"Sweetie, why don't you go up to bed. I'll be up shortly,"
James said.
Lily looked questionably at her husband.
"Okay, goodnight Harry. I love you," Lily said and she kneeled up and kissed his cheek. Harry only mouthed the words back to her and stayed silent.
"Don't keep him up too late James." Lily said smiling and hugged James quick before she disappeared up the stairs.
They sat in silence for so long Harry lost track of time. Finally, Harry looked over at his dad.
"What do you want from me?" Harry whispered.
James hung his head for a moment, as if he were thinking.
"I want to help you, that's all I want is to know you are ok," James said.
Harry flushed with anger, "I am fine. Just leave me alone,"
"I'm sorry buddy, but I don't believe you. Seeing you so upset earlier made me realize you can't handle it on your own. You are hurting Harry and someone has to help you through it or it will drive you nuts," James said.
"I don't want to have this talk with you now," Harry said coldly. Suddenly his sadness was turning into a big blur of anger.
"Ok, then we'll try again tomorrow. You'd better get to sleep then, had a hard day and all," James said and he stood up to stretch.
But Harry only sat there. He was ashamed of himself, he didn't want his dad to know he didn't want to be alone, let alone sleep. Harry was confused and it must of shown on his face.
"Harry? Do you want to go up to bed?" James asked.
"N-No." Harry stuttered and looked to the floor. His hands shaking slightly and his face growing red.
"What's wrong?" James asked.
Harry said nothing at first, hoping James would answer for him. But when James didn't say anything Harry decided it was the last thing he could do.
"I don't want to sleep," He mumbled.
"And... why's that? I thought you said you were fine," James said, being a smart-ass.
Harry shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. James put his hands up on Harry's shoulders and gave Harry a small smile.
"You don't have to hide it from me Harry. I'm your dad! I am the coolest person alive! Just cause I am a old timer doesn't mean I still don't got the heat," James said in his 'hip' 70's voice.
Harry smiled a little and stood up.
"Where're you going?" James asked.
Harry turned and looked at his dad, smiling a little.
"I want to go somewhere,"
"To bed I hope," James said sarcastically and stood up as well, leaning against the chair Harry had just been sitting in.
"No, Dad. I need to get out. Could you take me to the park just to relax?" Harry asked.
"HARRY! It's late at night!" James shouted.
"Please, Dad?" Harry asked, his face wasn't looking enthused but you could tell he really wanted to go.
"Ok, ok. Get your shoes on then. Are you sure you're ok with leaving?" James asked.
"As long as you're with me.... I guess," Harry mumbled and headed for the door with his head down.
James sighed and felt his pocket to make sure his wand was in there. Just on case something were to happen and he needed to protect Harry.
"Harry, you seemed so scared-" James started to say as they head down the quiet street towards the park.
"I wasn't scared!" Harry shouted.
"Well, I must of taken the crying thing the wrong way," James said before he could think.
Harry shut up after that and stared at his feet as he walked. His cheeks were burning since he suddenly felt embarrassed. All Harry could think was his dad hated him now, even though the little birdie in the back of his mind was saying else wise.
"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. It's just you seemed so worried and scared about something happening to you. You wouldn't tell us what so we have nothing to go on, but the look on your face... I don't know. But you scared Mom and I something horrid. We don't like to see you like that you know," James said, sticking his hands into his pajama pants pockets.
Harry said nothing and they continued down the road. By the time they could see that park Harry stopped dead. Something out of the corner of his eye startled him and he couldn't breathe for a moment.
"Harry? Harry?!" James whispered franticly.
Harry held up his arms a little and stayed completely still. Out of nowhere, scaring James, Harry turned on his heels and faced the other way. Suddenly you could see his breath and his whole body was shaking.
"WHAT?!" James shouted, shaking him.
"MUM! KAYLA! MMMMUUUUMMMM!" Harry yelled in terror.
Harry started running towards home. Once James got out of his shock he ran after him and caught him by the shoulders. They fell back onto the concrete and Harry scrapped his left elbow and James skinned his back from the shirt lifting up.
"BANG!"
Harry and James looked up and from the block and a half they were from their home they saw their house explode. But, it wasn't on fire. The windows had just popped and broke while the whole house just shook and went back into place. Soon after the dark mark appeared over the roof.
"AH! MUM! MUM! MUM! KAYLA! MUM!" Harry screamed off the top of his lungs. Harry fought with James and was trying to get away from him.
"Oh my god, no, no, no. Please, no!" James was saying, but was still trying to hold onto Harry.
"THEY'RE DEAD! THEY'RE DEAD!" Harry started crying as he fought.
Harry finally stopped struggling and James pulled him to the side of the road and behind a pine tree. Where Harry collapsed into his father's chest and they sat there, the only noise was Harry's loud sobs and James's quiet sniffs.
"We have to go get them!" Harry screamed.
"No, we can't. They'll kill us too. Harry, if they're dead there's nothing we can do about it now," James said, his voice shaking.
"NO!" Harry shouted, "It's all my fault! I have to help them!"
Harry took James by such surprise that when Harry got up to run towards the house he didn't have a very good grip on him.
"HARRY! NO!" James yelled and started after him.
Harry was a fast runner. And by the time James got to the yard Harry was already inside. James swore all the way and praying his family was okay. But, he highly doubted it. Now, Harry was in jeopardy. Voldemort and his crew could still be in there.
"DAD! HELP ME!" Harry shouted for James within seconds of him arriving into the house.
