Ch.8

Harry was petting Buckbeak when I entered the room. Even though he had his back to me, I could sense the sadness in him. I cleared my throat so he could know that I was in the room. He made a motion with his hand to acknowledge that he heard me. I closed the door behind me and moved towards them.

"May I?" I asked him, pointing at Buckbeak.

"Sure, why not?" he said, shrugging his shoulders. He moved to the side and I told him thank you when he did. Then I looked straight into the hippogriffs yellow eyes. With out losing eye contact with him, I bowed down and waited. I was moving back when he returned my bow.

"Hey Beaky," I said as I got closer to him. I began to rub his neck and I saw his eyes close in pleasure.

"I've been hearing that you think that I was a former love interest of Sirius. I would like to clear that up right now by saying that I am not," I told Harry.

"Then who are you?" he asked. I put my hand down but continued to look at Buckbeak. He nodded his head, as if he knew what was going on and was giving me his support to tell Harry. I took out the picture that I brought with me and then turned to face him.

"I'm his... well... I don't know how to exactly say this. I haven't seen you since you were a baby and everything that happened that night... I'm getting off the subject. Um... I guess I should just spill it out already, huh?" I laughed nervously. Harry just gave me a look that basically said that he thought that I was mental.

"Ok then," I said, looking down at the picture. I then walked to Harry's side and handed it to him.

"This is a picture of Aunt Lily, Uncle James, Remus, Sirius, you, and me. Wormtail took the picture. Right there is Remus, Sirius, and I. I'm obviously the one in the middle," I said to him, pointing at my 9-year-old self. Sirius was messing up my hair and I kept on trying to fix. Every now and then, Remus would pick me up, throw me in the air and put me back down, smiling. I was just laughing like crazy. "Right there, that's you, Aunt Lily and Uncle James," I said. Aunt Lily was smiling down at the baby version of Harry that she had in her arms while Uncle James was making faces to amuse him. Baby Harry was just laughing every time his father did them. "This was on the day that Voldemort came and attacked you. Sirius had dropped me off that day so I could sleepover."

The look that Harry gave when I showed him the picture was a puzzling one. It went from happy to sad to confuse in less then a minute.

"You knew my parents?" he asked me in low tone.

"Yes I did." I replied happily. Harry put one of his hands to his mouth. He looked shock. He said something from his mouth but I told him I couldn't understand him since he had his hand over his mouth.

"Sorry," he told me as he moved his hand away. "What I said was, that still doesn't explain to me how you know Sirius."

"I guess there isn't any easier way to explain this now is it?" I said to myself more then to Harry. I let out a sigh. "I'm his... I'm his daughter."

"What?!" Harry said with surprise. His eyes opened so wide, I thought they were going to pop out of his sockets.

"I'm his daughter. Well, adopted daughter actually. Remus is my godfather," I told him, adding the last piece of information for him.

Harry took off his glasses and put his free hand over his eyes. I could see that this was a lot to register in just a few minutes so I began to rub Buckbeaks neck again.

Harry cleared his throat and removed his hand from his eyes. "Um... um, why do you call my parents Aunt and Uncle?"

"Every time I was with them, it always felt like I was with family. So, I always called them Aunt Lily and Uncle James. It's the same feeling with Remus. But I call him Uncle Moony when were talking in private or around people who know that I call him that," I said smiling, putting my head against Buckbeaks beak.

"And Pettigrew?"

"I hated him since the first time I saw him. I never gave him the decency of ever saying his name. I was called him Wormtail."

There was another silence. I sighed out loud. "I hate awkward silences, don't you?" I said, looking at Harry. He was now sitting by the wall. He had his eyes closed and it looked like he didn't know what else to say. I took my head off Buckbeak's beak and sat down next to Harry.

"Look," I said. "I didn't really expect you to take everything in all at once. If you want to ask any question at all, just ask away. But, if you want to see your questions answered, wait for Christmas to come around. That is, if you want to," I said to Harry. He then opened his eyes again and was looking at the picture.

"You said that you consider my parents like family, right?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Then what would that make me to you?"

"My cousin," I said smiling.

"And you're proud of that?"

I gave a small laugh. "Of course I'm proud of that! Who wouldn't be?"

"I know someone who wouldn't be."

"Well, I'm not that person. It's nice to know that I have a cousin that is the only person known to survive one of the worst Unforgivable Curses!" I said, touching his shoulder. I felt a shock go through my body but it wasn't as bad as yesterday so I was thankful for that. Then, something dawned on Harry.

"You were there the night that Voldemort attacked us?" he asked me.

"Unfortunately yes. Why?"

"Then you know exactly what happened! You... you got to tell me what happened!" Harry said with much urgency.

I remained quite. 'I should have expected that," I thought.

"I can't tell you that. But if you can wait, like I said before, until Christmas, then I can show you. I can show you everything that you want to know. That is, if you want to," I said.

It was his turn to be quite.

"Are you usually this silent? I could have sworn you would have been the talkative type since you cried a lot when you were a baby," I said jokingly. I finally saw him cracking a smile.

"I'm just trying to register everything in. Oh, here's your picture back," he said, handing me back my picture back. I took from him and looked down at it. I smiled and handed it back to him.

"You keep it. I have copies of that one back home," I said getting up. "You know, you still haven't given me an answer to my question yet."

He thought for a moment. "I want you to show me everything," he said.

"Great," I said. "If you need me, I'll be around."

I said goodbye to Harry and Buckbeak and left the room. When I closed the door behind me, I felt like a giant weight was lifted off my shoulders. I also felt... well... happier.

I decided to go back to the kitchen to see if I could get anything to eat.

'I'm happy with happened,' I thought while walking down the hall.

'Finally! It's about time that you're happy with something!' my subconscious replied.

'It is, isn't it?'

'Know all you need to do know is admit to Bill that you are still in love with him!'

'Why did you have to ruin it by saying that?!' I thought as I walked down the stairs.

'It is true. That is the only reason why you would put on the necklace!' it responded while I entered the kitchen. I didn't get the chance to make a remark to it when I saw who was in the kitchen. Only three words came to mind and escaped my mouth when I saw him.

"Hello Professor Dumbledore."