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Harry Potter; The Hidden Secret. by MissScarlette1

Format: Novella
Chapters: 11
Word Count: 42,041
Status: WIP

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Contains profanity, Mild violence, Scenes of a sexual nature, Substance abuse, Sensitive topic/issue/theme, Spoilers

Genres: Drama, Horror/Dark, Romance, Action/Adventure, Angst
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Lupin, Moody, Arthur, Bill, Charlie, Shacklebolt, Tonks, Sirius, Fred, George, Ginny, Luna, Neville, Scrimgeour, OC
Pairings: Arthur/Molly, Bill/Fleur, Harry/Ginny, Remus/Tonks, Ron/Hermione, Neville/Luna, Remus/OC, Sirius/OC, Other Pairing

First Published: 11/20/2007
Last Chapter: 06/10/2020
Last Updated: 07/03/2020


Harry's last year at Hogwarts, is of course not going to turn out the way it should.

The road ahead is long and Harry will have to face challenges that couldn't have been thought of in his wildest nightmares. But when he's blindsided by a hidden secret, will he fight through the darkness of betrayal to see the light? 

Everything I thought I knew... everything... it was a lie! Harry thought, struggling to make any sense of what he had just been told. Now it's tainted, spoiled by those I trust... no, trusted the most. Harry felt the weight of the truth crash down around him, crushing his lungs. He tried to catch his breath but the sheer force of betrayal was putting up a fight and making it harder and harder for him to breathe. 



Before we start, there are three things I'd like to say: 

1. I have only been inspired by J.K Rowling,  all original plot lines belong to her. I am merely imagining a slightly different turn of events.  I do not own any of the original HP content. 

2. I live in utter denial and Sirius still lives on. 

3. I started this story back in 2007 and dropped it for a number of reasons. But I have now been inspired to pick up the pen/keyboard again.  Any feedback is most welcome! 

Chapter 4: Chapter 4. The Reunion

Chapter 4. The reunion. 


Nervous, anxious and nauseous. That is how Lottie felt, as she paced back and forth in her tent. Truthfully, she felt a multitude of things, but those were the immediate culprits she could identify.

She looked at her watch, it was getting late and she could feel the tiredness beginning to wash over her. She had been awake for three days now.

“No.” she said to herself, rubbing her face. “Charlotte Lily Potter, you stay awake!”

She walked from the living space, through the kitchen and into the bathroom, turned on the taps and splashed her face with cold water. Turning the taps off, she took a towel and dabbed gently to dry up the excess water. She stared at herself in the mirror. Her wide, almond shaped hazel eyes stared back at her. It was the one thing she liked about herself. They were almost amber in colour, particularly noticeable in the sun. She had pale, soft skin and long blonde hair that fell to her waist in gentle waves.

Her father had always said she was beautiful, like her mother, but Lottie did not agree. No one was as beautiful as her mother. She felt a pang of sadness and felt her eyes prickle. What she would give to have them here with her. She blinked a few times, sighed deeply and placed the towel back on the rack.

She walked back out into the main area of the tent stifling a yawn and looked her cat, who was watching her intently from the sofa. “What?” she asked him, walking over to scratch behind his ears. “Don’t look at me like that, Oscar. How will I know that they’ve come, if I’m asleep?”

Oscar simply squeaked and leant into the ear scratch.

Lottie smiled and sat down. She leant back into the comfy sofa and stroked Oscars gorgeous, long, ginger fur. Seizing the opportunity, Oscar stood up, stretched his front paws out and gently climbed onto her lap and curled up. Cutie. Oscar had been her constant companion since she was five, the one consistent presence in her life. He had been a birthday present for her fifth birthday. The best and last birthday she had ever had. She remembered the day fondly; how she had been brought downstairs into the family living room and was sat on the sofa. Her mother and father had told her to keep her eyes shut and then before she knew it, a small furball had been plonked into her arms. He was a young kitten when they got him. How life had changed them both.

She did often wonder if he was part Kneazle, as he was now fifteen years old and was showing no signs of ageing but tried not to dwell on that thought too much. She could not bear the idea of losing him too.

Her mind began to wander, as she absentmindedly stroked her fluffy companion, who was now sound asleep. She started to think about why she was here, literally and figuratively. Shaking her head, she tried to distract herself.

She looked around her tent, the place that she had called home for six years. She had been in foster care for nine years but ran away as soon as she had turned fourteen. She had been on her own ever since. In the time she had been on her own, she had turned this tent into somewhere she was comfortable and more importantly, safe. It was separated into three parts; a living room, bedroom, and a kitchen/bathroom area. The layout had never changed, it was a tent owned by her parents, but the décor certainly had. What was once a beige canvas, was now a pale cream. She remembered with a smile, the day she had learnt how to finally change the colour with magic. It had immediately changed the entire feel of the place from drab and dreary to something that felt much lighter and brighter. There were enchanted fairy lights everywhere, that she turned on every evening with a light tap. They hung around the top edges of the tent, some what haphazardly, but she thought it looked nice. The best part was where the tent raised in the middle, somewhere between a tipi and a turret, the she had enchanted them to hang down, and join up to the edges in a circular fashion so that she had her own special chandelier of light. Between the fairy lights and small lamps dotted around the place, they were her only source of light at night. She did not mind though, it made the place feel cosy.

