Gone Missing: Chapter Eight
By: Love Seth
Later on that night Harry lay very still on his bed. But he refused to cry, anymore. Whenever he did it seemed one of his parents or someone else was there to see.
It wasn't very late. Only around 7 pm. He had been laying on his bed since he got home a few hours before.
"Harry?" came a familiar voice, with a light hand knocking on his door.
"Come in," Harry mumbled. Mindlessly playing with the string from his sweat shirt he was wearing, despite the summer weather.
Sirius walked through the door, smiling as he did so. Harry weakly smiled back lightly and continued to stare out into space.
"Hi- Harry, how are you doing?" He asked, shutting the door behind him as he walked over to Harry's still figure.
"Fine. I haven't seen you for a long time." Harry said, without even turning his head.
"Yeah, work and Ashley you know. Really busy. A three-year-old is a bosy little... you know. Her mother isn't much better," Sirius laughed at his sarcasm.
Again Harry did a half grin. Not really smiling for joy.
"Harry, your Mum and Dad tell me you seem a bit... well depressed," Sirius said.
Harry looked at him angrily.
"No, no, no! I am perfectly fine! Nothing could ever go wrong! I just feel like shit. No big deal!" Harry said. His face flushed and he turned his face away from Sirius again.
"So, you are depressed... Do you want to talk?" Sirius asked.
Harry gave out a hallow laugh, "No."
"Well I don't want you to think I don't care about you anymore since I've barely seen you lately," Sirius said.
"I know you care, that's why you always want to spend time with me," Harry muttered.
Sirius's face got serious. He crossed his arms across his chest. He frowned.
"Don't say that. Now I know you are having some kind of trouble. You know better then to say that," Sirius said.
Harry stayed silent.
"You know that isn't true. I care so much about you it can't be discribed into words," Sirius said.
"Ok, whatever." Harry said.
"Harry- ok, you know what? I am going to take care of this. See you in a few minutes." Sirius said.
Nobody came to Harry's door until 8:30- actually it was more like 9.
But Harry had passed out. He had his chin resting on his chest his breathing was light, making his chest move up and down slowly.
James walked closer into the room. He smiled a little and walked over to the other side of Harry's bed. He was going to turn off the light but Harry started mumbling something. His hands twitched and he was saying,
"No, no, get away, no." so quietly James had to strain to hear him.
James was going to shake him awake, but what Harry said next startled him.
"it wasn't me... no... don't kill me. nooo." Harry sobbed.
As James sat and stared at his son Harry turned onto his side, his face screwed up in pain. He was twitching more for a minute... then it slowed... then it stopped.
James didn't know what to do. He waited to see if Harry would start up again but he didn't. So, James hesitated but turned off the lamp. He pulled up a blanket over Harry and started walking out the door.
"AHHH!" Harry screamed. He shot up in bed. Breathing hard and feeling his head and arms as if to see if he was still there and alive.
"Harry!" James shouted and flipped on the over-light.
Harry looked over at him, still breathing hard and James could see how sweaty he was.
"Are you okay?" James asked.
Harry shook his head, his hands going to his throat. Over and over he rubbed his throat.
"What is it Harry?" James asked, concerned. He walked over and sat down on the side of the bed, really close to Harry.
Harry looked up at him, horrified. His hands were still on his throat. His worried James.
"What's wrong with your throat? Come on Harry, tell me," James said, he put his hand up and tried to pry one of Harry's hands away.
Harry wouldn't let him, he just kept rubbing his hands over his throat. James could see it becoming red, but then again Harry had sensitive skin.
"Come here, come here." James said.
He put his arms around Harry and forced him to hug him. But, Harry didn't fight him anyway. He fell into him like a ton of bricks and kept rubbing his hands over his neck.
After a while they broke apart. Harry had slowly let go of his neck, leaving a little red spot.
He looked up into James's eyes, taking long, steady breaths.
"What were you dreaming about?" He asked him.
Harry narrowed his eyes, as if he were trying to think of a answer to say but didn't know of one. So, he shook his head and shrugged his shoulders.
"Ok, well let's go up to the dining room. You haven't eaten much today. Come on, bud," James said.
Harry thought about it but finally started to get up.