I Have a Feeling
Chapter Two: Apologies
James moped around his house for the rest of the day. When Molly used the Floo Network to contact him, she brought Harry back. She said nothing while she set Harry on the chair near the fire. She waved goodbye and went back to the Burrow. Harry was silent. James looked over at him. Harry stood up and ran up to his room. James was about to say something, but decided against it. He waited until he thought Harry was ready for bed. James went up to his son's room.
"Harry?" he asked, knocking on the door. James pushed the door open, and stepped inside. He sat down on Harry's bed. Harry was facing the wall. "Harry, can I talk to you for a minute?" James said softly. Harry coughed, and then shook his head.
"I don't want you to talk to me anymore," he said. James felt hurt, but he understood why Harry wouldn't want to talk to him. "Harry, I'm---" Harry sat up. "No, you're not," he interrupted. "And I just told you I don't want you talking to me anymore. Go find another girlfriend; maybe then you won't be such a jerk." Harry left the room and went to go hide in the closet downstairs.
James sighed. "So much for that," he muttered. "Good job, James... gets pissed off at poor Harry and now he's pissed off... I see where he gets it." James ran a hand through his dark hair, and then lay down on the bed. "What am I going to do now?" he said to no one.
Hours later, James went downstairs to go find Harry, afraid that he could hurt himself if he was alone, but then again, knew he couldn't get in trouble because Harry was usually cautious about certain things. "Harry? Harry? Where'd you go...?" James muttered to himself. James opened all the cupboards, doors, and closets. When he finally opened the last closet, James found Harry curled up in a ball in the corner, sleeping. James grinned sadly. "Poor kid," he whispered. James scooped up Harry and carried him upstairs. "Goodnight, Harry," he said quietly, pulling the blankets over his son's shoulders. James clicked off the light and then closed the door for the most part.
"It'll be better someday..." James muttered.
When Harry woke up the next day, he stretched as much as his little body would let him and then got dressed. He looked outside. There were partial clouds, and a little bit of sun. But there was a little bit of rain, but not a lot. It was only enough to where the trees in the yard were freshened with the morning rain. Harry coughed.
He went downstairs and sat on the couch. James sat down next to him. "Harry, I don't care if you want me to talk to you or not; this has to happen or Sirius is gonna kill me," he said quickly. "Before we go to Molly's, I want you to know that I'm really sorry about saying that I wish that your mother wasn't the one who died, and I'm sorry if I've been an ass lately. It's just that... well, with your mother's death and everything... things have been hard. I'm under a lot of stress right now, and I'm trying to raise you single-handedly, but without Molly, you probably wouldn't be able to live much longer. I'm trying to do the best I can. But it's kind of hard when I've got an energetic seven-year-old. Well, since we're both ready to go, let's go." When James finished, he apparated to Molly's.
When they got to Molly's, Molly kissed Harry's forehead. "How're you doing today, dear?" she asked. Harry grinned. "Fine," he answered in a squeaky voice. "How about you?" he asked. Molly shrugged. "Better, now that Ron's not ill anymore," she said. Harry grinned broadly. "He's in his room," Molly said.
Harry ran upstairs to Ron's room.
James grinned as he watched him go. "Have a nice day, Molly," James said, as he exited.
"Harry, I was sick yesterday!" Ron said, almost as though it were a good thing. "I know!" Harry said, in the same tone. "So..." Harry said quietly. "What do you wanna do now that you're not sick?" The two boys thought about their future activities for a while.
"I know!" Ron said suddenly. "We can get sick... again!" The two friends celebrated as they ran outside into the mud that was in Molly's garden. Sure enough, the next day, both of them came down with colds. Molly sighed. "Of course..." she muttered. "They're always so sick."
Molly nursed them back to health and within four days, they were feeling better again. Harry had it worse, because he'd been vomiting about eight times an hour, while Ron was only vomiting three times an hour. Molly kept count. She was planning on nursing them the Muggle way, but when they started vomiting, she used her magic, and they were all healed. Harry and Ron decided not to get sick for a while. Their throats were still burning from the stomach acid.
"That'll teach them," Molly said when Harry came back to the Burrow, good as new. The two boys decided that they'd rather hang around help Molly and throw things at Ginny.
Ron picked up a pillow and tossed it at his sister. Ginny started crying. Harry and Ron ran out of the room, laughing hysterically. Ginny ran out of her room to her mother, but on the way down the stairs, Ron hit her with another pillow. Luckily, Harry was at the bottom of the stairs. Ginny was 'caught' by Harry before she could get injured. "Nice catch, Harry! Now throw her back up here so we can do it again!" Ron joked. Ginny hugged Harry, but was still crying, and ran to her mother. Harry and Ron sighed, and they headed back up to Ron's room.
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IN THE NEXT CHAPTER, WE ALL LEARN ABOUT JAMES'S SECRET!!!