On the floor in the main living area, there was her giant pale pink, shaggy rug. Around the room, were piles of books and a few small tables with various trinkets and objects on them. The sofa she sat on was a pale grey, with pale pink and pale blue cushions. It was a theme throughout the tent. She looked to right, where her bedroom was. She had hung net curtains, that crossed the entire width of the tent, sectioning it off from the rest of the space. She would tie them back usually, but she liked the option of having privacy. Behind the curtains stood a white, double bed, with a wrought iron frame. Her bed was probably her favourite thing. She had spent a considerable amount of time finding the right bedding, cushions, pillows and throws to make it into a space she adored. Again, everything here was white and pale pink. The usual things were there too, a floor length mirror, dressing table and wardrobe. Simple.

To the right of where she was sitting was the very basic, yet functioning kitchen. She was not much of a cook, or an eater, so very little happened here. There was a small kitchen table and two chairs, that she occasionally sat at with a cup of coffee, but for the most part, they were left untouched. Just off from the kitchen was the bathroom. A small, but bright place. She had the usual toilet and sink, above which was a mirror. The only thing she had really worked on was the bath. A beautiful, deep, claw footed bath sat in the room, with candles on the floor around it and a shower head that she used for washing her hair.

Lottie brought herself back into the main living area. Directly in front of her was the entrance to the tent. She stared at it for a while and then, unable to hold the thoughts off any longer, remembered why she was here in the first place and just like that, she felt nervous, anxious and nauseous again.


Remus and Sirius stood in silence, shoulder to shoulder, staring at the field gate in front of them.

Suddenly the full weight of the situation, crashed down on Sirius. “Remus?” he half asked, half whispered, running his hands through his hair with a slightly wild look on his face. “What are we doing? How are we going to do this? What if it is a trap? Merlin how are we going to tell Harry. Remus, I-”

“Shh!” hissed Remus, looking into the field and then back at his friend. “Sirius, I don’t know!”

They both examined the field again, squinting through the dark.

“Is that…?” Sirius asked, leaning forward into his squint.

“A tent.” Remus replied simply. His body seemed to reverberate with the range of emotions he was feeling. Fear, anger, nervousness, sadness… hope. He looked at Sirius, he was feeling the same.

“I suppose there is only one thing to do.” Said Remus, quietly. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Sirius nodding.

Sirius raised his wand and the gate vanished. Remus mimicked him and held his wand out. As the same time, they whispered ‘Lumos’ and started to walk forward in the direction of the tent. The closer they got, the more they could make out the shape. It was not your average tent, it was much larger, almost like a rectangular box, except for the top. Where the canvas walls of the tent stopped, the top of the tent sloped up and inwards. Somewhere between the shape of a turret and a tipi. When they were both close enough to see the tent and the faint, warm glow emanating from it, they stopped dead in their tracks. They recognised this tent.

“Sirius!” whispered Remus, a tremor in his voice. “Sirius, that’s-”

“James’ tent!” They whispered in unison, turning to look at each other. Neither one spoke for a moment, hardly daring to believe it. They had not seen this tent in over twenty years. They both turned back to look at the familiar sight.

“Do we… Do we, knock?” asked Remus.

Sirius shook his head and held his left arm in front of Remus and brought a finger up to his lips, signalling him to stay quiet. Sirius took a step forward and took a deep breath. They were halfway between the fence and the tent, somewhat exposed. Especially as the wild horses had walked away from them as soon as they had entered the field.

“Who’s there?” he shouted, as loudly as his nerves would allow, “This is private property! You cannot camp here!”

Sirius’ voice seemed to echo throughout the field. He braced himself for an attack, even though in the back of his mind, he knew it was not coming. He was joined by Remus, who like Sirius, had his wand pointing at the entrance of the tent.


Lottie was deep in thought when she heard it.

“Who’s there? This is private property! You cannot camp here!”

She jumped up, her skin feeling like an electric current was coursing through her. Her heart was beating loudly. Oscar was thrown, unceremoniously from her lap, but instead of hissing at her like he normally would have done, his fur puffed out and tail stood upright like a bottle brush and fixed his eyes on the entrance to the tent.

She stood still, trying to regain her senses and control her breathing.

“Shit” she whispered. She took a deep breath. There was no way it was a muggle; she had charmed the tent with a muggle repelling charm. It had to be someone else. She took a step forward, there had been attacks recently, more and more in fact. What if it was a death eater?

She glanced over one of the small tables where her sneakoscope and secrecy sensor were – neither of which indicated that something was wrong.

