A/N: I would like to thank everyone who reviewed chapter two, THANK YOU. I
am very sorry it took so long to get this chapter out, I am hoping that the
next one won't take so long.
Someone, I think her name was Melissa, but I'm not quite sure, E-mailed me awhile ago about my story and I was never able to E-mail her back. I want to apology for that I had computer problems and lost your address. I also want to thank you; I was very flattered, that you like my story that much, but I do plan to finish it.
Family Ties
By Sukura
Chapter Three: Voices from the past
He watched,
He waited,
He planned,
It had been three days since he had seen the boy at the corner store. Three days he had been watching the Dursley's house and for three days he had been planning. The day at the shop picnic Devin had seen his son's face on that boy. On that day his life was suddenly filled with a new meaning, a new purpose. Losing his family had nearly destroyed him, but he had managed to hold onto his sanity, somewhat. When he wasn't watching the Dursley's house he would spend his time in his son's room starring at the wall and remembering a time when he was happy. These memories would always stray back to the bad ones, he would hear his son's voice, calling for him, blaming him, accusing him.
"Dad, where were you?"
"Dad, I'm scared, What's going on? Daddy please, help me, why won't you help me?"
"Dad?"
How he remembered that day, it haunted his dreams. He wanted to help his son but he couldn't move his body had betrayed him. His son was calling him, pleading to him and he was frozen, unable to move. He watched as his son's life ebbed away and all he could do was cry. Forcing those memories out of his mind he focused on his new obsession, the boy at the park. It was only a matter of time before he would have his son back with him, only a matter of time.
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Harry Potter lay on his bed, a piece of parchment laid before him just waiting to be written on. Thinking for few seconds, Harry picked up his quill and began to write.
Hey Ron,
How's it going, I'm bored stiff. There really isn't much to do here except watch Dudley eat. Can't wait until school start again. Nothing much is happening here, there are no weird dreams keeping me up. I went to a shop picnic with the Dursley's. I spent the whole day reading Hermione would be so proud of me. I did meet this strange guy earlier this week, actually I sort of ran into him. Maybe it's me, but there was something about him that made me nervous. He wanted to give me a ride home, he seem almost desperate. I told him no of course. He was probably just being nice, and it was only my imagination. Well anyway, tell your Mum and Dad hi for me.
Harry Potter
P.S. I just got a letter from padfoot, he said that he is doing fine but he can't talk much, something about it being a secret. It's too bad I can't come and visit you for the summer.
Rolling up his message, Harry got up and walked over Hedwig giving her a friendly rub of her feather, causing her to push back affectionately.
"You up to delivering this letter for me?" Harry asked.
Hedwig, wooed and flapping her wings.
"I'll take that as a yes," Harry laughed. "Could you take this letter to Ron."
Wrapping the letter to Hedwig leg, Harry opened the window and the owl took off, flying into the night. Harry smiled as he watched her go and stood there for a few minute just staring. Turning around, Harry headed to his bed, when a cold feeling of dread and forewarning crept over him. Something was going to happen and soon. Shuddering, Harry brought his hand to his forehead and touched the famous lightning mark scar.
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Voices from the past.
Sleepless, never ending nights.
Voices calling out my name.
They stalk my Dreams.
Never ending, never quiet.
Always accusing.
"This is your fault, this is all your fault. Why didn't you listen to me? They were dangerous. But you didn't listen to me, Now look at me. I'm dead because of you. You killed me, your own wife. You didn't save me and you didn't save Jamison and now you're paying the price."
"No more, please no more," Devin pleaded in his sleep to deaf ears as he twisted and turned in the back seat of his parked car. Sweat drizzled down his drawn pale face. His eyes moving rapidly back and forth behind his closed eyelids. Hands clenching and unclenching in anguish.
"Dad, Dad please."
"It's your fault that our son is dead, you killed him. You should have listen to me, why didn't you listen to me?"
"NOOOOO," Devin shouted as he bolted upright hitting his head on the ceiling of the car. Cursing quietly and rubbing his sore head. Devin's foggy mind slowly started to clear and he remembered where he was. He was parked a few houses from the Dursley's and it was dark. Checking his watch, he found that it was four o'clock in the morning. Leaning back into his seat, Devin let out a long sigh. The voices will go away. When I get my son back, he thought. Yes, they'll go away when I have my Jamison back.
