Stolen Innocence
Chapter 7
The Seer
Harry stayed in the library for over an hour, just feeling safer in the presence of things that had belonged to Brian. When he left the library, he had closed himself off even more. Blaise was sitting on Harry's bed and munching on a roll. There was a plate in front of her and another on the nightstand.
"Feeling better?" She asked. Harry shrugged. Blaise nodded and they both ate their food. "Well, as you know, Tyler is sleeping with us. Your parents and Markus are sleeping in that bed over there. Iria and Remus are staying on the couches in the sitting room. The Blacks are sleeping in one bed in the second room and the other three are staying in the other bed." She said when they finished eating.
"Are you ready for bed?" Harry asked.
"Sure, but turn around so I can get changed." She said. House elves had put clothes in the room for all of the visitors. Harry nodded and got out a pair of pajama bottoms. He changed quickly and turned just as Blaise was putting her small nightshirt on. She was wearing short night shorts and a spaghetti strap shirt, without a bra. That meant that when Harry had turned, he had gotten a nice view of her chest. "Harry!" She screeched after she had pulled her shirt down and could see him looking at her.
"It isn't like it's anything I haven't seen before." He said.
"It was an accident then, too!" She pouted. Harry kissed her softly and she pulled his head in for a deeper kiss. Harry settled down on the bed and Blaise curled in right next to him. They fell asleep with Blaise's head on his chest and one of her arms around his stomach. He had an arm around her waist and another by his side.
Harry woke up in the middle of the night to whimpering. He opened his eyes tiredly and turned his head to see a small head next to his and small whimpers coming from it. Harry reached his free hand over and ran it through his youngest brother's hair. He couldn't remember ever being comforted from a nightmare so he just did the first thing that came to mind. Tyler turned in his sleep and grabbed Harry's hand with both of his hands and arms. Harry could see the troubled face ease and it looked like Tyler fell into a deep sleep. Harry fell back asleep soon after.
Harry woke again to someone kissing him. Green eyes shot open to meet his girlfriend's cunning blue eyes. He felt Blaise straddling his waist and running warm hands across his chest. She kissed him deeply and while they were in the middle of the kiss, something squeezed his forearm and he remembered who was in the room, in the bed even.
"Blaise." He gasped as she touched a sensitive spot. "Blaise, Tyler's right next to me. My parents are just over there." Harry groaned slightly as she moved against him, he was a teenage boy after all.
"Don't worry. We aren't doing anything." She said before lowering her head and kissing Harry's bare chest.
"Not now, please." Harry's voice strained as his mind screamed for him to give in and kiss her.
"Oh, fine." Blaise whined and practically collapsed on her boyfriend. Harry let out a grunt as the air was forced out of him. "Hey Harry?" She asked quietly.
"Hm?"
"What do you think it's like?" Harry laughed silently to her question. "I'm serious. Parkinson was telling Bulstrode that it was great and that she couldn't believe that Bulstrode hadn't done it already." She said, breathing lightly one Harry's chest.
"Well, I'm not sure. No one's ever really talked to me about it. I just know what I hear in the dorms, but that doesn't really tell me anything. I know what goes where and I heard a bit about what it feels like." Harry said quietly, rubbing Blaise's back lightly. "But I don't have to know; this is just fine with me."
"Oh? Well I could move." Blaise joked, pushing herself up. Harry's arm tightened and pulled her down. Blaise let out a short squeal as she lost balance.
"Be quiet over there." Lily whispered harshly from the other bed.
"She, don't make so much noise or I'll banish you to wherever Malfoy is when it's time for our next walk." Blaise scolded with a grin on her face.
"Well, we can just go and talk in the bathroom if you can get Tyler to let go of my arm." Harry told her.
"When she gets pregnant, you're out of the house and disowned." Lily snapped.
"She's not a slut." Harry spat. "Stay out of our conversations."
"H'rry?" Tyler's tired voice asked. Harry looked down at his younger brother. "What's the green light?" He mumbled. Harry froze.
"It's nothing Tyler." He said before slipping out of bed, as his brother had loosened his hold on his arm and Blaise had gone into the bathroom to get ready for the day. He quickly walked out of the room and ran into Orion. "Sorry." Harry muttered before ducking away from him. A weak hand grabbed his arm and Harry looked up at the man hesitantly.
"Hold still." The ex-convict muttered before he lifted Harry's bangs, exposing his forehead. "You have the scar; it practically radiates dark magic." He said.