Then it hit her. Could it be them? Could it be the reason she was here in the first place? She did not recognise the voice but then, it had been almost sixteen years. Or maybe they had sent someone else.

Well it was now or never otherwise the last six years would have been for nothing.

Lottie started to approach the entrance to the tent. Oscar, sensing that his owner had relaxed, cautiously followed behind her. She stopped, just short of the canvas door and took a deep breath. You can do this.

Her hand, trembling slightly, raised and grasped the edge of the tent door. She pulled it back slowly and when nothing immediately happened, she fixed it to the side of the tent. She could feel the blood pulsing in her ears as she took a step outside of the tent. She peered into the darkness, letting her eyes adjust to the lack of light. Over in the distance, somewhere between her and the field gate, she could see two outlines.

“Who’s there?” she asked, her voice betraying her and showing her fear.

She waved her hand and a string of fairy lights on the outside of her tent lit up. She waved it again and the light grew brighter, casting light out into the field and just enough so that she could make out the outlines. It was two people. Two very familiar people.

Lottie sucked in her breath, her eyes were wide and raised her hand over her mouth. She knew this was coming, that she would eventually see them, but even so. Seeing them now, right there, barely twenty metres away stunned her.

“Oh my god…” she whispered, barely audible. Her eyes began to sting.


Remus and Sirius stood in silence, wands still aloft. There had been a long wait between Sirius shouting and finally seeing movement. The entrance to the tent moved ever so slightly and the light from within flickered as someone inside walked in front of the gap. The canvas door peeled back slowly and then stayed open.

Gradually, a figure emerged, who was hard to make out at first. Both men squinted.

“Who’s there?” came the figure’s trembling voice.

Soft lights appeared along the edge of the tent and then suddenly grew brighter. They watched as the girl before them raised her hand to her mouth as they both gasped.

Remus and Sirius stood there for a moment, mouths slightly open in shock and then at the same time they said, “Lottie”.

“Lottie?” Remus called.

The girl’s hand dropped to her side and she just nodded.

“Oh my god,” murmured Sirius.

Simultaneously, Remus and Sirius broke into a half walk, half run. Lottie did the same and somewhere in the middle, they crashed into each other with a thud. Remus put his arms around her, pulling her close while Sirius put one arm around Remus and the other around Lottie.

“Oh Charlotte,” Remus said thickly, tears threatening to fall “My little Lottie.”

Lottie let out a sob, allowing herself to be held properly for the first time in years. She clutched at her Godfather’s robes with one hand and grabbed hold of Sirius with the other; never, ever wanting to let go.

Sirius felt Lottie’s small hand wrap around the arm he had around Remus. He could feel his eyes prickling, so instead of saying anything, he just squeezed them both tighter into the hug.



Back at the burrow, everyone had congregated in the living room as they soon realised the view to the field was much better there. The only problem was that there was nothing to see. Remus and Sirius had only been gone for fifteen minutes, yet people were starting to worry.

“Should we go over?” asked Molly, looking nervously out of the window and then at her husband. She was perched on the arm of his chair.

“No, Molly dear” replied Arthur, taking her hand and squeezing it. “There haven’t been any red sparks.”

“Yes but what if they didn’t have time to react” she asked, looking out of the window once more.

“Molly, I am sure that they are alright – this can’t be easy for them, give them some more time.” said Kingsley reassuringly.

“Yes, but what if they are being watched, or there are death eaters around? Our protective spells only cover the Burrow!” she said, her voice rising. “Then everyone would be at risk!” Molly waved her arm around the room, indicating to those around her.

“Molly makes a good point, Shacklebolt” came Mad Eye’s voice from the kitchen. He had stayed there as it was closest to the door just in case Remus and Sirius needed help. Besides which, with a magical eye, he did not need a ‘good view’. He limped into the living room, and everyone turned to look at him.

“I see no reason why they have to reunite in a field when there’s a perfectly good garden for them to do the same” he said, leaning against the door frame and looking at Kingsley “They can still have their privacy, but under the protection of the order.”

Molly looked at Arthur nervously and then at Mad Eye. She was not exactly suggesting that Harry’s long-lost sister move into the garden, but she stayed silent.

Kingsley looked thoughtful and after a while said, “Yes, I suppose you’re right.” He took out his wand and walked from the living room, into the kitchen and out of the back door. Mad Eye watched him wave his wand and speak to the ball of light that had appeared. With another flick, the ball rose and shot off in the direction of the field.

Everyone in the living room watched the glowing ball of light shoot down towards the end of dusty road and disappear behind the hedges.

Kingsley walked back into the living room. “If all is well, they should be back soon” he announced to the room.

“The sooner the better,” muttered Mad Eye, “I’m collecting Potter tomorrow.”

Everyone in the room exchanged uncomfortable looks.

Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Fred and George, who were huddled together looked at each other nervously. Neither one wanting to meet Harry’s sister before he did.