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American Magician
Chapter 18
Last time:
He was halfway to the hospital wing when someone grabbed him and pulled him into the shadows. Harry's mind, already terrified by memories, began working overtime to convince himself it was alright.
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"Harry,-" The voice began. There were two things Harry could do, he could pay attention or he could break down and cry to someone that sounded like they cared. Harry's pride strove to keep him standing, but it lost to the teen's subconscious. He buried his face in the folds of robe and broke down in tears.
The person happened to be James, who looked completely confused about how he got an armful of a sobbing Harry. He pulled the boy into the closest abandoned room as he was sure that the teen wouldn't want others to see him like that.
James sat in a chair and pulled Harry into a tight, but reassuring hug with one arm around the middle of his back, th other hand on the back of his head, not pushing, just sitting there. He knew how to deal with it, but the last time he saw Harry cry was fourteen year prior.
When the fifteen year old was done, he burrowed his face farther and it was easy to tell the boy was tired. The teen sighed contentedly and James could feel his body relax.
"Who're you?" Harry slurred sleepily.
"Just go to sleep." James soothed.
"Don' know 'oo you are. Migh' ge' 'ster Willums."
"Harry, don't worry about Mr. Williams. He won't hurt you anymore." James moved his hand through Harry's thick hair. "Just go to sleep." It took about an hour for the boy to sleep and when that happened, he picked the limp body up and carried him into the room that was put aside on the rare occasion that Kimber or Matt came to sleep with them.
He placed Harry on the bed and pulled the covers over him. He looked hesitantly down at the sleeping face. While asleep, his son looked younger, face slack and free of worries, though with a slight frown.
With Kimber, James would kiss her forehead, with Matt, he would ruffle his hair slightly. He didn't know what to do with Harry, so he left. Right as he shut the door, Lily walked in.
"James? What are you doing?" She asked.
"I didn't know what to do, he just started to cry and I reacted, I held him until he stopped and managed to get him to sleep. He didn't know it was me, though."
"James, what are you talking about? Who are you talking about?"
"Harry."
"Harry? Why didn't you tell Harry who you were?" She asked.
"Lily, can we get some sleep? I think that when Harry wakes, we might wake also." He said.
The next morning, Harry woke in a strange room and he got out of bed quickly. He opened the door and looked around the larger room, trying in a vain attempt to figure out where he was. The room he was in was foreign to him and held no personal aspects. Harry looked at the four doors in the room and then back to the open one he came from.
After deciding that he might as well wait, he sat down on the sofa to study the room around him. Before he could fully appreciate the fireplace, though, a door opened and someone very familiar walked out of the door.
"I didn't think you would be up yet." Lily said as she made her way to the chair across from him.
"What's going on?" Harry demanded. "How did I get here?"
"James brought you here, he will be out in a minute." His mother said.
"Why would he bring ME here?" Harry sneered.
"Because you were distressed and the three of us need to talk." James entered the room.
"Knew there was another reason." Harry muttered.
"I would have waited for later today, but I didn't think you would want everyone to see you crying." James continued as though Harry had never spoken.
"When the hell have you ever given a shhh," he let the word trail off, but knew he had gotten his point across.
"Harry, we know what Williams did to you." Lily said soothingly. A flash of panic shined through the boy's emerald eyes but it was quickly gone.
"I know that, you were the one that brought me back here, you and Professor Lupin." Harry stated simply.
"That's now what she's talking about, she's talking about the rapes." James growled. Harry's face paled of all colours and his eyes widened.
"I-" he swallowed thickly, "I don't know what you're talking about." The teenager couldn't even convince himself with his voice as strained as it was.
"Don't lie to us, Harry. We know the truth!" Lily screamed, making her son flinch and draw back into the cushions.
"He only beat me, that's all. Where did you get those stories?" Harry demanded, eyes shifting from either parent.
"That's not what we are talking about. Why didn't you tell anyone?" Lily asked in a calmer voice.
"If that's the reason you decided that you wouldn't hate me for , you can go back to hating me. I don't need pity, especially for a lie like that." Harry snarled to his father.
"Harry!" James snapped. "I'm not bloody trying to pity you! I'm trying to hear your side! Stop pretending like you don't know what I'm talking about!" Harry shook slightly as he felt the temperature drop.
"Who tol- Simeon! He said this, didn't he! He gave you the stupid idea that I'd been ra-hurt! The SOB!" Harry hissed, betrayal seeping into his skin. "It's bullshit!"
