Gone Missing: Coming Forward

By: Love Seth

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Lily, James and Sirius gathered in the kitchen for over an hour. Discussing everything they had to do. The main key was that Lily had to make sure Harry didn't sleep longer than eight hours on the same dose of potion.

"You think it was really just the potion expiring in his body that made him dream again or do you think it is more?" Lily asked, skeptical as her eyes itched with tiredness. She longed to go back to bed as long as Harry was soundly sleeping.

James nodded, not looking at her. Silently hoping that it was the case and there was no dark arts involvement.

"What's going on?"

The three looked up to see Seth standing there. He looked from each of the adults with a look that clearly stated he had no idea what was going on and he was determined to find out.

"Nothing. Go back to bed," James said.

"What's going on with Harry? It has to do with me. I heard him yelling my name. And I don't think he was actually calling for me. I want to know what is going on," Seth stated, crossing his arms.

"I said nothing, Seth. Go back to sleep," James said, now looking up at his 2nd born.

"James, he should know," Lily said, pushing her hair out of her face and rubbing her forehead.

"I said, go to bed, Seth. When you and Harry make up you can find out, when he himself tells you," James said.

"Mum says I can know now. Harry won't tell me a thing, even if he does act human," Seth said.

James shook his head and went for the fridge to grab something to drink.

Sirius was glancing at James out of the corner of his eyes. Knowing what was going on in his best friends head. He was just over whelmed and ready to go back to sleep himself just to be able to think on rationally.

"James, why don't you go to bed. I'll talk to Seth if you want," Sirius said, "I'm fully awake, Ashley won't be up for a few more hours,"

"I can't sleep." James said, taking a long drink.

"Tell me why he is yelling my name. Does it have to do with Voldemort? Am I in danger now, too?" Seth asked, he was losing his own patience.

Lily gave James a look of exasperation before she got up and went over to Seth, setting her hand son his shoulders, "No. No, honey. You're not in any more danger,"

Sirius laughed a little. James gave him a glare.

"You're going to send him to sleep when he thinks he is in danger? Come on, he is just like Harry and you know it. Just explain it to him or I will," Sirius said.

"I'll take care of it. Good-bye, Sirius," James said, setting his drink down and taking Seth's shoulder and stirring him down the stairs.

"I'm not going to bed," Seth said when they go down to his room.

"I wasn't going to make you," James said, pushing Seth down on his bed while he went and sat on his desk chair.

"Then are you going to tell me what's going on?" Seth asked.

"I'm only going to tell you so you understand where your brother is coming from a bit more. This way you guys can make up maybe and be able to go back to Hogwarts not aiming to cause the other pain but to look out for each other," James said.

"Why didn't you tell me before then?" Seth asked.

"Because I didn't know before. Nobody really knew, except maybe Sirius and Ron, possibly Hermione, too. Okay, so everyone but me and your mum had an idea about what was going on. But that's besides the point. We know now and so will you," James said, taking a breath, "We don't know why Harry is having these nightmares,"

"You mean you don't know if Voldemort is behind them?" Seth asked.

James looked at him, "Yeah, you could put it that way,"

"What's it got to do with me?"

"It's got everything to do with you. Harry's been having nightmares about you,"

Looking for Seth's reaction, all James saw was an expressionless face.

"I got that part, Dad. But what about me?" Seth asked, starting to get frustrated.

"Well, he's dreaming about you dying. Or getting hurt. Either one. He blames himself and figured out if he didn't sleep he wouldn't have to dream it anymore, because he cares about you,"

"Is it going to come true?"

"What?" James asked, a little shocked.

"Is it going to come true?" Seth repeated, asking the question he had wanted to find out all along.

"No, it's not,"

"How can you be so sure? Harry doesn't trust you anymore. Why should I?" Seth asked.

Hurt by the words James ignored them, "Harry has had bad things happen to him. He has looked evil in the eye and had to fight for him life. He has a hard time believing anything. But you, you haven't. You've been kept safe and I assure you- you won't ever have to look at evil the way Harry has," James said.

The next day Harry woke with a start. He had no recollection of the night before, hardly anyway. All he remembered was that he lost it, but now he felt almost like smiling.

Getting up Harry raced up the stairs. His stomach growling and flipping around inside of him. His house seemed deserted as he put four slices of bread in the toaster. He got the peanut butter and a butter knife out as it toasted.

With his glass of milk and four pieces of peanut butter toast Harry sat down at the kitchen table as it reached about 8:15 in the morning. The sun hardly peeking in the front window.

"DADDY! DADDY STOP!"

Harry heard laughing coming from the front of his house. He stuffed the corner of the piece of bread in his mouth and walked over to the window. Peeking behind the curtain Harry saw his neighbors running around their front yard. The man tickling his daughter before carrying her over to the car. Where he continued to tickle her so hard her face was beat read from laughter. Then he buckled her into her booster seat, kissed her and shut the door before getting in himself.

Harry smiled a little as the left down the road.

"What are you lookin at?"

Harry jumped and turned to see Seth standing behind him, "Don't sleep up on me like that," Harry said, walking past him back to his breakfast. As he was sitting down Harry took a long drink of milk from his glass to get the rest of the peanut butter down.

"Um, Harry," Seth said, shuffling over to him with his eyes to the ground and his fists tightly in his pants pockets.

"Seth, don't say anything, okay? You don't have to and I don't want you to. Just eat breakfast or something. I'm going to go back down to my room,"

"What happens in your dreams?" Seth asked, not giving up. Harry didn't even know what he had to say.

"What? Nothing. Nothing important, just drop it," Harry said, getting up but Seth grabbed his shoulder.

"You think me dying is of no importance or do you hate me even more then I thought?"

Harry stopped and looked at Seth, Seth's face was strait. He looked like he had been up all night thinking and his head hurt from it.

"I don't hate you. And my dreams aren't important, I didn't say what I am dreaming wasn't important. It's not real and it's not going to be real, so I'm not worried about it," Harry said, putting his dirty dish in the sink.

"Now you sound like Dad," Seth said, "If you weren't worried about it why did you stay awake none stop for all those days, weeks even?"

"It's over, Seth. Can't we just forget about it? Why do you insist on me telling you what you obviously already know?" Harry asked.

Seth looked down as he expected Harry to go back down to his room, but instead Harry came over to him and put his arm across his shoulders and hugged his head for a second.

"It's just a dream, and it's going to stay that way," Harry said, giving Seth a assuring smile even though he knew Seth wasn't worried entirely on the fact that Harry's dream might come true but for other things as well.