Ron ended up finding Hermione in the first floor girls bathroom. I had been with Harry in the common room, my head resting on his shoulder when he had rushed in, pulling Hermione behind him. She was smiling softly as Harry and Ron playfully lectured her. Now she was in her dorm reading. I felt guilty. But why should I? She acted like she didn't care about me. 

Parvati and Padma Patil walk in and I nod in greeting to them from my spot on the couch. They nod back in unision. 

Harry comes back from his dorm, where he had went to change into some grey sweatpants, a black t-shirt, and a faded flannel. It was an odd look, but he pulled it off. I, however, was in black joggers, slippers, and a red sweatshirt. He held his hand out for me and I took it and stood. We left the Common Room and walked down the corridors. It was still early, since it was Saturday and we had no classes. I loop my arm through his as we walk out on to the grounds. He had wanted to see Hagrid for a little bit, then spend the rest of the day alone. But if I knew anything about Harry Potter, it was that things never went the way he planned. I smile at the thought.

"What's so funny?" he asks as we approached the Whomping Willow.

I look at him. "You."

He smiles. "I wouldn't classify myself as funny."

"I wouldn't classify you as anything. You're your own sort of being."

He chuckles. "That's nice. Harry Potter, his own little species."

I giggle. "I didn't mean it like that."

He wraps his arm around my waist. "I know. I'm merely joking." He smiles sheepishly.

I look at him and smile. 

Then a cold feeling hits me in my heart. It squirms into my stomach and spreads throughout me. I'm coming. I gasp and collapse on to the ground.

"Vallee!" I hear a muffled Harry say.

Valencia! A big pressure builds up, then disappears. I pant and run my hands through my hair. Oh no. Oh no. He knows. He knows and he's coming. "Harry!" I scream. "Oh, Harry, no!"

I feel him fall to the ground beside me. He wraps his arms around me. "Sh. It's okay. It's going to be alright."

I shake my head. "No. It's not. It won't be okay." I push back and look at him. "I have to talk to you." 

He frowns in confusion. "About what?" 

I bite my lower lip. "Everything." I grab his hand and start running toward the one safe place I know- the Quidditch stands. I hurry past the Whomping Willow, pulling Harry behind me. I'm running so fast, I barely notice when Harry pulls on me to stop until he yells my name.

"What?" I ask.

"You can't just do that!" he exclaims, his eyes wide. "I have no idea what is going on!"

I sigh. "I know. So that's why I'm going to take you to the Quidditch stands and explain everything. Can we go now?"

He sighs now. "I guess. But I don't need you to pull me," he says, rubbing his wrist slightly.

"Sorry," I say, feeling a little guilty. Then I turn and start running again. I hear Harry breathing beside me.

When we reach the Quidditch stands, I'm out of breath. It was only then that I remembered I could have used a spell. I groan to myself and sit in the middle of the field. 

"Now can you tell me?" Harry asks, even more out of breath than I am.

"Yes.Er... I have no idea where to start." I run my hand through my silky white hair.

He smiles and takes my hand. The gesture makes me feel even more guilty. "Just tell me. It'll be alright."

"Well, Voldemort..." I trail off. Harry turns to stone before me. "He..." Harry eyes me warily now.

"He what?"

"He, well, he's... er, I don't know how to put it." Fear tears me apart inside. What if Father is listening to me at this very moment. I blow out my cheeks and exclaim, "Voldemort is my father!" I look around me, making sure no one was near. Thankfully, the only sound was the wind howling, as if it could feel my distress.

"What?" Harry asks, ripping his hand away from mine. He stands and runs his hands through his hair. "What are you talking about? You would be in Slyhterin. You- no. You're lying. It's not true." His eyes plead me. "Please. Tell me it's not true."

Tears fill my eyes. "I can't." I'm surprised with myself. I've stared into my yellow eyes for the longest time, hoping to see just a tiny sign of a tear and nothing has happened. Now I'm on the verge of bawling. "Harry, don't go. Listen to me. Please."

"No. No. I can't believe you! You've been lying to me this whole time! You betrayed me!"

"No! I'm betraying my fath- Voldemort! I shouldn't have told you that," I drop my voice.

"Your father," he spits. "You are just as evil as him. Who's your mum? Bellatrix LeStrange? She killed my godfather, you know." His eyes are eyeing me like I'm some sort of monster that would kill him at any moment. It's enough to break my heart.

"I don't have a mum," I say softly. "He created me. With his wand." I rub my arm, trying to keep the tears in. This was always a dangerous subject with Father. He didn't like too many questions. 

"So you're not even real. Do you even have feelings? Or are you just a puppet?" he scoffs.

I look up at him sharply. "I do have feelings! Otherwise... otherwise..." I turn slightly.

"Otherwise what?" he asks, anger tearing through his words.

"Otherwise I wouldn't love you," I say quietly. 

I look at him and he looks at me and I finally see the usual warmth creeping back into his emerald eyes. He sighs and pulls me into a hug. "I'm not going to say I'm sorry, because you know this hurt me. But I'm ready to listen."

I pull back to look at him. "Are you sure?" I ask wearily.

He nods with a nervous expression on his face. "Tell me everything."

And I did.

yeah, I know. Late update and I'm sorry. Love you all! Over 160 reads! Thanks guys!

-Blu