"No…I suppose I do owe everyone an explanation…have to talk about it sometime don't I" Mike gave a small sad smile "all right, but we shall go outside…back to the pitch"
A/N: That's where we left off, so now on with the story, a longer chapter, and to all the fans out there, not a moment too soon. But how do I know if you are a fan or not, well you'll have to review wont you, and I will be doing another Q&A when we have enough questions in so keep em coming. Also, please tell me if this is the size you want all the chapters…or longer..
Secrets Revealed
If
I turn my back I'm defenceless
And to go blindly seems senseless
If I hide my pride and let it all go on
Then they'll take
from me 'till everything is gone
Linkin Park – By Myself
The 5 moved quickly and quietly through the overbearing darkness, it was a lot different to going there during the day time, the trees seeming to come in every direction, a snap of a twig or branch accelerated the heart well over 100 beats per minute. They finally made there way onto the pitch, Hermione and Ginny clutching to their cloaks tightly and the boys hands were shoved deep in there pockets as a light wind blew over the field. They sat in a tight group to try and compete with the teeth chattering wind.
They sat in silence for a moment before Harry broke it "well.." he said, looking directly at Michael, Ron was looking away, but was obviously listening with all his might, even the girls looked on at the dark haired, hazel eyed young man before them. Mike Continued to look at a patch of grass located near his feet.
"Well, I suppose you could say…" he began after several more minutes of silence.
"That it all started when I was 12...it was during the summer between 2nd and 3rd year." Mike stopped once again to collect his thoughts and word them carefully.
"My father and I had just got off the bus, I remember that because it because my birthday is between Christmas and the summer holidays, so we had decided to celebrate it during the summer holidays. My father had taken me to where he worked, and said I could get something for my birthday, and my mum needed the car that day, so we had to get the bus. My dad works at a computer store you see, so it would have been stupid to take my resent home on the bus, someone would have mugged us" Harry and Hermione nodded a little as they knew this to be true, Ginny on the other hand just looked blank, and Ron's face was still downcast.
"Anyway, none of this is really relevant is it…" Mike murmured to himself. "well, we got off the bus and started to walk home, as soon as we turned the corner, we knew something was wrong…there was fire trucks and police everywhere...our house was in ruins, there was no resemblance to the home I had grown up in." Hermione gasped and put her had over her mouth. Mike just continued, as though if he stopped he wouldn't be able to start again.
"I remember looking and shouting for my mum, but deep inside, I knew she was gone…I think my dad did too, cause he sorta just stood there, I tried to run into the house, but I was held back, I fought at the fire-fighters…but obviously they won, I got angry at them for a little while, wanting someone to blame, but they were only doing their job…nobody ever found out how the fire started, they just assumed it had been a freak accident. Then after the grieving process, my father tried to make it normal again, of course it wasn't, especially with the benders he went on every few months. He would just drink and sit there for hours, or days on end, he wouldn't go to work, he wouldn't even come out of his room. I just stayed out of his way; we all had our ways of dealing with it…."
A single clear tear ran down Mike's face and it was wiped away by Hermione's hand "I'm sorry Mike…It's always sad when someone loses their Mother…"
"It happened 5 years ago, I should be over it by now huh…" he said, "it's just that sometimes, I just remember, like if someone or something reminds me…like your mother.." he said, looking over at Ginny and Ron "mum would be exactly like that …" he gave a smile and shrugged "well, that doesn't explain it all does it, why I'm here now, and not 5 years ago…" he took a deep breath, as if getting himself ready once again. "5 day's ago….I found my father, dead, in his study, not a single mark on it…police found a high alcohol level in his blood, and so officially he died from alcohol poisoning, but, I know it wasn't, I just felt a very strong magic in the room when I entered it…and I knew it had been used to kill my dad…of course I couldn't say anything to the police…even if I had, it had been the same police people who had worked on my Mum's case…they probably would have thought it was Post-Traumatic Stress syndrome or something, and then they were talking about putting me in a foster home when Dumbledore appears and says he has a place for me to say, and I was surprised when they agreed…but I shouldn't have been I suppose" he grinned a little wryly "and now…I'm here…telling you guys my life story" He looked up at everyone and 4 sets of eyes were staring at him, Ron spluttered a little "I'm sorry we doubted you mate…really sorry…" Harry, looked to the ground "yeah, sorry." He said ashamedly. Mike just shrugged, "how could you know…I wasn't really expecting the warmest reception…I was expecting you to be wary of me…if I was you I would be wary of me too...look just don't worry about it is all I'm saying" Ron looked at his watch "we had better go…Mum's going to go mental if she finds us gone" they stood up and repeated their journey back to the house…although some of the tension was gone, the wariness of the surroundings still stayed, Harry looked over at Mike "why do you think Dumbledore brought you here?" he asked
Mike thought for a moment, before answering bluntly "probably because he believes the same as I do….that Death Eaters killed my parents.." there was a prolonged silence before Ginny spoke "Death eaters…but why?"" she looked uncomfortable for a moment "I mean, I don't mean to be rude…but what value could killing both your parents have…especially if they made the effort to cover it up like that"
"I don't know, maybe they just singled them out for a good time…to have fun with…I don't know, but obviously Dumbledore thinks that I'm not safe, or else I would be in a Muggle orphanage right about now… I don't know whether to be happier or sadder that I know someone's probably after me…I think…shock would more describe it." He nodded. They finally got to the Weasley's backyard and walked it quickly to the door, happily shutting the door and retreating into the warm house, but there relief was short lived, as they saw Mrs. Weasley staring right at them "uhhm hey Mum" Ginny said, but Mrs Weasley would not be stopped "where were you…sneaking off like that, nearly gave me a heart attack, and with everything that's been going on…well, you were all very irresponsible, but im glad your all fine…you are all fine aren't you?" she started inspecting them until they told her that they were fine. "well just don't do that again okay.." she said, her tone lightening. They all nodded to her, and retreated to the fire of the living room, even though it was the summer, it had grown unusually cold, and they all huddled around it, Hermione was the first to speak "thank you for telling us Mike…I know it must have been hard." Mike just nodded and looked into the fire, one by one, everyone went off to do something, Harry and Ron went to play a game of chess, Ginny went off to write a letter, which left Mike and Hermione. Mike seemed a little uncomfortable around her, but Hermione didn't seem to notice "so…did you always want to play quidditch..?" she asked. He looked away thoughtfully for a minute "I suppose so…I mean, I have always loved sport, I suppose it was just natural to play it" Hermione nodded "what about school, have you always been so…smart" Mike gave a short, slightly nervous laugh "oh no, I had to work at it…so many times I didn't get sleep because I was making the finishing touches to an assignment, or reading something about something or other we were learning about." Mike was saved from any more small talk as Mrs. Weasley came into the room, envelope in hand "Harry…you got a letter, while you all were galavanting around…I don't know who it is from…so open it when ever you like.." she said, giving him the envelope and leaving the room "he looked at the parchment in front of him "it's from the solicitors office…what would they be doing writing to me" he shrugged and tore open the letter
Dear Mr Harry James Potter…