"Harry! Please, we need to know!" Lily begged.
"I've only had sex one bloody time! I don't even remember most of it, but it wasn't ra-rape!" If Harry could beat himself up right then he would, but he had never been able to say rape without stumbling over it.
"Just tell us the truth. That's all we want. You and even put it in a pensive." Lily tried to bargain, but Harry would have none of it.
"I want out." He said in a monotone voice. "Let me out." His eyes were dull and clouded as he withdrew into the only protection he had ever had.
"Harry!" Lily moved and sat next to her son and placed a hand on his leg. Harry just stared ahead, ignoring the touch that he normally would have violently gotten away from. "Harry!" Harry was pulled into a tight embrace by his crying mother and he stayed as still as an over-grown doll.
"Lily, Lily! Calm down." James said in a strained voice. He knelt in front of his son's lap and balanced on the balls of his feet. "Harry, I want you to tell me what you know about rape." He said in a calm, but still stern voice only a father has.
"Let me out. Let go of me." Harry stated dully without struggling.
"Harry, I want you to look at me, look at me Harry." Dull green eyes looked blankly at James' face. "Now tell me what rape is."
"When someone forces someone else into sex." Harry voice said, his eyes still vacant.
"Harry, LOOK at me. No! No, LOOK at me." James said, taking Harry's face in his hands and forcing the teen to gaze at his face.
"James, just let him go. He's scared." Lily sobbed as she tore her husband away from her eldest child. The moment James let go, Harry shot up and ran out of the room, luckily picking the right one.
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Well, this is all for now. This chappie is dedicated to a friend of mine that is going through a tough time right now. That's why it got out so soon. and the reviews are at 111, thats great, i love repeating numbers just like the time 11:11 is my favorite time, i just think that it's funny.
nywayz Thanks to
Istalksiriusonweekends
Black-Rose1212
Queenbeth2
JerseyPike- but he wouldn't fit in any other house, there isn't a criteria that says that you have to have a certain ancestery to belong in a house
Kenny7
Quacjen
Fangfoot
FroBoy
Cat15
Andine- the betting was being done by simeon and harry, not miccy
athenakitty- there isn't going to be an adoption legally, harry will just watch out for the kid, like a mix between a godfather and a father.
eruve tinwen
American Magician
Chapter 18
Last time:
He was halfway to the hospital wing when someone grabbed him and pulled him into the shadows. Harry's mind, already terrified by memories, began working overtime to convince himself it was alright.
*********************************************************
"Harry,-" The voice began. There were two things Harry could do, he could pay attention or he could break down and cry to someone that sounded like they cared. Harry's pride strove to keep him standing, but it lost to the teen's subconscious. He buried his face in the folds of robe and broke down in tears.
The person happened to be James, who looked completely confused about how he got an armful of a sobbing Harry. He pulled the boy into the closest abandoned room as he was sure that the teen wouldn't want others to see him like that.
James sat in a chair and pulled Harry into a tight, but reassuring hug with one arm around the middle of his back, th other hand on the back of his head, not pushing, just sitting there. He knew how to deal with it, but the last time he saw Harry cry was fourteen year prior.
When the fifteen year old was done, he burrowed his face farther and it was easy to tell the boy was tired. The teen sighed contentedly and James could feel his body relax.
"Who're you?" Harry slurred sleepily.
"Just go to sleep." James soothed.
"Don' know 'oo you are. Migh' ge' 'ster Willums."
"Harry, don't worry about Mr. Williams. He won't hurt you anymore." James moved his hand through Harry's thick hair. "Just go to sleep." It took about an hour for the boy to sleep and when that happened, he picked the limp body up and carried him into the room that was put aside on the rare occasion that Kimber or Matt came to sleep with them.
He placed Harry on the bed and pulled the covers over him. He looked hesitantly down at the sleeping face. While asleep, his son looked younger, face slack and free of worries, though with a slight frown.
With Kimber, James would kiss her forehead, with Matt, he would ruffle his hair slightly. He didn't know what to do with Harry, so he left. Right as he shut the door, Lily walked in.
"James? What are you doing?" She asked.
"I didn't know what to do, he just started to cry and I reacted, I held him until he stopped and managed to get him to sleep. He didn't know it was me, though."
"James, what are you talking about? Who are you talking about?"
"Harry."
"Harry? Why didn't you tell Harry who you were?" She asked.
"Lily, can we get some sleep? I think that when Harry wakes, we might wake also." He said.
