The crowd erupted in joy as the new year arrived, and fireworks burst into the sky, casting a brilliant, kaleidoscopic display. In that moment, amidst the sparkling lights, Y/N and Hermione sat next together-they always have.
But one thought they s...
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"Why was Sirius Black never mentioned as our godfather?" Y/N's voice echoed through the dining table, and Pervy was busy tidying up the dishes. On the other side of the room, Hermione and her parents had just departed, with plans for Hermione to return later for a sleepover.
Amaryllis paused with her hand in the air, clearly taken aback by Y/N's sudden question. "What do you mean?"
Harry shifted his gaze between Y/N and Amaryllis. Y/N was calmly scooping her ice cream, while Amaryllis nervously tapped her teaspoon against the rim of her glass. Harry felt a pang of curiosity but stayed quiet, wanting to hear the answer as well.
"I found out from the Minister of Magic when I—" Y/N paused, realizing she was about to admit to eavesdropping on conversations. "Never mind that. Why was I never told that Sirius Black was our godfather, a notorious criminal and murderer?"
Amaryllis sighed, putting down her spoon and looking at Y/N with a mix of regret and concern. "Because it wasn't important."
"Mr. Weasley warned me that he's after me and wants to kill me and Harry, but sure, it isn't important," Y/N fired back, the mood of the dinner table quickly diminishing.
"I just wanted to keep you safe," Amaryllis explained with a small pout of frustation, but Y/N wasn't convinced, averting her eyes to the side, feeling slightly betrayed by her mother.
Harry, who had been quietly listening, finally spoke up. "But why keep it a secret? We could have been better prepared, known what to expect."
Amaryllis let out a sigh. "I'm sorry, you two," she said sympathetically. "I really am."
Y/N stood up abruptly from the table, her tone blunt. "I think I'm full. Tell Hermione to go to my room when she gets here." She shot Amaryllis a cool glance before making her exit.
"Y/N—" Amaryllis called, but the angsty teenager had already departed. Amaryllis slouched in her chair, then turned her attention to Harry. "You can go as well now, Harry. I've turned on the heater hours ago, so it should be comfortable to sleep in now."
Harry gave her a grateful smile. "Thank you, Mrs. Crimson."
"Miss Thornfield," Amaryllis corrected. "No need for the formalities, you'll be staying with me for the rest of your teenage years. Call me Amaryllis, or... if you want—" Amaryllis paused, wearing a warm and genuine smile.
Harry immediately knew the word she was talking about, his cheeks turning pink and his heart warming ever so slightly. "I'll... think about it. Thank you."
As Harry walked away, he couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. The idea of calling someone "Mom" was something he had never expected, and it filled him with warmth and a sense of belonging. Harry continued down the corridors, his heart feeling a bit lighter than before.
