Disclaimer: I do not, never have and never will own Harry Potter or his friends (sniff).
RUNAWAY
Chapter Two
James was still shut inside his room four hours after the incident . However, he didn't spend them sulking and crying into his pillow, no, he was planning his escape. All he had to do was wait till his parents were fast asleep. He had packed all his things half an hour ago, and now was writing a note that would explain what had happened, so Rita Skeeter couldn't write some cock-a-bull story about how he had been kidnapped or how his parents had disowned him for some fabricated reason. "Done," he muttered under his breath. He read it through, making sure it was acceptable:
Dear Mum and Dad
Well, this is mainly for dad, but you can read it through when dad's finished, mum, so you know why I'm gone.
So dad (or mum, if you're reading this), you're probably wondering where I've gone. Well, to be honest, if you hadn't favoured Al, none of this would've happened! (This isn't anything to do with you mum, this is all dad's fault) I know what you're going to say: "I haven't got a clue what you're talking about James," well, think about all the times you stuck up for Al when HE was the culprit and blamed ME for it! Countless. Well, now you're paying for it.
I'll be surprised if you care, you never do,
James S. Potter
Your Ex-Son.
Beep! Beep! Beep! Went James' wrist-watch, telling him it was midnight. It was now or never. He placed his note on his freshly made bed, grabbed his stuff, and headed quickly, but quietly, down the stairs of number Twelve Grimmauld Place. He was almost at the door when, "James?"
James froze. He recognised that voice-the voice of his little sister Lily. He whipped around. He was right-her red hair falling in front of her chocolate eyes, widened with shock.
"Lily, what are you doing up?" James asked, frantic, but quiet.
"Getting a glass of water," she responded, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "What are you doing up?" she asked in an accusing tone.
"Err…" James ran his hand through his jet black hair, what would he tell her? He couldn't tell her the truth, she would get mum and dad and he'd be in bigger trouble.
"Err, I was just popping out for a bit, err, get a bit of fresh air, you know?" James knew it was a rubbish lie, but he hadn't been expecting to run into his little sister on his way out.
"James Sirius Potter, that was a rubbish lie and you know it!" James then got a brilliant idea
"Alright, alright, you got me," James said, "I'm going on a little trip," he said, "to help Teddy," he added. James watched his sister's face soften-she was really close to Teddy, his father's godson.
"For an Auror mission?" Lily asked. James nodded. "Do mum and dad know?"
"I left them a note," James responded, he might just get away with this.
Lily pondered for a bit, as if weighing out her choices. "O.K., go," she said finally. "James nearly leaped out the door he was so relieved, but restrained himself from doing so, it would look odd.
He was free, finally. He could do what he liked, when he liked. He stepped onto the damp, dark street. He yawned, and looked at his watch: 00:27. He had better get some sleep. He would have a busy day today. He heard number Twelve Grimmauld Place close between number Eleven and number Thirteen behind him. He set of for a place to sleep. James got a sudden chill down his spine, as if someone was watching him. It's probably nothing, he thought, it's just a bit cold this morning.
How very wrong he was…