Ch3: Secrets
A calm wind swept through the night air around a rather large house. It stood all by myself in a forest of flowers and potted plants. Two figures creped through the midnight air and into to the house. One a woman, the other a wolf.
As they stepped onto the threshold, the wolf slowly transfigured into the man that this woman had known for her entire life. The woman turned to the man that was now beside her and said,
" It's been awhile hasn't it?"
"Yes, it has, I didn't take my medicine on purpose, you know, I miss it still," he replied.
"Oh, Remus! Well, we had fun tonight, anyways!" she said as she stepped inside, motioning her brother to follow.
"Yes well, about tonight, Sarah, you and Sirius were like old friends!" he exclaimed as he followed her inside.
"I know, isn't it great. I mean after we broke up in our 7th year, I didn't know what we were. Then at Lily's wedding, we barely got to say two words to each other."
"Well now I guess your friends… Any feelings left?" he probed with a playful smile.
"For Sirius, no! We are friends. Past is past, dear brother!" she exclaimed.
"I know, but history repeats itself." he answered.
"Oh, knock it off! You sound more like Sirius by the minute!"
"Sorry, well it was nice to see all our friends and just hang out, not doing anything for the Order, wasn't it?"
"Yes it was, and Harry is sooo cute!" she squealed
"He looks so much like Sirius!" he replied.
"Yeh, I know, it's really scary… I'm exhausted," she yawned,
"Well, good night."
"Good night," and they went sleepily off to bed.
Laying in bed, Sarah pondered her brother's words,
'history repeats itself.' How did she feel about Sirius?
As the crack of dawn swooped through the air, a house, just one house had light leaking from the window. A man was sitting on the couch, just staring into the firelight.
How do I feel about her? he thought. True, we did flirt, but are we still just friends?
Oh, come on Sirius, Sarah doesn't want to be with you, you're her friend! Just friends… the thought echoed through his head. He could be 'just friends' with her but… I still care for her, he admitted. Ugh, he sighed, this is too much, I'm going to bed.
But he couldn't sleep. The vision of her haunted his every dream. Her beautiful hair, her sweet lips, and he thought he could still taste her tender kisses.
What am I talking about? We tried that once, he mused. No matter how attractive and sweet she is they'd always be friends, friends… Suddenly he hated the word.
Too, bad, we were great lovers, he weakly smiled. And with that he went to bed.
The next day came quickly as rain fell to the ground. This October rain was a comfort to many, who disliked the blistering temperatures of the August weather.
But this was even more exciting to young Harry, who loved to watch as the rain drops fell on to the window pane of the old-looking house.
Around the room there were all sorts of odds and ends piled around. Mostly books, although there was a pile of colorful socks hanging by the fire. And there next to the fire were three adults, talking as if they had known each other forever. For they were talking of old times they had, there was a feeling of sweet sorrow that drifted through the air for it seemed that they wish that they lived with their memories, in the past.
Two of them he recognized all too well. They were his whole life, but the other, well he was a stranger to him. Little did he know that he would depend on this stranger for all of his teenage life.
This third man was old with a white beard that touched the floor. He had half moon spectacles and his eyes could look right through you, but despite all that, little Harry felt comforted by this man's presence.
This man was now questioning his guests,
"so, how have you been doing, since Harry I mean?"
"Well Albus, he is a tough one, but we know we will have more." James answered with a smile of a proud father,
" We are just taking this one step at a time." he said.
" I remember, Lily, when you broke your arm and leg. Do you remember? Anyways, Madame Pomfrey couldn't keep you from crying, but she tried." Dumbledore paused,
"I remember what she said like it was yesterday. She said,
'You know childbirth is even more painful, and your mother did it, so buck up!!' And do you remember what you said?" Dumbledore questioned.
"Yes," Lily answered,
"I do. I said, 'Then I will never have children' Then when she asked why I told her that it would hurt too much!" And with that they all broke into fits of laughter. Only little Harry, who couldn't understand, remained silent.
"Well I know you came to show me little Harry, but my expertise tell me that there is something else to be discussed." Dumbledore said, after the laughter had died down.
"You know me all too well, old friend, but what I must tell you is not to go beyond these walls," James said as concern grew on his face.
"Yes, well, what is it about?" Dumbledore questioned patiently.
"An old family tie, dated back a generation ago. You see, my grandmother married a wizard that she didn't love. It was a betrothed marriage, so she was forced. They had one son together. Shortly afterwards her parents died, so she decided to divorced that wizard and marry a muggle. His name was Tom Riddle. When he found out she was a witch, he left her. She died giving birth to a child. A boy by the name of Tom Marvalo Riddle. And just before my grandfather, her first husband, died, he decided to tell me this. I think you can guess the rest." he finished, and all was silent for a moment. Then Dumbledore spoke,
"I understand what you have told me, but there is something I must tell you." he was silent for a moment, then he continued,
"I was in Hog's Head the other day, interviewing the next Divinitation teacher, when all of a sudden she began prophesying. She told me something that might be of interest to you. She said that there would be a child who would defeat the Dark Lord, and that this child would be born in the end of July, and that this child would be born to parents who had escaped the Dark Lord three times…" Dumbledore's voice trailed.
"Harry," Lily spoke in a whisper. And no one noticed the fat, colorless- haired rat, that scurried across the floor, and out the door.