"So you just decided not to tell me?" Harry had been thoroughly troubled with the fact that he had been kept from the information of his uncle, or even HAVING one!
"Well..." Sirius had shuffled slightly, glancing away and then back to Remus as if giving a subliminal call for help. Remus cut in, "You see... your Uncle hated your Father. We, uh... had a bad past."
"What... so you guys did the same thing as you did to Snape? And you're just going to say you were kids back then, huh??" Harry was pissed, maybe more than that.
They went silent, Harry had turned away and started to march away. These mixed emotions were too much, all the grave responsibility on his sore shoulders - the overwhelming grief he felt was unbearable. He wanted it all to end, he wanted to be back at Hogwarts drowning his sorrows in endless adventures.
To the front door, outside, and onto his broom... and away he went.
To where? The hell he didn't know. He was having a mental breakdown as every normal child or teenager had during these kinds of times. He wasn't some sort of damn superhero that could carry everything onto his shoulders.
He was just a kid! He didn't even know what he was doing half the time! How the hell was he supposed to hold all this information in? First, he witnessed someone die RIGHT in front of him, secondly, he was accused of lying and made fun of by hundreds of wizards and witches for lying! When was it going to end?!
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The breeze tickled the brunette's hair and neck. He felt warm sunlight on his face, his eyes shuddered open and he groaned; sitting up, he found himself surrounded in soft newly grown grass and dandelions.
His broom wasn't at his side... Where was he?
He could barely remember how he got there, all he remembered was storming out of Sirius' home and- Oh dear Merlin... he left Sirius' house. He started to have all the negative emotions rushing back to him.
This made his eyes sting from holding back tears, his throat feel tight with stress and grief, and an unknown weight felt deep in his stomach. He gulped, shakily breathing in and looking around.
His glasses were smudged and cracked, which he was quick to try and look for his wand - only to find it wasn't in any of his pockets. This caused more panic, as he started to frantically look around to where he was.
He had oak trees nearly all around him, every so often a chestnut tree - wait... a chestnut tree? Weren't those American trees? It could be some rich person's acres... they could be growing some.
He stood, grunting in pain once he'd realized how much pain he was in. His legs ached - especially his thighs and knees as if he'd landed from hundreds of feet exclusively onto them. His sides felt like jelly, too.
He walked towards the dirt path that he saw separating the trees in the near distance. He blinked hard, trying to keep from becoming dizzy and passing out due to the undeniable drowsiness that overtook him.
"Yeah! That's good, move it a little to the left!" This voice was loudly heard, followed by work equipment. Someone must've been building. Standing right down the path was a few construction works, in front of a mansion – there was a large empty cage being held by a construction crane, slowly being lowered onto the ground.
Standing adjacent to the work crew was a man in a tan trench coat and black dress pants – he had on glasses [if you don't wear glasses well you do now LOL] too. With (h/c) hair that looked messy and as if the man had just lept out of bed and ran outside.
The man looked over for a moment while tapping his chin and looked as if he'd nearly had an aneurysm seeing Harry, "Hold on!!" Harry heard his voice and felt as if he was about to faint, who was this??
He nearly fell back, but kept his stance. The man was slightly the same height, maybe a bit shorter, but he looked pretty young? "How.." The man stopped his speech, tilting his head curiously at Harry and reaching out, touching his shoulder.
"How'd you get here, lad?" He asked this softly, and Harry took a deep breath and shook his head before giving a response, "I.. don't know where I am.. I don't know how I got here. Who are you?"
The man then laughed softly, "Oh yes, I'm sorry..." He cleared his throat, "(Y/n) Potter! At your service, I'm currently renovating.." He kept a grip on Harry's shoulder as he could sense the boy was about to drop on the ground from a mixture of drowsiness and dehydration.
"Why don't you come inside?"
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Harry was holding a cup of warm tea, he looked up at (Y/n) – he was in a state of disbelief at first before he cleared his throat. "Why didn't you take custody of me?.."
(Y/n) glanced up and inhaled sharply, "You see.. when I left England I wasn't exactly mentally stable. I don't think a child should've been around while I was feeling what I was," He span his cup to watch the liquid circle around, before taking a sip
Harry lost eye contact, looking down at his feet as felt a moment of both guilt and then curiosity, "Why? What happened?" He asked this suddenly and felt embarrassed as to how quickly he'd asked it
There was a bit of silence, as (Y/n) sighed softly. He placed his own cup down onto an ottoman as he thought for a moment before he'd say what he was going to say, "I loved someone, but I wasn't a horrible person so I let them be happy." He gave a fake smile, "I didn't break them apart, I went to their wedding, I was there when their son was born.. but eventually I lost it and had to leave, I didn't tell them."
