Harry

I'm quite confused. Well actually, I'm always confused, but right now I'm VERY confused. Belinda just ran past me, sobbing her eyes out. Kyla Hornsby just came up to me, attempting to make decent conversation, and now I'm sitting in the Common Room with Hermione asking ME why Belinda is crying. Girls.

"Hermione, how in the bloody hell am I supposed to know!" I exclaim.

"I didn't know if something happened between you two or something," Hermione replies exasperated.

"Why would I deliberately make Belle cry?" I ask.

"Well it may not have been deliberate, Harry. I'm going to go talk to her," Hermione concludes.

"You do that," I mutter.

"Stop muttering."

"Yes, Hermione." I give her a rude gesture when her back is turned. For a moment, I just sit here. I REALLY want to know what is going on. I can't help it.

No.

Yes.

No.

Okay, I'm going. Slowly, I creep towards the stairs and listen. There's a lot of sniffling.

"And so I met up with Dumbledore in the hall," Belinda says. "And I went with him to his office. My dad, Hermione...my dad was Sirius Black," she sobs. My heart stops. Sirius? My GODFATHER? He had a daughter. Belinda is his daughter. I move away from the stairs and sit on the soft, cushy red couch. Why wouldn't he tell me about his daughter? Did he not trust me enough? Was he hiding more than that?

And then it hits me. She's the only one I have left. There must've been a point in our lives when we came in interaction with each other. Her father was best friends with my father.

We're soul mates.

Kyla

"Draaaaacoooo?" I call softly. He's lying on the couch with his arm over his eyes. Again.

"Draco, stop wallowing and get your arse of the couch!" I exclaim, smacking him.

"OW! What in bloody hell was that for?" He exclaims, jumping up.

"You're way too stressed out for your own good," I inform him. He sighs and sits, motioning for me to sit next to him. I smile and curl up next to his warm body. He puts his arm around me.

"I have to stop worrying," he says, more to himself than to me.

"I need to get over the fact that Belinda is her own person, and I cannot control her."

"Yes, you do."

"Thank you, Kyla."

"For what?"

"Being here," he says. I look up at him and smile.

"Of course," I reply, kissing him.

-In an even darker, scarier, damp place-

"Bella, don't you touch her!"

"She's vulnerable right now, Cissy! And now that she knows about her father, the likelihood of her siding with Death Eaters is so small that you can't even see it!"

"You can't hurt her. I'm not going to let you hurt her."

"So you just want her to win it all? Be more powerful? Help Potter?"

"Draco loves her, Bellatrix. And as much as I do not agree with this situation, killing her is the wrong choice. She's valuable. We just don't know to which side yet."

Belinda

It's been 2 days since my meeting with Dumbledore. I've gone to class, done my homework, and gone to bed. Harry knows. We haven't spoken. Hermione's being too comforting. I've tuned her out. Kyla doesn't know what to say. I ignore her. So basically, I haven't talked to anybody.

The cherry atop this delectable sundae is that today, a Sunday-no pun intended, is Parent's Day. My mother didn't come. Go figure. So now, I sit with Harry in the Common Room. The only two people there. And it's unbearably silent.

END POV

Draco took Kyla's hand and dragged her over to his parents.

"Mum, dad. This is Kyla," he said. Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy looked at the grey-eyed girl in front of them. They know the family.

"Nice to meet you," Narcissa said, attempting to smile warmly. Lucius just stood, stone-cold. Kyla's cheeks flamed. It was obvious that her presence was unwanted. Seeing her parents was the perfect chance to escape.

"It was awfully nice to meet you," she said, smiling. Then, she brusquely walked in her parents' direction.

"WHAT was that about?" Draco hissed. Lucius glared at him. Draco cowered.

"You have more important things to worry about than girls right now Draco," hissed Lucius. "This is the WRONG time to be flouncing around in love. Stop being ridiculous!" Draco stood there, his mouth closed. Because he knew what his father said was true. But the last thing he was going to do was back away from Kyla.

Harry

It's been quiet for 10 minutes. We're sitting on the same couch, a mile apart.

"This is ridiculous," I finally say. She looks at me shocked.

"I thought you were mad at me," Belinda says, her eyes wide. Oh my God. I made her think I was mad at her.

"What? Belinda, no," I say, moving closer to her. "Why on earth would I be mad at you?"

"I don't know," she says quietly. I don't know what to say. Things are quiet for a moment.

"Harry?" she finally whispers. I look at her in the eyes.

"My father never mentioned me, did he?" she asks quietly, her violet eyes filled with sadness. It kills me to tell her the truth.

"No," I reply. "But I think it's because he didn't want me to know. Not because he was ashamed of you or something."

"I just wish I could've talked to him. Been with him. Done SOMETHING that would've let me get to know him," she replies, tears spilling down her cheeks. Now I REALLY don't know what to do. Slowly, I put my arms around her. She responds by putting her head on my chest. Okay, I guess that worked.

"I wish he told me about you," I say softly.

"I wonder if he told anyone about me."