James Sirius Potter has never seen his father that mad. Harry's voice was low, (frighteningly low,) as he burrowed through the drawers of his study, retrieving a foot of cracked parchment and a quill.
"James, who are your parents?" He asked. Straightening the parchment along his desk.
Harry James Potter and Ginevra Molly Potter
(James said blankly, and Harry wrote.)
"Right," Harry said. "Imagine we died when you were one."
(Harry tore off their names, and lit them on fire with the tip of his wand.)
"James," He continued. "Who is your DADA Teacher?"
Professor March
(James said, and Harry wrote.)
"Imagine he died in your first year. Imagine he tried to kill you." Harry said, his voice rising, (steadily.)
(Harry tore off Professor March's name, and lit it on fire with the tip of his wand.)
"James, who is your best friend?"
Umm Fred
(James said, but Harry wrote: Phillipa Bellinstead.)
"Imagine that Pippa was petrified by a basilisk, and Fred's sister, Roxanne she was taken by it!" Harry said, (His calm voice cracked.) James recoiled; he'd never seen his father act like this, ever.
"Imagine your god father is sentenced to The Kiss," Harry continued.
Ron Weasley
(James answered immediately this time. But Harry made no move to write down his name.)
Harry set the quill down, and looked up at his son.
"Imagine this all happened by your third year."
There was a banging on the door.
"Harry!" Ginny called, "James, what's going on?"
"Imagine Mum and I die," Harry said quietly. "Imagine my two best friends die, your next best thing dies. Your owl dies. Try to imagine it."
(Was it strange that the thought of his owl dying upset James the most?)
James knew people hunted owls. But he couldn't fathom people hunting people.
(Whether mudbloods, or muggles, or blood traitors, or Undesirable No.1s)
He couldn't imagine his family in danger. All was safe.
(All was well.)
Fill in the blank: This story is as _ as _.
ex: This story is as appalling as the idea of Dramione.
-Vi