AN – Wey chapter 11 lol do I say that at the beginning of every chapter? Oh well. It's here and that's all that counts. Thanx to all those who reviewed.
"You can't leave"
"I have to"
"No you don't stay here with your family, where you belong!"
"I wish I could Sheila I really do but I can't"
Dean stirred. He felt a hand stroke his hair.
"Look at him. How can you leave him, your son? How can you leave Dean"
"Sheila I don't want to leave you and I certainly don't want to leave Dean but if it's the only way of keeping you safe then it's what I have to do"
Dean opened his eyes. Unlike Harry, Dean immediately knew where he was. He was at home with his mother and father. The night his father left them for good.
Dean couldn't remember his father leaving and he had never been told the story. He had asked, once or twice when he was younger but had caught on quickly that it was a touchy subject with his mother and had never asked again. All he knew was that when he was barely a year old his father had walked out the front door and never returned.
Why was he here? He had no idea. The last thing he remembered was falling towards the ground and hitting it hard. He had bin in mid air quite high up along with his friends and housemates they hadn't thought about what would happen when they killed Voldemort. He guessed they had assumed they'd be left in mid air and someone would have to use a counter curse to let them down. Apparently not. As soon as the caster died so did the curse.
He looked around him. He was laid in his mothers' arms. Ordinarily he would have found this quite strange but weirder things had happened to him. He figured that considering this was the night his father left he was the age he had been when he did. Only he had all his 16-year-old memories. It was quite confusing really.
He continued to look round his eyes fell on his father. He had only ever seen a picture of him. His mother had removed all the ones that had been hanging around the walls and sitting on the mantle after he had left and hidden them somewhere. Dean had found one in her bedside table drawer when he had been looking for his birthday present.
This was the only time he had seen him in the flesh. That he could remember of course.
The picture he had seen showed his father, whom Dean resembled considerably; with his arm around his mother she was smiling and in her arms was a baby Dean. It had been taken not long after his birth. His father was looking down at him. Pride shining through his eyes.
The only thing he knew about his father was that he loved him. His mother had told him so when he had asked why he had left the first time.
All you need to know is that you meant the world to your daddy. He loved you very much.
If he had loved him so much where had he been all his life? Why had he left?
Dean looked at his father taking everything in. When his mother spoke again. Dean detected the panic and pleading in her voice.
"Please Robert you can't leave us. We need you. Dean needs you."
Dean doesn't need him he thought to himself as he had difficulty saying it Dean did just fine without him thank you very much.
Dean didn't know where the hostility was coming from. All his life he had wished his father would walk back into his life. Now he was here he found himself full of anger. His father seemed like he genuinely didn't want to leave. He appeared to really love his mother and when he found himself taken from his mothers' arms and held in those of his father, he saw how much pain this was causing him.
Sowhy didn't he just stay?
"Dean your gonna grow up in a house full of love and security. Your gonna be a very talented wizard and I'm gonna be so proud of you. I wish I could stay I really do but I have to keep you safe. This is the only way I can think of"
Dean felt the tears forming in his eyes and watched them trickle down his fathers cheeks.
Wait a minute did he say wizard?"Robert we can go in to hiding like Lily and James Potter. James doesn't think leaving will save Harry so why do you think it will save Dean?"
Lily . . . James . . . Harry . . . what did the Potters have to do with his father leaving?
Dean was getting confused he hadn't found out he was a wizard until he was 11 and due to start Hogwarts. He'd came down to breakfast one morning to find a letter addressed to himself on the kitchen table by his breakfast. His mother was making a cup of tea. He opened it and found the acceptance letter showing it to his mother she had smiled and nodded.
Why hadn't he thought this was strange earlier? Why had his mother smiled and nodded? Surely she wouldn't have believed it to be true and just taken it for a joke. His mother was a muggle.
And how did they know Lily and James Potter? They were wizards who lived in the wizarding world. Something wasn't quite right. His father said he was going to make him proud by becoming a talented wizard.
His father was a wizard.
But what was he protecting him from?
Then it dawned on him. Voldemort. Who else?