Lily looked questionably at her husband.
"Okay, goodnight Harry. I love you," Lily said and she kneeled up and kissed his cheek. Harry only mouthed the words back to her and stayed silent.
"Don't keep him up too late James." Lily said smiling and hugged James quick before she disappeared up the stairs.
They sat in silence for so long Harry lost track of time. Finally, Harry looked over at his dad.
"What do you want from me?" Harry whispered.
James hung his head for a moment, as if he were thinking.
"I want to help you, that's all I want is to know you are ok," James said.
Harry flushed with anger, "I am fine. Just leave me alone,"
"I'm sorry buddy, but I don't believe you. Seeing you so upset earlier made me realize you can't handle it on your own. You are hurting Harry and someone has to help you through it or it will drive you nuts," James said.
"I don't want to have this talk with you now," Harry said coldly. Suddenly his sadness was turning into a big blur of anger.
"Ok, then we'll try again tomorrow. You'd better get to sleep then, had a hard day and all," James said and he stood up to stretch.
But Harry only sat there. He was ashamed of himself, he didn't want his dad to know he didn't want to be alone, let alone sleep. Harry was confused and it must of shown on his face.
"Harry? Do you want to go up to bed?" James asked.
"N-No." Harry stuttered and looked to the floor. His hands shaking slightly and his face growing red.
"What's wrong?" James asked.
Harry said nothing at first, hoping James would answer for him. But when James didn't say anything Harry decided it was the last thing he could do.
"I don't want to sleep," He mumbled.
"And... why's that? I thought you said you were fine," James said, being a smart-ass.
Harry shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. James put his hands up on Harry's shoulders and gave Harry a small smile.
"You don't have to hide it from me Harry. I'm your dad! I am the coolest person alive! Just cause I am a old timer doesn't mean I still don't got the heat," James said in his 'hip' 70's voice.
Harry smiled a little and stood up.
"Where're you going?" James asked.
Harry turned and looked at his dad, smiling a little.
"I want to go somewhere,"
"To bed I hope," James said sarcastically and stood up as well, leaning against the chair Harry had just been sitting in.
"No, Dad. I need to get out. Could you take me to the park just to relax?" Harry asked.
"HARRY! It's late at night!" James shouted.
"Please, Dad?" Harry asked, his face wasn't looking enthused but you could tell he really wanted to go.
"Ok, ok. Get your shoes on then. Are you sure you're ok with leaving?" James asked.
"As long as you're with me.... I guess," Harry mumbled and headed for the door with his head down.
James sighed and felt his pocket to make sure his wand was in there. Just on case something were to happen and he needed to protect Harry.
"Harry, you seemed so scared-" James started to say as they head down the quiet street towards the park.
"I wasn't scared!" Harry shouted.
"Well, I must of taken the crying thing the wrong way," James said before he could think.
Harry shut up after that and stared at his feet as he walked. His cheeks were burning since he suddenly felt embarrassed. All Harry could think was his dad hated him now, even though the little birdie in the back of his mind was saying else wise.
"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. It's just you seemed so worried and scared about something happening to you. You wouldn't tell us what so we have nothing to go on, but the look on your face... I don't know. But you scared Mom and I something horrid. We don't like to see you like that you know," James said, sticking his hands into his pajama pants pockets.
Harry said nothing and they continued down the road. By the time they could see that park Harry stopped dead. Something out of the corner of his eye startled him and he couldn't breathe for a moment.
"Harry? Harry?!" James whispered franticly.
Harry held up his arms a little and stayed completely still. Out of nowhere, scaring James, Harry turned on his heels and faced the other way. Suddenly you could see his breath and his whole body was shaking.
"WHAT?!" James shouted, shaking him.
"MUM! KAYLA! MMMMUUUUMMMM!" Harry yelled in terror.
Harry started running towards home. Once James got out of his shock he ran after him and caught him by the shoulders. They fell back onto the concrete and Harry scrapped his left elbow and James skinned his back from the shirt lifting up.
"BANG!"
Harry and James looked up and from the block and a half they were from their home they saw their house explode. But, it wasn't on fire. The windows had just popped and broke while the whole house just shook and went back into place. Soon after the dark mark appeared over the roof.
"AH! MUM! MUM! MUM! KAYLA! MUM!" Harry screamed off the top of his lungs. Harry fought with James and was trying to get away from him.
"Oh my god, no, no, no. Please, no!" James was saying, but was still trying to hold onto Harry.
"THEY'RE DEAD! THEY'RE DEAD!" Harry started crying as he fought.
Harry finally stopped struggling and James pulled him to the side of the road and behind a pine tree. Where Harry collapsed into his father's chest and they sat there, the only noise was Harry's loud sobs and James's quiet sniffs.
"We have to go get them!" Harry screamed.
"No, we can't. They'll kill us too. Harry, if they're dead there's nothing we can do about it now," James said, his voice shaking.
"NO!" Harry shouted, "It's all my fault! I have to help them!"
Harry took James by such surprise that when Harry got up to run towards the house he didn't have a very good grip on him.
"HARRY! NO!" James yelled and started after him.
Harry was a fast runner. And by the time James got to the yard Harry was already inside. James swore all the way and praying his family was okay. But, he highly doubted it. Now, Harry was in jeopardy. Voldemort and his crew could still be in there.
"DAD! HELP ME!" Harry shouted for James within seconds of him arriving into the house.