When James got upstairs in Harry's room he saw his sleeping son,
laying flat on his back and his chest showing bare. His son was going on 14
years and he had missed it all. James was so wrapped up in his thoughts of
standing there facing Harry he almost forgot why he was there.
Then he took out his wand, made a small light, just enough so he could see, and mananged to take off all his son's clothes without waking him. He left his son's underwear on though.
James was surprised to see barely nothing wrong with Harry, at least from the front view. James was about to put all his clothes back on, figuring he was wrong when he thought Harry had been abused, when he saw a small scrape, just by the border of Harry's boxer shorts.
Curious, James went over and pulled it up a little. To show a little scrape turn into a large gash. James caught his breath, and with taking a quick look at his son's face he took his boxers off as well. James gasped at what he saw. Bruises the color of purple and dark blue were all over Harry's 'private' area.
James shook his head violently to see if he was imaging it. But, as Harry began to shiver he knocked out of his trance of surprise and magically put Harry's clothes back on as quickly as he could.
James dimolised the light as Harry's eyes opened for a split second and he turned onto his side. He hugged his arms to his chest and shivered. James thought about how Harry should have a shirt on, it was really cold in his room.
"James, get out of there!" whispered Sirius's voice from behind him.
"Shih!" James whispered back and looked at Harry to make sure he hadn't woke. Luckily, he didn't.
James tip-toed closer to Harry's bed again and pulled up a blanket over him. Harry mumbled something that James couldn't make out.
"James, NOW!" Sirius said.
James shook his hand at him impatiently before taking one last look at his hurt son before leaving at Sirius's request.
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"He IS hurt!" James yelled as soon as Harry's door was shut with him and Sirius walking towards the stairs to go down into the kitchen.
"What? You mean you actually did it?" Sirius asked.
"Of course! I had to! And it's not even little! I'm going to kill the Dursley's!" James shouted, getting so angry he didn't know what to do so he hit himself.
"What do you mean? It's not little? What did the Dursley's do?" Sirius asked as they reached the kitchen table and took seats.
"Fuck! I can't believe this! What are we going to do?!" James yelled, mostly talking to himself.
"What are you talking about?!" Sirius shouted.
"Ugh! Harry was raped! Molested! Whatever! But he's hurt! BAD! We shouldn't even be sitting here but getting him to a hospital!" James yelled.
Sirius's mouth hung opened in shock.
"What?" He asked. James looked appalled.
"HE WAS MOLESTED!" James shouted.
"The Dursley's couldn't of. They wouldn't of. It must of been someone else! Are you sure?" Sirius asked.
"Yeah I'm sure! I don't know for sure who it was, but he looks fine until you take off his underwear, then you see all the purple bruises and red gashes! We have to tell somebody! Anybody! We need to get him help! For all we know his whole insides are messed up!" James yelled.
"Wait, wait. We can't blow this out into the world. You know how fast this would spread? I can see it now, 'Famous Harry Potter Molested' We should contact Dumbledore, ask him. And then we can go from there. We can send him a letter with Harry's owl, Hedwig, and he'll come here by morning. Before Harry even wakes up!" Sirius said.
James looked at him questionably. He didn't know what to do. A part of him was in shock. Another part was furious, and then there was the part of him that wanted to go take him son in his arms and tell him everything. How he was always alive, but nobody knew. How he had a family in America. Harry would just hate him... James was afraid of that.
"Okay, let's do that then." James sighed.
Sirius looked worried, almost as bad as James, as he got up and went to write a letter to Professor Dumbledore....
Then he took out his wand, made a small light, just enough so he could see, and mananged to take off all his son's clothes without waking him. He left his son's underwear on though.
James was surprised to see barely nothing wrong with Harry, at least from the front view. James was about to put all his clothes back on, figuring he was wrong when he thought Harry had been abused, when he saw a small scrape, just by the border of Harry's boxer shorts.
Curious, James went over and pulled it up a little. To show a little scrape turn into a large gash. James caught his breath, and with taking a quick look at his son's face he took his boxers off as well. James gasped at what he saw. Bruises the color of purple and dark blue were all over Harry's 'private' area.
James shook his head violently to see if he was imaging it. But, as Harry began to shiver he knocked out of his trance of surprise and magically put Harry's clothes back on as quickly as he could.
James dimolised the light as Harry's eyes opened for a split second and he turned onto his side. He hugged his arms to his chest and shivered. James thought about how Harry should have a shirt on, it was really cold in his room.
"James, get out of there!" whispered Sirius's voice from behind him.
"Shih!" James whispered back and looked at Harry to make sure he hadn't woke. Luckily, he didn't.
James tip-toed closer to Harry's bed again and pulled up a blanket over him. Harry mumbled something that James couldn't make out.
"James, NOW!" Sirius said.
James shook his hand at him impatiently before taking one last look at his hurt son before leaving at Sirius's request.
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"He IS hurt!" James yelled as soon as Harry's door was shut with him and Sirius walking towards the stairs to go down into the kitchen.
"What? You mean you actually did it?" Sirius asked.
"Of course! I had to! And it's not even little! I'm going to kill the Dursley's!" James shouted, getting so angry he didn't know what to do so he hit himself.
"What do you mean? It's not little? What did the Dursley's do?" Sirius asked as they reached the kitchen table and took seats.
"Fuck! I can't believe this! What are we going to do?!" James yelled, mostly talking to himself.
"What are you talking about?!" Sirius shouted.
"Ugh! Harry was raped! Molested! Whatever! But he's hurt! BAD! We shouldn't even be sitting here but getting him to a hospital!" James yelled.
Sirius's mouth hung opened in shock.
"What?" He asked. James looked appalled.
"HE WAS MOLESTED!" James shouted.
"The Dursley's couldn't of. They wouldn't of. It must of been someone else! Are you sure?" Sirius asked.
"Yeah I'm sure! I don't know for sure who it was, but he looks fine until you take off his underwear, then you see all the purple bruises and red gashes! We have to tell somebody! Anybody! We need to get him help! For all we know his whole insides are messed up!" James yelled.
"Wait, wait. We can't blow this out into the world. You know how fast this would spread? I can see it now, 'Famous Harry Potter Molested' We should contact Dumbledore, ask him. And then we can go from there. We can send him a letter with Harry's owl, Hedwig, and he'll come here by morning. Before Harry even wakes up!" Sirius said.
James looked at him questionably. He didn't know what to do. A part of him was in shock. Another part was furious, and then there was the part of him that wanted to go take him son in his arms and tell him everything. How he was always alive, but nobody knew. How he had a family in America. Harry would just hate him... James was afraid of that.
"Okay, let's do that then." James sighed.
Sirius looked worried, almost as bad as James, as he got up and went to write a letter to Professor Dumbledore....