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Leaving Home
Harry's POV
Running, screaming, running, "ginny, ginny", arghhhhhhhh...
I woke up in a cold sweat, shivering. It always came to me in the nights, it never left me alone. I turned over to look at my alarm clock, 5:20 am there was no point in trying to sleep anymore. I rolled into a sitting position on the edge of the bed placing my feet squarely on the floor and put my head in my hands. I just sat there for a while listening to the sound of the house. The clock was ticking, the wind blowing and if you listened hard enough you could hear the slight breathing of my son from the baby monitor. My son. James. I can never forget that fateful day when I opened the door to my London flat to collect the milk and there he was, She had left him on my doorstep with a letter proclaiming she was too young for motherhood. Well I had news for her, I was too young for fatherhood, but what could I do, I was already leaving that day for a new job in Italy so I took him with me, I'm so glad I did, I would go mad without him. At times during the night when there is nothing to distract me from my nightmares and thoughts I would think about Her and would hate her for what she did to us, but not for long, I will always love her. Her with the vibrant hair, the long eyelashes, the brown eyes that if you weren't careful you could find yourself falling into them. I had to stop that train of though before I got too carried away.
I stood up and stumbled my way out the door and into the bathroom. I stripped and got into the shower and let the cool water flow over me washing away the morning weariness and the aching in the pit of my stomach. I got out when the water started to get cold (it wasn't in the Italians nature to take long showers.) I wrapped a towel around my waist and wondered back to my bedroom, pulled on some old jeans and a t-shirt and set about packing up the rest of our belongings. We were going home for the first time in a year, we were going home. It was during this that I heard a soft gurgling over the baby monitor. I stood up and walked across the hall into James' room and smiled down at the small child, 18 months old and already a menace. He already had signs of the trademark Potter hair, but had his mother's eyes, how those eyes haunted me, but it was a little bit of her I was still holding on to.
I picked him up and carried him into the kitchen and placed him in the highchair. The sounds of the villagers were already filtering through the window shutters, signalling the start of a new day to the surrounding houses in the small wizarding village of Zongoli. I threw open the shutters allowing the morning sunlight to stream into the room and reflect off the marble counter. I few of the villagers greeted me in their native dialect, which I had had to quickly catch onto when I arrived.
I had just started making breakfast for me and James from the scarce food left over in the fridge when an inquisitive voice yelled out from the front door.
"Harry, oy, Harry mate where are you?"
"I'm in here Ron" Ron, one of the select few who had my Italian address. Ron wondered through the door and scooped his young nephew from the highchair and throwing him above his head and then catching him again. James laughing the whole time. "Oh jeez he just keeps getting' heavier and heavier, what you feeding him" Ron laughed walking over to Harry and slapping him on the back. I just stood and watched him, my eyes twinkling with mirth.
"God why she ever let you go huh?" He inquired of the small child.
"Drop it Ron" I said, mirth vanishing in a flash.
"Sorry mate, I know it's painful but you gonna have to get used to it, 'cos your goin to be around The Burrow a lot, 'cos there is no way in hell mum is gonna let this little chap go for a second time".
"I know, I know just let me adjust in my way, ok?" I said softening a bit at his tone.
"Cool. Now are you fully packed 'cos we got to get this show on the road if you want to get back to London before dark"
"Sure" I said thankful for the change of subject "Let me just finish packing, can you watch him for me, you know what he's like"
"Sure can, 'miones going to meet us at the ministry"
"Great, haven't seen her for ages. Can you grab Hedwig and Mandarb for me" I said referring to my owls, Hedwig was still good if a little unreliable, so I had purchased Mandarb, the complete opposite of her. He was for the long haul flights, like carrying messages to the Weasleys and Lupin.
* * * *
Within an hour I had packed the belongings we needed into packing cases and the ones we didn't need were placed in storage. Ron loaded the rest of the packing cases onto the Italian equivalent of the Knight Bus, while I finished locking up the villa. God I was gonna miss it, but now that James was older and had conveniently started asking "where's mummy?" (Well in baby I its "mama?"), there wasn't much else I could do, but get a transfer back to England... I climbed onto the bus and took James off Ron, who was trying to bribe the bus driver into bumping us to the top of the queue. I had to admit he was doing quite well. I went and sat down next to the window and James stood up on my lap and gazed out at our home, then looked up at me wide eyed with anticipation and confusion. I just smiled down at him and tapped the side of my nose knowingly, that was as good as answer he was going to get so he sat down on my lap and started playing with his miniature model of the old style firebolt. Ron plonked down wearily down in the seat next to me with a sigh of relief.
