Through the eyes of a half/breed
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any other of J.K. Rowling's characters, just the ones I invent.
Chapter 2: Learning about the past
My mom took a step back away from Lupin, looking like she had gotten slapped in the face; tear's already glimmering in her eyes.
"What, happened?" she said, her voice barley audible. Lupin sighed, obviously in pain.
"I'll explain every thing soon, but Dumbledore, feels as though you need time to let this sink in, before you can handle the details" he responded bitterly.
I, however, felt as though I was being ignored, and deserved to know how he had died, since I knew absolutely nothing about him t all.
"Wait a second!" I yelled out, "Just who exactly is Dumbledore, why does he have a say in this, why was dad in prison, why's this Pettigrew a rat, and why do I know absolutely nothing about my father at all!" Remus and my mother jumped at this, and he stared at me like he was seeing me for the first time.
"Cyrus?" He asked in a soft voice.
"Yes." I snapped back.
"You look just like your mother, except for your eyes; you have your father's eyes."
"Well thanks I guess, but wait a second don't change the subject Mr.!" I turned toward my mom.
"I want to know every thing about my dad right now." I said to her quietly. She nodded sadly.
"I should have told you every thing long ago." My mom said with remorse. At this point Remus was beginning to look rather awkward and was fidgeting. Then he said, well I should probably go and get Dumbledore at this point, he has something important to tell you, Perrin, why don't you fill everything in for Cyrus while I'm gone?" And with that he turned around grabbing a handful of flew powder from one of his pockets, tossed into the fire, and left. My mom led me over to the couch and sat down.
"What do you want to know?" She spoke at last
"Every thing." I said and with that she launched into the tale of my father.