Love Letters to You

When Harry learns of the name of his parents' murderer, the one who sold them to You-Know-Who, Ron already knows that things will end up badly. 

It does not take a chess master to know. 

Sirius Black sold out the Potter family to the Dark Lord and has escaped to either avenge his lord or reunite with his daughter. 

His daughter who lives with suspected Death Eaters, his daughter who is Slytherin's Princess. 

And we all know that whatever comes from that house cannot be good. 

Sirius Black's daughter. 

Elara Black. 

James Potter's goddaughter like Harry had been Black's.  

Elara Black still has family while Harry was orphaned, sent to relatives that do not treat him as well as they should, as shown during Ron's travel with the Angelica at 4 Privet Drive. 

Ron knows what Harry is thinking. 

It's not fair. 

"Harry! Harry, listen-" Hermione calls out urgently, reaching to grasp at Harry's arm. But Ron's best mate doesn't listen, only continues on his war path, steps heavy with anger and a snarl on his lips. 

"Harry!" 

The Gryffindor turns around. He looks angry. Angry, betrayed and impossibly sad. 

"What?!" 

Hermione fidgets with the end of her Gryffindor scarf. Ron stays by her side, hands tucked in his pockets, in solidarity face to Harry's fury. "Where are you going?" 

"To see the hag." Harry spits out.

And by hag, they all know he means Elara Black, though that insult doesn't suit the Slytherin at all. 

Ron cannot stop the small laugh that escapes him even as Hermione's elbow digs into his stomach sharply. His best mate glares at him and Ron lifts his hands innocently. "You're the one that said she's pretty, mate."

"Too bad her beauty doesn't match her rotting heart." Harry bites out. 

Hermione bites her lip. She's hesitant when she says "Black is innocent, Harry. You can't be mad at her for something her father did." Ron knows that the third of their trio won't listen. Harry has a strong sense of justice, and there has been a lot of injustice commited in the last Blood war. 

Harry scowls and turns their back at them, continuing his march towards the castle as Ron and Hermione hurriedly follow. "Innocent, ha. No, she has to answer for what her father did, she-"

"Harry," Hermione interrupts, righteousness in her voice. "She was a baby when it happened. She hadn't seen him since. You saw how overprotective Malfoy became once news got out."   

"No, you don't get it, Hermione. Black- she" Harry takes a deep breath, throwing them a glance back. "She came to me during the First Year to give her condolences for my parents' death. She said that I should know that because all Purebloods are related, I still have some family as distant as they are. That she can be family."

And the wind is knocked out of Ron's chest. He knows that Purebloods can be vicious, cruel even in their dealings. It is the way of their world. 

But Elara Black had seemed better than those kinds of people. 

Elara Black seemed to care more. 

"Oh, Harry," Hermione breathes. 

"So no, Hermione," Harry grits out. "Black's not innocent. She must have known and she came to me, saying sorry WHILE HER FATHER MURDERED MY FAMILY. HE WAS THEIR FRIEND, AND HE KILLED THEM. HE KILLED MY FAMILY."

And the two thirds of the Golden Trio knew that there's nothing more to do. 

Ron would like to point out it is a bad idea to practically assault Slytherin's darling in the hallway even if she is by miracle alone. Harry, having caught sight of her, surges forward, pressing her to the wall and looming over her with his newly gained height. The tip of his wand is pressed to her black and green robes. 

"Potter," she greets warily. Black then glances to them. "You really are the perfect Gryffindor. Attacking a lady with a group." 

Harry snarls. "Shut up," he hisses. Ron warily glances around, making sure that no one could walk in on this situation.

Because nothing good could happen if one misunderstands or understands the situation. There can be different kind of people that walk in. For exemple:

a) they were Black and Potter shippers which would make Harry blow up in anger 

2) they were Purebloods that will not stand watching Elara Black, Pureblood Royalty, be so close to a Half-blood especially if that Half blood is threatening her. 

Black snarls right back at Harry. See? Cats and dogs. 

"I'll shut up when you back up," she says and Ron catches sight of Black's wand pressed into Harry's side. He marches closer to take it away, but Harry sends him a glare to roots him to place. 

Harry ignores Black's threat. "You know, I thought you were pretty decent for a Slytherin. Polite and all. But-" 

"Why, thank you, Potter." Black interrupts like the suicidal girl she must be. Can't she see that Harry is on the verge of cracking? "You sure know how to make a witch blush." 

Harry redden. 

"Shut up," he scowls. "Shut up or I'll shut you up."

Black brings her face closer to Harry's, eyes not leaving his. In fact, they look like they are in their own little world, too lost in each others's eyes. She tilts her head, breaking their trance. "Kinky," she breathes, and Ron really has to stiffle a laugh at that. 

"Black." 

It is a warning. 

Black must sense it too because she retreats, muttering a "sorry" and a "carry on". 

Harry shakes his head as if to recenter himself. "You're just like your father." He snarls. "A liar and a traitor, I don't even know how people can stand you. How dare you-"

Black pushes back, waving a hand and Harry is sent a few steps away. Gone is her calm, gone is her mischief and born in arrogance. She is only fury and wrath and Ron understands why they say to never push a Black witch to anger. 

"I" light sparks around her like a firework of magic and anger, punctuating her words. "am NOTHING like that man!"

"Oh, yeah?" Harry yells right back. "Then, why did you lie? Why did you pretend to be sorry for what your father did, when he did it for your Dark Lord?! Why did you LIE."

"I wasn't lying! I am sorry! I'm sorry you lost your parents because of that man, you didn't deserve it and neither did your parents!"
"You're still lying! Your father-"

"HE IS NOT MY FATHER." 

Her scream, raw and desperate, shuts Harry up. It is unlike Elara Black to yell like that, to have eyes that look almost as if they were wet. 

"He's your father." Harry says almost as if he was asking a question. 

Elara Black sneers. "He is not. A sperm donor but nothing more." 

It is Ron that asks why. And Elara Black, Pureblood Royalty, answers him, a Bloodtraitor. 

"Sirius Black is a disgrace. He betrayed our Family, our House for the Potters. And then, he betrayed the Potters for the Dark Lord. House of Black rejects all things related to that scum. He is dead to me, since the day he chose to turn his back on my mother. He deserves to die." 

"That we can agree on," Harry says softly. His anger has quieten, turned almost sorrowful as he gazes at Elara Black like he can relate to something. 

"Quite," Black responds briskly. "Now, if that is all, I am going back to my common room. Good evening, Weasly. Granger." 

She turns around, her black silk robes following her elegant movement. "Oh and Potter," she turns to glance at Harry who is still staring at her. "The next time you use your height to try and intimidate me, I'm hexing your knee caps off." 

"If you say so, Black." Harry dismisses her threat. 

When the Slytherin disppears, Harry turns around too. 

"I'm totally doing it again," he says. 

And, all right, maybe Ron can see why the bet is still ongoing. Perhaps. 

And so, he cannot help his next quip.

"That almost sounds like you want to flirt with her." 

Harry makes a surprised face. "Flirt?" he asks. "I'm annoying the daylight out of her." 

Which is practically the same thing according to Charlie. 

Hermione sighs, shaking her head as curls tumble around in a disarray mop of chocolate. "Boys."