Conquering Betrayal

Conquering Betrayal

Chapter 2

Harry Potter, ten years later, lived in one of those small cottage homes in southern France, which every couple fancied settling down in. The large 5-bedroom home was built from walls of a soft cream brick, wide windows fitted perfectly into the wall and a massive door welcomed strangers and friends into the home. The yard was a thick lushish forest of clean-cut grass, and a landscape of wild, bright flowers and tall trees that shadowed the land. Hidden under the thick branches of an ancient willow, stood the old stone birdbath, that on the loveliest days drew flocks of birds. Surrounding the yard was a white picket fence that was quite easy to climb over, and didn't stop the Potter's dog from venturing out of the yard. The backyard was quite the same as the front, an old rickety swing hung from a branch that was thick and sturdy, looking warn and weathered from many years of use. A doghouse was tucked underneath that porch and a newly installed pool sparkled in the sunlight. Inside the house, different from the outside, rooms were decorated with a Victorian air, deep reds and mahogany woods were found in each room of the house, and thick gold curtains lined wide windows. A long table, surrounded by large throne style chairs took up more then three quarters of the dining room. Throughout the house placed at every free space and corner where framed photos of Mr Potter and his daughter throughout her various stages of life, and in the corner of Mr Potter's study, on top of the stone fireplace that always blazed with a warm fire was a picture of a man with long black hair and eyes of liquid silver, carefully hidden behind an ornament.
"Amanthya!" A deep voice called, from the dining room, where he had just laid down two plates of steamy pancakes and a jug of fresh orange juice. Footsteps where heard thundering down the stairs and a second late, a little girl with long black hair, bright green eyes and a stuffed bear under one arm rounded the corner at such a speed that she almost slide into her father.
"Baby what have I told you about running around the house" her father reprimanded, but couldn't keep the soft smile of his face.
As Amanthya sat in her chair, she smiled up at her daddy "Not to, but I was hungry"
Harry poured his daughter some juice " That's no reason, one of these days you are going to hurt yourself!"
Amanthya rolled her eyes
"Don't roll your eyes" Harry order
"Yes, Daddy" She replied sweetly.


Harry placed the dishes into the dishwasher, and was just about to go into his study, when a brown owl flew through the window, carrying what appeared to be the morning issue of the Daily Prophet. Harry dished a few knuts out of the kitchen jar and put them into the owls small pouch. The bird flew back out the window and Harry tossed the paper on the corner table without opening it. Harry walked out of the kitchen and stopped at the bottom of the stairs, when he heard a shrill screech. Harry confused to why there was another owl slowly walked back into kitchen and saw two owls, one was a mousy brown, that reminded Harry faintly of the Hogwarts owls, and the other was a sleek white owl, that stood dignified next to the kettle. Harry took the letters from the owls, the first one took off in a flutter, but the white one didn't look like it was budging anytime soon. Harry sent it a look and it stared back. Harry sighed and filled a dish with water and set it beside the bird. Harry looked at one letter and a shock coursed through his veins. Green ink was scrawled in perfect elegant letters across the envelope. Harry turned the letter over to be greeted with the sight of the Hogwarts seal. Harry sighed, he should have known, with two magical parents that his daughter would be welcomed into Hogwarts, truthfully he had hoped that the England schools would look past the wizarding families that residing in France. Harry opened the letter and read the contents, which was the exact same replica of the letter he had received. Harry opened the book list and an extra small piece of parchment fluttered to the ground. Harry picked the letter up and read the words.


It is a relief to know that you are still alive. It's been a long time Harry we have all missed you. I will tell no one.
Albus Dumbledore


A rush of relief spread through Harry's body. Harry looked at the Hogwarts letters and in a quick flick of his wrist, they vanished. Harry turned to the other letter and opened it quickly.
"Taliesin's Dark Arts Academy?" Harry whispered once identifying the seal. He looked up at the Owl.