"What are you talking about?" Harry asked.
"The aura from the killing curse, it hasn't faded much." Orion explained. Harry just looked at him in confusion.
"I don't understand." Harry said.
"If you look for it, you can still feel the dark magic that created your scar." Orion explained. "Why didn't anyone notice, even after being in Azkaban for 12 years, I still know how to feel dark auras." Orion's face showed worry and concern, for whom, Harry didn't know.
"They don't care. I'm fine with it. It's just the way things are." Harry said. He found that if he said something enough times, he would begin to believe it, a bit.
"But by letting them think Iria did it, you might be sending her to her death." Howie's voice came from next to Harry, making the teen jump. Harry's eyes widened and his face paled when he thought about what Howie had said. He hadn't thought about the consequences for letting everyone think Iria defeated Voldemort. He shook his head, not wanting to believe that he might have put his younger sister in danger.
"They wouldn't really put her in danger. They couldn't. They love her." Harry protested.
"Are you so sure?" Howie asked.
"How could you even think that Lily and James would allow their child to be hurt!" Orion growled. Howie looked pointedly at Harry, though his eyes were filled with pain.
"Harry, are you able to fight Voldemort? I doubt it. The fact that your training is non-existent beyond yourself, I assume, says that you aren't ready. I believe Sirius and I will have to help you. You can be in the same 'class' as our Harry." Howie offered. Harry looked doubtful. He was confident in his abilities, though he knew everyone needed help and that no one is all-powerful. The thought that Iria might get hurt had thrown his life and view on it out of orbit and he was angry that he couldn't see the obvious. Harry realized that he wasn't in the correct frame of mind to make a decision as important as letting himself trust another person to train him, though.
"I would like to wait for a short while. Would that be all right?" Harry asked hesitantly. "To give you my answer, I mean." He added quickly.
"Sure, we aren't trying to force you or anything." Howie said calmly. Harry nodded sharply and backed out of the room, strait into James.
"So, you're lying to them now too." His harsh voice spat. Harry tensed; his back was against James' front. Because he was fifteen, he reached his father's chin.
"I didn't tell them anything." Harry hissed. He had pulled himself together the instant he recognized his father's voice. "How long were you listening? Not very Gryffindor of you."
"And you're a pretty bad Slytherin; anyone could have listened in on your conversation. But I suppose you would never be good at anything, at least you're only a bad Slytherin instead of a horrible one." James shot back.
"You know nothing about me." Harry ground out around the lump in his throat. "You don't have nightmares about the day Voldemort attacked. I remember everything about that day. You made me find out for myself what happened. I am very good at many things, things you couldn't ever imagine." Harry snapped his jaw shut after he realized what he was saying.
"I bet what you're good at is dark magic." James said. Harry just shook his head. His mind was going to fast for him and he was afraid of what he might say. They were alone in the room so the squeaking of the door was easy to hear.
"Dad?" Tyler asked, closing the door behind him. "Who's Rebecca?" James spun around so fast; his shoulder hit Harry, causing him to stumble.
"Where did you hear that?" James hissed. Harry saw the pain in his brother's eyes because of his father's harsh voice.
"I-in a dr-dream. It st-st-stopped before I f-found out." Tyler stuttered, small tears falling from his eyes. Harry growled at his shocked father before he went over to Tyler and picked him up. He then walked over to James and wandlessly made him sit in the nearest chair. He then placed Tyler on his father's lap before retreating to his own chair.
"You don't need to worry about that, Tyler. She's dead." James said after he came out of his shock.
"Father, Tyler's a seer, he can't see the future, but the past." Harry explained what he had only just pieced together.
"What are you talking about?" James asked.
"There are three types of seers. The most common type can only see the present. The second most common type is like Tyler; they can only see the past. The most rare type is what most think of in a seer; they see only the future. Now, there are two types of each seer, save the future type. One type 'sees' through a trance, while the other 'sees' though dreams. What a seer cannot 'see' though is something that happens with them in the vision or dream." Harry explained. "And people that 'see' the future never see anything, they have prophecies and send them through someone with the sight, but who are unable to use it. They can't speak it and forget about it soon after they send it. The person that it is channeled through is the people see as a seer, so many of the people are never recognized as seers. They have to have someone around them when they send the prophecy." Harry added just for trivia knowledge.
"How would you know?" James spat, glaring at Harry.
