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Chapter 6: Finding Out the Truth

Harry and Hermione sat by his fire, warming up after being in the cold Canadian water for so long. Hermione had flipped Harry and Klondike into the water, and then before she could do anything else, Harry swam up to her and kissed her. It wasn't rough or rushed, but a slow, soft tender kiss. His lips felt like warm rose petals, and Hermione could feel herself sink into his embrace.
What felt like an eternity was merely a few seconds before Klondike began barking at them from the shoreline. It was obvious the dog was antsy to get back and get dry. Harry and Hermione separated their kiss, looked at each other, laughed and blushed. They let go of one another and grabbed their respective rafts and ores, before climbing to the banks, deflating them, and walking back to Harry's cabin.
"There's a shower in the guest room, I'll leave you some dry clothes and a couple of towels for when you come out," he offered.
"Thank you," Hermione responded as she walked to the guest room. Her breath was taken away by the stunning decoration of the space. A large king sized four poster bed lay in the center, with wooden night tables on each side with a lamp underneath a doily. The bed was covered by silk sheets and a stunning velvet burgundy duvet cover. There were small windows to the side and back of the bed, and a mirror with a delicately carved wood frame hung on the windowless wall. There were pictures of beautiful landscapes to the next of her and above the bed, and hanging candle holders were held up by beautiful silver hardware on the walls.
The bathroom was just as beautiful. The shower had a silver frame, and the inside smelled like a forest after a recent rainfall. The walls were a similar shade burgundy as the bed duvet, and the tiles were a pearl white. The bath towels were soft and white, and the vanity had beautiful tan and pearl marble surrounding a double sink. Hermione looked in the shower, and sure enough, it was stocked with some of the most expensive shampoo she had ever known. This was going to be the best damned shower she had ever taken.
Meanwhile, Harry was just stepping out of his grand master bath/shower combination after a nice hot shower. He looked in the mirror, and he was surprised to see big bags under his eyes. A sparkle that had once been in his eyes was now replaced with gray and crows feet. His hair had grayed a bit and his smile was replaced by a sulking frown. This was not the Harry Potter that he knew a year ago. He had changed, and for the worst.
As he entered his room, he dried off his still sculpted body and changed into jeans and a flannel shirt. He stood in front of his dresser, towel drying his hair, when he noticed a picture frame turned over on the wooden surface. He picked it up and immediately his heart tore into two. There he stood, a once smiling and happy, young Harry Potter, standing in between-
"Who are they?" Hermione asked as she appeared in the doorway.
Harry, surprised by her entrance, slammed down the picture. "What the hell are you doing in here?" he asked angrily.
"I was just coming in to thank you for the shower and to tell you that I was going back to my place."
"Oh," he managed. He could feel his face turn red from how rude he had been to her.
"So who are they?" Hermione asked again, not backing down from her question.
"They're no one of your concern, Ms. Granger and I would appreciate it if you would stop asking me these questions."
"Not until you tell me who they are," Hermione said, getting a bit annoyed. "Are they your cousins? Your brothers and sisters? Aunts and uncles? Is that even you or do you have a twin brother running around somewhere who has a wife and child?" She stopped for a moment, then gasped in horror. "Oh my fucking God, you're married aren't you? You've been sneaking around behind your wife's back making out with me. I can't believe you Harry Potter! What the fuck is your-"
Harry exploded. "YES! SHE IS MY WIFE AND YES THAT IS OUR LITTLE GIRL BUT THEY'RE DEAD! YOU FUCKING HAPPY? IS THIS THE ANSWER YOU WERE LOOKING FOR? THEY'RE FUCKING DEAD. THEY WERE KILLED IN A CAR ACCIDENT LAST YEAR BECAUSE MY DAUGHTER WANTED TO GET ICE CREAM AND A TOY WITH HER MOM AND DAD AND I WAS TOO FUCKING BUSY MAKING MULTI BILLION DOLLAR DEALS TO CARE. THEY DROVE OFF AND SLID OFF THE ROAD, KILLING THEM BOTH. THERE! YOU FUCKING HAPPY NOW??"
Hermione did a double take by the news she had just heard. She suddenly felt incredibly horrible for berating him with so many questions.
"I'm sorry, Harry, I didn'-" she started to stammer.
"No, I don't want to hear your apologies. I don't want your pity. I don't want anything from you. I want you out of here, get out of my fucking sight."
"But-"
"GET OUT!"