A year in the life of Harry Potter
Chapter 13: August, 9
"So, you forgave Daddy?" Quentin asked, rummaging through her wardrobe.
Harry laughed drily. "Not a bit," he answered, watching her. "Slapping a child is a serious matter."
"Yeah, you're right," she murmured absentmidnedly. She pulled two bikinis out of the wardrobe, a blue one and a pink one. "Which one is better?" she asked, turning around to Harry.
"Blue, definitely."
"Is it because you don't like pink?"
Instead of answering Harry grinned.
"Me too," Quentin smiled, throwing the pink bikini back into the wardrobe and the blue one into her rucksack. The she continued her search for clothes.
After a moment of silence Harry spoke again, his voice shaking. "There's something - something you haven't told me."
Quentin looked up, surprised. "About Holland? I thought -"
"No," he cut her off. "Not Holland. Me. About me."
She gave him the most sorriest look she had. "I'm sorry. I'd love to tell you, but I can't. I promised Daddy and Professor Dumbledore."
"Who is that Dumbledore?" Harry continued to question.
"I - I can't say anything more."
"Please," the boy begged, sitting up to look her in the eyes. "Please. I need to know. My whole life has been nothing but lies and I need to know the truth."
"I know you do, but I'm not the one to tell you," Quentin whispered, a tear triggering down her cheek. She rubbed it off. "I - I think you should go now."
Harry stood up, sighing. He knew he wouldn't have any luck with her.
Once back in his room he too started packing. He found swimming trucks, and he was sure that Lucy had bought them for him for he knew that he hadn't possessed a pair when he'd been living with the Dursleys. They had never taught him how to swim, and he wondered if he'd learn how to in Holland.
"You never stop learning," Harry muttered, smiling. Although he hadn't forgiven Severus yet, he was sure that sooner or later he would.
A/N: As soon as they depart for Holland the chapters will become longer, I promise!