Chapter Seven:

Harry walked into a bright room, the walls were white and so was the queen sized bed in the corner. There was a wardrobe and a dressing table both white.

The thing that caught Harry's eyes was quite a contrast to the room. It was a woman; she had long black hair and was wearing a long red dress. She was shivering. Harry could tell from the other side of the room.

"Ummm…I am sorry, I could…"

The woman spun around, her appearance shocked Harry so much he mouth fell open, she had the look that Harry had seen before, she looked like Sirius did after he escaped from Azkaban. Her face was gaunt and she just skin and bones. Her eyes were bright red from crying. She looked at Harry and her face softened.

She opened her mouth but nothing came out at first. "Harry…."

Harry stopped moving. "How do you know my name?" The question was stupid he was about to put his hand on his scar, but before he could the woman answered.

"Your eyes. I will never forget your eyes as long as I live. They were your mother eyes, otherwise you look the spitting image of your father." She smiled weakly.

"You knew my parents?" He took a step towards her.

"You don't know who I am?" Her smile vanished, Harry could recall her voice. He squinted at her.

"No." He looked at her hard.

"I am your….your God Mother. My name is Rowena." He stared at her his mouth open. She smiled weakly again. "I wish I looked better, I probably don't look much different from Sirius when you first saw him…" Her smile quickly faded, her hand went to her face. "Sirius….."

Harry moved toward her. Then stopped. What was he going to do?

"How did you know Sirius?" He stared at her.

She sat back on her bed. "They really didn't tell you anything did they?" She patted the bed beside her. Harry went and sat beside her.

"I….(she took a deep breath) I was your mother's best friend. I knew her all through school."

Harry looked at the wall he didn't know what to say.

"Sirius and I were to marry, when your parents were killed, everything stopped that night." She looked at the wall to.

"Why didn't you ever come and get me?" That was all he could say.

"We tried to many times. We went to Dumbledore all the time begging to have you, showing him your parents will which stated Sirius and I next guardians. He always said you had to go to your Aunts. After Sirius was arrested it was out of the question."

"Why?" Harry stood up. "You could have taken me!"

"I was placed under house arrest after Sirius was convicted." She stood up and went over to the window. "The ministry said that I was to close to Sirius to be beamed safe for society, although they couldn't compile enough evidence to put me I Azkaban I was placed under House Arrest."

Harry sat for a while. "Did you know when Sirius escaped?"

"No. I knew something had happened though, my guard doubled."

"You know he's…." Harry couldn't even finish the sentence, he looked at his hands.

"Fudge came to my same flat a few weeks ago. He told me I was free. I was so happy, all I could think was this is it. I can clear Sirius's name and we can come get you and live our lives once again." She took a wavering breath. "The he told me my name was cleared because Sirius was dead. I stopped breathing. I didn't care if a dementor did come into the room right at that second because Fudge had already ripped my soul out by telling me Sirius was dead. The next days were just a blur." Harry looked at the woman. She was crying. She looked up at him, "I am so glad you knew him. That is all I wanted, for you to know him. He loved you so much. He was a broken man when he came home from your house without you. We didn't know what to do."

Harry thought of Dumbledore. He could have given Harry to Sirius and Rowena, his chest burned with anger. He looked up at her.

"You know, the funny thing is I can't mourn him as a widow, because on the day we were supposed to marry he was arrested. We didn't plan to marry that day because of your parents death. Not until you were with us."

She walked along the room and stopped at the dresser. "I can still remember him running down that street to go find Pettigrew. I screamed after him, I couldn't follow though, I should have. But all I could think was 'Sirius kill him.' He deserved to die."

"Did you see Sirius's trial?" Harry had to know.

She looked over at Harry. Tears started to fall down her cheek. She nodded solemnly.

"It was a travesty. All Crouch wanted was to bag another Deatheater." She looked at the ceiling.

"I saw him, I met him. Crouch. He died." Harry looked at her, she looked back at him.

"Good." That was all she could say.