Hey I think at the moment I have two reviewers left of this story. I must admit I haven't been very adament in posting for it- sorry!

But I must say that I doo love feedback! Thank you for your comments, and I promise that I will post on this more regularily!

Lot's of luv

Jessie xxx

Chapter 6- Switching viewpoints

I looked at Harry, his eyes were looking back at me bearing into my soul, searching for the truth and when he found it he frowned thoughtfully.

I looked at her not believing what she was telling me. If she were my father's sister, that would make her my auntie. Meaning that I had a relative other then my aunt Petunia to look after me. One who could've told me about my parents. Who would've loved me and treated me right. Well obviously she didn't love me that much or she would've taken me and cared for me.

"Say something then Harry." I said apprehensively. I didn't know how he was going to react.

She just expected me to start jumping for joy? I don't think so. If she didn't care enough to send me one birthday card then why should I bother getting to know her.

"Well what are you expecting me to say?" I asked folding my arms across my chest. She smiled helplessly.

"Listen I understand that I haven't always been here but it's all for good reason..." I started but he cut me off in a fuming rage.

"You just expect me to welcome you into my life with open arms? After not once contacting me to tell me that you existed, never sending me any word what so ever telling me I wasn't alone. I have always been alone my whole life, I had to live with Muggles who never even cared whether I come home from school or not. And the you just turn up one day expecting me to not mind..." I was so angry I just couldn't think straight.

"Harry," I said calmly trying not to cry. "When your parents died, I would have gladly taken you in. I loved you like a son. James had always been so proud of you and you were Lily's little soldier. When Dumbledore told me that you were better off at your other aunts, I wouldn't listen at first, but then he forced me to realise the truth and I was torn up inside. I wasn't allowed to contact you, it would have disrupted the plans Dumbledore had for you. It had always been planned since Voldemorts attack that I would come here to teach you in your final year..." I was cut off once more by the fuming 17-year-old.

"Well none of that would have stopped me! I will see you in class Professor." I said harshly before storming out of the room." I heard a faint.

"Ah, he has his fathers temper as well as looks." From Professor Potters office.

I started my way back to Gryffindore tower, stopping on the way to cool down behind the statue of Boris the bewildered.

I couldn't believe what she had told me. I could see why she hadn't gotten in touch with me, but it still seemed ridiculous. How can you not ever get in touch with your nephew in all those years?

I was still angry beyond belief.

I couldn't believe how badly Harry had reacted to my news.

I expected something, I mean all I had to do was think of how James used to react to things.

But the way he stormed out, it reminded me so much of the time we received our mothers will. He was so angry.

Just like Harry.

I stayed awake the whole night thinking about it.

At about 3 o'clock in the morning, I got out of bed and went down stairs to my office.

I sat down just looking at the pictures and my eyes fell of the one of Remus and myself. We looked so happy. I think that was the happiest I had been in my life.

And now look at me red eyes lonely and my nephew hating me before he got to know me.

I pulled a quill and a piece of parchment towards me, and I began to write...

Dear Remus,

I'm sorry I didn't reply sooner.

And to be honest I can't think about what you said right now. It hurts to think about it and to know how much I want it.

I told Harry, he was, well lets say he was less happy then James was when we told him we were dating.

I don't know what to do, I just wanted to be here for him and now he hates me.

Hope you are doing well,

All my love

Claire xxx

After I sent the letter, I just sat thinking until finally I fell asleep at my desk.

That night I couldn't sleep. I decided that I didn't want to tell Ron and Hermione just yet. They were too busy fighting anyway to notice.

I got into bed and pulled the curtains round my four poster bed.

I didn't understand how I could have another aunt and never know about it? I mean she said she had loved her brother, my father and she had loved me- then how could she go for so long with out contact. It was unbelievable.

I have been hurt too many times by just trusting people. Why should I give her a chance.

At three in the morning, I decided to give up on sleeping and I went down into the common room. I pulled myself a piece of parchment and began to do the Charms essay, which I had neglected to do earlier. I'm not sure if much of it made sense- I was tired and in a bit of a state.

Suddenly I saw a white glowing stag, it galloped over to me and began to nuzzle my hand. It seemed to be trying to tell me something. I got up and followed it. It led me to the Defence against the dark arts room. Professor Potter was there, she was leaning her head on her desk, in a distressed state of sleep.

I looked closer, there was a piece of parchment under her hand. The only bit of it I could read was

"Yours faithfully, Remus J Lupin"

Suddenly she started to stir.