My Jamison,
My sanity,
My salvation,
My son,
Making up his mind, he stepped out of his car and made his way slowly down the street to Number Four Privet Drive. Devin had come here many times before when they were asleep and would just walk around the outside of the house and peeked into the windows. He had wanted to get a good idea of the layout of the house and it's surroundings. He wanted to see if the Dursley's had any pets and to his relief they didn't. He would have preferred to break into the house in the daylight, but there had always been someone there with the family coming or going.
Going to the back door, he began to make quick work of the lock on the Dursley's door. In no time at all he was in the house. As he moved from the kitchen to the living room, he noticed the pictures on the wall. The room was covered with pictures of the Dursley's fat son. There were family pictures of the three Dursley's together, but no pictures of the boy. If he didn't know any better, he would have thought that the boy didn't even live here.
He made one last look around the living room and began to walk slowly, quietly up the stair. It took him a few minutes to find the right room; the first room he tried was the master bedroom where the Dursley's were snoring peacefully. Then he had gone to the fat boy's room whose snores could wake the dead. Then finally he had found his son's room, it was the smallest room in the house. The room was very bare, no picture on the walls, few personal item and those very worn and tired. Devin got the feeling that this room wasn't really his son's room, more of a cell or a monk's chamber.
Making his way through the room, Devin noticed the large empty cage by the window. He wondered what was kept in there. Next to the cage he saw a book, the book seemed to be the only personal item in the room. Walking over to the desk by the window, Devin picked it up, it was a plain red book with gold type on the cover, the title read: Guide to Advanced Transfiguration. What an odd name for a book, Devin thought, as he traced the gold writing. Opening the book, Devin read what was written on the inside cover, Property of Harry Potter, fourth year student at Hogwarts.
Potter !!! Devin almost dropped the book when he read that name. Turning to look at the sleeping boy, Devin stared with disbelief at him. Potter, Harry Potter, his surname was Potter. It wasn't possible, it just wasn't.
His wife's maiden name was Potter. Evelyn Laura Potter.
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This is the end of chapter three, and once again I would like to apology for the very, very long delay in getting the chapter out. I had a full load of classes, two jobs and writer's block. I am really sorry and I am hoping to get the next chapter out in two weeks.
I would like to thank my Uncle for proofreading this for me, because without him, I would never have posted it.
Someone, I think her name was Melissa, but I'm not quite sure, E-mailed me awhile ago about my story and I was never able to E-mail her back. I want to apology for that I had computer problems and lost your address. I also want to thank you; I was very flattered, that you like my story that much, but I do plan to finish it.
Family Ties
By Sukura
Chapter Three: Voices from the past
He watched,
He waited,
He planned,
It had been three days since he had seen the boy at the corner store. Three days he had been watching the Dursley's house and for three days he had been planning. The day at the shop picnic Devin had seen his son's face on that boy. On that day his life was suddenly filled with a new meaning, a new purpose. Losing his family had nearly destroyed him, but he had managed to hold onto his sanity, somewhat. When he wasn't watching the Dursley's house he would spend his time in his son's room starring at the wall and remembering a time when he was happy. These memories would always stray back to the bad ones, he would hear his son's voice, calling for him, blaming him, accusing him.
"Dad, where were you?"
"Dad, I'm scared, What's going on? Daddy please, help me, why won't you help me?"
"Dad?"
How he remembered that day, it haunted his dreams. He wanted to help his son but he couldn't move his body had betrayed him. His son was calling him, pleading to him and he was frozen, unable to move. He watched as his son's life ebbed away and all he could do was cry. Forcing those memories out of his mind he focused on his new obsession, the boy at the park. It was only a matter of time before he would have his son back with him, only a matter of time.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Harry Potter lay on his bed, a piece of parchment laid before him just waiting to be written on. Thinking for few seconds, Harry picked up his quill and began to write.
Hey Ron,
How's it going, I'm bored stiff. There really isn't much to do here except watch Dudley eat. Can't wait until school start again. Nothing much is happening here, there are no weird dreams keeping me up. I went to a shop picnic with the Dursley's. I spent the whole day reading Hermione would be so proud of me. I did meet this strange guy earlier this week, actually I sort of ran into him. Maybe it's me, but there was something about him that made me nervous. He wanted to give me a ride home, he seem almost desperate. I told him no of course. He was probably just being nice, and it was only my imagination. Well anyway, tell your Mum and Dad hi for me.
