CHAPTER TWO- 'Kissing Cousins' Not...

That night Harry waited a while for Sirius to come in. He always loved seeing his godfather, even though it rarely lasted this long.

Lucius's death was indeed good news—he was a devoted servant to Voldemort and a very bad enemy of Harry—but at this moment he had more important things on his mind.

Such as, how to get the truth from Sirius?

"Sirius."

"What?" He asked, brushing out his long, black hair.

Harry sat up, watching him. He never realised until now how alike his father and godfather looked. The hair was almost the same. The same eyes, too. A hazel colour. He had never noticed that before. It nagged him, but Harry swept it into a corner of his mind. That was trivial compared to some of the things on his mind.

"I'm like my father, aren't I?"

"Very much."

Harry traced designs on his bed cover. "I wish I could have known him."

"He would have been so proud of you," Sirius said with a grin.

"He was good, wasn't he?"

"Yes."

"I try to be good."

"You are."

"My father was…" Harry slowly drew out. "I'm sure he was better. More… truthful."

Sirius narrowed his eyes. "He lied quite a bit."

"I lie."

"Everybody lies, Harry. It's in our nature," He said, puffing out his chest. "Nobody tells the truth. Why the sudden interest in truth?"

"The Dursleys kept the truth from me. About me being a wizard. And then everyone kept a secret about you being my godfather. They thought I wasn't ready for the truth. I hate those sorts of lies. Keeping things about myself from me."

Sirius gulped; his Adam's apple bobbed in his throat.

Harry looked innocently up at him. "I think if there's a secret about me, I should know it. Don't you?"

"Y-yes."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing!" Sirius laughed heartily. "You're acting weird, Harry. Let's get some sleep.

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Sirius was asleep but Harry remained awake, tossing and turning. Why did people insist on keeping secrets from him? About him? Harry stared in the darkness, blinking. What was so important that it would cause him trouble? 'The truth didn't save James', Sirius had said. Why would it have? Why? Why?

Questions and more questions poured through his mind so by the time morning came he had barely gotten sleep, but was very active. He made some breakfast for the three of them and made sure everything was in his duffel.

"I can't wait for school to start," Harry said, nibbling on a sausage. "Or to see Ron and Herms."

"I hated summer hols," laughed Sirius. "I had more fun with my friends." He elbowed Remus at that.

Later that morning, he got into Remus's car. Sirius sat in the back in dog form, panting heavily in Harry's ear. Harry sighed, sitting back and wishing he could stay with Remus longer. Away from the blasted Dursleys.

Remus seemed troubled by something. "We need to talk," He said nervously, looking at Sirius's reflection in the rear view mirror.

"Me?" Harry asked.

Remus was silent a second. But then, "Yes, you," he said hesitantly. "About--well, about some changes that are happening."

"Voldemort. We already talked about—"

"No," Remus said, gulping. "Padfoot should be telling you this, not me but he chickened out."

Sirius whimpered and curled into a ball.

"Is something wrong?" Harry asked, sitting up. Maybe now the truth will come out.

"Well… the Dursleys… see they… well they…" Remus chewed at his bottom lip. "The Dursleys aren't your only living relatives."

Harry raised his eyebrows. "They aren't?"

"Your mother—well she—"

Sirius growled and Remus coughed. He looked annoyed.

"She and Petunia had another sister." Remus's voice was oddly detached.

Harry twisted and stared. "She did?"

"She's--um--dead," he said carefully. "She died a long time ago. But she had… well, she had a child."

"She did?"

"Yes."

"I have a cousin?"

"Y-yes," Remus stammered, now glaring at Sirius. "I wish Padfoot would tell you this but—I'll try."

"You're like family, Remus," Harry said, aching to know what the hell was going on.

"Well… your aunt wasn't married to the father of her child. And the father—well, he figured he had more of a right to that child than your aunt did. So he took the child. Your—aunt died. When you were just a baby."

"I have a cousin," He repeated.

"Yes. And--well--see… you know him."

"I do?"

"Yes, you do." Remus sighed. "Oh God, Padfoot--I'll kill you making me tell him all of this."

"Just tell me!" Harry begged, heart pounding wildly.

"He's at Hogwarts. His father… well, his father's side of the family is very magical and so was your—well, I mean, I guess because his father's side was magical and his aunt was magical, he inherited plenty of magic talent and he's just your age—nine… well, almost nine months older than you—and so he goes to Hogwarts… in your year…"

Harry blinked, processing this information. He had a cousin? And didn't know it? Someone in his year? Nobody really had any sort of resemblance, or would he have noticed?

"A Gryffindor?" He asked, though he doubted it. He knew Ron's family, and had met Seamus's mother, and knew that Neville's parents were in Saint Mungo's and he couldn't be related to Dean Thomas—he was raised by his mother and stepfather—not his father and stepmother. Plus he was very black and about fifty times better-looking than Harry.

"Nooo, he's not in Gryffindor. Dumbledore should tell you this. Dumbledore or Padfoot, but both are idiots."

"Hufflepuff?"

Remus coughed loudly. "No."

"Ravenclaw?"

Remus tugged at his collar, looking hard at the road. "No," he finally said.

Harry's heart fell. "Slytherin."

"Yes…" Remus mumbled. "He's a Slytherin."

Panic suddenly seized him. It couldn't be. It couldn't be! "Why are you telling me all this suddenly!" He shrieked, fingers digging into Sirius's fur.

Remus puffed out some air and cleared his throat. "Well see—he's your Aunt Petunia's nephew. And, well…"

"His father died."

"Yes. His stepmother died too."

"And let me guess again. Aunt Petunia is the only relative to take him in."

"Only true relative, yes."

Harry went pale and started trembling. "His father was a Death Eater."

Remus still refused to look at him. "Yes. He died yesterday."

Blood was pounding in his head, and his heart was thumping wildly with both fear and anger. "I take it you want me to guess."

"Erm…"

"So I will."

"Harry—"

"He's short, blonde and wants me dead."

Remus gritted his teeth and Sirius whimpered again. "I doubt he wants you dead but…"

"But!"

"But otherwise…"

"Malfoy. Draco fucking Malfoy," Harry hissed out. His knuckles were going white as his hands clenched into fists.

Remus sighed again, gripping the steering wheel. "Harry…"

"Malfoy is my fucking cousin!"

"I thought it was supposed to be 'Kissing Cousins' not fu—"

If he could throw Sirius, he would. "You KNOW what I MEAN!"

"Well, see—"

"Is he or isn't he."

"Er, see, the thing is—"

"IS HE OR ISN'T HE!" Harry screamed, unable to control his temper any longer.

"YES!" Remus screamed back. "Yes Harry he is. Draco is… related to you…"

Harry sat back in his seat, closed his eyes and very calmly took in a deep breath. Then very calmly let out an ear-splitting scream.

Author's Note:

Hehehehehehehe this amuses me so much. I really had a fun time writing this entire story, and the sequel –is currently working on the third- so yes, this will be a trilogy. Maybe there'll be four, I don't know. It depends how to the third one ends up. But enough about that! I hope you enjoy this story. Please review. Flames are welcome because they keep me up in the middle of the night laughing. If you are set against original characters, don't read this story because there are a couple OCs that are central characters… yeah… anyway, I hope y'all enjoy this story.