"Harry?" She said.

"Professor?" I asked.

"Professor? What Harry wake up, why are you asleep in the common room?" Hermione asked. I opened my eyes groggily. Such a weird dream. "Harry come on get up, classes start in 30 minutes."

I ran upstairs and managed to change and get myself sorted in five minutes. Then we went down to the great hall and had a rushed breakfast. Because we were down so late there was only really toast left an other odd bits and bobs. But I wasn't fussed.

"Harry why were you asleep in the common room?" Hermione took her attention from Ron for a second and repeated her question from earlier.

"Um... I had a charms essay to finish." I replied groggily.

"You know you boys should really be more organised." She stated matter of faculty. Ron gave her a look.

"And you should really keep your nose out of our business." Ron mocked.

They started again. I honestly didn't know what was wrong with them these days. All they ever did was fight about some thing or another.

But I had other things to think about at the moment. It was Wednesday morning and I had Defence against the dark arts first lesson.

I had to face her again. My auntie. She had been in my dream last night, but I couldn't really remember it much.

All I knew was I was still ma a her and I wasn't going to show any mercy.

We got to the class. I was queuing up outside, balling my hands to try and calm myself down- it wasn't working.

Suddenly Ginny passed.

"Hey Harry." She smiled. She ignored Ron and Hermione, they were still arguing.

"Hey Ginny." I smiled back, my fisted hands suddenly uncurled and concentrated on flattening my fringe down.

"Honestly, when are those two going to realise their attraction to one another." She giggled.

I burst out laughing. Attraction?

"Ginny no offence, but I think you're a bit off on this one. Those two would kill each other before they dated."

"No look it's obvious. See how Hermione is leaning towards him as she speaks. And look how my brother is doing a funny little dance. He's nervous. When they're arguing they block the rest of the world out. That says more then their words do." She smiled at me leaving me concentrating as she left.

Suddenly the door opened and a very presentable, yet flustered looking Professor Potter ushered us in.

I gave her a glare as I passed her.

"Today class, we'll continue practising the Dazing charm. Now if you all pair up and get to work. I'll come round and see you individually." Professor Potter said.

Ron turned to me. "Come on then Harry." He said with a grin, he knew he hadn't mastered it yet as yesterday he kept turning my hair different colours.

"Nah, I'm not going to do anything today." I said. "Pair up with Hermione." Ron just looked at me confused.

"Harry, Potter won't let us do nothing." He whispered urgently.

"I can't be bothered with her today." I replied nonchalant.

Hermione who was obviously listening dropped her jaw in shock. She had never seen me do something like this before.

"Harry what has gotten into you?" She asked worried.

"I can't be bothered ok, just leave me alone." She couldn't reply, Ron shrugged and steered her away by her shoulders.

Professor Potter started making her way round the classroom, moving airily and satisfied until she came to me.

"Mr Potter, who is your partner?" She asked.

"I don't have one." I replied. She looked around questioningly to find me a partner. "I don't feel like working today." I said bluntly to her.

"Well Mr Potter I'm afraid you do not run this school, therefore it is not in your authority to decide whether you have to do work or not."

"Well I was just following you example, you know, not wanting to pick up a quill once or twice. I figured you couldn't be bothered, then why should I?"

"Mr Potter, that is not for discussion at this moment." She was getting rattled now. The whole class was silent, even Malfoy shut his trap to listen.

"What if I feel like disguising this?" I questioned her.

"Then you get a detention." She replied silkily.

"Well I suppose a detention slip would be easier to write then a letter to the ne..."

"HARRY GET OUT OF THIS CLASS ROOM RIGHT NOW." She stormed over to her desk took a quill scribbled something then shoved it roughly into my hand. "GO AND SEE THE HEAD MASTER AND GIVE THIS NOTE TO HIM." I just stood there holding the parchment. "NOW!!!" She screamed.

I walked slowly towards the door, the professor turned to her silent class and said;

"Ok that's enough for today, class dismissed."

I trudged along the corridor, note in my hand.

I can't believe she sent me to Dumbledore.

Grudgingly I said the password and ascended up the stairs.

Like always, he had known I was coming and waited.

"Harry." He smiled a small tired smile. He was looking older and more worn then I had ever seen him.

I passed him the note, silently. But he did not even touch it.

"So you've been giving Claire a hard time I see?" He questioned. I looked at him confused. "Claire, your auntie."

