Chapter 9 disappointment

Harry stayed in the garden, he was angry and the longer he sat there the angrier he got. He had thought Emily was the perfect partner for him, granted she was a muggle but she would have to learn to accept magic when Sarah became old enough for school. She must have cared about him deeply to sleep with him when she had obviously waited until now to sleep with anyone.

Typical, now the fact that he was a wizard had frightened the first woman, not wowed by his fame, away. He wondered what her reaction would have been if he had told her the whole story. Even his friends never mentioned his Elemental magic, although he was sure Hermione had figured it out years ago. Tonks knew he had never been hurt during his work as an Auror and she had witnessed some of his wandless magic – but she too seemed to sense he would not explain it to her.

Maybe, Harry thought, maybe I should have tried harder to fall for someone I already knew – someone like Ginny. She had once been so infatuated with him; she couldn't string together a sentence. Then after she had graduated they had dated for a while, but the spark just wasn't there. He had cared about her the way he did Hermione – like a sister. And they had split up; she had started dating Neville not long afterwards.

He had slept with Tonks, in drunken desperation – just to lose his accursed virginity, thinking that it would be easier for him afterwards. But that night still had the power to make him cringe, he had barely seen Tonks naked and he was ready to explode. In fact the whole thing had taken less that two minutes and he had fallen unconscious when it was over.

He may have overcome his eagerness, enough to have another go at sex, which had turned out alright. Until the woman in question had sold her story to the Daily Prophet and after that most of his dates had followed in her footsteps – wither they had sex with him or not.

The first time he had truly felt love, during sex, was with Emily. But now she was so mad that he had lied to her, she probably wouldn't ever talk to him again. Maybe he should just go live as a monk somewhere, wasn't that what Elementals did?

Finally in disgust he walked to the door, which was still locked, and pushed it opened. He barely even needed to think of the opening spell. The kitchen was deserted but Harry let his mind wander and found Emily's presence was upstairs in her private rooms. Sarah was with her. Closing his eyes he transported himself to her and opened them when he heard her scream.

"Why are you screaming?" He yelled over the noise.

"Keep away from me," Emily replied, pulling Sarah close. "I want you to leave, do you memory thing if you have to. In fact do it anyway, I don't want to remember you at all."

"Even if you forget about me, that won't change the fact that Sarah is a witch and when she turns eleven she will attend Thistledown School of Magic," Harry replied. "But don't worry, unless you start to treat her badly because of what she is, then The Ministry of Magic will leave her in your care." Harry turned to the door and stormed away, but as he reached it he turned and said, "I honestly thought that you were the One! I'm sorry if I disgust you now that you know what I am." With that he walked out the door and slammed it shut.

Ten minutes later he was standing in Dumbledore's office unsure of why he had come, he held his small case in one hand and his jacket in the other.

"Harry, this is a surprise," Dumbledore stood up to meet him. "What is wrong?"

"I thought she was the one," Harry replied quietly, "But apparently not. Why does everything have to be so bloody complicated for me?"

"I take it the news didn't go down well?"

Harry snorted and replied, "About as well as a vampire at a blood donor clinic!"

"Maybe she just needs some time to adjust," Dumbledore suggested.

"I've seen the look on her face before; it reminds me of the way Petunia Dursley used to look at me when I got sent home from school."

"What about the niece, Sarah. Do you think that Emily will reject her too?"

"No, that's the odd thing," Harry said, "She was keeping her close, as thought afraid I would contaminate her."

"Very well, I would like you to check on Sarah from time to time, just in case," Dumbledore replied. "But before you go I would like to show you something, this is the information on the family, or more accurately the house."

Harry took the papers and read them silently. The house had once been owned by an old Pure-blood family called Prewett; they had a daughter, Paulette and a son called Fredrick. The daughter had attended Hogwarts in the sixties but the son had not, his records only mentioned a date of birth. The house had been deeded to a Fred Prewett and the muggle registry for births, deaths and marriages showed he had married in 1975 and had two daughters, Emily and Janice.

"So you think Fredrick Prewett was Emily's father?" Harry asked. "Why would you have gone to the bother of checking the muggle registry?"

"Because it seemed to me you were very interested in Miss Prewett and that perhaps you would like to find out for her," Dumbledore replied. "Give her time Harry, she may surprise you."

He had decided to wait a month before returning yet somehow he found himself standing in her garden at eleven o'clock at night, a week later. Harry wasn't sure what he hoped to achieve by standing watching the house. Listening for Emily's voice, he let himself connect with the elements around him. He sensed the sadness in the house, Sarah was asleep, but Emily was sitting alone, crying.

His heart pounded, he wanted to go to her, to hold her, to tell her it was all a lie. If he told her he wasn't a wizard that it had all been a mistake – maybe she would take him in her arms and let him love her again. But he knew he was kidding himself, she hated him now, he could feel the anger under the tears. He sat on the grass and let his love for her pour out onto the ground. And around three in the morning when he had apparated home, the garden glowed slightly, there were twice as many flowers and tree's than there had been before.