Harry placed the letter on the bench. Pride overwhelmed him, glad to know that his daughter took after him. Although he practised magic within the house, and the house contained many magically objects, Amanthya had never shown any sign of magic.
"Amanthya!' Harry called out.
For the second time that morning running footsteps where heard and Amanthya slid into the kitchen to only run into her father.
"Was it only this morning that I told you not to run in the house"
Amanthya had the decency to blush " It sounded urgent" was her excuse
Harry laughed and motioned for her to sit.
Amanthya looked at the owl with curiosity, then to the unopened letter on the counter, to her father, then back to the letter addressed to her. Amanthya reached for the letter and opened it. She pulled out the lone piece of parchment and looked up at her father.
"What is it?" She asked
"Something that might changed your life"
Amanthya pulled out the letter and stared at the piece of parchment.


Amanthya Kaylee Black,

We at Taliesin's Dark Arts Academy, further an invitation for you to attend our recognized School, records show that you are of Wizarding birth and your aura shows great power, which through our teachings can be moulded to its greatest. Unlike other wizarding schools, you will attend Taliesin's for eight years. Subjects for first years are Transfiguration, Potions, Dark Arts, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Herbology, Healing and History Of Magic. School will resume on the 2nd of September. Travel will resume from platform 10 and a half at nine o'clock, London...


"Do you want to go sweetie?"
"So, I am a witch?"
"Well, it looks like it, Taliesin's is a top private school, it rarely sends out letters."
"Won't you be lonely if I go?"
"Sure sweetie, but I can live with it"
Amanthya worried her lip "I do want to go"
Harry smiled and pulled his daughter into a hug "I am so proud of you!, we'll have to go shopping for supplies!"
Amanthya looked back down at the parchment in her hands "The letter says we should reply within 24 hours with the owl provided."


Harry lay on the floor in the study, in a position, which allowed him to view the hidden picture of Sirius Black.
"Oh, Sirius, I wish things would have been different, it would have been so nice for you to be here, together we could have..."
Harry sobbed at the memory of the reason he left, his love. Harry reached out and plucked the picture from its place and held it tightly in his hands.
"She is so much like you, you would be proud I know it...I'm going to tell her about you."
Harry choked back sobs after sobs and salty tears ran down his cheeks.
"She doesn't even know she has another Daddy, I'm sorry I left, I was going to come back but...well I became a coward"
Harry laughed beneath his tears " I didn't know how to face you again, and I wasn't even the one to do anything!"
Harry wiped his face and placed the picture on the fireplace, but not hidden as it once was, but in clear view.
"I forgive you" Harry whispered as he turned away from the photo.


Harry picked up the paper from the table in the kitchen and walked into his study. Harry sat down in 'his' chair and opened the paper. Taking a sip of coffee he scanned the front page, and no sooner then reading the bold headline, spat the coffee back out. Harry blinked and scanned the tittle.
'SIRIUS BLACK: A HEARTBROKEN ATTEMPTED SUCIDE'
Harry placed his coffee down, his eyes never leaving the paper. Harry prepared himself and continued to read.
Last night, Sirius Black, Ex-Lover of now disappeared Harry Potter, attempted suicide in his home. Close friend Remus Lupin found Mr Black lying in a pool of his own blood, both wrists slit. Mr Black was rushed to St Mungo's Hospital, were he is now receiving treatment and therapy. A source, who wishes to remain anonymous reports on the circumstances surrounding the attempted suicide "Sirius has been depressed since Harry left...' He briefly stops here, emotion flashing in his eyes "We thought that Sirius would never.... well never get over it, a couple of months ago he was starting to get better, he seemed...happy, but I guess he wasn't".
Harry Potter for the last ten years. Has remained unplottable, but as I investigated his disappearance just this morning it is known that he still receives the Daily Prophet. Draco Malfoy, who was Harry Potter's Auror Partner, gave us a short interview.

"Mr. Malfoy, what comments will you give us about Mr Blacks attempted suicide"
"That bastard deserves to die after cheating on Harry, while he was pregnant with their child!"
This news has certaintly-opened possibilities. It was never known that Mr Potter was pregnant, which is a highly rare, even in the wizarding world. Maybe this lost child of Mr Black caused.... continued page 4
Harry looked up from the paper, fresh tears pouring down his face "Siri...." He cried


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