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Chapter Two; Confrontation

How Harry had managed to get from Three Broomsticks and back up to the castle again, he didn't know. All he could think about was what he had just heard, how couldn't he have known? How could they have kept this from him?

Professor Lupin was best friends with his father, so when they first met on the train... he didn't recognize Harry buy the scar, but by the fact that Harry look like James. And it might even explain how Black managed to break into Hogwarts and get past all of those Dementors guarding the castle; he had got help from an old friend?

It sounded absurd when Harry thought about it. Dumbledore wouldn't let him continue teaching if he thought he was a risk to the students. But his brain seemed to have lost the ability to think straight.

Why didn't Professor Lupin ever tell him?

Once he was back up at the castle, he found himself walking toward the Defence against the Dark Arts classroom. He needed to know, he practically demanded to know why. He had already been up to his dorm room to leave the map and his invisibility cloak, he had also met Hermione and Ron, and to them he had just said that he needed to do something. They had tried to stop him, but were unable to.

He darted through the classroom and walked over to the teacher's office. He stared at the door for a few seconds; he still had time to change his mind, to turn around and walk away. But he was determinate to go through with it, he had to.

He knocked on the door three times before he heard and "Enter". And so he opened the door to revile himself.

"Harry?" Professor Lupin said when he saw Harry stand in the doorway. He looked quite surprised by Harry's visit. "Everything okay?" He sat up straight behind his desk, it seemed like he was going through some papers.

"Sure, in one way." Harry answered, closing the door and walking into the centre of the room.

"What do you mean? Something wrong?" Professor Lupin continued.

"Well, you do feel like something is wrong when you find out that somebody you trust have lied to you." Harry said in a serious voice. Professor Lupin didn't respond, he started to realize what's going on.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Harry asked. "Why did you lie to about who you are?"

"I never lied to you Harry?" He answered.

"Oh really, then why did you tell me that you knew my dad?" Harry asked, crossing his arms.

"How was I supposed to tell you?"

"I... I don't know, but knowing that you knew my dad better than most would've..." Harry quieted himself, not really knowing how to express himself. "But this also means that you know Sirius Black and that you were best friends with him as well."

"Harry, I never helped Sirius Black escape from Azkaban, even less getting into the castle." Professor Lupin said seriously. "Harry, how do you know about this?"

"I..." Harry couldn't tell him about that he had sneaked down to Hogsmeade. "I don't see..." he tried to change the subject. "How... Who's Jessica? Did my dad really have a sister?" he asked.

"Yes he did. James did have a sister, twin sister even." Professor Lupin told Harry.

"What happened to her?" Harry continued, his voice calm now, he just wanted to know what had really happened to her, and sure he had heard them say that she was in a coma, but from what he also understood was it more complicated than that.

"It happened on Christmas Day of 1977." He started. He stood up and pulled out a chair to the front of his desk so that Harry could sit on it before he continued talking. "James and Jessica was out walking, this was before the war against Voldemort had escalated to a point where everyone knew him. Sure there still was a war against him, but silent to the public eye. Anyway, they had been gone for several hours and it was way past midnight when their mother, Mrs. Potter, started to get worried and sent someone out to look for them. That person found them; James had got a quite nasty blow to the head, but turned out alright. Jessica on the other hand, at first sight she looked to be stunned, but it turned out to be irreversible, like she was frozen."

He took a deep breath before continuing. "It was believed that she was hit with two curses at the same time. A stunner and the killing curse."

"The same curse that gave me my scar?" Harry asked.

"Yes, that is what they believe." He answered Harry. "James didn't remember anything from that night so we have actually no idea what happened. She's in the hospital; no one knows what will happen with her, if she'll wake up or die. It's just a matter of time."

Harry didn't say anything when professor Lupin fell silent. So much he didn't know, but now some of it was all clearer to him. But this bad and horrible feeling inside him didn't go away. "You never helped Black get into the castle?"

"I would never do that." He answered instantly. "What he did, what he did to your parents, what he did to Peter. I can never forgive that. A part of me wants to believe that he didn't do it, but the evidence is too strong. He's guilty."

"Okay." Harry nodded. The horrible feeling inside became worse as he kept thinking about Black. He stood up from the chair. "Thanks for explaining." He said. "I'd better go, Ron and Hermione is probably waiting for me."

"Harry..." Professor Lupin said to him before he had a chance to leave. "How did you find out about this, about Jessica and what Sirius Black did?"

Harry opened his mouth to answer, but before he had a chance to tell Professor Lupin he got interrupted.

"By the way Harry, I think that I don't need to know that..." Professor Lupin said, he thought that Harry probably had overheard teachers talking, by probably doing something that he wasn't allowed to do. "I'm a teacher now, I can't let stuff fall between my fingers anymore."

"Okay." Harry answered nodded once more, and then left.

Over the way back to the common room he thought over what he had found out, and before he knew it was he telling Ron and Hermione that he was tired and didn't feel like talking and left for his dorm. Once he was inside his dorm he walked over to his trunk and searched it for the photo album he had received from Hagrid when he was in his first year and started to flip between the pages.

He stopped on a picture of his parents' wedding day. There was his father waving up at him, beaming, and the untidy black hair Harry had inherited standing up in all directions. There was his mother, blazing with happiness, and arm in arm with his dad. And there… that must be him. Their best man… Harry had never given him a thought before.

If he hadn't known it was the same person, he would never have guessed it was Black in this old photograph. His face wasn't sunken and waxy, but handsome, full of laughter. Had he already been working for Voldemort when this picture had been taken? Was he already planning the deaths of the two people next to him? Did he realize he was facing twelve years in Azkaban, twelve years that would make him unrecognizable?

But the Dementors don't affect him, Harry thought, staring into the handsome, laughing face. He doesn't have to hear my Mum screaming if they get too close...

Harry slammed the album shut, reached over and stuffed it back into his cabinet, took off his robe and glasses and got into bed, making sure the hangings were hiding him from view.

The dorm door opened.

"Harry?" said Ron's voice uncertainly.

But Harry lay still, pretending to be asleep. He heard Ron leave again, and rolled over on his back, his eyes wide open.

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