Pictures
"Hey Harry," Skyler called around lunch time.
"Yeah?" he answered.
"Come here, I wanna show you something," she said, motioning for him to follow.
"But -" he started, pointing back to the group he was helping clean up.
"Don't worry about them, they won't notice," she assured him. "Now, come on."
Harry followed her down the hall into her room. Skyler sat down on her bed and pulled out an old book out of her backpack.
"I thought you might like to see this," she said, a little quieter than normal. She was eyeing the book.
"What is it? he asked her, sitting down beside her.
"A few memories I have from before I went to America," she told him sorrowfully. "My mom was gonna throw them out when she found them, so she took the spell off, but I got them and hid them. They're not magical, but I still think you'll like to see them."
"OK."
Skyler opened up the book. There was a picture of her when she was younger, and Sirius' arms around her. There was one of James and Lily, with a smiling baby Harry. Harry smiled at that one. There were a couple of James and Sirius, one with their arms around each other and one with them acting goofy. When Skyler flipped the page again it revealed a two year old Skyler in a chair holding a baby.
"Is that..." he started to ask, pointing to the baby. Skyler smiled.
"You," she stated. "It was taken the day you were born," she informed him. He smiled at the picture, Skyler saw his face. "Apparently, I'm sort of your big sister." Harry looked at her. "Well, our dads were like brothers, and they are our respective godfathers."
"My dad was your godfather?" Harry asked, not sure why it confused him, it made sense.
"Yeah," she said like it was an obvious fact, which it kinda was. "He was my dad's best friend, and your parents were the only ones who knew about me."
"So, I'm kind of your little brother?" Harry asked sarcastically, smiling though. She laughed.
"Yeah, you kind of are," she told him, smiling too. "But don't worry, we used to like each other. Hopefully, that didn't change." She pointed to the next picture.
"When was this?" Harry asked of the picture.
"A year later," she told him, looking at the picture of her three year old self sitting on the floor hugging one year old Harry. "It was taken a few days before me and my mom left." Harry saw the look in her eyes.
"Why did you guys leave?" Harry asked bluntly.
"I dunno. She never told me. I assume it was because she thought I was going to turn out just like him." Harry knew she was talking about Sirius. "Which I guess I kinda did," she added with a chuckle.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked, confused.
"Nothing," Skyler lied calmly, but Harry didn't buy it. Skyler closed the picture book and put it back into her backpack. "Anytime you wanna look at it," she started, motioning to the book. "Just ask."
"OK," Harry smiled.
"Come on, we'd better get back before Mrs. Weasley thinks I kidnapped you or something," she said, getting up. They both laughed.