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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 8: Chapter 8. The Explanation, Part 1.

Chapter 8. The Explanation, Part 1

Harry stumbled out into the night air.

Everything I thought I knew... everything... it was a lie! He thought to himself, struggling to make any sense of what he had just been told. Now it is tainted, spoiled by those I trust... no, trusted the most.

He 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.

Harry tripped towards the apple tree in the garden and fell shoulder first into the trunk, sliding down it and landing in a heap on the damp grass; his legs giving up on him entirely. He stayed there breathing heavily, his body leaning into the trunk and his legs out to the side. It was a while before he mustered what strength he could find to turn his body so that his back was against the tree. He pulled his knees towards him and leant his elbows against them, placing his head in his hands.

His mind was struggling to comprehend the enormity of the truth that had just been dropped on him like a bomb, mere moments ago. A sister. A sister that he had apparently had for his entire life and he was just finding out about it now. Two days before his seventeenth birthday. Just like that, the feelings came in thick and fast and settled unbearably somewhere in the middle, just below his rib cage. He tried to take a couple of deep breaths, but it was agony. Not a physical pain as such, but a gut wrenching, mind numbing pain that was showing no signs of subsiding.

He had been betrayed by his friends and those he claimed as his own family. Everyone had lied to him. Everyone had known about it, but for how long, was still unclear. He had been denied a sibling; robbed of a life that was once his. He could have grown up feeling loved and wanted, rather than being left to survive the harsh world of the Dursley’s.

Harry clenched his fists in his hair. He wanted to scream and yell and punch things over and over until he felt more physical pain to take away from whatever he was feeling now. The body was strange like that, as though it had a priority system. If one pain is greater than the other, then that is the one you feel. He would have to cause himself significant injuries in order to physically overcome this.

“Nothing makes sense.” He muttered to his knees, before slamming his head backwards into the trunk.

“All these years…” Another slam caused white dots to appear in front of his eyes. He blinked them away. Questions spun around his mind into an intricate web. He could feel it building into a crescendo


Simultaneously, Harry slammed his fists into the ground and his head back one last time into the tree. That had done it.

The pain shot through him like a bolt, his head feeling as though it had split down the back. He heard his knuckles crack as they met the ground. The hurt, anger and betrayal had been momentarily silenced as his body felt the physical pain coursing through him.

Harry raised a hand to the back of his head, which was now warm and damp. He brought his hand in front of his face and it was bloody.

“Fuck.” he murmured.

Harry wanted to leave, to flee the scene, never to look back but he knew that was not going to happen. At least not yet. The reality was, that he had questions that he needed answers to. He glanced to his right and he could see the Burrow in his peripheral where he could hear raised voices. Harry scoffed. Whatever they were arguing about, he was sure it was about him. Probably trying to find a way to spin this so that they come out on top, he thought to himself. His head was pounding, a slow and steady throbbing sensation was coming from the back of his head. He could feel a trickle of blood going down his scalp.

Suddenly, something else caught Harry’s eye. It came from the direction of the large tent, which he assumed, belonged to his sister. It started out as a glint in the night, something catching the light from the Burrow windows, until he saw a pair of very distinctive, cat eyes. Harry’s first thought was that it must have been Crookshanks but then the cat stepped forward slowly and as he came into the patch of light streaming out on to the grass, he realised it was not a cat he knew.

The big ginger creature slowly approached and then stopped a metre away from him, fixing its big green eyes on him curiously.

“What?” asked Harry, feeling slightly silly at having a conversation with a cat.

The cat meowed at him.  

“What do you want?” he asked, slightly exasperated, holding out his hand to the cat.

Another meow but the cat remained still.   

“Ugh okay. Fine. Well if you’ll excuse me…” Harry said, groaning as used his arm to push himself up from the floor into a standing position. “I have-”

Harry stopped mid-sentence to steady himself. His head was not responding well to sudden movement. He leant back against the tree trunk and scrunched his eyes shut, holding onto his head, waiting for the pounding to subside. He took a couple of deep breaths as he was starting to feel nauseous. Finally, the pounding reduced back to a dull throbbing. Harry looked at the cat.

“I have to get some answers.” he finished. He glanced over to the Burrow, ignoring the pain in eyes that felt somewhat connected to the back of his head. He had been gone long enough to get some air but not too long that he could not come back from this. Though what did it really matter. He was the one who had been devastated, so he had the right to change his mind as he so pleased. Harry pushed himself off the tree, slapping a hand against the coarse trunk to stop himself falling backwards. He took a couple of tentative steps forward, berating himself for not choosing another body part to attack, before finally feeling confident enough to make the short walk back to the kitchen.

