Alicia.
I couldn’t just be honest. Mam finally told me the day after they all broke out of Azkaban and even then only because she was scared he would try to contact me. And the first thing that came with it was “You can’t tell anyone.” There was money and a lot of legal stuff involved but even then obviously I didn’t want to suddenly become, you know, that Death Eater’s kid. That’s a whole lot of stigma I didn’t need and it didn’t matter then anyway.
And then even after he did contact me a few months ago it was, you know, still A Secret. It would embarrass the Lestrange family and I know I shouldn’t care about that but like, I couldn’t be the flashpoint of something going wrong for them. Maybe that makes me a coward too but that wouldn’t have been good. I know it wouldn’t have.
And telling you meant telling Angelina meant telling the Twins meant telling Katie and Lee and on and on and on and no matter what everybody says now about being understanding and keeping a secret, not everybody would have. At least some people wouldn’t want anything to do with me. And it would’ve gotten out somehow. Maybe not right away, maybe on accident but it would’ve. I genuinely believe that. And then that would have been my fault.
And everyone is so mad about this secret and almost nobody is bothering to try to understand why. It’s my problem and it’s my life that’s getting fucked up here, not theirs.