presented its self as something new he didn't know. would he ever know everything?
Christmas went by a little to fast for Harry's liking. He was falling in love with his late night talks with Seri and Sirius. he was loving how Hermione and Ron were always by his side cracking jokes and making him smile. If he couldn't have things how they should have been, he wanted them to be like this. the closest place to perfect he knew.
Krum and Miley decided to stay and the Krum-Seri-"chat's were happening almost everyday and Harry couldn't figure out why.
"Harry, come on." Ron said, pulling his arm.
"Harry, stop looking at those pictures." Hermione said, taking the album in front of him and snapping it shut.
"I don't see how I didn't see it before!" Harry said, sitting up. "She was there!"
"Who?" Ron asked.
Harry sighed and took back the leather covered book. He flipped through the thick pages and stopped. "Look."
Staring back at them was a small picture of what looked to be a birthday. Seri and James were sitting on Sirius's lap with Harry in James's arms. Lily and Angelica were holing onto the corner of the chair, smiling at the two "little boys" in front of them.
"I had this picture all along, and I never noticed them!" Harry said. Ron nodded unknowably and Hermione smiled.
"Harry, Seri and mum are making a last night super for us. Come on." Ron said.
"I don't want to go down just yet." Harry said, sitting back down.
"Why?" Hermione asked, sitting the book down on top of his trunk.
Harry sighed. "Because this is the first Christmas I don't want to go back to Hogwarts."
"Come off it Harry. You didn't want to go back last year." Ron said, hitting Harry in the arm.
"You don't understand." Harry sigh, thumbing his thumbs. "This is the first Christmas I've had with a family.
"What about the mug." Ron started, but Hermione jabbed him in the gut. "Hermione!"
"Harry, I understand. but come on down to dinner." Hermione took his hand and pulled him to his feet.
Harry messed with his hair and nodded.
The three went down stairs and into the kitchen.
"Harry!"
"Hi-ay Harry!"
"Sit by me Harry!"
"Harry? What a funny little name, huh James. Well, come on then, sit down Prongs, my lovely little Angelica Malfoy here is going to make us some yum yum."
"Do you ever think with your head and not your stomach Padfoot?" Harry asked. He finally got used to Sirius calling him James and Prongs. and to tell the truth. he liked it.
"Only one thing my friend." Sirius said, leaning over to Harry. Ron and Hermione were sitting on the other side of Harry, smiling.
"Oh, and what's that bird brain."
"Your cousin of course." Sirius said softly.
Harry's heart was literally ripped out and stepped on. He actually felt for Seri and Sirius now. And then this aroused another question. Why had Angelica Potter not told Sirius about his daughter? Why hadn't they gotten married? And why was Seri so touchy on the subject?
Plates shattered behind them. Sirius jumped to help.
Seri must have over heard; shattered glass was at her feet.
"Let me help you baby."
Seri whipped her nose with the back of her hand, chuckling a little giggle, little whimper. "Baby." she whispered."Oh daddy." She said under her breath.
Harry looked at her with great sorrow; he shook his head and grimaced. At least he never had to go through this with his dad.
"Black!" roared an amazed, angered voice.
Harry jolted to the door. Severus Snape stood in the door way. Fear fleeing to his face.
"Who that?" Sirius said.
"Black?" Snape hissed again. "Sirius Black, back from the dead! I should have known a little shit like you couldn't die."
"Err. do I know you?" Sirius said, staring at Snape awkwardly.
"I'm Servus Snape you dumb ass!" Snape screamed.
"Professor. Har. I mean James, would you. err. help me with something." Seri said, grapping Harry's upper arm and pulling him to the door.
"James?" Snape said, following close behind her. "Sirius Angelica Black, what in the hell have you done?" Snape snapped.
"I brought him back Servus!" Seri yelled, slamming the door shut. "And I am sick and tiered of people telling me I shouldn't have!"
"What's wrong with him?" Snape said, pointing at the door.
"He can't remember very well. He has jolts to various memories." Seri said tonelessly sitting down.
"Okay. so." Snape said.
"He thought I was mum and that Harry is James." Seri said.
"Thus the cutting of the hair." Snape said, kindly sitting down beside her. "I kinda like it."
Seri looked at him and smiled. She rested her head on his shoulder.
"Seri, but why didn't you look ahead before you did this?" Snape said softly.
At this Seri shut her eyes tight and straighten up. "I did."
"And you still did it?" Snape said.
"Well. I didn't see this?" Seri said.
"But you're a seer!" Harry said strongly.
"No I'm not." Seri said shaking her head.
"Yes you are. your mum was one of the strongest seers Hogwarts has ever seen." Snape said harshly.
"But I'm not."
"How?" Harry asked.
"You know my dream Harry." Seri said, looking up to find comfort in Harry. "Mine was about mum."
"Your mum?" Harry said. "But mine was about."
"How things were supposed to be. I know." Seri said solemnly.
"What dream?" Snape asked.
"Harry and I had a one the other night." Seri said.
"What were they about?"