I have to know the truth, he thought to himself.



Go to hell… all of you.

Harry’s parting words hung in the air. No one spoke for a while, letting the cutting words sink in.

Lottie sat still, staring down at her hands on her lap. She could feel the emotion pulsating in the air around her. Shock met with unequivocal sadness and guilt. Meanwhile, in the back of her mind, she could feel her demons stirring, wanting to take over. She was fighting the urge to cry. It had not gone even remotely to plan. It would appear as though the last eight years had been for nothing. Harry wanted nothing to do with her.

She looked up from her hands and glanced around the room. Harry’s friends looked heartbroken, worried that their friend would never forgive them. Ron had his arm around Hermione, who was silently crying. Ginny was staring straight ahead, at nothing in particular, but there was no light behind her eyes. Fred and George were both leant forward, staring down at their crossed arms on the table. Everyone else fell somewhere in between.

Lottie looked at Sirius, who had his head in his hands and had gripped his fists into his hair. He looked defeated. She turned her head and her eyes met Remus’. He looked as she felt. His eyes were red, but his face was pale. Like her, he had been expecting more from the interaction and he too, had lost hope.

Lottie could not bear it a second longer. The overwhelming realisation that after everything she had been through, every fight, every battle had all boiled down to this, was just not worth thinking about.

“I should go, I’ve imposed long enough.” She said quietly, standing up.  

The room came to life. Everyone around the table bustled, staring at her.

“No dear, you should stay.” Came Mrs Weasley’s trembling voice. Her eyes were wet with sadness. Arthur nodded beside her.

“Well I would quite like to ‘ear ze tale of ‘ow you came to be at our door.” said Fleur, piping up, “eef, you are who you say you are, zen eet is quite curious, non?”


Some people around the table had nodded. The rest just looked at Fleur, incredulous at her lack of subtlety.

“Well,” began Lottie, choosing her words carefully, “Respectfully, I didn’t come here to discuss this with anyone other than Harry. I do not intend to deviate from that.”

All of a sudden, she felt a sharp pain at the back of her head. She sucked in air and her hand flew up to the area. She rubbed it quickly.

“What’s the matter dear?” asked Mrs Weasley, looking concerned.

“Lottie?” asked Remus, frowning from the table, “Are you alright?”

Lottie frowned, confused. “Yeah… it’s nothing.”

“Harry doesn’t want to know.” Blurted out Tonks, ignoring Lottie’s sudden head pain and letting curiosity get the better of her “But we do.”

“I know,” said Lottie sadly, looking down at her feet, still rubbing her head. She took a deep breath and looked at her empty wine glass on the table. Reaching for it, she picked it up. Her hand shook. The extreme level of tiredness mixed with the roller coaster of emotions was starting to catch up with her. Something that did not go unnoticed. She could feel Remus watching her.

“Mrs Weasley, Mr Weasley” she said, holding her glass with two hands, close to her chest and walking towards the kitchen sink “Thank you for the wine and for letting me stay in your garden.”

Lottie placed the glass in the sink and then looked at them both. “I really appreciate it.” She added, giving them a weak smile.

“But Lottie-” started Mrs Weasley. Lottie shook her head, silencing her.

“It was nice meeting you all.” she said to the room, before looking out of the window. She could not see her brother, but knew he was there. “Take care of him.” she whispered.

“No.” Remus said abruptly, standing up. “No, I’m not having it.”

Lottie looked at him. “Not having what?” she asked him.

“You, making the decisions. I am your godfather. You are not leaving.” He said seriously.

“Remus, you can’t make that decision.” Lottie sighed. “I’m leaving.”

“No, you’re not. You’re staying and we are going to figure this out.” He said turning to his friend, “Together…Right Sirius?”

Sirius sighed and ran his hands through his hair before looking up at Remus and then over to Lottie. He lent his elbows on the table and rested his chin in his hands. He watched her carefully for a moment.

“Absolutely,” agreed Sirius, “Lottie, you’re not leaving.” Sirius was not sure how exactly they were all going to get through this, but he knew one thing and that was that they were not going to be separated again.