"Well that's finally over, I thought I would never get through to him"
I just smiled to myself and held onto James tightly as the bus banged...
We appeared down a back alley in the middle of Rome by a metal dustbin.
"Here we are" I said
"What, this dump?" Ron looked at me incredulously.
"Looks can be deceiving Ron, now get up and help me with these packing cases"
When the bus had disappeared off Ron looked at me expectantly while I handed him James. I walked up to the dustbin and tapped the dustbins lid 3 times with my wand. The dustbin began to shake violently and suddenly shot up in the air bringing with it an old style elevator. We loaded the boxes into it and drew the cage door shut, enclosing us within the elevator. James was screaming with excitement at this point and wriggling about in my arms which was making it very difficult to hold onto him and the owls' cage. Finally we reached the bottom of the shaft and Ron pulled open the cage and we both stepped out.
"Ron, Harry, hey, Ron, Harry over here" said I young woman with very bushy brown hair. I grinned broadly as I knelt down, set James down and pointed in the direction of Hermione.
"Look James, there's Aunty Hermione, why don't you go say hello?"
"hemy" cried James as he toddled.
She scooped him up in her arms and walked over to us. I pulled her into a half hug but let go quickly just incase I squashed James.
"You guys ready to go, the portkeys about ready"
"Sure, lead on".
* * * *
I waited in the queue standing behind Ron and Hermione, my nerves building up with every step towards the portkey administrator. When we finally got there the butterflies that had been in my stomach had turned into a swarm of angry killer bees. Hermione handed James to me and I held onto him as tightly as possible without causing pain. We all latched on the portkey, waiting for the familiar tug behind the belly button, I closed my eyes and tried to think of anything but that pair off brown eyes that kept appearing in my mind in the worst possible moments. I tried to keep them at bay, atleast until tonight I thought and unconsciously increased my hold on James as we left Italy.
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If u want me to carry on then review, thank you. Sorry if the grammar and sentencing is wrong, I'm not that good at english.
The worms are coming ahhhhhhh
Smile and the world will smile too.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, it's all JK's
Leaving Home
Harry's POV
Running, screaming, running, "ginny, ginny", arghhhhhhhh...
I woke up in a cold sweat, shivering. It always came to me in the nights, it never left me alone. I turned over to look at my alarm clock, 5:20 am there was no point in trying to sleep anymore. I rolled into a sitting position on the edge of the bed placing my feet squarely on the floor and put my head in my hands. I just sat there for a while listening to the sound of the house. The clock was ticking, the wind blowing and if you listened hard enough you could hear the slight breathing of my son from the baby monitor. My son. James. I can never forget that fateful day when I opened the door to my London flat to collect the milk and there he was, She had left him on my doorstep with a letter proclaiming she was too young for motherhood. Well I had news for her, I was too young for fatherhood, but what could I do, I was already leaving that day for a new job in Italy so I took him with me, I'm so glad I did, I would go mad without him. At times during the night when there is nothing to distract me from my nightmares and thoughts I would think about Her and would hate her for what she did to us, but not for long, I will always love her. Her with the vibrant hair, the long eyelashes, the brown eyes that if you weren't careful you could find yourself falling into them. I had to stop that train of though before I got too carried away.
I stood up and stumbled my way out the door and into the bathroom. I stripped and got into the shower and let the cool water flow over me washing away the morning weariness and the aching in the pit of my stomach. I got out when the water started to get cold (it wasn't in the Italians nature to take long showers.) I wrapped a towel around my waist and wondered back to my bedroom, pulled on some old jeans and a t-shirt and set about packing up the rest of our belongings. We were going home for the first time in a year, we were going home. It was during this that I heard a soft gurgling over the baby monitor. I stood up and walked across the hall into James' room and smiled down at the small child, 18 months old and already a menace. He already had signs of the trademark Potter hair, but had his mother's eyes, how those eyes haunted me, but it was a little bit of her I was still holding on to.
I picked him up and carried him into the kitchen and placed him in the highchair. The sounds of the villagers were already filtering through the window shutters, signalling the start of a new day to the surrounding houses in the small wizarding village of Zongoli. I threw open the shutters allowing the morning sunlight to stream into the room and reflect off the marble counter. I few of the villagers greeted me in their native dialect, which I had had to quickly catch onto when I arrived.
