Gone Missing

by: loveseth1989-2003

Thanks for all your reviews. I enjoy them. Sorry I cannot write as often as you'd like. Summer is always best. But I will try for three times a month from now on.

Harry opened his eyes slowly. His scar was surging with pain. Harry couldn't detect if it was aftershock pains or if he were feeling the real thing right then and there.

When the little light from the room met his eyes Harry yelled. It was like little hot knives going through his eyeballs when he focused on something, even if the light practically didn't exist.

"Hi, Harry,"

Harry jumped, looking to his right where the voice had come from.

"It's just me," James said to his son. Calming Harry was very hard to do these days and the last thing James wanted to do was get Harry startled. Just thinking about the outburst Harry had had was too much for James. It was like he didn't know what to do to help. He felt helpless.

"D-Dad?" Harry asked, his voice cracking.

"Yep, it's me. How are you doing?" James asked.

Harry had been sleeping for 5 days. The doctor couldn't come to see Harry at the house because that would mean he would know where the Potter's lived, and with Voldemort about they couldn't take any chances with magical medical. So, they got the next best thing and called in a muggle one.

The muggle doctor had been making house calls three times to check up on Harry since his 'attack'. But had found nothing life-threatening. Physically anyway.

"I suggest speaking to different therapists. Or even considering putting him on a anti-depressant. They help anxiety. Which could cause hallucinations. If you say he was claiming to see his dead friend just before passing out,"

That's what the muggle doctor had said the last time he had been there. James shook his head and focused on the sick-looking 15-year-old. Harry seemed to be drifting back into a sleep.

"Harry don't go back to sleep bud. Let the doctor check you out,"

"N-No. Voldemort's coming! Remember?" Harry yelled, seeming to suddenly get a burst of energy. Enough to open his eyes so wide they were like golf balls and enough to sit up for a second.

James narrowed his eyes and gave Harry a sorrow look. Almost like Harry was on his death bed.

"Harry calm down, no Voldemort is coming. I promise,"

"How can you promise that? How?!" Harry yelled.

"Because I am a Auror and am always on guard for you and your brother and sister. It's constant! I will never let anything happen to you,"

"But you did! You promised this before. How can I trust you? How can I trust anybody?!" Harry panicked. He'd have to do it alone. Nobody but himself could help him now.

"HARRY!" James shouted, resting his hands on Harry's shoulders, shaking him a bit.

"RELAX!" James yelled again, this time with more force. Harry looked at him with emotionless eyes. He seemed confused and didn't know what to do. Life was falling apart more and more each day.

"I'm sorry I couldn't of kept you from your pain in the past. I truly am. I wish to God I could of taken those curses instead of you. But it's different now. Nothing, and I mean NOTHING, will make me break my word again. Okay?" James asked. He seemed to be breathing like he had run a long distance. He wanted to go to Lily, or Sirius even and have them convince him that nothing was going to happen to Harry.

Harry laid back. James could tell by the look on his stubborn face he didn't believe James fully. But was just too tired to fight him with it any longer. Harry's eyes were so heavy they fell down and closed like magnets. Even when he heard his dad yelling for him to wake up again he ignored him, letting himself fall into a deep, deep sleep where nothing bad could happen... Or so he thought.

Harry's Dream

Harry was running so fast his muscles in his legs cramped, and he could feel the Charlie horses kicking in. He had no idea why he was running and he had no idea how to stop.

"STOP! STOP!"

Harry looked ahead and saw Ron, Hermione, Seth and Ginny all together in a huddle. They seemed to be scared of something and were looking to the left. Harry looked to where they were and saw a black cloaked figure who had his or her wand outstretched in front of them.

"HARRY!" Seth yelled, the terror in his eyes made Harry panic. He didn't know what he could do- he couldn't stop himself running. Pretty soon he would run right past them.

Harry saw red sparks fly towards his friends and brother. Then soon after yells of pain came from Hermione.

"HERMIONE!" Harry shouted.

The cloaked figure raised it's wand again as Ron and Ginny bent down to aid to Hermione, leaving Seth the only one standing since Hermione had fell to the ground.

"SETH! WATCH OUT!" Harry yelled.

Green light went towards his little brother, hitting him so hard Seth fell to the ground unmoving.

"NO!" Harry screamed.

He was just a foot from the gang now. So close he could touch his friends, but then he ran into something- something clear like glass. Making him stagger back, unable to get to them.

The cloak figure walked closer to Seth's dead body and the other three. Ginny was shaking Seth, tears falling from her face.

