The next morning, Harry decided today would be the day he confronted Ron. Tom had thanked him for letting him talk to Severus, and the book was safely tucked up in his pocket. .
Draco was in an older headspace, and, promptly told Harry to fuck off when he tried to wake him up. After laughing his ass off, Harry said he'd be back later. Draco went back to sleep.
The Weasleys were all at breakfast, and Harry wasn't sure if it was a blessing or curse. He decided the easiest way to go about this was to put on a big smile and go to introduce himself. Apologize for his behaviour on the train, and start talking to him.
After they were alone, he'd slowly get his answers.
So after three slices of jam on toast, he plastered a smile on his face, "Hello!" He spoke with a light tone, setting himself beside Ron. The boy looked up slightly alarmed, mouth full of food.
"Erm, hi," He managed, after swallowing.
"My name's Harry. Do you want to be friends?"
Ron's face lit up, "Course! I'm just gonna finish my breakfast." Harry nodded, waiting for his newfound friend to finish eating. He could feel Dumbledores pleasure at the head table, and he couldn't help but sneer to himself.
Ron was finished soon, and the two were walking out the hall, shoulder to shoulder. "So, not to be rude or nothin' cause I'm dead pleased, but why do you want to be my friend?"
"I wanted to say sorry for how I treated you on the train. My uncle gave me a rollicking, and I was in a bad mood."
Ron shrugged to that, "Oh it's alright. My mum does that too. Pisses me off. It always seems like she targets me, you know?"
Harry nodded to that, "I sure as hell know that feeling. It's like, to my aunt and uncle my cousin can do no wrong but I'm the scum of the earth."
Ron agreed, "It's like that with me too, but with all of my siblings. It's almost like I'm the child they didn't want."
Harry's heart ached a little at that, because he knew the truth. Your real mother would treat you like the king of the earth.
Luckily, Draco rounded the corner so Harry didn't have to reply. "Harry!" He exclaimed, "Morning." He nodded to Ron, and the ginger boy looked perplexed.
"I'll leave you two to it. I'm going to do some extra potions work with professor Snape if you need me." Harry waved his goodbye, and Ron got a sour look on his face.
"What's got your knickers in a twist?"
"Snape. He berates us for not getting something perfect, but gives his Slytherins extra lessons." He was slumped, and Harry chuckled a little bit.
"He'll give you extra lessons if you ask for it. He's quite a chill guy, but when there's thirty kids in one potions classroom, he's on high alert. Its a very dangerous situation. And if you give him attitude in class while he's trying to make sure you all survive, he'll be pissy with you out if class. He's a butt man, yes, but he's alright if you hold your tongue."
Ron nodded wisely, "Makes sense I guess."
The two boys walked around for half an hour, before setting up camp in am empty classroom.
"So, you have a younger sister?" Harry asked, finally decided to start on the subject that had been the reason for this friendship.
"Yeah, Ginny. She's cute." He had an unwavering amount of love in his tone, and Harry couldn't help but smile.
"You two are quite close in age aren't you?"
"Seven and a half months apart. She was born early or something."
Harry faked wrinkling his forehead, "Oh, she must of spent quite awhile in hospital then? I can imagine it being quite traumatic."
Ron shook his head, "No, she was fine. Born in the living room actually."
"Weird. It's impossible for her to of survived that. Did you have a healer with you?" Harry could see the boys confusion whirling around, and felt the giddy excitement rising in himself.
"No. We were in hiding, war and all that. She was born on the floor, and a healer came by the day after. Said she was fine."
"That's a bit strange. How come you remember all this, anyway?" Harry was struggling to hide his smile. This was going perfectly.
"I don't know, I just do. I remember it scene by scene, as if I'm living it again."
Harry nodded, "Is there a chance you could be adopted? I'm not trying to upset you- but Ginny had to be due term when she was both in order to survive, and that's impossible with you."