Harry waited for Seri to tell him, but both of their eyes fell on him. "Err. well it was about my parents. and Sirius and Seri and how things would have been if it hadn't been for." Harry trailed off, messing with his hair. 'Don't cry. never let them see you cry. your not weak.' Harry said to himself.
Snape nodded, for the first time, sympathy in his stricken face.
Harry kept on rolling all the information over in his head. Peter. the green light. Sirius. Remus. Lily and James Potter. Voldemort. and then there were two more people added to the equation, Seri and. "Angelica." Harry said softly.
"What?" Snape snapped.
"Angelica Potter... you said she was a seer, why didn't she tell my parents what Peter was going to do?" Harry said, jumping to his feet.
Seri looked at him, horror stricken, as though her worst fear was Harry fitting these pieces together. Tears welded in her eyes and fell softly down her cheek before she found the courage to speak. "She knew Harry. She saw everything. The very first moment she laid her eyes on Peter Pettigrew, she knew what he would do to her. to her cousin. to her family. When she first saw Sirius, she knew what would happen between them." Seri said, whipping her eyes, but continuing at though these words were burning her throat. "My mother knew everything! She would see the actions to come, playing in her mind from such as age as Mark. But she couldn't tell anybody Harry, she couldn't warn anyone. if she did, then those things wouldn't happen and perhaps Voldemort would see no defeat."
"So she knew that that Halloween would be my parents last day! She knew it would be the last time Sirius Black's name was on the clear! And she knew that famous Harry Potter would for the first of many, slip through Voldemort's fingers! How in the hell can a person live with them if they just let it happen!" Harry screamed.
Snape popped up and smacked him in the face.
"Severus, please." Seri said, pulling Snape back. "He has a right to be angry."
"No he doesn't!" Snape snapped.
"What don't I understand?" Harry yelled. "I sure don't understand much! No one will tell me anything! I'm 16 years old. I'm not a child anymore, and if you haven't being paying attention, I'm the one, the only one that can kill Voldemort, not you, not you and not Dumbledore. me! So I want some answers!" Harry hissed.
"Get off your high horse Potter, you act more like James every day." Snape said.
"I am not my father!" Harry said, throwing his hands in the air. "I am living in a fricken shadow here, trying to get away from a person I never knew."
"Harry," Seri said softly.
"Tell me. what don't I understand?" Harry hissed at her, rage in his tone.
"She saw her own death Harry." Seri said quickly.
Harry calmed down quickly, almost sickening quickly. It was like all the blood began to rush to his head, and his knees failed and he tumbled into a chair.
"She.she saw her own death?" Harry gasped.
Seri, now red and itchy eyed nodded, "She saw the alley, the man. the green light. Harry she knew everything." Seri shook her head. "The one thing she didn't know was that I wasn't killed and that." Seri took a deep breath.
Harry nodded. His stomach twisted in guilt.
There was silence. It seemed like Harry was being handed information too fast. who would have guessed there was so much to just Harry.
"Seri." Harry said, barely louder than a whisper. "Seri, can you see these things?"
Seri looked at him, her eyes wet with tears. "No,"
"I thought you said you were a seer."
"I am, to a point." Seri said, whipping her eyes again. "You see, my dream was about my mum. It was right after I was born, before she even came back to England. She had me wrapped up in a blanket and we were sitting under a bridge of some sort." Seri kinda smiled, "We were in Italy. She was talking to me and telling me things, things she said she couldn't tell Sirius, James or even Lily. She said that Sirius didn't want a family, that Sirius didn't want to marry her and that she was in a tough spot."
"How did she know Sirius didn't want a family, or want to marry her?" Snape said.
Seri looked at her hands. "I was born when my parents were 20. Lily and James had just gotten married. Sirius had finally gotten away from his parents and. mum kept talking about how odd he had been acting. She said that she saw Sirius proposing to her, but something happened and he didn't. So, she decided that maybe he didn't want her, and thus not want me."
"Sirius loved you though. why didn't your mum tell him later." Snape said
"Because she would have to admit to everyone what she had seen, and then everything would ripple down." Seri said. "Anyway, we were under this bridge, and she was telling me about her visions, and how she hated them. She was always looking over her shoulder, making sure her actions weren't based on what she saw so not to mess anything up. And she told me that after a while, she could barely bring herself to look into people's eyes.
"She had been drinking a bit I think, I remember the stutter in her voice and the strong sent on her breath, but she did it, sober or not."
"What did she do?" Harry said, on edge.
"She rid me of the seeing powers she was given. She didn't want me to go through what she went though." Seri sniffed and pulled a worn, looked- at- many-times piece of parchment out of her robes. She handed it to Harry. Harry, gently unfolded it and read the dimming scrawl.
"To my dearest daughter, may your every turn be a surprise, may life throw you fast ones, may everything remain a mystery, may you always never know your way, may you learn from mistakes, may you gain from what is lost, may you always remember, knowing is never really knowledge."
"She." Harry said, handing it to Snape, who was trying to peer over his shoulder.
"Mom wrote it, it was in a baby pillow in my old crib. Either dad didn't know about it or he left it there."