The next morning, Harry woke in a strange room and he got out of bed quickly. He opened the door and looked around the larger room, trying in a vain attempt to figure out where he was. The room he was in was foreign to him and held no personal aspects. Harry looked at the four doors in the room and then back to the open one he came from.
After deciding that he might as well wait, he sat down on the sofa to study the room around him. Before he could fully appreciate the fireplace, though, a door opened and someone very familiar walked out of the door.
"I didn't think you would be up yet." Lily said as she made her way to the chair across from him.
"What's going on?" Harry demanded. "How did I get here?"
"James brought you here, he will be out in a minute." His mother said.
"Why would he bring ME here?" Harry sneered.
"Because you were distressed and the three of us need to talk." James entered the room.
"Knew there was another reason." Harry muttered.
"I would have waited for later today, but I didn't think you would want everyone to see you crying." James continued as though Harry had never spoken.
"When the hell have you ever given a shhh," he let the word trail off, but knew he had gotten his point across.
"Harry, we know what Williams did to you." Lily said soothingly. A flash of panic shined through the boy's emerald eyes but it was quickly gone.
"I know that, you were the one that brought me back here, you and Professor Lupin." Harry stated simply.
"That's now what she's talking about, she's talking about the rapes." James growled. Harry's face paled of all colours and his eyes widened.
"I-" he swallowed thickly, "I don't know what you're talking about." The teenager couldn't even convince himself with his voice as strained as it was.
"Don't lie to us, Harry. We know the truth!" Lily screamed, making her son flinch and draw back into the cushions.
"He only beat me, that's all. Where did you get those stories?" Harry demanded, eyes shifting from either parent.
"That's not what we are talking about. Why didn't you tell anyone?" Lily asked in a calmer voice.
"If that's the reason you decided that you wouldn't hate me for , you can go back to hating me. I don't need pity, especially for a lie like that." Harry snarled to his father.
"Harry!" James snapped. "I'm not bloody trying to pity you! I'm trying to hear your side! Stop pretending like you don't know what I'm talking about!" Harry shook slightly as he felt the temperature drop.
"Who tol- Simeon! He said this, didn't he! He gave you the stupid idea that I'd been ra-hurt! The SOB!" Harry hissed, betrayal seeping into his skin. "It's bullshit!"
"Harry! Please, we need to know!" Lily begged.
"I've only had sex one bloody time! I don't even remember most of it, but it wasn't ra-rape!" If Harry could beat himself up right then he would, but he had never been able to say rape without stumbling over it.
"Just tell us the truth. That's all we want. You and even put it in a pensive." Lily tried to bargain, but Harry would have none of it.
"I want out." He said in a monotone voice. "Let me out." His eyes were dull and clouded as he withdrew into the only protection he had ever had.
"Harry!" Lily moved and sat next to her son and placed a hand on his leg. Harry just stared ahead, ignoring the touch that he normally would have violently gotten away from. "Harry!" Harry was pulled into a tight embrace by his crying mother and he stayed as still as an over-grown doll.
"Lily, Lily! Calm down." James said in a strained voice. He knelt in front of his son's lap and balanced on the balls of his feet. "Harry, I want you to tell me what you know about rape." He said in a calm, but still stern voice only a father has.
"Let me out. Let go of me." Harry stated dully without struggling.
"Harry, I want you to look at me, look at me Harry." Dull green eyes looked blankly at James' face. "Now tell me what rape is."
"When someone forces someone else into sex." Harry voice said, his eyes still vacant.
"Harry, LOOK at me. No! No, LOOK at me." James said, taking Harry's face in his hands and forcing the teen to gaze at his face.
"James, just let him go. He's scared." Lily sobbed as she tore her husband away from her eldest child. The moment James let go, Harry shot up and ran out of the room, luckily picking the right one.
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Well, this is all for now. This chappie is dedicated to a friend of mine that is going through a tough time right now. That's why it got out so soon. and the reviews are at 111, thats great, i love repeating numbers just like the time 11:11 is my favorite time, i just think that it's funny.
nywayz Thanks to
Istalksiriusonweekends
Black-Rose1212
Queenbeth2
JerseyPike- but he wouldn't fit in any other house, there isn't a criteria that says that you have to have a certain ancestery to belong in a house
Kenny7
Quacjen
Fangfoot
FroBoy
Cat15
Andine- the betting was being done by simeon and harry, not miccy
athenakitty- there isn't going to be an adoption legally, harry will just watch out for the kid, like a mix between a godfather and a father.
eruve tinwen