FLIPPED - harry potter

༺ 67 - watching from afar.

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| WATCHING FROM AFAR |
"I don't like her, I love her."

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"WHAT?"

Alora didn't quite understand what Harry meant. How could he have lied to her? What could he have lied about — for there was nothing about Sirius that needed any dishonest information said to her.

"What do you mean you lied?"

"I told you that he didn't have anything to do with what happened to Snape—it's half true—but he did, he was involved." Harry swallowed thickly, he seemed to avoid eye contact.

"Why would you do that?" Alora questioned, her voice shook as she replayed the peace she felt with herself, being told her father was a good person. She looked at Harry confusedly, she wasn't angry, just puzzled.

"I didn't want you to think anything bad of him, Lora," Harry reasoned, "I've always looked up to my Dad, finding out what he did to Snape completely ruined that view of him for me, I just thought that, well, you didn't need it, s'all."

Alora stared at Harry for a moment, "Harry, I know you were just being nice, but—I'm just a little confused why you lied exactly, I wouldn't have been mad knowing the truth."

"Well, it's just—" Harry's voice broke off, he cleared his throat, "—you just began to get along with him, and, well, you're relationship with him has always been a bit—"

"Harry, you don't know anything about what my relationship was like with my Dad," Alora interrupted, a sudden sting arose in her chest — he assumed they didn't get along. He assumed she didn't feel like Sirius prioritised him over her.

"I know enough," Harry said, "I heard you two arguing, I saw you two— "

"You might think you knew enough, Harry, but I can assure you, you didn't," Alora shut down, she felt irritation rise throughout her — this assumption, this assuming of a relationship that he didn't know anything about, "and you still don't."

Harry took a moment to breathe, "What don't I know?"

Alora clenched her jaw and contemplated telling him the truth, "You must know."

"I really don't, Alora, I really—"

"You." Alora blurted out, her voice louder than before.

"What?" Harry's brows knitted together.

"You're the reason why my Dad and I didn't get along for so long!" Alora pointed towards him, she breathed heavily as the silence settled. Harry swallowed thickly and stared at her.

"Oh, so it's my fault?"

"Yes, it is."

Alora didn't look enraged anymore, she simply looked defeated, she looked to open her mouth to say something but shut it before any words left. She placed a hand to her chest and made her way to the portrait, she simply wanted to leave and not speak to Harry any longer.

"Lora—" Harry tried to call out, but Alora shook her head.

"Don't."

Alora fled from the Gryffindor common room, she held a hand to her chest and made her way to a deserted corner, about ten minutes away — her head spun with the adrenaline that was slowly wearing off. What had she done? What had Harry done? What had happened to them? Were they going to be okay?