"Oh... well." I bowed my head, for some reason now I felt guilty.

"Harry, I understand that you will be angry with her for not telling you sooner, but that is my doing. She begged me over the years- pleaded me, but all the time I said no. It was in both of your interests and safety. Harry, I should have told you this years ago. Your father, his sister and mother, and so on, they were the heirs of Gryffindore. You and Claire are the last remaining heirs of Gryffindore. Voldemorts sees you as a threat because of your father married the chosen heir of Ravenclaw. So you are them combined. Had Claire have taken you in and trained you up from an early age, you would be a lot more powerful then any wizard your age. Not only would it have made yourself and Claire bigger targets for the dark lord, but it would have been unhealthy. It would have gone to your head and you may have taken a turn that would have been bad for everyone. Harry do you understand?"

I slowly looked at the old man before me, and then I nodded. Why did my life always have to be so complicated. Why did these things always happen to me. I started to realise how, Professor Potter had actually made a sacrifice in not ever telling me of her existence.

"Harry, there is one more thing. Claire and Petunia are not your only auntie's. You have one more. One whom you may find, ah, less desirable."

"Who?" I asked.

"Nacissa Malfoy."

"WHAT! There's no way I'm related to that scum."

"Harry, that's enough. Now if you want more information, then I'm sure Claire is the best person to ask. She has many stories she can tell you about James, Lily Sirius, and Remus. But I suggest you apologise to her first. She will be grateful to have your friendship as she has been very alone over the last 16 years. Her whole family was destroyed by the dark lord's influence."

Suddenly I felt really guilty.

I needed to apologise, but now I was scared to.

I would've gone right there and then. But I did have a lesson to get to.

The day went slowly. I was dreading talking to My auntie.

After dinner I procrastinated by doing my homework, then finally, half way through my charms essay, I couldn't take it any longer. I had waited too long.

I walked down through the dark dank corridors to the Defence against the dark arts room. And soon enough (too soon in my opinion) I was there.

I slowly, very slowly opened the door. Professor Potter was not in the classroom, so I walked to her office.

Peering through the window, I saw she was in there. so I quietly knocked and made my way in.

She was asleep, her eyes seemed red and wet from crying. I had made her cry? I felt so low at that point.

As I moved closer I saw she was leaning on a piece of parchment. I read what I could of it. It said;

yours faithfully, Remus

it looked very familiar. Suddenly Professor potter stirred.

"Harry?" She asked. And now I realised I had been here before, except this time I was awake.

"Professor." I started quietly.

"What are you doing here?" She said rubbing her eyes to wake herself up.

"I just wanted to say, to sayi'msorry!" I said in one breath. "I... I mean, I'm sorry."

"You're sorry?" She asked. She looked as though she was about to cry again. "You're sorry? So does this mean you're willing to give me a ch... chance?"

I nodded my head, only to be wrapped in her arms in a deathly tight hug.

"Thank you, thank you so much."

"Um professor..." I gasped, "Little hard to breath here."

"Oh sorry." She smiled widely letting me go. "And out of class you can call me Auntie Claire, or even just Claire if you want."

I smiled back at her. Then something came to my mind.

"So why did no one tell me I was related to Malfoy either?" I smiled evilly. "Auntie Claire?"

"Would you really want to know?" She replied.

And that night, the night that Harry forgave me was the start to a beautiful relationship.

Every other night, Harry would meet me to do "training" but most nights we ended up just talking mainly. Talking about what was happening, what had happened, I told him about his father, mother and all of their friends. He was suprised at how his parents split for a while and then how they had been brought back together by fate.

He laughed when I showed him the pictures of James and Sirius in his toy car. Then the Christmas card of them asleep in bed together.

He was amazed that Sirius' wife was a ghost who haunted the schools halls. And one night Andromeda Black, or the grey lady joined our conversation.

One night, near Christmas I visited Professor Dumbledore along with Harry, he was pleased that we had made peace. And even though we hadn't done a great amount of work, the improvement in us both was significant.

I invited Harry's friends and fellow members of the DA to my classroom, to talk to them and teach them.

They were the only ones in the school who knew that Harry was my nephew. This was the safest thing, which we could do.

All this was great. Harry and I were friends.

But the day I knew that I had really gained his trust and really gained ultimate friendship with Harry was the day he came to me with a problem.

And at this time in his life it wasn't just a problem- it was THE problem.