Gone Missing: Sam Beckman

By: Love Seth

Hey ya guys. I was going to post this chapter last night but I wanted to change it up a bit. So, I got it to you as soon as I could. Thanks for the reivews. They're always awesome.

I was wondering something and I know you are the best to ask, since you've read what I have wrote and know if I am good enough. I am planning out what I am going to do in college and I was thinking about screen writing. Do you guys think I am good enough to learn how to write screen plays? One of my teachers at school is going to help me by having me have a 'Independant Study of Writing' class with her. Like, I am the only one in the class and she assigns things to me one-on-one and helps me one-on-one. Which is awesome. She's read my writing. She likes it. I was just wondering what you guys thought. Think I could make it as a screen writer? Please, read this chapter and review! And reply to my question of course. Thanks, you're the best!

Rolling a small snitch in the palm of his hand, Harry waited for his mum to get home. Waiting for the blow you could say. He had no idea what Seth was going to say, if anything, and he had no idea what he was going to say to Seth or his parents. He couldn't not say anything anymore. It was getting out of hand and the pain that had nestled itself on his face was to prove for it.

After a little while Harry got up and went to the bathroom to see what his face looked like. Not daring to go to the bathroom after his dad had sent him to his room, Harry thought it may have calmed down enough for him to go now.

"Ugh," Harry said, looking at himself. Around his right eye was swollen and a shade of purple with a mix of blue. His lip was fat and a part of the skin had cut open. It looked wonderful. Harry wasn't about to try and fix it. Figuring if his dad had wanted it to be fixed he would have done it earlier.

"What, are you going to keep them in their rooms until they speak?" Harry heard Lily shout from up the stairs.

Harry tiptoed over to the bottom of the stairs so he could hear his parents bickering up in the kitchen. Lily apparently had come home and she was furious, more so then James had been.

"No... I don't know! But now Seth isn't speaking! We're their parents, they have to listen to us!" James stated. This made Lily laugh.

"Oh, that'll work good, James. Remember what I told you? The harder you hang on the more they will pull away?" Lily asked, by the sounds of it she must of been rummaging in the cabinet for something.

Crawling part way up the stairs Harry sat with his back against the wall to listen more intently on his parent's conversation.

"I dunno, Lily. Dumbledore gave them over a week. Maybe we should just let them work it out. Keep them here until they decide to figure it out themselves? You don't know how long that'll take, though," James said.

"Yeah, but you know Harry and Seth- they are bound to work it out before next Monday," Lily mumbled.

"Yes, but no at the same time. They seem to be surprising us everyday with something new we don't know about them," James recalled.

Harry didn't want to hear anymore of it, so he crept back down the stairs.

"What are you doing?"

Harry jumped clearly out of his skin. Standing at the end of the stairs was Seth.

"Damn it, Seth! What are you sneaking up on me for!" Harry shouted, going past him to his own bedroom.

Harry didn't hear whatever it was Seth said because he had already shut his door. He went over to the bed and laid there, thinking. How life couldn't get any worse, but he knew that was a downright lie.

It grew darker and darker and no word from anybody. Childishly thinking they had forgotten about him and left him to die in silence down in his room.

"But that is all part of their plan. Keep us in our rooms in complete quiet until we crack." Harry thought as he stood up and turned on his light.

Harry looked out his window to see the neighbor kids running around. He cracked his window open so he could hear the echo from them laughing. They didn't even know he lived there. Muggle or not. They didn't know any boy with messy black hair and glasses lived there. To everybody who hadn't been told it was just a regular house with two older people living there and whenever they did see Harry or one of his siblings they assumed them to be grand kids and never got a name.

Watching the kids shadows running around having a great time Harry decided he wasn't going to sit in the house the whole time. But go out and meet his neighbors. No matter how much trouble he go into.

He went over to his closet and pulled out the invisibility cloak, pulling it over his head Harry opened his window and took off the screen. It was a warmer night, still cold, but almost bearable. At least for a little while he would be alright with just the cloak on.

"I go you!" the little boy yelled.

"Not ah!" the even smaller girl shouted, pushing the boy before running off into the other direction.

The house kiddie corner from the Potter's looked warm and happy. The two kids ran around the yard in the light from the windows of their house. They didn't see Harry, he was invisible to them. Their front porch had bikes and scooters on it.

Harry stood at the end of the drive way, just 15 feet from where the kids played, looking inside the windows. He saw a middle aged man, most likely the kids dad. He shared the same dark brown hair that the kids had. He was drinking from a can of pop as he watched the TV.

