Chapter 8

Amara let your fury guide her. She ran, as fast as she could to the Slitherin common room. She ran into Draco as he was stepping out into the hallway.

He looked at her in surprise.

"Amara?"

Her voice trembled with anger, and maybe fear as well.

"I just want to say… I just want to say- HOW COULD YOU?" the tears began to flow again.

Draco looked confused.

"You're a Death Eater!" Amara screamed. "A Death Eater!"

People around them started to stare, but she didn't lower her voice.

"My mother," she continued, "was tortured to DEATH by them. And I-I have suffered more than you can imagine at their hands." Her voice quieted, and wavered noticeably. "And I trusted you! I don't know why, but I did."

"Amara," said Draco in a bemused sort of way, "I'm not a Death Eater."

"Oh," she said sheepishly.

She went to bed with Draco's kisses still on her lips, and she smiled happily. Everything was great, and even her awful dreams had subsided a bit.

It was at that moment, she knew. She had to tell someone. Harry. She had to get it out of her.

When she crept downstairs, he, Ron, Hermione, were still down there.

"Can I talk to you, Harry," she said quietly.

"Sure," he said, but didn't move.

"Privately."

"Oh! Yeah," he stood up from his studies. Ron and Hermione looked curious.

"Harry," said Amara once they were out of earshot, "Can I tell you something?"

"Of course," he said gently, and a bit apprehensively.

"Snape is my father," she said.

He looked stunned.

"He left us-me and my mother, when I was four. My guess is that he was fleeing from the Death Eaters. That's why I hate him so much. Because," her voice cracked, "once he had left, the Death Eaters came and tortured us. They killed mum." Her eyes, usually sparkling, looked dull and hollow.

Harry looked sad, and hugged her tightly to him.

She draped her neck over his shoulder. "Me and my father just had a fight," she said when she could control herself. "And I wasn't supposed to tell you this, but I think you should know."

Harry nodded encouragingly.

"My mother," she faltered, "My mother was Lily Potter."

(Heehee. Cliffie! Also, I'm going away for a couple of weeks, so this is it for a while, guys. When I get back I will update more, so hang in there.)