A/N You've been waiting forever, so here it is.
Chapter two
Late Night Musings
After two and a half hours of tossing and turning, Jake gave up and threw the covers off of his body.
He sat up in his bed, looking around for something, anything, to keep his mind off of the sight he sees every time he closes his eyes.
Jake's eyes landed on the window.
He got up off the bed and walked over to it. He looked out the window. After staring at the stars for a few minutes, Jake looked down and saw the ledge outside of the window was big enough for him to sit on.
Jake opened up the window, letting in a breeze of cool September air, and stepped out on to the ledge. He turned around, no fear of falling to his death, and closed the window carefully as to not wake the other boys.
He sat down crossed legged on the ledge, staring out to the grounds. But no matter how hard Jake tried, he couldn't keep the vision out of his minds eye.
Little Sarah, bloodied and bruised. Eyes blank of the life that had filled them the day before when she got her acceptance letter from Hogwarts.
She was only ten.
Jake didn't tell anyone the whole story. And he never will.
He had somehow seen the whole attack.
Jake was sleeping over at his friend, David's, house down the street from the Anderson's home that night. He had just gotten to sleep when it started.
Geoff Anderson was placed under the imperious curse and was forced to rape Sarah, while the Death Eaters took turns raping April, Geoff's wife.
Jake can still hear their screams ringing in his head.
Sarah had passed out from the pain after a while.
When the Death Eaters took the curse off of Geoff, he started screaming, for his daughter to wake, at the Death Eaters to leave his family alone, and for help.
Jake awoke to David shaking him, asking what was wrong.
Of course Jake didn't answer, he just ran out of his friends house and over to the home of his family that was being tortured.
He was too late.
The Dark Mark hung high in the night sky, no Death Eaters to be seen.
Jake always screwed up. That's why no one ever wanted to keep him. Or maybe it was the ODD... who knows?
He's made some bad decisions in his life. It's kind of hard not to when you don't have any guidance in your life.
Some foster families were better than others, but Jake always got the worst. Until the Anderson's.
They didn't beat him, they didn't starve him, they didn't care that he had ADHD and ODD, they didn't care that his criminal record said he was arrested twenty six times.
But they cared about him.
And now they were gone…Kind of.
God he hated it in this time. He can't even remember how he came to be twenty years in the past. He just knew he hated it here.
And the people here.
But…he has always hated people. He doesn't trust easily, and he never will.
Everyone from the orphanage knew to never get on Jake's nerves. They remembered what happened to the last guy who did; he was in the hospital for a week.
"Jake?" Jake was brought out of his musings by a muffled voice.
He blinked and noticed that it was light now. From where the sun was, Jake would guess it was around 7:00am.
Jake sighed as he stood up, his legs stiff, and went back inside.
A/N Okay, I know it's really short. Two pages. But I have writers block! I'll try to update soon.
I would also like to thank animegurl088 for reminding me that I had another fic to update.
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A/N 2 In case you didn't notice, I changed Jakes illness from ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder) to ADHD (Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder) and ODD (Oppositional Defiant Disorder); it just fits better with the plot… Plus I couldn't find anything about ADD, only ADHD. Stupid WebMD… -Walks off grumbling-