I had just started making breakfast for me and James from the scarce food left over in the fridge when an inquisitive voice yelled out from the front door.
"Harry, oy, Harry mate where are you?"
"I'm in here Ron" Ron, one of the select few who had my Italian address. Ron wondered through the door and scooped his young nephew from the highchair and throwing him above his head and then catching him again. James laughing the whole time. "Oh jeez he just keeps getting' heavier and heavier, what you feeding him" Ron laughed walking over to Harry and slapping him on the back. I just stood and watched him, my eyes twinkling with mirth.
"God why she ever let you go huh?" He inquired of the small child.
"Drop it Ron" I said, mirth vanishing in a flash.
"Sorry mate, I know it's painful but you gonna have to get used to it, 'cos your goin to be around The Burrow a lot, 'cos there is no way in hell mum is gonna let this little chap go for a second time".
"I know, I know just let me adjust in my way, ok?" I said softening a bit at his tone.
"Cool. Now are you fully packed 'cos we got to get this show on the road if you want to get back to London before dark"
"Sure" I said thankful for the change of subject "Let me just finish packing, can you watch him for me, you know what he's like"
"Sure can, 'miones going to meet us at the ministry"
"Great, haven't seen her for ages. Can you grab Hedwig and Mandarb for me" I said referring to my owls, Hedwig was still good if a little unreliable, so I had purchased Mandarb, the complete opposite of her. He was for the long haul flights, like carrying messages to the Weasleys and Lupin.
* * * *
Within an hour I had packed the belongings we needed into packing cases and the ones we didn't need were placed in storage. Ron loaded the rest of the packing cases onto the Italian equivalent of the Knight Bus, while I finished locking up the villa. God I was gonna miss it, but now that James was older and had conveniently started asking "where's mummy?" (Well in baby I its "mama?"), there wasn't much else I could do, but get a transfer back to England... I climbed onto the bus and took James off Ron, who was trying to bribe the bus driver into bumping us to the top of the queue. I had to admit he was doing quite well. I went and sat down next to the window and James stood up on my lap and gazed out at our home, then looked up at me wide eyed with anticipation and confusion. I just smiled down at him and tapped the side of my nose knowingly, that was as good as answer he was going to get so he sat down on my lap and started playing with his miniature model of the old style firebolt. Ron plonked down wearily down in the seat next to me with a sigh of relief.
"Well that's finally over, I thought I would never get through to him"
I just smiled to myself and held onto James tightly as the bus banged...
We appeared down a back alley in the middle of Rome by a metal dustbin.
"Here we are" I said
"What, this dump?" Ron looked at me incredulously.
"Looks can be deceiving Ron, now get up and help me with these packing cases"
When the bus had disappeared off Ron looked at me expectantly while I handed him James. I walked up to the dustbin and tapped the dustbins lid 3 times with my wand. The dustbin began to shake violently and suddenly shot up in the air bringing with it an old style elevator. We loaded the boxes into it and drew the cage door shut, enclosing us within the elevator. James was screaming with excitement at this point and wriggling about in my arms which was making it very difficult to hold onto him and the owls' cage. Finally we reached the bottom of the shaft and Ron pulled open the cage and we both stepped out.
"Ron, Harry, hey, Ron, Harry over here" said I young woman with very bushy brown hair. I grinned broadly as I knelt down, set James down and pointed in the direction of Hermione.
"Look James, there's Aunty Hermione, why don't you go say hello?"
"hemy" cried James as he toddled.
She scooped him up in her arms and walked over to us. I pulled her into a half hug but let go quickly just incase I squashed James.
"You guys ready to go, the portkeys about ready"
"Sure, lead on".
* * * *
I waited in the queue standing behind Ron and Hermione, my nerves building up with every step towards the portkey administrator. When we finally got there the butterflies that had been in my stomach had turned into a swarm of angry killer bees. Hermione handed James to me and I held onto him as tightly as possible without causing pain. We all latched on the portkey, waiting for the familiar tug behind the belly button, I closed my eyes and tried to think of anything but that pair off brown eyes that kept appearing in my mind in the worst possible moments. I tried to keep them at bay, atleast until tonight I thought and unconsciously increased my hold on James as we left Italy.
* * * *
If u want me to carry on then review, thank you. Sorry if the grammar and sentencing is wrong, I'm not that good at english.
The worms are coming ahhhhhhh
Smile and the world will smile too.