Harry felt sadness that panged at his heart when he heard this, "Is it okay.. if I ask who it was? I won't tell anyone else.." He would tell Hermione and maybe Ron, but they were trustable and wouldn't tell another living soul.
"I suppose it wouldn't hurt.." (Y/n) was somehow still smiling but it felt very sad, the kind someone gave when they were hurting deep inside but were strong enough to hide it, "He was my best friend." He stood and grabbed his teacup, along with Harry's as he walked into the kitchen to place them into the sink to be washed, it was clear he was avoiding eye contact.
"Sirius told me you were really close with Lucius Malfoy," Harry quickly followed him, eyes wide when he was not sure whether that's who he meant – he did say, "HE" after all instead of she! Which made him even more curious than before, not that liking another boy was bad, "Did.. you like him?"
There was MORE silence but not as awkward as before as (Y/n) looked back, "Loved him.. it wasn't just a silly crush," He cleared this throat, "I don't bother anymore.. haven't visited in, gods.. 15 years? I haven't answered letters, haven't even opened or read them.. and they've piled up. I have a cabinet full of them."
This was a surprise, but it was also sad. Maybe this was why Lucius was so bitter? He ALWAYS came off as pissy and grumpy. It was discerning, that Harry knew his kindness to Draco was merely an act because he knew for a fact that someone THAT grumpy wasn't kind behind doors.
"He's really mean." Harry sounded this off, leaning against a wall, "And a death eater.." As SOON as this left his mouth, (Y/n) had dropped a mug which caused it to shatter upon impact with the ground, "He's.. what?"
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"We shouldn't be going so quickly!" Harry advised this as you dragged him down a sidewalk. All it took was some floo powder and a fireplace luckily, and now they were marching down a sidewalk in one of the cities in the wizarding world.
"I need to apologize to him.. I can't believe it.." You were rambling, not making sense as you spotted the man you were searching for standing outside an expensive clothing store. You let go Harry's arm, marching over and raising a hand as you made it over.
SMACK!
Lucius was nearly knocked back, pressing a hand to his own cheek to feel where he'd been slapped. He'd have been mad until he glanced over and saw YOU standing there, and now he felt some sort of satisfaction.
"Don't smile at me like that you pervert!" You yelled this frustrated, "That was supposed to hurt, you're so strange! You're supposed to be mad that I'm here after 15 years, after I ignored all your letters!"
Lucius felt his own face and wiped away a sliver of blood that dripped down his own lip from a cut, "Well, with such a warm welcome how can I be mad? Reminds me of old times, dear friend, old times," He lowered his hand and looked over with a condescending smirk that made you feel nothing but a rush of nostalgia.
"I hate you." You said this under your breath as you marched closer, the smirk on the blond's face didn't change and it only felt more cocky as you angrily leaned your face closer and reached up to flick his nose.
"Thank you ♡." He laughed out loud, not even moving away or flinching. You growled and turned your back, jolting slightly when you came face to face with another blond who was short like you and had oddly familiar facial features.
"Draco? Oh dear gods I feel old.." You could FEEL the confusion from the boy, but looked over when you could hear the man behind you snort. "You should feel young, he's taller than you."
"–Because you're a giant! He got it from you!" You countered this quickly only to hear muffled laughter from Draco who was covering his mouth. Harry's expression the background could only be described as, 'Woah! He can LAUGH?'
Lucius couldn't help but snort and look away, to see Harry who he turned his head quickly in disgust; only to get his ear tugged at, "Ouch! Hey!" Hearing this, you laughed in satisfaction. You almost forgot that he had sensitive ears, "Don't look at my nephew like that! You looked at him like you look at your least favorite food!"
He rolled his eyes, which you snorted and crossed your arms, "He's insufferable," He felt another smack this time at the back of his head, which he looked over in offense.
"He's related to me, does that make ME insufferable?" You asked this, about to grab his 'walking stick' from him and shove it somewhere that wasn't disclosable with children around. "No," Lucius began this, "Because at least you're very pleasant to look at." This made you choke on your breath and turn as you tried to think of a counter, "And YOU are married, my good sir."
You grabbed Harry's hand, glancing back as Lucius was still holding the back of his head as he watched you walk away, "–Unfortunately.." He mumbled this, glancing away as he didn't have the mental capacity to look back at you as you disappeared in the distance.