"How else would you explain him seeing it in a dream? You and mother never talk about it and when you do, you never mention Rebe-"
"Shut the bloody hell up! You have no right to speak her name!" James yelled, interrupting Harry.
"Dad?" Tyler asked, upset by the arguing. "I'm sorry." He said, looking hurt.
"I'm not mad at you Ty. Did Harry tell you to say this?" James asked.
"Why would I do that? Are you out of your bloody mind!" Harry exclaimed angrily.
"You shut your mouth." James warned Harry before turning back to his confused, young son. "Did Harry say this, Tyler?" Tyler shook his head.
"I saw it in a dream!" Tyler insisted. "There was mommy and a scary man too, he was mean."
"Tyler, Harry is just playing tricks on you. What you saw wasn't real; it was just a nightmare that Harry gave you." James soothed Tyler's fears. Harry screwed his face up in disgust.
"I'm sorry to inform you that I don't know how to give nightmares." Harry hissed.
"Don't lie, you mess with the Dark Arts just like all of the other Slytherins. There's a spell to give people nightmares, I'm sure of it."
"Don't you dare call me a liar." Harry stood up quickly. He glared at James.
"James! Do you know where Iria's wand is?" Lily called from the bedroom. Harry snorted.
"Some savior, father. Losses her wand." Harry said sarcastically.
"Where did she last put it?" James replied, ignoring his son.
"She doesn't know! It won't come when I accio it!" Lily answered. Harry put his hand next to him and called the wand to him, keeping it hidden from James and Tyler, knowing what his mother was going to say next. "Check the chairs!" Harry put his hands under the cushions briefly and pulled the wand out. He threw the wand at James' head after looking at the bad shape the wand was in.
"You should take it to Ollivander's or teach her how to take care of it." Harry aid when James looked up to glare at him.
"What did you do to Iria's wand?" James demanded.
"I did nothing to that wand." Harry snapped and got up to find Howie. After seeing how careless Iria treated everything and knowing what he did, he knew his answer. He saw Howie talking to Junior and walked up to them. "I'm in." He said, looking straight into Howie's amber eyes.
AN: Sorry for the long wait, I really am. I try to get information on when I will try to post what and how far along I am on stories on my blog site. If you want to find the information on updates or story stats, that would be the place to look. If you want instant, or close to it, faster then I update at least, answers to questions or responses to conserns, leave them there too.
And this came up in a review, everyone, this is almost completely original. I got the idea while reading through some fics and I thought it would be fun to see things from other Harry's view point in a dimention travel fic. The idea and the story are my idea and I don't even remember the titles of the stories that I read that day, the idea just came to me.
Thanks to:
angelXofXdeath- hey thanks!
tati1(3)- don't kill anyone,and thank you for the help. I most likely would never have cought that if I had gone through the story again.
sem115- sorry that the entry isn't long, my shortest chappie yet. Sorry.
VampireDemon23
Keahi17
Hakkai-Gojyo-Goku-Sanzo- I would appreciate it if you could find the mispellings and mistakes, I'm definiately not the best at editing.
snort of laughter- I can't spell either, I would be a gonner if spell check hadn't been invented.
the-mpreg-spirit- in most of my stories they don't really love Harry.
Angus Dei
Dragongirl Jun- thanks for the zabini thing. I always knew that was how it was, but for the life of me, my brain keeps telling me that it is zambini, I even think zambini when i read it zabini.
Eric2- I hope that this chapter cleared up somethings. Sorry that it was confusing last chappie.
muggle
incybincer
A-man
Lil Miss Potter- I don't know about friends, but allies.
Xtyne
blubb-blubb
KapOfDaPipers
Fanfoot
lerafea- it isn't really abuse, but neglect. Well, I guess it is mental abuse.
michaelrccurtis- he loves his parents, he just doesn't want to admit it. I don't think that he will take revenge per say, but I can't say anymore or the fic will be ruined
DSMelody
Anora- thanks for the tip, i try not to make it boring or anything and i'm not all that great of a writer. I think that most of the time I read for ideas as long as there aren't too many obious mistakes and that might have carried over to my writing.
lmill
Mr. Happy Java Man
gallandro-83- they are important, and I think that they were mostly in shock with what was happening. They all though of Lily and James as nice people who loved their son, not the people they are now.
FroBoy- He can't leave, they are stuck in that apartment together. But I get what you mean.
