Now James isn't a seer by any means, but he doesn't need an Inner Eye to see that things aren't going well: his dad's gone missing, his mum's under house arrest, Lily and Albus know hardly anything at all, and his son is turning one. And that's just his immediate family. Fred, who's more a best friend than a cousin, keeps telling him to keep quiet, as does the rest of the Weasley family. He understands that they don't want to risk what they have, but isn't part of being a Weasley doing the right thing no matter how hard it is? Since when did being a Potter warrant a death sentence anyways?
Since when did he have to be anything other than a teenager? All of the sudden, he was eighteen and being handed more troubles than he knew what to do with. That's what everyone does. They say: "Oh, don't tell the children. They can't handle this. They're too young to deal with it. Just don't tell the children." And then they decided that he's not a kid anymore and tell him everything. If he had known earlier, maybe he could have helped or maybe he could have… done something at least. If he'd had any idea about what was waiting for his family, James never would have left for Hogwarts; it's not like he needed to go to seventh year anyways. He would have found all the people he cared about and gotten as far away as possible.
But he didn't know earlier, and that's how he ended up here. Alone, trying to reach the coast. If he can get that far, if he can figure something out, stop running and actually have time to think of what to do, think of a way to communicate with everyone he's left behind. That's the hardest part, really; not the constant fear of being caught, not trying to track his dad, not living without magic but being cut off from everyone he's ever known and loved.
He just has to keep reminding himself: he's doing it for them.
Author's Note: Oh looky here! I made a new account... and a new story... but this one will be better, I promise! Please comment with all you regrets and hopes. Love, BBD