It's been awhile since I've posted here. I now have 10 or more stories I am trying to get to- so, here's a long awaited chapter. Sorry.

NightMares

by: Mandi Bartell

"Harry, what happens in your dreams?" James asked, sitting next to Harry.

Harry was screaming off the top of his lungs to prevent himself from hearing James's voice.

"Stop it Harry! Stop it!" James shouted, grabbing Harry's wrist and pulling it away from his ear.

"YOU STOP!" Harry shouted inbetween a scream.

"What happens in your nightmares?!" James shouted, his mouth up against Harry's covered ear.

"Voldemort-has-me! Mum-tortured!" Harry shouted, covering his mouth right after the last word exited.

"Mum's being tortured? What about Credric, is he in your dreams too?" James asked.

"Yes. Yes. AW! STOP IT DAD! PLEASE! STOP!" Harry screamed, rocking and hitting his back against the door.

"Harry just calm down, calm down!" James shouted.

He didn't say anything for a few minutes. Waiting to see if Harry would stop screaming if he pretended to stop asking questions.

Harry bent forward and laid on the floor on his stomach, keeping his ears covered. His breathing was coming in gasps for air and for a second James thought he was having a heart attack or something.

"Harry? Are you okay?" James asked.

Harry shook his head. His body was shaking like a leaf hanging on a tree with it's last thread.

James pulled him up into him and rested him [Harry] against him. Harry was acting like he was hyper-ventolating.

"Breathe Harry, just breathe," James said.

Harry took in deep breaths that sounded painful. James had had no idea he would get this upset- otherwise he wouldn't of done it. He barely got any information out of Harry, at least he found out the main things of his dreams. And now he knew what Harry was experiencing at night.

Lily being tortured? That would be awful.

Harry was sobbing and James wasn't sure if he was crying or just getting his breathing back to normal.

"Get away from me!" Harry suddenly shouted, tearing from James. His face tear-streaked and blochy red. He stood up and tried to open the door again.

"Harry," James said.

"No! I hate you! I hate you! Let me out damnit!" Harry shouted.

James looked down to the floor and then bringing his wand out to magically open the door. Within a second Harry had disappeared from the room. James heard him go up the stairs and the front door slam.

"Great." James thought, his heart broken from what Harry had said.

Later that night Harry stumbled into the house. He accidently knocked over a picture frame and breaking it. He leaned over to pick it up but ended up cutting his finger. Swearing under his breath he flipped on the light to reveil his father standing in front of him with his arms crossed.

"What do you want?" Harry asked, his voice sleered and vision blurry.

"Do you have any idea what time it is? ANY idea?" James shouted.

"Nope." Harry said calmly. The events from earlier flashing through his mind, telling him he hated his father and nothing would ever change that.

James bent forward and sniffed the air.

"How many, Harry? Where were you?!" James shouted, gripping Harry's shoulder so tight it gave Harry a sharp pain.

"Get away from me. You dumbass. I don't know what you are talking about," Harry said, trying to walk around James.

"Hold it right there young man. You know actually what I'm talking about. How many joints? You're high on a muggle drug! Were you down at that one house?" James asked, referring to the house two blocks from them, where a teen girl lived and everyone knew she was a druggy and always leered in new teenagers to do drugs and drink.

"I'm not high. You are. Now move, I want to go to bed," Harry said, shoving James.

"You don't talk to me like that!" James shouted, tighting his hand around Harry's arm.

"I can talk to you whatever way I want. You're lucky I came home to this dump. Where I can't even live in private because my 'father' insists on poking his nose in where it doesn't belong!" Harry shouted.