The next few days Harry was quiet. He didn't talk to nobody. His
family was starting to worry about him. See, back when Harry was five years
old James met a woman who had a 8-year-old son named Andrew. They had been
in Harry and James's life ever since.
Now, 8-9 years later, James and the woman, Allison , were married and had two children together. A 4-year-old girl named Stephanie, and a 2-year- old girl named Tiana.
Harry and Allison had the relationship like a mother and son, but Harry was still not quite over the line, and he didn't call her 'Mom'.
"James, we got to do something about Harry," Allison said to her now- husband, James.
"What do you think we should do? I mean, he won't talk to me," James said, laying on his back on his bed.
Allison walked over and laid down next to him, laying on his chest.
"We could try... Sirius's method," Allison said slowly, knowing James didn't like what Sirius had suggested many times before.
"It's not that easy, he would hate us if we did that," James said.
Sirius had suggested James locking Harry in a room with him and forcing it out of him with truth potion. Harry wouldn't like that at all. James knew it too. Harry wasn't a person that could enjoy being in a locked room, spilling out his secrets.
"Yeah, for a little while maybe. But he'd get over it," Allison said.
James was quiet, seriously beginning to think about it. Before James would shout, "NO! NO! NO!", about the idea. But now, he was thinking it over and it may be the only think they had left to do.
"I'm going to go find Harry," James said.
"Okay." Allison said.
James found his son laying underneath the tree in their backyard. He was sprawled out with his left arm behind his head, relaxing and looking at the setting sun.
"Hey," James said, laying down next to him.
"Hey," Harry mumbled, not moving.
"Could we talk?" James asked.
"Sure," Harry said.
James paused, staring at his son. He could see the sadness in him, and the anger. No 13-year-old should have to go through what Harry did. It was too much, Harry deserved a better life.
"Harry, do you know that I care about you?" James said, leaning on his elbow.
Harry's head moved and his eyes went up to James's.
"Yeah, Dad. I do." Harry said.
James didn't say anything for a minute, Harry was still staring at him.
"Well, Harry. There is something I need to show you down in my den. Come on," James said.
He got up to his feet and put his hand out for Harry to take.
Harry took it and James pulled him up.
"What is it you need to show me?" Harry asked as he followed his dad into the house.
"Um... just wait and see." James said, his heart dropping. This was the last thing he wanted to do, but it had almost been a month and Harry was going crazy. More or less James was too.
When they got down to the den James locked he door with his wand, making Harry wonder but not dwell.
"Let's drink some butterbeer as I show you," James said. In a blink of a eye two butterbeers showed up ontop James's desk. Harry's had truth potion in it.
"Where'd you get these!" Harry asked, happy. He loved butterbeer and was ready to gulp his down.
"Um, Remus gave me a carton. I've been waiting to share them with you. Here... let me find.." James mumbled as he pretended to be looking for something.
Harry took swing of his drink and sat back in his dad's comfortable chair.
After James saw Harry had drank some he stopped looking for 'nothing'. He went around and sat ontop of his desk, in front of Harry. Harry looked up at him with a emtionless face.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
James looked down when he heard some fear in his son's voice. This wasn't meant to scare Harry, just get James informed.
"Harry, I need you to tell me your full name," James said.
Harry couldn't stop himself, "Harry James Potter."
Harry shot up, throwing his butterbeer on the floor, "You tricked me! LET ME OUT OF HERE!"
James got up too, putting his hands on Harry's shoulders. Harry covered his ears with his hands and shut his eyes really tight.
"NO! NO! Don't ask me anything! NO!" Harry screamed, getting away from James's grip.
Harry dashed over to the door and used all his strength to open it, but to no avail. He banged and pounded. Finally, he reached in his pocket to get his wand. But he found it wasn't there.
"Why are you doing this!" Harry shouted, turning to his dad.
James stood there calm and expressionless, "Relax Harry, just tell me what is bothering you."
Harry fell to the floor, pulling his knees to his chest and covering his head wih his arms. He tried with all his might to keep out the sound of James's voice, because whatever James asked he woud be forced to say.
"I KILLED HIM! MOM'S DEAD!" Harry shouted, you could tell how mad he was at himself afterwards.
James walked over to his upset son and sat down next to him, he reached and rested a hand on Harry's arm.
"How are you feeling Harry?" James asked.