SiLvErFaTeD
Chapter 7
The Seer
Harry stayed in the library for over an hour, just feeling safer in the presence of things that had belonged to Brian. When he left the library, he had closed himself off even more. Blaise was sitting on Harry's bed and munching on a roll. There was a plate in front of her and another on the nightstand.
"Feeling better?" She asked. Harry shrugged. Blaise nodded and they both ate their food. "Well, as you know, Tyler is sleeping with us. Your parents and Markus are sleeping in that bed over there. Iria and Remus are staying on the couches in the sitting room. The Blacks are sleeping in one bed in the second room and the other three are staying in the other bed." She said when they finished eating.
"Are you ready for bed?" Harry asked.
"Sure, but turn around so I can get changed." She said. House elves had put clothes in the room for all of the visitors. Harry nodded and got out a pair of pajama bottoms. He changed quickly and turned just as Blaise was putting her small nightshirt on. She was wearing short night shorts and a spaghetti strap shirt, without a bra. That meant that when Harry had turned, he had gotten a nice view of her chest. "Harry!" She screeched after she had pulled her shirt down and could see him looking at her.
"It isn't like it's anything I haven't seen before." He said.
"It was an accident then, too!" She pouted. Harry kissed her softly and she pulled his head in for a deeper kiss. Harry settled down on the bed and Blaise curled in right next to him. They fell asleep with Blaise's head on his chest and one of her arms around his stomach. He had an arm around her waist and another by his side.
Harry woke up in the middle of the night to whimpering. He opened his eyes tiredly and turned his head to see a small head next to his and small whimpers coming from it. Harry reached his free hand over and ran it through his youngest brother's hair. He couldn't remember ever being comforted from a nightmare so he just did the first thing that came to mind. Tyler turned in his sleep and grabbed Harry's hand with both of his hands and arms. Harry could see the troubled face ease and it looked like Tyler fell into a deep sleep. Harry fell back asleep soon after.
Harry woke again to someone kissing him. Green eyes shot open to meet his girlfriend's cunning blue eyes. He felt Blaise straddling his waist and running warm hands across his chest. She kissed him deeply and while they were in the middle of the kiss, something squeezed his forearm and he remembered who was in the room, in the bed even.
"Blaise." He gasped as she touched a sensitive spot. "Blaise, Tyler's right next to me. My parents are just over there." Harry groaned slightly as she moved against him, he was a teenage boy after all.
"Don't worry. We aren't doing anything." She said before lowering her head and kissing Harry's bare chest.
"Not now, please." Harry's voice strained as his mind screamed for him to give in and kiss her.
"Oh, fine." Blaise whined and practically collapsed on her boyfriend. Harry let out a grunt as the air was forced out of him. "Hey Harry?" She asked quietly.
"Hm?"
"What do you think it's like?" Harry laughed silently to her question. "I'm serious. Parkinson was telling Bulstrode that it was great and that she couldn't believe that Bulstrode hadn't done it already." She said, breathing lightly one Harry's chest.
"Well, I'm not sure. No one's ever really talked to me about it. I just know what I hear in the dorms, but that doesn't really tell me anything. I know what goes where and I heard a bit about what it feels like." Harry said quietly, rubbing Blaise's back lightly. "But I don't have to know; this is just fine with me."
"Oh? Well I could move." Blaise joked, pushing herself up. Harry's arm tightened and pulled her down. Blaise let out a short squeal as she lost balance.
"Be quiet over there." Lily whispered harshly from the other bed.
"She, don't make so much noise or I'll banish you to wherever Malfoy is when it's time for our next walk." Blaise scolded with a grin on her face.
"Well, we can just go and talk in the bathroom if you can get Tyler to let go of my arm." Harry told her.
"When she gets pregnant, you're out of the house and disowned." Lily snapped.
"She's not a slut." Harry spat. "Stay out of our conversations."
"H'rry?" Tyler's tired voice asked. Harry looked down at his younger brother. "What's the green light?" He mumbled. Harry froze.
"It's nothing Tyler." He said before slipping out of bed, as his brother had loosened his hold on his arm and Blaise had gone into the bathroom to get ready for the day. He quickly walked out of the room and ran into Orion. "Sorry." Harry muttered before ducking away from him. A weak hand grabbed his arm and Harry looked up at the man hesitantly.
"Hold still." The ex-convict muttered before he lifted Harry's bangs, exposing his forehead. "You have the scar; it practically radiates dark magic." He said.
