After all the lies I mae you believe -- Summer 1975 (DONE)

My eyes widened.  "How do you know?" I asked.  "Mum and Dad finally told you?"  I really wondered when they would get around to telling her.  But I thought that they would do it in a manner that she would not want to kill me... o rwhere she would be so upset.  I expected some anger or something, but nothing like this.

I scoffed at the denseness of my brother.  "No... Tobi overheard them debating if they should tell me or not," I said, crossing my arms.  "But you knew?@  You knew and you decided not to tell me.  I thought I could always trust you, James."  I wanted to run away and hide, but I just stood there staring at James.  He almost did nto feel like my brother anymore.  I hated that they kept it a secret.  If they would have all been honest with me, then it would not be so bad.

I have never felt this horrible towards my sister ever before.  I wrapped my arms around her tightly, not letting her squirm away from me.  "Em... I am so sorry.  But it doesn' tmatter to me," I said softly.  She was still my baby sister.  I kissed hte top of her head before she pulled away from me.

Of course James would not think anything of this.  "But it matters to me!" I shouted, pulling away from him.  I lowered my voice and looked down.  "James... I'm not really a Potter.  My parents didn't want me.  What if they're horrible people and I get to acting like them along the road somewhere?  Diseases... everything.  I was unwanted... am unwanted.  And now... everyone is lying to me."  I hated how things were falling apart around me.  In a amtter of seconds, my reality was shattered and broken.

I was out on the dock with the other guys.  We heard Ember's dulcit tones and we all got a little worried.  I glanced over at Remus and he looked concerned.  It sucked that he could not openly go comfort his girlfriend.  "He better watch it... she's pissed," I said softly.

I ran a hand through my damp hair, it staying more messy than ever.  How could I be so utterly thoughtless about her?  I put a hand on her shoulder.  "Ember Tabatha Potter," I said ever so gently.  "The answer is in your name.  You are a Potter.  You are part of this family -- mum and dad gave you mum's name like they gave me dad's.  I want you in my life as my little sister -- I need you, too.  I love you with all my heart, Ember."  I looked at her and could see a smile playing at her lips.

I hated how easily James could win me over.  I looked up at him and felt myself feel better already.  "James... I highly doubt you need me," I said lamely.  I felt tears coming to my eyes again.  "Don't ever lie to me again, though.  Even if it might hurt me... don't lie.  Please.  I trust you more than anyone and I don't want that to ever change," I said to him, looking into his eyes.

I hugged my sister tightly.  "I promise.  I will always be here for you.  And I won't do anything to compromise that," I assure dher.  I pulled away and looked at my sister.  "You need to talk to MUm and Dad about this."  I knew she did not want to, but she had to.

I sighed and nodded.  I looked out and saw the rest of the gang watching us.  "Well... will you let Tobi know I had to talk to Mum," I said, walking back towards our house.

I nodded and watched her leave.  I returned to the dock and explained that Ember was upset.  I did not mention the whole adoption.  It was not my place to share all of this with the guys.  I passed along the apology to Tobi and we all started to get back on with our afternoon.  I could not help but continue to worry about my sister.

I made my way back home and saw Mum up front pruning her roses.  I smiled at her slightly when she greeted me.  "Mum... why did you and Dad not tell me I was adopted?" I questioned quietly.  I picked at my dress hwen I spoke.  I felt horrible with teh way I put such shock and concern on Mum's face.

I shook my head.  "Don't lie.  I know it's true.  Were you ever going to ttell me?" I inquired.  I walked over and sat down on the step as I looked at my mother.  I really was glad that James calmed me down before speaking to Mum.

I wanted to believe her.  "Why did you have to adopt me?" I asked, feeling a little sad about what I was thinking.  But I wanted to know everything I could about this.  Was I a second choice for my parents?