Harry Potter
P.S. I just got a letter from padfoot, he said that he is doing fine but he can't talk much, something about it being a secret. It's too bad I can't come and visit you for the summer.
Rolling up his message, Harry got up and walked over Hedwig giving her a friendly rub of her feather, causing her to push back affectionately.
"You up to delivering this letter for me?" Harry asked.
Hedwig, wooed and flapping her wings.
"I'll take that as a yes," Harry laughed. "Could you take this letter to Ron."
Wrapping the letter to Hedwig leg, Harry opened the window and the owl took off, flying into the night. Harry smiled as he watched her go and stood there for a few minute just staring. Turning around, Harry headed to his bed, when a cold feeling of dread and forewarning crept over him. Something was going to happen and soon. Shuddering, Harry brought his hand to his forehead and touched the famous lightning mark scar.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Voices from the past.
Sleepless, never ending nights.
Voices calling out my name.
They stalk my Dreams.
Never ending, never quiet.
Always accusing.
"This is your fault, this is all your fault. Why didn't you listen to me? They were dangerous. But you didn't listen to me, Now look at me. I'm dead because of you. You killed me, your own wife. You didn't save me and you didn't save Jamison and now you're paying the price."
"No more, please no more," Devin pleaded in his sleep to deaf ears as he twisted and turned in the back seat of his parked car. Sweat drizzled down his drawn pale face. His eyes moving rapidly back and forth behind his closed eyelids. Hands clenching and unclenching in anguish.
"Dad, Dad please."
"It's your fault that our son is dead, you killed him. You should have listen to me, why didn't you listen to me?"
"NOOOOO," Devin shouted as he bolted upright hitting his head on the ceiling of the car. Cursing quietly and rubbing his sore head. Devin's foggy mind slowly started to clear and he remembered where he was. He was parked a few houses from the Dursley's and it was dark. Checking his watch, he found that it was four o'clock in the morning. Leaning back into his seat, Devin let out a long sigh. The voices will go away. When I get my son back, he thought. Yes, they'll go away when I have my Jamison back.
My Jamison,
My sanity,
My salvation,
My son,
Making up his mind, he stepped out of his car and made his way slowly down the street to Number Four Privet Drive. Devin had come here many times before when they were asleep and would just walk around the outside of the house and peeked into the windows. He had wanted to get a good idea of the layout of the house and it's surroundings. He wanted to see if the Dursley's had any pets and to his relief they didn't. He would have preferred to break into the house in the daylight, but there had always been someone there with the family coming or going.
Going to the back door, he began to make quick work of the lock on the Dursley's door. In no time at all he was in the house. As he moved from the kitchen to the living room, he noticed the pictures on the wall. The room was covered with pictures of the Dursley's fat son. There were family pictures of the three Dursley's together, but no pictures of the boy. If he didn't know any better, he would have thought that the boy didn't even live here.
He made one last look around the living room and began to walk slowly, quietly up the stair. It took him a few minutes to find the right room; the first room he tried was the master bedroom where the Dursley's were snoring peacefully. Then he had gone to the fat boy's room whose snores could wake the dead. Then finally he had found his son's room, it was the smallest room in the house. The room was very bare, no picture on the walls, few personal item and those very worn and tired. Devin got the feeling that this room wasn't really his son's room, more of a cell or a monk's chamber.
Making his way through the room, Devin noticed the large empty cage by the window. He wondered what was kept in there. Next to the cage he saw a book, the book seemed to be the only personal item in the room. Walking over to the desk by the window, Devin picked it up, it was a plain red book with gold type on the cover, the title read: Guide to Advanced Transfiguration. What an odd name for a book, Devin thought, as he traced the gold writing. Opening the book, Devin read what was written on the inside cover, Property of Harry Potter, fourth year student at Hogwarts.
Potter !!! Devin almost dropped the book when he read that name. Turning to look at the sleeping boy, Devin stared with disbelief at him. Potter, Harry Potter, his surname was Potter. It wasn't possible, it just wasn't.
His wife's maiden name was Potter. Evelyn Laura Potter.
~~~~~~~~
This is the end of chapter three, and once again I would like to apology for the very, very long delay in getting the chapter out. I had a full load of classes, two jobs and writer's block. I am really sorry and I am hoping to get the next chapter out in two weeks.
I would like to thank my Uncle for proofreading this for me, because without him, I would never have posted it.