"What are you talking about?" Harry asked.
"The aura from the killing curse, it hasn't faded much." Orion explained. Harry just looked at him in confusion.
"I don't understand." Harry said.
"If you look for it, you can still feel the dark magic that created your scar." Orion explained. "Why didn't anyone notice, even after being in Azkaban for 12 years, I still know how to feel dark auras." Orion's face showed worry and concern, for whom, Harry didn't know.
"They don't care. I'm fine with it. It's just the way things are." Harry said. He found that if he said something enough times, he would begin to believe it, a bit.
"But by letting them think Iria did it, you might be sending her to her death." Howie's voice came from next to Harry, making the teen jump. Harry's eyes widened and his face paled when he thought about what Howie had said. He hadn't thought about the consequences for letting everyone think Iria defeated Voldemort. He shook his head, not wanting to believe that he might have put his younger sister in danger.
"They wouldn't really put her in danger. They couldn't. They love her." Harry protested.
"Are you so sure?" Howie asked.
"How could you even think that Lily and James would allow their child to be hurt!" Orion growled. Howie looked pointedly at Harry, though his eyes were filled with pain.
"Harry, are you able to fight Voldemort? I doubt it. The fact that your training is non-existent beyond yourself, I assume, says that you aren't ready. I believe Sirius and I will have to help you. You can be in the same 'class' as our Harry." Howie offered. Harry looked doubtful. He was confident in his abilities, though he knew everyone needed help and that no one is all-powerful. The thought that Iria might get hurt had thrown his life and view on it out of orbit and he was angry that he couldn't see the obvious. Harry realized that he wasn't in the correct frame of mind to make a decision as important as letting himself trust another person to train him, though.
"I would like to wait for a short while. Would that be all right?" Harry asked hesitantly. "To give you my answer, I mean." He added quickly.
"Sure, we aren't trying to force you or anything." Howie said calmly. Harry nodded sharply and backed out of the room, strait into James.
"So, you're lying to them now too." His harsh voice spat. Harry tensed; his back was against James' front. Because he was fifteen, he reached his father's chin.
"I didn't tell them anything." Harry hissed. He had pulled himself together the instant he recognized his father's voice. "How long were you listening? Not very Gryffindor of you."
"And you're a pretty bad Slytherin; anyone could have listened in on your conversation. But I suppose you would never be good at anything, at least you're only a bad Slytherin instead of a horrible one." James shot back.
"You know nothing about me." Harry ground out around the lump in his throat. "You don't have nightmares about the day Voldemort attacked. I remember everything about that day. You made me find out for myself what happened. I am very good at many things, things you couldn't ever imagine." Harry snapped his jaw shut after he realized what he was saying.
"I bet what you're good at is dark magic." James said. Harry just shook his head. His mind was going to fast for him and he was afraid of what he might say. They were alone in the room so the squeaking of the door was easy to hear.
"Dad?" Tyler asked, closing the door behind him. "Who's Rebecca?" James spun around so fast; his shoulder hit Harry, causing him to stumble.
"Where did you hear that?" James hissed. Harry saw the pain in his brother's eyes because of his father's harsh voice.
"I-in a dr-dream. It st-st-stopped before I f-found out." Tyler stuttered, small tears falling from his eyes. Harry growled at his shocked father before he went over to Tyler and picked him up. He then walked over to James and wandlessly made him sit in the nearest chair. He then placed Tyler on his father's lap before retreating to his own chair.
"You don't need to worry about that, Tyler. She's dead." James said after he came out of his shock.
"Father, Tyler's a seer, he can't see the future, but the past." Harry explained what he had only just pieced together.
"What are you talking about?" James asked.
"There are three types of seers. The most common type can only see the present. The second most common type is like Tyler; they can only see the past. The most rare type is what most think of in a seer; they see only the future. Now, there are two types of each seer, save the future type. One type 'sees' through a trance, while the other 'sees' though dreams. What a seer cannot 'see' though is something that happens with them in the vision or dream." Harry explained. "And people that 'see' the future never see anything, they have prophecies and send them through someone with the sight, but who are unable to use it. They can't speak it and forget about it soon after they send it. The person that it is channeled through is the people see as a seer, so many of the people are never recognized as seers. They have to have someone around them when they send the prophecy." Harry added just for trivia knowledge.
"How would you know?" James spat, glaring at Harry.
