Exploding Vases

By: LoveSeth

Hi! This chapter is kinda short I think. It's just because I wanted to get it up on the boards. If you review by the next time I go online I'll write another one tomorrow night. I know I'm going to see the new movie 'Hostel' tomorrow night and during the day I am taking my 2-year-old nephew out to Chuck-E-Cheese. Fun stuff huh? Anyways, reviews are great. Thanks!

The floor creaked as Harry stepped slowly across his kitchen floor at 2:30 in the morning. Wearing jeans and a sweatshirt because of the cooling weather that was slowly approaching. Harry didn't plan on running away, but he did admit he thought about it. But the negatives of it overpowered him. There was no way he wanted to be killed, or worse kidnaped and tortured. He highly doubted he would be able to make it out of another capturing.

Besides, if he ran away he would soon be found. It seemed like whenever he didn't want to be found he could always be. But when he was in danger help never hardly came for him unless he got lucky. Otherwise he was always on his own.

Harry wanted to go out on the deck to watch the night sky that, on this particular night, was covered in stars. Just going out there to relax and get fresh air would be like committing a crime in Harry's parents eyes and everyone else's. Leaving the protection the inside of his home gave him without a chaperone.

Knowing that if he wanted to go back to Hogwarts the next day he would have to stay out of trouble. Suck up to his parents.

"I'm not telling them a thing, though," Harry thought stubbornly. Sitting on the chair at the kitchen table closest to the sliding glass door so he could get a good idea of what it would be like to actually be out there.

Rubbing the side of his head Harry wondered if what Sirius said was true. Would James not let him go to Hogwarts simply because he won't spill his guts about how he feels about the dreams he has been having about Seth getting murdered, mostly always by him, Harry.

"Nah," Harry thought, "he wouldn't do that... Would he? No. And if he does I will just lie about it." Harry wondered to himself. Almost zoning completely out in thought.

Zoning out so much he didn't realize someone was in the room with him. Till finally he saw the shadow out of his eye and leaped to his feet, his heart jumping in his throat.

"Whoa. Sorry, Harry," James said, coming into view with his hand outstretched, telling Harry physically that it was alright.

Harry gave him a quick stare before sitting back down, "You didn't scare me," he said, embarrassed and angry with himself. If James thought he was jumpy he for sure wouldn't be allowed back to school.

"Well, I apologize if I did," James said, playing along with Harry's act as he sat down at the other end of the table.

The lights were still all off and the only source they had was the moonlight casting it's way in through the windows.

"Why are you up?" Harry asked suddenly, to break the silence and seem calm at the same time.

"Couldn't sleep. Thinking a lot, you know? Your Mum's lucky. She just passes right out when she's tired. Most of the time anyway. What about you? Why are you up?" James asked, keeping his eyes on Harry. Like he was watching for a clue, seeing his every movement and gesture. James was pretty sure he could tell how Harry was really feeling if he paid close enough attention.

Harry knew this of course but acted like he didn't.

"Couldn't sleep, you know. Exited about tomorrow- I can't wait to get back to the castle," Harry said, hoping James was nod and say, 'I bet you are.' or ' Yeah, Hogwarts will be good for you.'

"About that Harry. I assume you the deal. Sirius told me he told you," James said, in a slow voice- like he was waiting for the blow.

"What?" Harry asked, anger surging through him.

"Harry, I need to know what's going on with you. Fully. Or I won't let you go back to Hogwarts. I'm sorry, but I gotta know,"

"WHAT? KNOW WHAT, DAD? DID IT EVER CROSS YOUR MIND THAT I JUST MIGHT BE MAD AT SETH? MAYBE I'VE CHANGED! I DON'T NEED TO WRITE TO MY KID BROTHER ALL THE TIME!" Harry yelled, getting way more worked up then he thought he would just minutes before.

"You don't need to write him all the time. But not one owl? Not one angry letter telling him to leave you alone like you normally would do if you were just mad at him? I'm not buying it Harry. It isn't you. I don't care if you've 'changed' but you would still write him at least once in all this time he has been owling you,"

Just as James finished his sentence the glass vase 5 feet behind James exploded into a million tiny pieces.

"HARRY!" James shouted, quickly taking out his wand in order to clean up the mess before it got stepped on.

Harry made a mad dash for the stairs but James caught him across the chest and threw him back.

"Stay there. You're not running across the glass in bare feet!" James said.

"What's going on?"

The light flipped on, blinding Harry and James. Lily was at the top of the staircase. When she saw Harry and James, then the broken glass everywhere she put two and two together and figured out rather quickly what was going on.

"Let me clean this up," James said.

Harry turned his back to them and crossed his arms. Keeping a expressionless face on the best he could. But it was hard. It had been awhile since he had made something explode. He normally could control his temper. It was Mikala who was the one who needed to learn how to control her powers.

Once the glass was cleaned Lily came down the stairs. They both were now watching Harry.

"Maybe you should go to sleep. So you can calm down," James said, " We can discuss this tomorrow."

"There will be no discussing! I am going back to Hogwarts! You can't make me stay here!" Harry yelled, now he was just acting stupid and forgetting about his plans to suck up to his parents. His mind was in a hot frenzy and he wasn't thinking clearly. All he knew was his dad was being a jerk and his mum wasn't helping.

"Yes we can, Harry. And I know you know that," Lily said quietly, getting closer to Harry and reaching out to touch him.

He whipped his shoulder as soon as her hand touched him. He glared at them with semi blurry vision.

"I hate you! Both of you!" Harry shouted before taking off down to his room. Slamming the door with a bang, thinking he probably cracked the door.

He took the first thing he saw, a fake snitch that was on display on his television, and threw it so hard it did make a dent in his wall. He went to collect it off the floor and threw it again, and again. Until it broke and he crumpled to the floor in exhaustion.

Harry mustered up one more good ball of energy and slammed his fist in the floor before resting his face against the cool floor. As he caught his breath his eyes began to close. The last thing he remembered before passing out was the feeling of being lifted and then being tucked tightly in his bed.