Um.... The reason I stopped writing for a while is because Seth died. You were right when you thought
something was up. Because something is up. He died in a school shooting last fall. I stopped writing
when I fell into a deep depression. But now I am trying to stop and continue writing.
Seth was a brother to me and a very close friend, if you know what I mean. I miss him
horribly......
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"Harry sit down, relax, sit down," James said, pushing his shaken
son down into his black, leather chair behind his desk.
Harry tried to stand back up. His voice was frantic,
"NO! They're coming Dad! They're coming to get me!"
"James?! Harry?!" Lily called as she came down into the den,
her eyes wide and her face full of worry as she dashed over to her son and embraced him in her arms.
"STOP! He's COMING FOR ME! HE'S GOING TO KILL ME! HE'S GOING TO TORTURE ME!" Harry screamed.
Harry started fighting against Lily. He wasn't safe there and he just had to get away.
Now James came over and helped Lily get Harry still, Harry had started crying and fighting
so hard against his parents his face was red.
"No! Let go! They are coming for me! They're going to h-hurt me m-more," Harry sobbed and fell into his mother.
Lily started rubbing his back, it helped. Harry started to relax and stop struggling.
James still held his arms though, afraid he would start up again. But he didn't. Harry just
lay there crying, almost silently and shaking a bit.
After 15 minutes though James put his hands up onto Harry's shoudlers and tried to
turn him around. But it wasn't as easy as he would have hoped for. Harry didn't want to show
his face but ended up doing so.
"Come upstairs Harry," James said softly.
James got up and started heading for the door. Lily did too, but not easily, for she wanted to
keep comforting her son. But if she and James both left then there was a better chance of Harry
coming upstairs on his own.
"He should follow us. Where did he come in?" James asked as he walked into the kitchen dining area.
"Through the deck door, he scared the hell out of me. His face looks like it hurts so much,
and I haven't seen him this scared since he was 5 and having nightmares about the night Voldemort
attacked here," Lily said sadly and sat down at the kitchen table. She buried her face in her hands.
Sure enough they didn't need wait long for they heard light footsteps on the stairs. Lily looked up and saw
that Harry was holding onto the hand rail as if his life depended on it.
"Oh come here buddy," James said.
Harry shook his head and slowly sank down and sat on a step. He buried his face in his knees and put his
arms over his head.
"Sweetie, oh god," Lily said and went over to Harry and pulled his face up.
"They're g-going to come g-et me M-Mum," Harry stuttered.
"No, nobody is going to get you. I promise," Lily said.
"N-no, you s-said that b-before. B-but he got me Mum! H-he h-hurt me!" Harry cried.
He didn't cry once as he was getting all sorts of curses put on him he didn't recognize. He didn't
cry as he was told crude remarks. He didn't cry when he was running home. But now he was crying and he couldn't
hold it in any longer.
"Listen to me Harry. Nobody can get you here. They can't get to our house. I promise you that. We just
have to be more careful as we leave this house."
something was up. Because something is up. He died in a school shooting last fall. I stopped writing
when I fell into a deep depression. But now I am trying to stop and continue writing.
Seth was a brother to me and a very close friend, if you know what I mean. I miss him
horribly......
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Harry sit down, relax, sit down," James said, pushing his shaken
son down into his black, leather chair behind his desk.
Harry tried to stand back up. His voice was frantic,
"NO! They're coming Dad! They're coming to get me!"
"James?! Harry?!" Lily called as she came down into the den,
her eyes wide and her face full of worry as she dashed over to her son and embraced him in her arms.
"STOP! He's COMING FOR ME! HE'S GOING TO KILL ME! HE'S GOING TO TORTURE ME!" Harry screamed.
Harry started fighting against Lily. He wasn't safe there and he just had to get away.
Now James came over and helped Lily get Harry still, Harry had started crying and fighting
so hard against his parents his face was red.
"No! Let go! They are coming for me! They're going to h-hurt me m-more," Harry sobbed and fell into his mother.
Lily started rubbing his back, it helped. Harry started to relax and stop struggling.
James still held his arms though, afraid he would start up again. But he didn't. Harry just
lay there crying, almost silently and shaking a bit.
After 15 minutes though James put his hands up onto Harry's shoudlers and tried to
turn him around. But it wasn't as easy as he would have hoped for. Harry didn't want to show
his face but ended up doing so.
"Come upstairs Harry," James said softly.
James got up and started heading for the door. Lily did too, but not easily, for she wanted to
keep comforting her son. But if she and James both left then there was a better chance of Harry
coming upstairs on his own.
"He should follow us. Where did he come in?" James asked as he walked into the kitchen dining area.
"Through the deck door, he scared the hell out of me. His face looks like it hurts so much,
and I haven't seen him this scared since he was 5 and having nightmares about the night Voldemort
attacked here," Lily said sadly and sat down at the kitchen table. She buried her face in her hands.
Sure enough they didn't need wait long for they heard light footsteps on the stairs. Lily looked up and saw
that Harry was holding onto the hand rail as if his life depended on it.
"Oh come here buddy," James said.
Harry shook his head and slowly sank down and sat on a step. He buried his face in his knees and put his
arms over his head.
"Sweetie, oh god," Lily said and went over to Harry and pulled his face up.
"They're g-going to come g-et me M-Mum," Harry stuttered.
"No, nobody is going to get you. I promise," Lily said.
"N-no, you s-said that b-before. B-but he got me Mum! H-he h-hurt me!" Harry cried.
He didn't cry once as he was getting all sorts of curses put on him he didn't recognize. He didn't
cry as he was told crude remarks. He didn't cry when he was running home. But now he was crying and he couldn't
hold it in any longer.
"Listen to me Harry. Nobody can get you here. They can't get to our house. I promise you that. We just
have to be more careful as we leave this house."