Ron was getting mildly upset, "I suppose. Makes sense as to why they don't live me as much as everyone else. Why do you care, anyway?"
Harry shrugged, "Does the name Karkoden mean anything to you?"
Ron looked like he had been slapped. "Yeah. I know it. It- I'm not sure. It feels like it should give me butterflies, but it makes me feel sick at the same time."
Harry nodded along, "That was the name of Bellatrix Blacks son. He want missing three days before you were born."
Ron looked confused, wondering why Harry was telling him this. Harry knew he would figure it out soon, and so he sat back and let him.
The boys head snapped up after approximately three minutes, tears gathered in his eyes, "You mean?"
Harry nodded.
"I'm a death eater child." He gasped out, choking on his tears.
"Hey, it's not all bad. She loved you. Neville is too, he was stolen."
"Stolen? Who would steal babies?" Ron was looking up again, wiping the tears off his face.
"Dumbledore. During the first war, he formed a group of people called the Order if the Phoenix. While Molly and Arthur weren't a part of it, they still followed Dumbledore. He found out Bellatrix had a child, you, and tracked her down. They attacked her while she was alone, and stole you away."
Ron motioned for him to continue.
"You aren't a normal Wizard. Bellatrix couldn't have children. Lady Magic granted her with a single child, you. You are incredibly strong. You are perhaps the only direct link from lady Magic since Merlin."
Ron's was overwhelmed, "They ripped me from my mother for what? Because she was insane?"
Harry nodded, almost. "Death Eaters have specific times for having children. All married death eaters that could were due to have a baby in 1980. They figured this out, and realised you would be insanely strong just because of your mother, and who they assumed to be your father. They were smart. They didn't know who your godparents were if you had any, but they knew if they finally imprisoned all the death eaters, Lucius Malfoy would get away, and you'd go to live with them. They couldn't risk it, so they took you from your family."
Ron sobbed, and sobbed. It was too much. He had a family that loved him. He couldn't care less if they were death eaters or not.
While Ron was dealing with all the new information, Harry pulled out his diary.
Tom, I've spoken to Ron, (Bellatrix's child,) and heat crying now. Anyway, after he's stopped, what do I do?
Cast Ostenderet Sanguine, with an infinity motion, and if it shows him as blood related to Bellatrix, write to Lucius. Tell him you found Bellatrix's child. He knows I'm back in this form, I got Severus to tell him, so he shall simply come to the school and talk to you about the information. He will then go to the ministry and have Kode with his true family members.
Thank you Tom. I promise I'll sort Zachariah out once he gets back.
Harry closed his book, scooting closer to Ron. He cast the spell, and Ron looked up, about to ask what he was doing.
Karkoden Thomas Black shone in bright green light, a shining line if white leading to the Name Bellatrix Black, in the same white. Her family tree was glowing beneath her, faded.
"I really am her son." He whispered, and Harry could feel the pride.
He was quite surprised Ron, or Karkoden, changed his views so quickly.
"Come on, we have to write a letter. You and your mother need justice."
Ron nodded strongly, wiped his face, and stood up. "Do you think they'll let me visit her?"
"No, they won't. But we'll get her out, and once she's better you can bet she'll never let you go again."
"Who's we?"
"Karkoden, really, you think I learned all this from a book? I'm a death eater child. Sort of. Now come on, we have a letter to write."
Ron was amazed, "So, who is Neville really, and who are you?"
Harry brought Ron up into the Slytherin dorms, and sat at his desk. "Neville is Rabastan LeStranges son, I'm not sure of his mother. His real name is Zachariah. I am biologically James and Lily's son, but have been, ah, adopted."
Ron sat beside him, trying to think of who. "Snape?"
Harry laughed "No." He replied, before realising, "Well, sort of. I was adopted by Professor Snape's lover. Or previous lover, but I do believe they are working on their relationship again."
Ron nodded, and the two sat writing the letter.
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Who should I kill off next?