Harry flipped, he was screaming to try to prevent himself from speaking, "I'm scared! He's going to get me! He's going to kill you! I'm mad at you! I'm mad at everyone! I want to die!"
Now, 8-9 years later, James and the woman, Allison , were married and had two children together. A 4-year-old girl named Stephanie, and a 2-year- old girl named Tiana.
Harry and Allison had the relationship like a mother and son, but Harry was still not quite over the line, and he didn't call her 'Mom'.
"James, we got to do something about Harry," Allison said to her now- husband, James.
"What do you think we should do? I mean, he won't talk to me," James said, laying on his back on his bed.
Allison walked over and laid down next to him, laying on his chest.
"We could try... Sirius's method," Allison said slowly, knowing James didn't like what Sirius had suggested many times before.
"It's not that easy, he would hate us if we did that," James said.
Sirius had suggested James locking Harry in a room with him and forcing it out of him with truth potion. Harry wouldn't like that at all. James knew it too. Harry wasn't a person that could enjoy being in a locked room, spilling out his secrets.
"Yeah, for a little while maybe. But he'd get over it," Allison said.
James was quiet, seriously beginning to think about it. Before James would shout, "NO! NO! NO!", about the idea. But now, he was thinking it over and it may be the only think they had left to do.
"I'm going to go find Harry," James said.
"Okay." Allison said.
James found his son laying underneath the tree in their backyard. He was sprawled out with his left arm behind his head, relaxing and looking at the setting sun.
"Hey," James said, laying down next to him.
"Hey," Harry mumbled, not moving.
"Could we talk?" James asked.
"Sure," Harry said.
James paused, staring at his son. He could see the sadness in him, and the anger. No 13-year-old should have to go through what Harry did. It was too much, Harry deserved a better life.
"Harry, do you know that I care about you?" James said, leaning on his elbow.
Harry's head moved and his eyes went up to James's.
"Yeah, Dad. I do." Harry said.
James didn't say anything for a minute, Harry was still staring at him.
"Well, Harry. There is something I need to show you down in my den. Come on," James said.
He got up to his feet and put his hand out for Harry to take.
Harry took it and James pulled him up.
"What is it you need to show me?" Harry asked as he followed his dad into the house.
"Um... just wait and see." James said, his heart dropping. This was the last thing he wanted to do, but it had almost been a month and Harry was going crazy. More or less James was too.
When they got down to the den James locked he door with his wand, making Harry wonder but not dwell.
"Let's drink some butterbeer as I show you," James said. In a blink of a eye two butterbeers showed up ontop James's desk. Harry's had truth potion in it.
"Where'd you get these!" Harry asked, happy. He loved butterbeer and was ready to gulp his down.
"Um, Remus gave me a carton. I've been waiting to share them with you. Here... let me find.." James mumbled as he pretended to be looking for something.
Harry took swing of his drink and sat back in his dad's comfortable chair.
After James saw Harry had drank some he stopped looking for 'nothing'. He went around and sat ontop of his desk, in front of Harry. Harry looked up at him with a emtionless face.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
James looked down when he heard some fear in his son's voice. This wasn't meant to scare Harry, just get James informed.
"Harry, I need you to tell me your full name," James said.
Harry couldn't stop himself, "Harry James Potter."
Harry shot up, throwing his butterbeer on the floor, "You tricked me! LET ME OUT OF HERE!"
James got up too, putting his hands on Harry's shoulders. Harry covered his ears with his hands and shut his eyes really tight.
"NO! NO! Don't ask me anything! NO!" Harry screamed, getting away from James's grip.
Harry dashed over to the door and used all his strength to open it, but to no avail. He banged and pounded. Finally, he reached in his pocket to get his wand. But he found it wasn't there.
"Why are you doing this!" Harry shouted, turning to his dad.
James stood there calm and expressionless, "Relax Harry, just tell me what is bothering you."
Harry fell to the floor, pulling his knees to his chest and covering his head wih his arms. He tried with all his might to keep out the sound of James's voice, because whatever James asked he woud be forced to say.
"I KILLED HIM! MOM'S DEAD!" Harry shouted, you could tell how mad he was at himself afterwards.
James walked over to his upset son and sat down next to him, he reached and rested a hand on Harry's arm.
"How are you feeling Harry?" James asked.
Harry flipped, he was screaming to try to prevent himself from speaking, "I'm scared! He's going to get me! He's going to kill you! I'm mad at you! I'm mad at everyone! I want to die!"