Author: J.E.A.R.K.Potter
Rating: R
A/N: This is a very important chapter the turning point in the story.
Chapter Three: Angel
James had been sitting there for an hour listening to the adults talk and trying to ignore Lily who wanted him to play. He finally got up and left the sitting room. While James was walking up the stairs to his room on the third floor he heard Tom excuse himself. James heart speed up, please don't let him follow me he screamed in his mind.
It had started when James had liked Tom along with his parents. But he heard something he wasn't suppose to hear, he heard Tom talking to someone about killing some people, and the person had called him Voldemort or something unpronounceable like that.
Tom had seen him and did a spell that hurt worse that anything he had ever felt. Now to keep him quiet about what he had overheard Tom did that spell whenever he caught him alone.
He started to run but the footsteps came closer and closer. He couldn't escape and both he and Tom knew it. But it wouldn't hurt to try and it would if he didn't.
James ran onto the landing and tripped. He landed flat on his face and the footsteps stopped right behind him. Though he was trying really hard not to cry his eyes glazed over with tears. It would make it much worse than it already was if he cried. James remembered the time he had broken down to tears all to well.
It had been the second time that spell had been used on him. The pain had been too much and he had broken down. Tom hadn't liked it, not that he liked him any ways. "What is it boy? Does this hurt?" Tom had said mockingly, "Gryffindor was always the weakest of the founders I guess it passed down the generations." Then it seemed he made the curse worse than it was before.
Back in the present James clamped his eyes shut as he was rolled over.
"Well what do we have here? The young Gryffindor heir all alone and no one will hear him scream.
So began again that curse that he didn't the name of but still hurt as thought someone was tearing him apart. But that was the thing it didn't hurt much as it used to. Was he building up resistance or was it just that he felt he was no longer in his body when it happen.
And what he had been waiting for, the calming black, took over and he knew no more.
His eyes opened again but everything was blurry. Where were his glasses? Soon he realized someone was hovering over him. At first he thought it was Tom, but he saw that this person was shorter and had red hair. Was it an angel? With out his knowledge he muttered the last word. Had the black finally taken him to the next world?
The angel responded to his mutter, "no silly my name is Lily 'member." Lily, was this Tom's niece? The angel with red hair gave him his glasses. He returned them to their rightful place and looked at her, Lily, the red angel.
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