"How else would you explain him seeing it in a dream? You and mother never talk about it and when you do, you never mention Rebe-"
"Shut the bloody hell up! You have no right to speak her name!" James yelled, interrupting Harry.
"Dad?" Tyler asked, upset by the arguing. "I'm sorry." He said, looking hurt.
"I'm not mad at you Ty. Did Harry tell you to say this?" James asked.
"Why would I do that? Are you out of your bloody mind!" Harry exclaimed angrily.
"You shut your mouth." James warned Harry before turning back to his confused, young son. "Did Harry say this, Tyler?" Tyler shook his head.
"I saw it in a dream!" Tyler insisted. "There was mommy and a scary man too, he was mean."
"Tyler, Harry is just playing tricks on you. What you saw wasn't real; it was just a nightmare that Harry gave you." James soothed Tyler's fears. Harry screwed his face up in disgust.
"I'm sorry to inform you that I don't know how to give nightmares." Harry hissed.
"Don't lie, you mess with the Dark Arts just like all of the other Slytherins. There's a spell to give people nightmares, I'm sure of it."
"Don't you dare call me a liar." Harry stood up quickly. He glared at James.
"James! Do you know where Iria's wand is?" Lily called from the bedroom. Harry snorted.
"Some savior, father. Losses her wand." Harry said sarcastically.
"Where did she last put it?" James replied, ignoring his son.
"She doesn't know! It won't come when I accio it!" Lily answered. Harry put his hand next to him and called the wand to him, keeping it hidden from James and Tyler, knowing what his mother was going to say next. "Check the chairs!" Harry put his hands under the cushions briefly and pulled the wand out. He threw the wand at James' head after looking at the bad shape the wand was in.
"You should take it to Ollivander's or teach her how to take care of it." Harry aid when James looked up to glare at him.
"What did you do to Iria's wand?" James demanded.
"I did nothing to that wand." Harry snapped and got up to find Howie. After seeing how careless Iria treated everything and knowing what he did, he knew his answer. He saw Howie talking to Junior and walked up to them. "I'm in." He said, looking straight into Howie's amber eyes.
AN: Sorry for the long wait, I really am. I try to get information on when I will try to post what and how far along I am on stories on my blog site. If you want to find the information on updates or story stats, that would be the place to look. If you want instant, or close to it, faster then I update at least, answers to questions or responses to conserns, leave them there too.
And this came up in a review, everyone, this is almost completely original. I got the idea while reading through some fics and I thought it would be fun to see things from other Harry's view point in a dimention travel fic. The idea and the story are my idea and I don't even remember the titles of the stories that I read that day, the idea just came to me.
Thanks to:
angelXofXdeath- hey thanks!
tati1(3)- don't kill anyone,and thank you for the help. I most likely would never have cought that if I had gone through the story again.
sem115- sorry that the entry isn't long, my shortest chappie yet. Sorry.
VampireDemon23
Keahi17
Hakkai-Gojyo-Goku-Sanzo- I would appreciate it if you could find the mispellings and mistakes, I'm definiately not the best at editing.
snort of laughter- I can't spell either, I would be a gonner if spell check hadn't been invented.
the-mpreg-spirit- in most of my stories they don't really love Harry.
Angus Dei
Dragongirl Jun- thanks for the zabini thing. I always knew that was how it was, but for the life of me, my brain keeps telling me that it is zambini, I even think zambini when i read it zabini.
Eric2- I hope that this chapter cleared up somethings. Sorry that it was confusing last chappie.
muggle
incybincer
A-man
Lil Miss Potter- I don't know about friends, but allies.
Xtyne
blubb-blubb
KapOfDaPipers
Fanfoot
lerafea- it isn't really abuse, but neglect. Well, I guess it is mental abuse.
michaelrccurtis- he loves his parents, he just doesn't want to admit it. I don't think that he will take revenge per say, but I can't say anymore or the fic will be ruined
DSMelody
Anora- thanks for the tip, i try not to make it boring or anything and i'm not all that great of a writer. I think that most of the time I read for ideas as long as there aren't too many obious mistakes and that might have carried over to my writing.
lmill
Mr. Happy Java Man
gallandro-83- they are important, and I think that they were mostly in shock with what was happening. They all though of Lily and James as nice people who loved their son, not the people they are now.
FroBoy- He can't leave, they are stuck in that apartment together. But I get what you mean.
SiLvErFaTeD