Straighten me Out

By: snowborder8807

Tossing and turning in his bed, Harry yelled out in pain as his nightmare became real.

"Stop that! STOP!" Harry shouted, falling to the ground in a heap as his shirt was ripped and a black mist of a person got on top of him and tore at his back like a wild animal.

"GET OFF ME! GET OFF! GET OFF!" Harry shouted. Harry crawled over the grass and found he had went right into a trap. The grass ended and became a steep cliff that Harry couldn't see the bottom of.

The thing started pushing Harry in attempt to get him to fall over the edge. Harry fought it but it was no use.

"AW! AWWW!" Harry shouted, landing hard on the floor in a heap of blankets. Pain surging through his back. He got up quickly, brushing the blankets off him and feeling around to make sure he had woken up and that he wasn't still dreaming.

Breathing heavily and feeling like he was going to pass out, Harry left the room. Taking off his shirt as he went in attempt to cool down.

Harry sat in a heavy arm chair in the Gryffindor common room. Once the back of the chair hit his back he yelled out and tried to look behind him. Only to start to panic when he saw red marks looking like they wanted to burst open and start to bleed. He could feel pressure in them, as if he was going to bruise.

Paranoid that someone might see he hurried to put his shirt back on.

"Oh my god. Oh my god. What's going on!" Harry thought, throwing his hands through his hair, not knowing what he should do. Actually he knew what he should do. Go tell Sirius, but that was the last thing he wanted to do.

Five minutes later, though, Harry go up and left the Gryffindor common room and disturbed the Fat Lady.

"What are you doing up this time a night? The headmaster wanted me to report to him when you leave the boughts of your house dorms."

"Go ahead. I'm sure he won't be surprised," Harry mumbled and headed down the hall to where he knew Sirius would be. But then he got a second thought. Remembering what he had seen on the map. This was his chance to go see if his father were really there. And he wouldn't get caught because he, if he really was there, would be asleep.

Turning around and going the opposite direction Harry found himself staring at the floor as he walked. His feet growing numb with cold from the stone floor.

Boom! Harry fell backwards hard, landing with a boom on the floor. He looked up to see who or what he ran into to find a tall dark haired man with glasses standing there. Looking a little surprised himself to see Harry.

Not daring to say a word the man backed up a little, giving Harry more space. Harry wouldn't take his eyes off him, but in a split second decision he got up and tore off. Running fast and not looking back. His heart racing.

He heard the man running after him, shouting, "Stop, Harry! Please!" Harry refused. Hardly being able to breathe he made it to the fat lady before the man caught up to him, grabbing his arm.

"GET OFF OF ME!" Harry shouted, shaking the man off. The man let go instantly and let Harry go inside the portrait while he stood outside it. The Fat Lady staring at him, shaking her head.

"That wasn't the way of doing it." she said.

James looked up at her, "Doing what? I didn't do anything yet,"

"Well you can't just let him go now. Or you two will never find a way to do it," The Fat Lady said, in a 'matter-of-fact' way.

James pretended as if he didn't hear her and asked for her to open the portrait. She did after a while of her telling him what he should say and him totally ignoring her.

Walking up the staircase slowly James wasn't sure of what he was going to do. All he knew was he deeply wanted to be able to spend time with his son. His little baby who could barely run strait the last time he had seen him in person.

Putting his ear to the door James couldn't hear anything. He opened it and saw across the room to where Harry was sitting in the window. Keeping his face to the side so James couldn't make out any kind of expression of feeling.

James sat down on the nearest bed and waited for Harry to say something or even look at him for a second. But that time never came and Harry continued to ignore him. James couldn't blame him though. It wouldn't be easy to talk to a person who had been dead for most of their life.

"Harry?" James asked quietly. Daring to make the first move he didn't want his son any more uncomfortable with him.

Harry didn't say anything, just bit his lip. After all those years of wishing his father would be here to call out his name and all those years it never came true. Why now? Why James and not his mom? Why did anything happen!

"Leave me alone." Harry said, his voice quivering, threatening to break and let Harry get as upset on the outside as he felt on the inside.

"I'm your father. I can't leave you alone now."

"Why now? Why now huh? You're not my father! You can't be! HE'S DEAD!" Harry shouted, jumping down from the window and looking over James, who had stood up himself.

"I was dead, but I'm not anymore. I can't tell you why. I don't know why. If I could tell you I would. But I am never going to leave you alone," James said, walking a little towards Harry.

"STAY AWAY!" Harry shouted, putting up one of his hands.

"Harry, please. I need you, same as you need me. We're like a team,"

"NO! I DON'T NEED YOU! I DON'T NEED ANYONE! I HAVE NEVER BEEN ON ANY TEAM! IT'S BEEN ME! AND ONLY ME!" Harry shouted off the top of his lungs. He was glad it was mostly dark in the room because he had started crying and he didn't want James to see that.

James was shaking his head. Feeling himself become overwhelmed with emotions just like the day Harry was born. He walked all the way over to Harry and put his arms around him. Harry fought like mad to get away but James was stronger.

"It's okay, Harry. It's not only you anymore," James said softly into his son's ear.

Harry wouldn't take it. He was going mad. But whatever he did his 'father' wouldn't let go. After 10 minutes of fighting, yelling and threatening Harry gave up. His body slowly relaxed in James's arms. He brought his hand up to James's chest and felt the heart beat of his dad, who's breathing was rapid making Harry go into a fresh wave of tears. This time he was loud about it and his sobs were so loud Sirius probably heard him.

James kept whispering, "It's going to be okay, buddy. I promise. It's going to be okay. I love you," rubbing Harry's back.. Right after Harry took a quivering breath James noticed the skin under Harry's shirt. It was red and looked like it bruising.

Not wanting to disturb Harry at the point where he was starting to calm down James didn't say anything about it.

As Harry started to fall asleep he didn't say another word to James. It was almost like he thought he was dreaming and he wanted to suck in the moment as long as he could before it all went away.

James watched as Harry struggled to fall asleep. He didn't know if Harry was doing it on purpose or not. Maybe it had to do with his back. All he knew, though, was he wasn't going to ask Harry right then. The next day he would most likely. If their relationship was semi okay by then.

"Let's get up on the bed," James whispered softly in Harry's ear. Harry's eyes were half open as he was on the verge of letting go and falling into a dreamland of which he hated.

Hardly moving himself Harry got up on the bed with some of James's help.

"It's okay. Just go to sleep. Don't worry about anything." James said gently, kneeling beside the bed and holding Harry's hand tightly.

"Just close your eyes, you'll fall asleep," James said, thinking he was talking to his 1-year-old and not his almost-15-year-old.

Again it is a little short. But I am working up on getting longer chapters. Thanks for understanding.

coming soon: "Sleeping Beatings"