"Sheila you-know-who isn't after Dean he is after Harry. That is why the Potters have gone in to hiding. And we could but I don't want Dean to grow up looking over his shoulder wondering where you-know-is and if he's going to attack. I don't want him to be worried that the kid he hangs out with at school could be on you-know-whos side. I don't want him not to be able to trust anyone. Sheila I want him to have a happy and safe childhood. He can't have that until this is all over."
"But when will this all be over?" Deans mother whispered
"Soon. I promise. Our side is getting stronger and stronger we'll be able to beat him back and I'll be home before you know it.
He drew his wife in close. It reminded Dean of the photo in his mothers draw only he was in his Fathers arms.
His father let his wife go and held his son close. "I love you Dean" he whispered pressing Dean's face against his own. "I'll always love you. I'll miss you. But I'll be home soon don't you worry. Make daddy proud Dean" he kissed his cheek and laid him down in his cradle.
Dean sat himself up and watched as his father held his mother tightly. He knew he didn't want to let go but after a few minutes he had to. As they pulled apart Dean could see tears in each of their eyes.
"Stay safe Robert" his mother whispered
"I'll try," he said smiling down at her. He leant in and kissed her. Pulling away again he picked up a bag that was lying on the sofa.
"Don't worry. I'll be home soon"
He keeps saying that. Dean thought to himself why wasn't he?
"I've denied Voldemort this long and I'll keep denying him till we win"
Dean watched as his Mother and Father walked towards the door. He watched them hug one last time and then he was gone.
His mother waved sadly then closed the door reluctantly, to keep out the cold night air.
"He'll be ok Dean," she said coming to stand over his cradle. "He's doing this for us. You'll understand when you're older. You're daddy had to go into hiding so Voldemort wouldn't find us. He'll be . . . "
But what he'd be Dean didn't find out as just as the words had left his mothers lips there was a loud crash outside.
Deans mothers head jerked upwards as bright green light lit up the dimly lit sitting room.
Loud merciless laughter filled the sitting room. Dean was sure he had heard it before. There was a deafening explosion and a spine-chilling scream. Then silence.
"No" his mother whispered "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"
Dean watched as she ran from the sitting room. He felt the icy wind seep through, after she wrenched the door open and heard her heartbreaking scream once she was outside.
What was going on? Dean heard his mothers sobbing
"Some one call the police. And an Ambulance." He heard his neighbour shouting instructions to some one. They must of come to see what all the noise was about.
"Who would do such a thing Sheila?"
"Voldemort" he heard his mother choke out the words he heard his mothers wailing.
Make it stop he thought trying to block out the noise make the pain go away
Dean felt like a part of him was missing. What was going on? He began to cry.
He cried and cried and cried. He heard the sound of sirens and saw them flashing as they came to a halt outside his house.
"Mummy" he wailed
"You stay here and talk to the police Marty. I'll take Sheila inside and see to Dean" he heard his neighbour say to her husband
"ROBERT" he heard his mother yell.
Everything clicked in to place. Deans father had left because Voldemort was after him. He left to protect his family. His father was a wizard. He promised he'd be back but never did return because no more than 5 minutes out his front door he was met with a green light and a laugh that made his blood run cold. Meaning only one thing.
Deans father was dead. Murdered. By the man he was trying to save his family from.
Dean cried louder as his neighbour laid his mother on the sofa. He cried louder still when she picked him up and tried to soothe him.
"Daddy" he cried
"Shhhh Dean it's ok" his neighbour tried to reassure him.
"Daaaaady" but Dean knew things weren't ok Voldemort had taken his father away from him.
He continued to cry out.
"Dad" he yelled for everyone to hear.
"Dean wake up son"
"DAD"
"Dean your ok wake up"
"DAD"
"Dean I'm home now"
Dean opened his eyes
AN – Another chapter complete. Wey. Let me know what you thought. You're opinions mean a lot to me lol they help so much. Deans parents names were never mentioned so like Hermiones I had to make em up. I'll be doing that a lot. Just so you know. Well until next time. Make sure you review.