"LEAVE THEM ALONE!" Harry yelled, banging on the glass with fury. His lungs got caught in his chest suddenly and he gasped for air. His little brother was dead.

The cloaked figure then turned to look at Harry, bringing it's hand up to it's head it pulled back it's hood.

"AW!" Harry screamed.

The cloaked figure was himself.

"HARRY!"

Harry's eyes tore open. His vision was dark and blurry. He bolted upright in bed, screaming.

"Harry! It's okay! Stop screaming!" James shouted with sympathy. "Here's your glasses,"

Harry's hand shook as he reached for his frames his dad held out for him.

"Mum will be right back, she just went to get something," James said, his hand going up and down Harry's back in a circular motion.

"Harry! Honey!"

Harry looked over and saw his mum come back into the dark hospital room, carrying a glass of ice water in one hand and a medicine bottle in the other.

Lily rushed over to Harry, engulfing him in her arms. He was still shaken up from his dream. He was ashamed of himself but he couldn't stop shaking, or the soft fall of water from his eyes.

"You wouldn't wake up. You just keep sleeping and having nightmares. We didn't know what to do. Oh, I love you so much," Lily said, cupping Harry's face in her hands as she talked after setting down the two items. She bent forward and kissed his cheeks several times. Then she tried wiping away his tears.

Harry let out a soft sob and covered his face with his hands.

"It's okay, it's okay," Lily said, trying to pry his hands away but he wouldn't give.

Harry could feel his dad hugging him from one side and his mum from the other. He was hidden from the outside world.

When Harry got to leave the hospital it was nearly the middle of September. He was mad at his parents for making him stay in a muggle environment for so long- besides that wasn't even the worst of it. They made Harry talk to a specialist in adolescent depression, but Harry refused so it made things ten times worse.

"Harry you can't leave the hospital until you do." James had warned, but Harry ignored him and kept his trap shut when the middle-aged woman named Dawn came to visit him every other day for a hour.

The only thing that got him out of the hospital was James and Lily had caved in and pulled Harry out of the hospital against the hospital's request for him to stay.

It was late September 24th and Harry was the only one awake in the Potter house hold. It was Wednesday. Harry couldn't go back to Hogwarts until Sunday. He was put down because he wasn't as happy about it as he would of thought he would be.

He'd spent weeks dreaming of going back there and now he was and he wasn't all too sure he was happy about it.

Harry's bare feet stuck to the wood floor when he walked around his kitchen. He thought about going to bed, but he didn't want to. Maybe just lay down and read or something. Lily had been taking off work so she could teach him lessons that he was missing from staying home from Hogwarts.

When Harry got back up to his room he saw Hedwig with, yet again, another letter from Seth. Harry had been getting a few letters a day now from that kid. Ever since his dream, though, Harry hadn't even talked to Seth. Totally blocked him out. He knew how that must of been hurting Seth, but he couldn't get Seth's dead form out of his head.

"Harry I got a letter from your brother today," Lily said that night at the dinner table.

Harry's stomach turned and he could feel his face burn, "Um, yeah. So? Whad he say?"

"Well he said you haven't talked to him or been responding to his letters. Is that true?" James asked now. He sat to Harry's right and Lily sat to his left.

"No, of course not. Why would I do something like that?" Harry lied, trying to keep his 'cool'.

James and Lily exchanged looks and Harry looked between them.

"What? I'm telling the truth!" he said.

"So you're saying your brother is lying?" Lily asked, taking a small spoon of mashed potatoes.

Harry thought about it, he shouldn't lie about that- but it was really no big deal- maybe he didn't want to talk to Seth.

"Well, no," Harry said slowly, his parents both staring at him, "Okay, okay. So? I don't write to him. I read his letters isn't that good enough?"

"Why Harry? You and Seth get along great. Why aren't you writing back?" Lily asked, not seeming mad at all.

"Because I don't want to," Harry said stubbornly, taking a sip from his Gatorade.

"That's not a answer," James said. Harry could hear a warning sound in his voice. He doesn't like, "I didn't want to". To him it was a useless excuse only he could use, but not Harry- in this kind of situation anyway.

Harry fumed. He didn't want to tell his parents anything, so he wasn't going to. He stood up so fast his chair fell back.

"I said. I DIDN'T WANT TO! So just leave me alone!" Harry shouted, taking off toward his room, taking two steps at a time.

"HARRY! Get back here!" James shouted. He didn't sound angry, more shocked.