Lottie, who was now starting to feel frustrated, frowned. She just wanted to go to her tent, cry and then sleep for a few days. “Well I honestly don’t think either of you get a say in this. I’m leaving and-”

“I LOST YOU ONCE,” Remus bellowed, making everyone in the room visibly jump. Lottie was incredibly glad she had not been holding the wine glass at the time. “I AM NOT LOSING YOU AGAIN!”

Lottie could feel herself starting to tremble, whether it was from fear, adrenaline or shock, she did not know. She did, however, get the distinct feeling that this was the first time that Remus had raised his voice in front of everyone in the room. Remus closed the gap between them, taking her by the arms. His grip was tight but not painful.

“I cannot lose you.” He said to her, shaking her slightly as he said it. Lottie looked at him, her eyes wide. For the third time that evening, she felt sorry for the man in front of her. The anguish he felt was clear in every line on his face. “Do you understand? I will not go through it again.”

Lottie could feel the emotion rising in her throat, so simply nodded. It had been a very long time since she had felt wanted. One of her demons growled in the back of her head.

“You’ll stay?” he asked her quietly. Lottie nodded again, unable to speak. She was trying desperately to hold it together, but the demons in her mind had begun a silent fight amongst themselves, begging for her undivided attention.

Remus nodded, not yet letting Lottie’s arms go. He could feel her stiffen; she was trying to be brave. He wanted desperately to pull her into his arms and hold her until she felt better, like he used to when she was little. His mind wandered and he remembered a time when it was much simpler. Lottie was three at the time and had fallen in the garden. He remembered the unmistakable sound of something hitting the ground followed by complete silence. He had been standing in the Potter’s kitchen at the time, helping to prepare lunch, when he shared a look with James and Lily, they were all bracing themselves for what came next. He remembered almost hearing the deep, rattling, intake of breath, followed by a wail. Lottie had wandered back into the kitchen, distraught, looking around for him and then holding her arms up when she found him. She was not hurt, there was not a single scratch on her little arms or legs, but Remus obliged. He remembered Lily saying something like “You spoil her Remus; she will never learn.” But he could not help it. He scooped her up and held her, stroking her hair until she finally settled down. He had to eat and drink one handed that day because she had refused to move until she had finally fallen asleep for her mid-afternoon nap. Remus looked down at her sadly and loosened his grip before finally letting go. These were not simple times.

Lottie was furiously blinking back her tears. She took a deep breath, refusing to break down in front of so many people. She steadied herself as Remus let her go. She had seen snippets of what was playing on Remus’ mind and it nearly broke her. She had forgotten about that time she had fallen. All these years she had been so wrapped up in her own anger and determination for the truth, that she had forgotten that the man in front of her was someone she once treasured, along with Sirius. Even after finding out the truth a year ago, she had still found it hard to understand that he and Sirius had not just abandoned her like she once so strongly believed.

Just as she was about to open her mouth to say something, the kitchen door clicked and swung open startling everyone in the room. Remus, Sirius and Lottie all whipped their heads around to see Harry standing in doorway and staring directly at Lottie.

“I want to know everything.” He said bluntly, his voice echoing throughout the kitchen.

Lottie blinked and brushed away a few stray tears that had betrayed her and fallen down her cheeks. She sniffed and nodded, ignoring the staring eyes that were burning into her. She briefly looked up at Remus and gave him what she thought was a weak smile but was more of a grimace. She walked slowly past him and Sirius towards Harry, until they were face to face. It was the closest she had been to him since that night, almost sixteen years ago.

She finally got a proper look at him and her breath caught in her throat. He looked so much like their father, but his eyes were absolutely and undeniably their mothers. She tore her eyes away and looked out through the open door at her tent. She held out her arm and just like that, a thin wooden box came flying towards her. She caught it and looked down at it. It was a beautiful, large square box, with intricate carvings of flowers and leaves all over the top. It had two gold hinges and a gold keyhole that glinted in the kitchen light. Harry was staring at the box curiously.

 “You’ll see.” She said softly. Harry’s eyes locked with hers, expectantly. She gave him a half smile before shifting the box into one hand, so she was able to close the kitchen door with the other. She pulled the door halfway but stopped as she noticed a ginger tail whip around the tent door. Oscar had clearly just slipped back into the tent. She tutted and shook her head lightly.

“Is that your cat?” Harry asked her, noticing her gaze and unable to stop himself from asking. He had been trying to stick with his stony expressions.  

Lottie nodded and shut the door. Turning to him, she gave him another half smile. “Mm, Oscar.” she confirmed, “Though technically…”

“Technically what?” Harry asked.

“Well technically, he’s your cat too.”