Harry Potter One Shots [x Reader]

Title: Fade to Dust

Pairing: James Potter x sister!reader, Sirius Black x potter!reader, Remus Lupin x potter!reader

Summary: Some things are worth dying for - no one knew this more than the Potter family.

Word Count: 4.8k

The dark and dusty kitchen of Grimmauld Place felt much smaller than it was from being packed to the brim with members from the order. The members of the Order of the Phoenix took up much of the table. Among them, there were the remnants of the first war along with some new members. The members that were these remnants of the first Wizarding War floated like the dust that lingered in the kitchen. The dust in Grimmauld Place I've been there since the first war, which only took place 14 years ago. The dots that covered the kitchen had laid there for over a decade; it was simply waiting to be cleaned by the new. That is exactly what the old members of the Phoenix - remnants of the past. the past is important - crucial, really, for those who acknowledge the mistakes of history are often gifted not to repeat them.

Then at this old wooden table that creaks with every movement, some were the children of the war. They barely graced the earth before the war had struck and taken things from them that they were too young to remember. Memory can be a fickle thing - easily forgotten it may be - and the war was cruel. It took things from you that you never got to remember. No one knew what was worse, losing the people you were never able to know or having to go through life losing the people that you knew. And yet, even though most people at this table had either lost or never known the people that love them, every single person understood why they were sitting there - pain.

There sat young Harry Potter with an aggrieved expression on his face and his eyes alight with passion. He wanted answers after a long summer after Voldemort's return. "Why can't I know?" Harry said upset with his eyebrows drawn together. "I saw him come back. If I can face Voldemort why can't I know whatever you're hiding from me?" He spat frustratedly at everyone at the table, but mostly his Godfather, Sirius Black.

The tension in the air lingered as did the dust that could be seen with the bare eye. Sirius pursed his lips with an apprehensive look to Remus who sat beside him. They knew that Harry wanted to know things - to be kept in the loop - but they also knew that some things were difficult to know and perhaps not burdening him with certain knowledge would be doing him a favor.

Remus looked at Harry with a heavy look and said gently, "There are certain things that are better if you don't know."

This only confused Harry further while upsetting him - the idea of people deciding what was best for him a thought he despised. "That's for me to decide." He said at once with certainty. "I should be the person to decide what I can and cannot know." He said firmly.

As Remus and Sirius looked at Harry and saw the determination and stubbornness, they were reminded of two people that they knew well and people that were long gone. Sirius looked at Harry as he wondered what he should do and what he should say. He spared a glance at Mad-Eye Moody who sent him a pointed look and in affirmation told him what he had to do. Harry had to know the truth, no matter how burdensome it is. "I received a letter from someone this summer," Sirius said cautiously as he looked at Harry. "Someone who, I'm afraid, has been dead for fifteen years now. She sent it to me and I only received it now that I am out of Azkaban." Sirius laid down a folded piece of parchment that had yellowed from age. The cursive was clear as it had been written along with the date at the top reading on October 31, 1981.

The anger from Harry's face seemed to creep away little by little. The thought of him having an aunt - a dead one, yes, but an aunt nonetheless. An aunt who might have loved him, unlike the aunt he did have. And then the sadness crept in with the cruel reminder that he lost another person because of Voldemort. His eyes finally rose from the grain of the table and he looked instinctively towards Sirius. "I had an aunt?" He asked in a calmer voice than he had had before.