Question Marks For All Chapter 16: Well, Here I go, a harry potter fanfic

My father comes out of the suitcase that the boggart was lodged in. Walking toward me. Make it stop. How? What was the word? He's coming closer. I fall onto my back and creep backwards on my hands. He leans over me, my toes curl.

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"What? I knew it!" James said under his breath.

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It's not turning to James at the worst part. It's really happening. Where's the safety. Where's my escape. Fear. Fear. That's what it wants. That's what it needs.

"Ridiculous. Ridiculous. Ridiculous. Ridiculous. Ridiculous. Ridiculous"

Why isn't it working? Get off me. Why doesn't anyone stop it? I'm hyperventilating. Stop it. Daddy get off me! Daddy get off me. Out of mind, out of body, out of spirit. That's what the lady said to do in this situation right? Out of body, out of spirit, out of mind.

"RIDICULOUS!! Oh help me, help me, help me. Somebody help me!"

"RIDUKKULUS!!!!!!!!"

My father disappears and now James is sitting over top of me wide eyed and smacking my face. He somehow gets water and pours it on me. Its freezing and I jolt upward into his head.

Professor Tonto walks into the room drying his hand. Apparently he had taken the opportunity to go to the bathroom.

"What is the meaning of this James?"

"Sorry professor it just that her d—"

"A dead worm knocked me out, and I had some trouble saying that charm thing. I said it the American muggle way. It didn't work, and I could have been eaten."

"Well, thirty points to James and ten points away from you, you can't even defeat a boggart!"

"We'll finish this tomorrow, class dismissed. I'm disgusted at all of you."

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I walk away as fast as possible, but do not go to dinner or to the common room. The dreams were supposed to have gone away. They sure have lowered. Why can't I be a normal girl with fears of rejection, or bird poop, or worms?

A black dog runs past me and barks. There is a slight rustle in the corner up ahead. No way, no how is somebody going to trick me with silly string or jelly legs again. Just keep walking and tackle if necessary. I have a destination to go to. I am going to my pad on the sixth floor. I discovered it in second year and now it is my apartment that I throw wild and exclusive parties at. Well, no actually, but it is fully equipped to.

I walk past the corner and a leg pops out and trips me. I fall and cover my head just in time.

"What the fuck was that for you ass?" I say to the figure, which apparently has an Abraham Lincoln mask on.

"You wouldn't have stopped if—"

"You could have just friggin called my name. I'm trying to walk here and you have the feeling you need to talk to me, so you trip me on hard stone floor?! Just say my name next time! Who the hell are you anyway?"

The person pulls off his Abraham Lincoln mask and reveals his true identity. James. He smiles guiltily and pulls a band-aid from his back pocket and puts it on my elbow.

"Sorry, I just need to talk to you really badly and um as soon as possible. I was just worried that you wouldn't talk to me."

"Fine, come with me, and was that your dog?" I ask with rage still in my voice.

"YesNo wait!"

"You know what, I'm not even going to ask. Is this really urgent, because I had a hard day, and I'm on the verge of breakdown here."

"Yeah I think for your sake, it is urgent."

"Alright, is this a private conversation?"

"Yeah?..."

"I need you to swear on your life and everybody around that you will not tell about this location."

"I'm not so big about swearing on my life and avoid it if at all possible."

"Ok then, swear on the quidditch season's success. You are the best chaser in the history of Hogwarts...right?" I say in a mean, sarcastic, hurried voice.

"That's cruel!"

"Fine then, I know that you're cocky and willing to swear on the quidditch season, or at least your success on the field."

"I don't like where this is going. Can't it be something different?"

"Fine, sleep with Caroline Midgen."

"UH! I—that's—this is an outrage and completely horrible! She's got acne!"

"Fine, pick one, sleep with Caroline Midgen, swear on life and everyone around you, swear on you quidditch success, or not go to my spot. And by the way, I picked her because you gate her, not because of her acne you shallow little twit. Now, if you'll excuse me."

"Fine! Wait, I'll sleep with Caroline Midgen if I told. This is to be completely secret though!"

"Come on. Don't waste my time, and I reserve the right to kick you in the nuts whenever I feel the need to or please," I say in a monotone voice.

"What's her problem?" James muttered under her breath, then suddenly thinking of the very obvious reason why she was alone, not eating dinner, and completely pissed/depressed.

I lead him to my pad and let him in, it's painted so that it changes colours according to my mood. It's rather cool. Everything in the pad is made to change according to my mood, needs, and capacity. At the moment it has chocolate, butterbeer, apple juice; comfy pajamas lay out on a cushy couch and the walls are a deep red almost black.

"What was it that you wanted?" I ask as I take out sheets of paper, pens, and a box of tissues.

"Are you alright?"

"Do I look alright?"

"Ummmmm....."

"I thought so."

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I've been avoiding my feeling for too long. I hardly ever let out. I have really been letting my guard lately though. I didn't always even cry when I was a baby. Besides, few people actually really want to help you. Shrinks are paid to care, parents tell every person they see. Friends, well, not all are bad but, I've been burned enough times, even the ones you can trust tell everything to their parents, telling your life is fine with me, but my secrets are for you, not your parents. I hate this, but James really does seem to care, unless he just is trying to get in my pants and a good round of third base. Can I trust him? No one is to be completely trusted. Maybe I should just open my mouth.