Summary: After his fifth year, Harry's summer is downright depressing, but when Remus lets him sort through Sirius's things he makes a discovery that could change his whole life.

Lily390: Hope this is soon enough.

DutchLilyFlower: JA! Eindelijk! Je wil niet weten hoe lang ik mijn verhaal bestanden al open om te schrijven en maar nix kan bedenken. Frustrerend gewoon. Ik ben ook al aan het aftellen, maar nu zit ik eerst nog bij een aftelling die op nog maar 23 dagen over heeft. :D

Dark Secrets

Chapter 2: Shocking Discovery

"Harry?" Remus's voice accompanied the knock on the door.

"Come in." Harry replied.

Two days had passed since he had been picked up at Privet Drive and those two days had done him, or rather his homework, well. He had been more attached these past two days, enough to focus on his homework, but not enough to worry about his OWL's, which both Ron and Hermione seemed to do.

He had tried to spend some time with them, but had soon given up, so most of the time he had spend on his room, doing his homework. Ginny had come to see him a few times, seeking his help with homework or just someone to talk to, since everyone in the house was too busy and now it seemed to be Remus's turn to visit.

Remus opened the door, offering him a tired smile. There must be a full moon coming up.

"Hey." Remus greeted.

"Hey." Harry replied, casually.

"What's keeping you busy?" Remus wanted to know.

"Potions essay for Snape."

Remus nodded, not even bothering to correct him.

"How's it coming?"

"Not." Harry answered, making a face.

"Well, if you fancy a study-break."

"What do you mean?"

Remus sighed and sat down on Harry's bed.

"It's probably too early and I'm not saying you have to do it right now…" Remus started.

"But…" Harry urged, potions essay forgotten.

"Well, they want to clear out Sirius's room. I've been able to get them to wait, so we both have the chance to go through it and see if there's anything we want to have to remember him by. I thought I'd let you have first pick."

Harry stayed quiet, tears brimming in his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. Sirius had meant a lot to him and Remus must have realised that.

"Just consider it, Harry. It helps the grieving process."

Remus stood up to leave, but when he placed his hand on the handle to open the door, Harry's voice stopped him.

"Where?"

Remus turned around.

"Where what?"

"Where is Sirius's room?"

Remus admired Harry's courage. He had only given the boy one of the two reasons as to why Harry could go through Sirius's stuff first. The other reason was that he was scared to break down and he hadn't expected Harry to be up to it before the next summer, buying himself some time.

Seeing his defeat, he pointed to the door across the hall.

"Want me to come with you?" Remus offered, silently praying Harry would say no.

Harry considered the offer for a moment, but shook his head.

"No, it feels as if I should do this alone, you know?"

Remus nodded.

"Good luck."

With that he left, not even waiting for Harry to enter. Harry watched him go and after a minute he snapped out of his daze. Taking a deep breath, he placed his hand on the handle and opened the door.

The room was dimly lit, just enough to see by. The curtains were closed and the bed looked like someone couldn't have gotten out of it faster, but it wasn't only the bed that was a mess. Sirius had obviously never bothered to clean up his room. If Mrs Weasley saw this, she would freak.

Carefully so he wouldn't step on anything. Harry made his way to the window and opened the curtains, letting the sun light the room.

When he turned around again, he looked for a place to start and with another deep breath and a heavy heart, he started.

Two hours later

Tears were running freely down Harry's cheeks, but he didn't care. In his hands he held every letter he had ever written to Sirius, even the short note with the date of one of the Hogsmeade visits during his fourth year. The visit Sirius had come to Hogsmeade to consult Harry about the Tri-Wizard Tournament. When he looked through the small pile of letters, two pictures fell out, one of him, Ron and Hermione, the other of him and Sirius. Both pictures had been taken last Christmas, the only Christmas he and Sirius got to spent together.

Looking into the eyes of picture Sirius, he could see a light shining there. How happy Sirius must have been that day, but the happiness hadn't lasted long, for Christmas had meant a countdown had started for Sirius, a countdown to the day Harry would return to Hogwarts again, once again leaving his godfather alone in his childhood home, in his opinion the only place worse than Azkaban.

Harry hadn't wanted to leave, but he knew he had to. Tears still running, he dropped down on Sirius's messy bed, his head falling to the pillow, fully intending not to move from his spot until he was able to continue going through his godfather's stuff.

There was a flaw in his plan, though and it made itself know as Harry's head hit something small, but hard inside Sirius's pillowcase. Curiously Harry stuck his hand into the pillowcase to retrieve the object. Had it been in there while Sirius slept? And if it had, hadn't it bothered Sirius? Or was it supposed to be there, so Sirius would know it wasn't gone? But if that was so, what was it and what was so important about it?

His hand closed around a small object with a chain on it. He pulled it out and opened his hand. A heart shaped locket lay in the palm of his hand, the word LOVE written across it.

Had Sirius had a girlfriend? Harry wondered. Neither Sirius or Remus had said anything about it, but then again, how much did he know of their pasts? Deciding to ask Remus about it, taking a quick look inside couldn't hurt much, could it?

When he saw the two pictures on the inside of the locked, Harry almost dropped it. Staring up at him from the locket were his parents. A picture of his had been put in the front part of the locket and a picture of his mother in the back part.

Why did Sirius have this locket? Who had it belonged to? Surely not Sirius, it looked to feminine for that. Closing it again, Harry's eyes fell on the inscription on the back, written in an elegant handwriting:

Elisabeth Lily Potter
24 October 1981

Harry froze. Could it be possible?

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