Grandson of Voldemort

Chapter One

HARRY P.O.V

"WHAT?!" I scream. How could Voldemort have a daughter and grandson? Who in the right mind would be in any relationship with someone ,hell something as cruel and vile as Voldemort!

"Please Harry calm down. This is news to everyone" Dumbledore states calmly.

"Calm down. CALM DOWN! How can I calm down knowing the thing that murdered my mother and father as a family! How come he can have a family and not me?!" I yell, getting angrier with every word.

"You need to calm down Harry the grandson could very much help us win this war" Dumbledore says with reason.

"Do we even know if the grandson will help us?" Ask Hermione. Murmurs break out, many different theories being spread across the dining table.

"Of course he won't help us! He's Voldemorts grandson! Bloody hell am I the only that doesn't think this is a good idea!?" Says Ron.

Silence overcomes the room, every pair of eyes on Ron.

"I agree, he probably won't help us" I say, taking the attention off a very red faced Ron. "If he's anything like his grandfather, he would rather watch us die! Voldemort has probably already recruited him!" I say with so much anger in my voice.

"That's an if though Harry. Unless you personally know him don't say anything!" Ginny replied, Ginny! I thought she would of supported me!

"You don't know either Ginny! Why are you defending the guy anyways?!" Ron says angrily

"Silence!" Dumbledore raises his voice.

"We can not make any assumptions. Tomorrow, I and anyone else who would like to come is welcome, will go to the daughter and grandson apartment" Dumbledore continues.

I immediately raise my hand, Ron second and surprisingly Sirius. No one else. Not even Hermione! That kinda hurt.

"Alright, I suggest everyone gets to bed, get a goodnights rest" says Molly with her usual cheerfulness.

As per usual everyone listens, even Fred and George who have been surprisingly quiet throughout this meeting.

TIME SKIP TO RON AND HARRYS ROOM

"How could you defend that git!?" Whispers-yells Ron

"You don't even know him Ron! He could be really nice for all we know!" Ginny says back harshly.

"Why are you still defending him! You should be on our side! We are you friends!" I cut in. Hurt overruling my anger.

"Guys calm down! Like Dumbledore said, we can't make any assumptions!" Hermione cuts in, she had been quiet throughout everything I nearly forgot about her.

I don't think Ron or Ginny heard her though, they seemed preoccupied in their own heated argument!

"Ginny you should be siding with your friends, your family!"

"Ron you don't know anything about him! He could be the nicest person!"

"Or he could be exactly like Voldemort!"

"You know what. I'm not going to argue anymore, you bother clearly can't see reason so goodnight"

Hermione and I watch Ginny walk towards the door, she looks behind her at us, well Hermione, neither of us making any movement to walk towards her. She sighs then shuts the door.

I slowly walk towards my bed, sitting down, letting everything sink in. Voldemort has a family. He killed mine. I am going to visit them tomorrow. I can't believe it!

I look at Ron then Hermione, both were sitting in Rons bed.

"We should get some rest guys, especially you two, big day tomorrow" Hermione states.

Going to sleep is horrible. Sleep itself is horrible. Nightmares and bad memories plague my nights, haunting me constantly. So you can imagine why I dislike sleep generally. When I sleep I'm vulnerable, I hate being vulnerable.

I look over to the clock, it's midnight. I get out of bed, heading down stairs towards the kitchen hoping no one is there. Sighing I walk towards the cabinet and get a glass, filling up the glass halfway.

I hear someone clear their throat behind me. Startled I jump spilling the water all over myself and the floor. Turning around I see Sirius Black, my godfather.

"Harry, we need to talk"

Authors Note :
How was that? Good? Bad? Constructive criticism would be awesome! Please let me know if you think that was a bit rushed, cause I for one dislike rushed stories.

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