"Stop twisting my words, stop putting words in my mouth." She snapped at him, tears running down her cheeks. "And you think I had a lot of people? I had my Mom, that was all, because we had to hide, we had to pretend to be dead, so that we wouldn't be hunted. Not just be the Death eaters, but by the ministry too. We weren't safe from either side. I had to pretend he wasn't my father, I had to stay in France till it was safe to return, to tell our family, my mothers friends that we were alive. Just because I didn't grow up with muggles under the stairs doesn't mean I wasn't isolated or alone." She told him. Her voice surprisingly calm. Not that he would see that she too didn't have a great life, because one thing she had got to know about him, he was selfish, and seemed to be the only one allowed to have a bad life.
"My Dad was framed, I knew my whole life that I wouldn't ever see him. You didn't know he was even your Godfather till your teens Harry. So don't make my grief less than yours, because thats what it fees like you have done. Its all been about your grief, getting people to feel bad for you.... I don't have that, I don't have people to comfort me. You are so lucky you do, but I don't. And all I would appreciate is some comfort from someone he considered family. But you are busy wallowing in your self pity." She breathed.
"I have never blamed you for his death. Ever, and I am not saying you can't grieve. I am saying I want us to be able to comfort one another in OUR loss." She told him.
When he said it was his room, she set her jaw, the anger rising again "This is MY family home Harry. The House of Black. My family. I have sad you could stay, and I will stand by that, but I will not be treated this way in MY family home. Get out of your self pity and self destruction and be a decent human being. realise you are not the only one grieving, that you are not the only one to lose someone you love. You got to spend more time with him than I did, because he wouldn't let me anywhere near the order, or any battle. But sometimes... it would be nice to have a hug, or a reassuring smile from someone who understands my grief." She then said. "I am not saying you are not grieving properly. I am saying we shouldn't grieve alone, or ignore that someone else is grieving." She told him. "But you do not get to come into MY FAMILY home, and treat me as if I am unwelcomed, or make out that you are the only one who lost someone Harry." She told him.
"I never said I knew anything about you, you have assumed, you have twisted my words, and you have made me feel like I have no reason to be here, or to be sad. All I have seen for myself about you is that you are selfish." She said bitterly. "And if you really knew my Dad, you would know that he wouldn't want us like this, so stop treating me like I am the outsider." She added. "You are NOT welcome in any other part of this house until you realise that I have a valid reason to feel hurt. So if I go in any room, you should be the one to leave. Not me." Yes she knew it was unfair to say that, but it hurt that he was ignoring her feelings and making her fathers loss all about him.