Chapter 12 : Branches and Bridges
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“Harry, we need to go to Gryffindor’s Quarters. I have to show you something.”
Harry noticed the urgency in her voice; it wasn’t an urgent bound by time, it was an urgency that screamed discovery, like she had figured out something that would change the world. She had.
Harry followed her quick steps to the back of the library until they reached the tapestries. Hermione peeled back the Gryffindor tapestry to see that the plaque was still gone.
“Oh yeah,” Harry explained. “I came here a little while ago and saw that the plaque was missing...must’ve been removed when they rebuilt the place. I think some people didn’t really want anyone to find it. But anyway, we can still get in.”
They Apparated sharply and quietly to keep away attention, and then reappeared seconds later in the middle of the room.
“I guess it’s almost better now; hardly anyone would think to Apparate in here.” Hermione stated. Harry cleared his throat. “Except for you, of course.” She added quickly. He smiled.
They sat across from each other on the couches and Hermione spread her scroll across the coffee table between the two. She placed a heavy volume on each curling corner of the parchment to keep it in place, and pulled another book out of her bag. She silently flipped to a place within the text and took out her quill.
Harry eyed the parchment quizzically. “What’s going on?” He asked, clearly befuddled.
Hermione took a deep breath. “Harry, I’ve noticed something recently. You and Professor Argilla have numerous similarities. You talk the same, act the same, and look the same-”
“What are you saying? There’s some strange connection between us? It’s just coincidence.”
“No, Harry, it’s not.”
“If I was related to someone Hermione, wouldn’t you think I’d know about it?” he questioned briskly.
“You wouldn’t know, Harry. You’re not like everyone else; there are so many things that people have hidden from you, anything could be true.” Hermione added impatiently.
“I just hate that I have to find everything out for myself.” Harry mumbled. Hermione waved off his statement.
“Look, I’ve spent the last couple weeks tracing family lineage.” She poised the tip of her quill at the top of the unrolled parchment and began drawing intricate lines as she talked. “These,” She drew a horizontal line between two names. “These are your two grandparents on your mother’s side.” She drew two vertical lines descending from them. “This is your mother, and this is your aunt.” She wrote their names in her neat cursive and set her quill down.
“I don’t see where this is going.” Harry sighed.
“You will.” Hermione pulled the open text towards her. She scanned a couple pages until her eyes rested on a thin paragraph. She motioned for Harry to read it.
“It is a known fact that the first magical descendents of Muggle heritage tend to be born in pairs. Most recently, however, this fact has been proven wrong through many singular magical births within Muggle families. This conjecture reached its highest truth between 1930 and 1970, where there was the highest amount of magical twins born to non-magical families.”
“I want you to think about that, Harry. Think about how true this seems; how many similarities you can see. Think about the probability of the situation, and also, think about how often I am right.” Hermione added an extra line branching down next to Lily’s. But she didn’t write any names, she just simply left it blank. She gave a small smile to Harry, who was staring with great intent at the carved wooden legs of the coffee table.
“I’ll see you in a few minutes at lunch, Harry?” she asked.
Harry didn’t look away from the coffee table, but Hermione knew that the thin, knowing smirk on his face was directed at her.
Hermione just laughed; this wasn’t a humourous situation, really, but it was absurd. It wasn’t expected and was hardly believable, but in some ways, it was the only evidence they had to believe. She scooped up her quill, books and bag, leaving the scroll on the table for Harry.
As she Apparated out of the room, she left Harry sitting on the couch, swimming in dreams and hopes and wonders, and trying to find the one thing that would make everything go wrong. Something always spoiled anything good that ever happened to Harry, it seemed. But even Hermione’s hopes were high.
She couldn’t blame Harry for being bewildered. If she finds it difficult to comprehend, how could it be any easier for Harry to understand it?
Harry managed to react a little too late; his confused laugh simply echoed through the room after Hermione had gone. But really, the little chuckle wasn’t aimed at Hermione or Ron or whoever. It was really aimed at himself, because who else was there to laugh at than the famed Harry Potter?
Hermione was a few corridors away from the library when she heard quick footsteps behind her. She turned to see Harry jogging to catch up with her, raven hair askew.
“So you’re saying that he’s my uncle then?” concluded the breathless Harry.
“That’s exactly what I’m saying.” Hermione nodded.
“But why...why....why did no one tell me?” Harry broke off, filling the air with his laboured breathing.
“It’s not just you they haven’t told, Harry. From what I gather, hardly anyone knows. I assume that Dumbledore, possible McGonagall and the original members of the Order know, but that’s pretty much it. I know you’re surprised, I am too, but-”
“Hermione, there are no buts! I have a relative who’s not completely evil, or...or mad! I could have had a fairly regular upbringing! I could’ve...I could’ve...” Harry trailed off, letting his heavy breaths fill the silence.
Harry and Hermione walked in silence before catching up with Ron, who was just entering the Great Hall. As Ron studied the family tree, Harry paced back and forth.
“It’s not that difficult to understand, Ron! We believe that Harry’s mother had a twin.”
“But it’s impossible.” Ron muttered in confusion.
Something clicked in Harry’s head. He knew why he wasn’t sent to live with Professor Argilla. There are so many reasons to not send him to live with Professor Argilla. So many plausible reasons why it seemed...wrong.
“No. No, it’s not. It’s...it’s actually more than possible.” Harry said quietly.
A/N: I'll try not to leave such a long time between updates next time. Thanks so much! Reviews are appreciated.
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