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House of Black	By : aurorasakura Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 6317 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 2
"I was thinking about just letting Hermione plan the whole decoration part. She says her mum and dad are in charge of it anyway."
"What?" Harry furrowed his brows at his best friend from across the table. "You don't even know who's doing what?"
Ron Weasley shrugged, and went back to scribbling on a piece of parchment, a look of deep concentration coming to his face that, to Harry opinion, made him look quite constipated. "Does it matter."
"I would think so, seeing as it is your wedding." He fell silent, leaning forward to see what he was writing. "What are you doing?"
Ron pulled the parchment closer to him, a small blush on his face. "I've been given one job at least."
"Oh ya, what's that?" He tried to snatch the parchment from the red head's hands but he pulled away too quickly, nearly toppling out his chair as he did so.
"Sod off, I'll show you when I'm done." Ron suddenly grinned and gestured to the pile of envelopes sitting in front of Harry. "And you better get on with your job."
The bespectacled man looked down at the pile of envelopes with clear distaste. "I didn't ask for this."
"I didn't ask to be married to a lunatic, but there you go."
Harry shot a glare at him. "You asked her to marry you."
"I did, but I had no idea how mad she was up until now." He went back to writing again.
Harry lifted an envelope to his mouth, and with a slight wince wetted the sealing with his tongue, already beginning to feel sick from the horrible taste of it. Tongue still hanging out of his mouth slightly he sealed it shut and added it to the large pile of envelopes to the side.
"Now." Ron brandished the parchment he was working on in front of Harry's face, "What do you think?"
Harry found himself looking down at a very messy copy of what seemed to be a "brag letter". He snorted. "You spelt her dad's name wrong."
Ron cursed loudly, taking the parchment away from him, scanning for the mistake than swore again upon finding it. He scratched it out violently with his quill so that it broke through the parchment, then, low and behold, cursed again.
"Don't tell 'Mione." He mumbled finally.
Just as the words left his mouth, the door opened to Harry's flat and the bushy hair girl in question walked through, placing a large cardboard box on the floor next to his sofa, heaving a sigh as she removed her jacket and scarf. "The weather is horrible out there."
Harry looked out the window over his kitchen sink. Horrible seemed a perfect word for the snow storm that had suddenly picked up. It was only early November.
"What's all this?" Ron had stood up, taking long strides from the kitchen table over to his fiancé. After a quick peck on the lips he bent down to peer into the box.
"Just some stuff Fred and George wanted me to see into." She sighed, and bent to pick it up, but Ron had already grabbed it up.
He gave Hermione a scandalized look. "They can't want you to test them?"
She shook her head and laughed. "No, of course not. I already told them I will only work for them if I don't have to be their tester."
She moved forward to the table where Harry was seated well Ron placed the box on the coffee table in front of the sofa. Hermione smiled as her gaze fell over the pile of envelopes. "This is getting on fast. Thank you Harry. You don't have to do it anymore."
Harry stood gratefully, feeling a bit stiff. "You don't happen to know a charm to seal them all magically do you?" He asked with a certain amount of apprehension.
Her face suddenly filled with grief. "Oh no Harry! I'm sorry." She pulled out her wand from her dress pants, did a small flick towards the envelopes and muttered "cerarium". An open envelope sealed itself.
Harry sighed and turned to leave the room, Ron's voice drifting after him. "Honestly, 'Mione, you could have told him that earlier."
He stopped at the doorway to his bedroom, out of site of the two, listening as Hermione's hushed voice suddenly reached him. "I forgot, Ronald, I do make mistakes."
Ron snorted, but decided not to comment on that. "You know he's down right now, and you can't just have him do your little errands for the wedding."
"Fine!" Harry winced at the forcefulness of her tone and he heard paper shuffling. "You can do it than."
Harry quietly closed the door to his room, walked over to his bed and plopped himself down upon the soft blue covers. It felt nice to be alone.
It wasn't that he didn't enjoy Ron's company. He lived there most of the time; part time at the Burrow. He came over whenever him and Hermione wanted to see each other. In other words, sleep in the same bed. This was definitely
out of the question at the Burrow, under the watchful eye of Mrs. Weasley. So Harry was forced to have to endure a little too much of Ron and Hermione some times.
