Seeing that her father wasn�t going to start the conversation yet, Lizzy got up and put some water on to boil, on the small stove that sat on the other side of the room.
Harry watched her as she wandered around the kitchen. Elisabeth looked a lot like her grandmother; she had red hair with some streaks of black and blonde at random intervals. She also had the same vibrant green eyes that Harry and Lily both had. But she also had some parts of her that were like her other father. She had always been slightly chubby and clumsy, plus her blonde streaks played tribute to him as well.
Harry had though that he would hate his ex-boyfriend, for what he did to Harry and Lizzy. He had abandoned them when Harry needed him most, when he had been scared and confused. He had hoped for support and it had been shoved back in his face. But he still loved the man who had hurt him and he hoped that maybe they would meet again, although he wouldn�t know what to say.
But through all the terrible things that had happened to him, he had come out with a beautiful daughter who helped him though the tough times and encouraged him to do his best.
He knew that he was very lucky to have a daughter who put up with him so well. Over the years he had tried numerous times to get a different job. One that didn�t include selling himself to the sick weirdos of London, but he didn�t really have much of a resume, did he?
�A 27 year old with apparently no schooling past primary school, had never worked before, (he wasn�t going to tell anyone that he was a whore) and he was a single parent.�
He had managed to get a small handful jobs but both times he was earning the same as he did as a whore, if not less and after a while his employers always found out what his previous line of work was, either from people who had been to the brothel or from the whorehouse owner blabbing just to be spiteful and force him back.
She made herself a weak tea and a coffee for Harry, and then joined him back on the mat that served as their bed.
�So, what did you want to talk about?� She asked after a moment.
He stared at his drink but knew that he needed to tell his daughter everything.
�All through your life I�ve been telling you that there are things that I�d tell you when you were older, the strange things that happen around you, about you mother, stuff like that.�
�Yeah,� Lizzy agreed cautiously.
�Well I think you old enough now, but I don�t know how to say this so I�ll start at the beginning, when my parents died. Please don�t interrupt me or I might not be able to finish.�
Harry when through the earlier parts of his life, explaining about the Dursley�s, his cupboard, the strange thing that happened around him, the lies he was told.
�But when it got close to my eleventh birthday, everything changed. I started getting letters. They had the exact address of where a lived, right down to where I slept. My uncle confiscated them every time I got one and both he and my aunt got really worked up about it. They covered every crack in the house, the mail box, everywhere. But they kept appearing.� Harry gave a small half hearted laugh, �Some even came inside the eggs, I mean literally inside the egg shells.� He smiled slightly at the memory of his aunt�s face when she had found them.
Lizzy waited patiently for her father to continue, as he had requested.
�Uncle Vernon got so stressed that he took us to a small hut on a rock off the coast. But it didn�t help. That night was my birthday and on the stroke of midnight, this man appeared at the door, he was huge, his name was Hagrid.� He gave a true smile at the memory of his friend, he hadn�t had a chance to say goodbye to his friend, his first friend.
�He told me, that my parents had been wizards. That I was a wizard.� Harry paused there to gauge her reaction.
�Dad,� she said after a moment, �Are you drunk?�
Harry laughed, �That�s what I thought when Hagrid told me. I thought he was mad, but my Uncle and Aunt when psycho. They hated magic, that�s why they hated me.�
�So if you�re a wizard why don�t you just magic our lives better?�
�Just let me explain. OK?�
She nodded and he continued.
Harry explained about Diagon Alley, the truth about his parents and Voldemort. He then when through explaining all his years at Hogwarts, The Philosophers stone, the Chamber of Secrets, Sirius Black, the Tri-wizard Tournament, the Department of Mystery and his defeat of Voldemort.
�So you were the saviour of all these people, of the entire world. Why aren�t people worshiping the ground you walk on?� she asked confused.
�You see there was the problem. I had saved them, they didn�t need me anymore. If Voldemort was still around things may have been different. But mainly what is to blame is the education system. People who didn�t grow up in the Wizarding world aren�t taught about the world they are entering. They have to work it out for themselves.� Harry paused again and Lizzy, sensing his discomfited moved into his lap and let him wrap his arms around her, as he did whenever one of them was upset.
�I worked out in my 6th year that I wasn�t attracted to women, and I found love with a boy in my year. We were happy together for a year and a half. But then things changed. During Christmas I went to the Weasley�s house, it was to me my first real Christmas, with people I loved. But a few days before hand I started feeling ill. I started to throw up each morning and I felt tired all the time.
�I convince Mr Weasley to take me to St Mungo�s Hospital and I was told that I was Pregnant.� He stoped to let this information sink in.
�Pregnant?! But your Male, how is that possible?�
�That�s what I said. But it was true. I was told that I could either get an abortion or get married. It is illegal to have children out of wedlock in the wizarding world. So I went to my boyfriend and I told him� I expected him to support me and� well to marry me.� Harry shook his head sadly, �He gave he 10 Gallons and told me to get an abortion.� Silent tears rolled down Harry�s cheeks.
�I left and returned to the Weasley�s house� I locked myself in Ron�s room and stayed there for two days, till the Weasley�s called the Headmaster, Dumbledore. He told me that I had two choices, to get an abortion or to leave the wizarding world. So I left. I went to Gringotts to get some money but the ministry had closed my account. So I was left to wander the streets of London. I had to hide most of the time, as it became more obvious that I was pregnant. When I went into Labour the ministry found me and they forced me into the hospital. They took you away as soon as you were born, I didn�t even get to see you.�
Lizzy stayed silent listening to her father and was still except to reach up occasionally to wipe away Harry�s tears.
CONTINUE TO PART 3