18. The Tapestry
Selena nodded and suddenly she noticed Harry's weird behaviour.
His eyes almost shot fire, while his hands were as white as snow from clenching his fists.
Yet his face was set on determined not to say a thing, his body-language spoke for itself.
Selena decided to ask him about it later that day, first she'd take Yasmine to her room and talk to her.
The talk never came, at least not that evening. Yasmine was too tired to say a thing and immediately fell asleep the moment she laid down on the bed.
Selena decided not to bother her and left the room.
Her mind was full of thoughts and memories of things she didn't recognise.
Her feet carried her to the room of the Tapestry, without her realising it. When she finally looked up, she startled a bit. Back to her ancestry.
She started tracing some of the ancestor's lines, but found herself not recognising any other names except the Malfoys. She followed the line of some Andromeda and suddenly her eyes fell on to the Weasley's.
'I'm related to the Weasley's? Ron?'
'Yes?'
A voice behind her said. She turned round and saw Ron looking at her.
'I'm related to you?'
He came closer, but didn't answer the question yet. He studied the Tapestry for a bit, before he spook.
'You have great influence on Harry, you know that?'
Selena watched the Tapestry too, before she answered back.
'Yes, apparently I do.'
'He trusts you. With his life, I'd even dare to say.'
Selena nodded, not really knowing where their talk would lead to.
'Don't disappoint him. Whatever you do, don't betray his trust he installed in you.'
Silence ruled for a moment.
'Do you trust me?' Selena suddenly asked Ron.
'If Harry does,' He thought his words out carefully. 'Then I do too. But that wouldn't stop me from going after you if you hurt Harry.'
She looked him in his eyes, a bit frightened and taken aback.
'I wouldn't dare. I swear.'
Ron nodded and turned around. Before he closed the door, he looked at her and said in a soft voice.
'You are related to me - welcome to the family.'
The door closed and she heard footsteps slowly going away.
'Well, that was weird.' She said to herself.
- Later that day - in the evening -
Harry and Ron were walking in the backyard, degnooming it.
It was fun, but Harry's thoughts kept on travelling back to Selena and Yasmine.
How could they possibly like "Bella" ! She was a murderess, a fugitive, a Deatheather!
Ron noticed that Harry was worrying and knew about whom it was.
'Harry, care for a bit of chess?' Ron wanted to try and lighten his thoughts.
'And let me be beaten by you, again? No, rather not.'
Harry chuckled a bit and Ron laughed.
'Again? Ha, I'm the king of Chess!'
'Yeah, sure you are, Ron.' Hermione said, coming out of the backdoor.
'Harry, Selena would like to have a word with you.'
Harry looked up. 'She would? Why?'
'I don't know, she asked me on my way downstairs.'
'All right then, I guess.' Harry looked a bit happier, but a great worry glanced through his eyes.
Hermione noticed this, knowing it all too well.
'She's in the Tapestry-room. She's been there all day.'
Harry went into the house and Ron watched Hermione.
'I - Do you - ' He couldn't really explain his thoughts, but Hermione understood.
'I know, Ron. All I can say, we need to support Harry trough this. And watch out for him.'
'I just fear he'll get himself too involved and let himself being hurt again.'
Hermione chuckled slightly.
'Ron, so emotional?'
'What, not used hearing things like that from somebody with the range of an teaspoon?'
They laughed aloud and went back inside joking.
-
'Knock - knock.' Harry opened the door, smiling slightly of his stupid joke.
'Who's there?' Selena answered, smiling too. She knew this joke.
'Father Christmas.'
'Really?'
'No - but I got you, didn't I?'
Selena smiled broader. 'Funny little guy, aren't you?' She looked back to the tapestry.
Harry sat down next to her, watching the tapestry too.
'Why are you so obsessed by this?' Harry asked.
'It's my family.' Was her simple answer. In reality, she didn't knew why.
It was a good question. Why did she sit here, for hours, just staring and thinking about those names.
Almost all of them were meaningless and faceless, but some weren't.
Lucius wasn't. She remembered several things of him.
She even felt a strange feeling, she knew she had liked him a lot.
She had spend a lot of time with him, according to the memories. But why? And how?
'What are you thinking of?' Harry followed her stare and noticed Lucius' name.
A cold shiver of hatred went up his spine.
'Lucius.' Her short answer made Harry wonder more.
'Why?'
Selena started to get a bit annoyed with him. She didn't know why!
And wasn't she the one with amnesia!
Harry was watching her, awaiting an answer.
She sighed.
'Cause I have all these memories of him. He's the only one I remember clearly, I can't even remember my father at all, but him I do. I don't know why or how, but it is like it is.'
Harry kept silent.
'I'm just wondering if - if there might be a possibility that… No, never mind.'
'Tell me. Please.'
Selena felt a bit odd sharing her thoughts with Harry, but after what Ron had said, knew she could trust him completely.
'There are huge gaps in my memory. As there are huge gaps in the story you told me. If I were sent to a foster home, why do I still not have any recollection of it? But do of Lucius. Does that mean I spent my youth with him, without even realising it. There are flashes in my dreams, of things that happened to me years ago.
Then I see my parents - whoever they were - taking care of me as if I was their own.'
She drew breath again.
'But I don't remember them for real. Lucius' voice, manners and even the look in his eyes, I remember.
It was a caring, almost loving one. Why, Harry? Why? There are all these thoughts, memories and feelings and I can't place them. Yasmine doesn't realise it yet, but she's in for a ride. I heard her moan in her sleep.
She said names, places I recognised, but I can't place them anywhere in my mind! How's that possible!'
Slowly, tears had been forming in her eyes, but she didn't realise it due to her rambling.
She realised it when Harry wiped one away with his hand.
'I just want to know who I really am, what happened to me and what my life was like. And I can't seem to figure that out, how much I try and look at this tapestry. I'm searching for clues but can't find them.'
Harry took her hand and hugged her. A small smile appeared on her face.
'You're being nice to me, why? I don't understand it all and I want too. I want to be able to understand, so I can help Yasmine to understand when she's awake.'
Harry thought deep.
'You mustn't give up, Selena. You'll know, one day. And I'll be here to help you - that's what friends are for, aren't they? Ron and Hermione have always been there for me and I'll be here for you. No matter what.'
Selena gave Harry a hug back and whispered "Thank you".
'It's all right.'
'No, it's not. I haven't done anything else but crying and passing out over the few days. Thank you for being here already for me.'
Harry's heart felt like it swelled up. He smiled slightly and let go of her after a couple of seconds.
'We'd better go and wake Yasmine up. It's almost time for dinner.'
They got up and went to wake Yasmine.
A/N: Sorry it took me over 6 months, I believe, to write this chapter. I had a huge writer's block about this story and eventually lost the courage to even begin writing a new chapter. I wrote several one-shots, but the big story I couldn't find a right twist to the story. Oh well, I hope it's ok and for those who might've read this, please review. If you liked it, and you want more - I'm sorry, but I've got to disappoint you then. Next Monday, 20-03-06, my examinations start and we got a big one, namely German. I've got a lot of fantasy and inspiration, but you'll have to wait till I've got time to continue.
I shouldn't even be writing this chapter now, I should be studying. But, after finishing "With a Little Help from My Friends", my inspiration struck et voilà
Hugs and kisses to everybody who's taken time to read this and till soon, I hope.