Chapter 4

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I was woken to the sound of footsteps outside my door. I got out of my bed and walked to my door. I opened it and a boy stopped as he was walking by. I looked at him and he looked at me. I recognized him to be Harry Potter.

"Hi, I'm Rhea." I said, remembering only Fred knew.

"I'm Harry." He said, holding out his hand. I shook it and followed him down the hall.

"So, you're Harry Potter?" I asked. He nodded, running his hand through his messy hair.

"Who are you again?" He asked me, looking back.

"I'm Rhea Lupin." I said. "Remus Lupin's daughter."

Harry nodded and stopped at the edge of the steps. I looked over his shoulder and saw Hermione and Ron arguing. Hermione was holding her orange cat and Ron was holding a rat. Ron looked up and saw us.

"Harry!" He said. I rolled my eyes and looked down. Hermione turned around and smiled. "Harry!" She said. He walked down the stairs and I looked at them. I slowly followed and looked at them.

"Ir- Rhea, there you are." Fred said, stopping me as soon as I reached the last step.

"What do you want?" I asked, hands on my hips.

"I want to apologize." Fred said. 

"For what?" I whispered.

"Look, while you were in your room, I thought about it, and I believe you. I want to apologize for not believing you."

"What?" I said in shock. "You do? About my father not being a murderer?" I whispered.

"Yes, I believe you, but I can't tell the others. It's like telling them you're his daughter, I can't do it."

"That's fine, as long as I know you believe me it's alright." I said. I looked at Fred and then trapped him in a big hug.

"Thank you." I said. I felt him nod against my shoulder.  We let go and I smiled. I was so happy someone believed me. Fred smiled and walked off to his twin. I walked over to Ron and Hermione as they were talking to Harry.

"So, Egypt? What's it like there?" Harry said.

"It's amazing, we saw a lot of cool stuff." Ron said.

"Not showing this off are you." I heard George say as I looked over. He picked up the newspaper and him and Fred looked at it.

"I haven't told anyone." Ron said.

"No not a soul." Fred said. I smiled as the two started listing off a bunch of people Ron's bragged about their trip too. I stopped listening and thought for a moment.

Harry seemed oddly familiar, but not because I saw him anywhere, but because of what Remus was talking about. I remember that earlier in the summer, Remus was talking to Professor McGonagall about him becoming the next Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. He mentioned something about Harry and Dad that I tried hard to remember. Just then, it hit me like a huge wave. Harry is my dad's godson. I didn't want to tell him since everyone still thinks that my father is a murderer.

I looked over at Hermione and asked. "Has my dad come back yet?"

She shook her head and said. "No, not yet. I was wondering were he was."

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