Behind him Harry could see a couple people sitting at a kitchen table. It looked like the girl Mikala sometimes played with at the park. She was probably about ten. A teenaged boy, whom Harry had never seen before, was sitting at the table as well talking to the younger girl and her mother who stood beside her.

Harry watched them for a long time. Wishing he was in their family. Or at least his family was like their family.

The teenaged boy stood up and shook the woman's hand, nodding. He walked towards the door. Now Harry couldn't see them because the door hid them from view. He didn't wait long, though, before the door opened and the teenager came out.

"Well, thank you, Sam," the woman said.

"No problem," Sam said, taking off down the porch steps, "I'll see you later."

"Come on kids! Time to get ready for bed!" the woman yelled to the two playing in the yard.

Harry watched as they said good-bye to Sam and took off into the house. Harry was about to turn and leave but the thing that happened next stopped him,

"Who are you?" Sam asked.

Harry turned, thinking it was some kind of joke or that Sam couldn't possibly be talking to him. How could he see him? He was just a muggle.

Sam got closer, he pulled off Harry's cloak.

"It's a gift. I knew you were there," Sam said, putting out his hand for Harry to shake it, but Harry merely stared at it.

"How...? What?" Harry asked, lost for words and starting to panic a little.

"You're Harry Potter aren't you? I heard rumors you lived in this part of town but I had no idea it was on the same block as me," Sam said, taking it upon himself to look at Harry's scar by pushing back Harry's bangs.

Harry backed away, "Who are you?"

Sam smiled, "My name's Sam Beckman. I live down this road. The Peterson's were getting to know me because they want me to babysit their kids tomorrow night. They're muggles,"

Harry didn't know what to say, was it a trick? Was Sam someone trying to get to the Potter's and now Harry had just gave away their hiding spot?

"You're a wizard?" Harry asked.

"Yeah. What happened to your face?"

"Don't you go to school?" Harry asked, keeping his distance.

"Yeah, well no. I am home schooled. My mom went to Hogwarts like... almost 20 years ago. But she met my dad, who's a muggle. He didn't want his kids going to school for most of the year, so my mom home schooled us. I suppose if we really wanted to go he would let us, we got excepted, but it doesn't matter to me. I don't want to get mixed up with You-Know-Who and stuff," Sam said, starting to walk down the sidewalk. He motioned for Harry to follow so they weren't standing in front of the Peterson's anymore.

"Going to Hogwarts has little to do with Voldemort. If you are a wizard he will find you anywhere. As a matter of fact he would find you if were a muggle, if he wanted to," Harry said.

"I suppose. So, which house is yours?" Sam asked.

"I suppose you will have to ask the person in charge and I don't think he will tell you," Harry said, "How old are you?"

"Sixteen. You?" Sam asked.

"Fifteen," Harry said, "Well, I'd better go. Um, nice to meet you,"

"Yep, maybe I'll see you around? Just owl me." Sam said, and with one last look at Harry he tore off down the road.

Not really knowing what had just happened Harry walked to his house. Going to go back through his window, but then he saw his light was on.

"Great!" Harry thought.

He went through the front door and the first thing he saw was his dad's angry face.

"WHERE DID YOU GO!" James yelled off the top of his lungs.

"I went outside. I was practically in the front yard!" Harry said.

Lily came into view just as Harry tried to go around James, but James blocked him. Grabbing his upper arm roughly. He dragged Harry into the kitchen and shoved him into a chair.

"What the hell!" Harry shouted, trying to get back up but James held him down with two rough hands on either of Harry's shoulders.

"WHAT ARE YOU THINKING GOING OFF OUTSIDE ALONE AT NIGHT!" James yelled in Harry's face. He was so mad Harry could see the veins practically popping out of his neck.

Harry frowned, growing mad himself, but he was too tired to yell. So, he just sat there. Hoping James would send him down to his room.

"YOU WERE TALKING TO A STRANGE BOY! HOW COULD YOU BE THAT STUPID? I THOUGHT YOU WERE SMARTER THEN THAT!" James yelled.

"JAMES!" Lily shouted,"I'm just as mad as you are but maybe you should go calm down a bit!"

Harry's eyes glistened with rage, he kept them to the floor. He didn't want James to know he was bothering him with his out burst.

James was breathing heavy. He looked at Lily. Lily nodded in Harry's direction. Harry didn't give James a chance to look at him closely before he took the opportunity to vanish to his bedroom. Locking the door for his own satisfaction, maybe it'd give his parents a clue to leave him be, before laying face down on the floor. He would of laid on his bed but he was too tired and didn't want to risk falling asleep.