Janie
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Janie sat on her bed. This was all too much. A new house, a new school, fighting with Harry, plus, finding her father. She didn't expect all of it to happen this fast. What if she had to go back? Her mom had found out where she was. That meant John knew where she was as well and she knew that he would come after her.
"Janie?" The word called her out of her thoughts. She turned to look at Harry, who was sitting next to her. He looked worried.
"Yeah?" she asked. Janie was actually happy that Harry had been there. He had taken care of the phone call and had led her upstairs. She wouldn't have been able to move without him. She was in a state of shock and she was fearful.
"Are you okay?" he asked her. She nodded, but she wasn't ans she could tell that he knew it.
"No," she said. She was so confused, scared, and worried.
"What is it?" he asked her.
"I don't want to go back. I don't think I could stand going back. Not after I 'm free." Her voice was soft and she wasn't sure if he had heard her. She hated showing her weaknesses to other people, but she was magically bond to him. And after what had happened, she needed to show her weakness.
"You'll never have to go back," Harry reassured her. "You'll be at Hogwarts and here."
She nodded. "Do you think that he'll like me?" Janie didn't say who, but Harry knew.
"Yeah, he'll like you." His voice was sure and confident.
"How can you be so sure?" she questioned.
"Because you're so much like him. You're both smart, stubborn, rebellious, and independent. Besides, he already seems to like you."
"Anything else bothering you?" he asked her.
"Yeah, being tied to you," she laughed, pulling her right hand up which was connected to his left hand.
He laughed. "I see you're feeling better already."