They were, of course, his most dearest and closest friends. But he couldn't help feeling out of place and withdrawn when they were around him together. Though they did have the decency to be embarrassed when he caught them snogging on the couch late at night, and they kept their relationship to a minimum when around him.
He knew it wasn't fair to them. They should be able to openly show their love to each other. Not feel guilty about doing so in front of their friend. He had tried to tell Ron on several occasions that he honestly didn't mind, but it had just gone back to how it usually was right away anyway. Friendly... nothing romantic.
The fact was, whenever he saw them together he was painfully reminded of the fact that he did not have someone to love like they loved one another. He loved some as friends, some as family... but that was different. The empty hole inside him seemed to be getting bigger and bigger over the years.
It had been two years since Voldemort's defeat. Two years since he lost Ginny.
At first, of course, he had blamed himself. Once he got over the initial shock of it all. He had let her down. He told her she would be safe if they weren't together. If they didn't see each other. But they had got her anyway.
Hermione was constantly telling him that it might not be because of him that she got hurt. That it was more to do with the fact that Ginny came from a family of blood traitors.
Taken over my Voldemort once before, and being the youngest of the Weasley's she had been an easy target.
Though Harry knew this to be slightly untrue. She was young, yes, and had sur come to the Dark Lord's powers in the past. But Ginny was anything but weak and fragile.
So of course it came as a shock to himself when he came to her body lying on the cold grass that one dark evening. And it was then that Harry began to blame himself.
No one else had blamed him. At least, to his face. They understood. There were always casualties when Voldemort was around. Someone always lost someone they loved.
But why did it have to be him? Hadn't he already lost enough?
He still had dreams about it constantly. Coming across Ginny's body, just lying there. They had found it so abruptly. They had thought Voldemort would keep her for a while... use her as a way to get to Harry. Perhaps he had. He was furious enough after that to loose his head slightly. But that had been Voldemort's downfall.
It was the power of love that brought him down, just as Dumbledore had always said. The love and sadness he was feeling for Ginny wasn't a weakness that night as Voldemort thought it would be.
Sometimes in his dreams it would be not only Ginny laying there, staring up the starry sky with blank dead eyes, but Ron and Hermione as well. Sometimes Remus... sometimes the whole Weasley clan. The two closest things he had to a family.
And at the back of his mind, somewhere behind all the guilt, hurt and despair, lay something completely different.
He wished more then ever that Sirius was here with him.
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Remus stared at the young women across the table from him as Tonks patted the girl's shoulder sympathetically, handing her a hanky that the black haired women didn't seem to need.
She looked like she might cry but she was holding it back. The tears dancing, unshed, behind her brilliantly bright grey eyes.
They had just told her the story about how the father she never knew had been killed by his own cousin.
Suddenly the women, Adhara as she told them her name was, laughed bitterly, taking the hanky and bunching it in her hand. "Nice family I've come into."
Remus sighed slightly. "You are related to some families that aren't in Azkaban." He motioned towards Tonks who smiled. "Tonks and her mother were not like them. And the Weasley family is distantly related to the Blacks."
"They're one of the nicest wizarding families I've ever met." Tonks added.
"And Sirius' godson most definitely isn't one to land himself in Azkaban." Remus added a bit offhandedly. Tonks laughed.
Adhara smiled at their attempts to cheer her up, even though she felt a sudden indignation at the fact her father had been a father figure to someone other then her. But she couldn't blame him. He didn't know she existed... and it wasn't as if they boy would really know him too well either since he spent most of his life in Azkaban. "Who's his godson?" Her curiosity was suddenly inclined with Remus smiled fondly.
"Harry Potter." At Adhara's suddenly shocked expression he chuckled. "I would have been surprised if you didn't give that expression."
Adhara found herself suddenly blushing, ignoring the look of amusement the pink hair women was showing next to her. If they ever found out what was rushing through her head.
Harry Potter, "the boy who lived". The now 20 year old man she has had a girlish, idiotic crush on for years and years now.
"Your kidding right?"
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AN: More on Adhara's history in next chapter, and more Harry goodness.
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REVIEW!(just a side note, I decided I'd name Sirius' daughter after a star as well. lol. It seemed to run in the family so, eh? why not right?)
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