Summary: Harry travels back in time to change the future, but something doesn't go exactly the way he planned. Neville is the boy who lived.
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Future Harry is Harry
Possessed Harry is Voldemort
Spirit form of Voldemort is The Dark Lord
The Diary is Tom Riddle
Year 2
Chapter 16
A stranger to my eyes
"He is still too weak to maintain control" He smirked to himself.
Everything in the Great Hall had been black and somber for a month, ever since Colin Creevey had died. Now that another tragedy had happened, smiles were very rare, if not impossible to see.
"I know that losing two friends has been devastating to all of us" Dumbledore started to tell the silent student body, who was paying full attention to him in complete silence.
"Mr. Creevey was a very good friend, he will be forever missed" Dumbledore continued, making a pause for the students to grieve properly "He could always be seen through the halls with his camara, trying to make everyone smile and capture each moment"
All of them looked sad, some first year Gryffindors were sobbing, trying to not be too loud.
"Miss Clearwater, one of our Gryffindor prefects, good student, great friend. I am sure we will all miss her" Dumbledore said after a couple of minutes of silence.
Penelope Clearwater's body had been found ten days before. It had been assumed that whatever had killed Colin Creevey, had gotten Penelope Clearwater as well. She had been found with apparently nothing wrong, except for the fact that she wasn't breathing and her heart wasn't beating.
She had been found at midnight, in a deserted hall near the dungeons. She was thought to have been doing her prefect rounds when it happened.
Percy Weasley, who had been dating Penelope Clearwater, had been the one to find her. He was devastated; he couldn't do anything else but cry ever since he had seen her body.
Right now he was the only one that could be heard in the hall, his brothers around him, trying to comfort him.
After the death of Penelope, rules had been stricter and the student barely got out of their rooms, mostly because they were scared. Dumbledore had said a few words for Penelope the night after she had been found, but he had thought it would be proper to say some words again for both students tonight.
Dumbledore was now looking at the eldest Weasley in the school with sad eyes. It had been hard to get the boy away from the girl's body. He had been hysterical when they were found. Percy's eyes had been red and his voice already sounded hoarse, telling everyone he had been crying for a long time.
Dumbledore still didn't know what was putting in danger his students. He had an idea of who was the one behind it though.
Dumbledore turned to the Slytherin table to where young Mr. Potter was sitting with his friends. He had a blank face; no emotion could be seen in his face, no sadness, no regret. The boy was actually bored.
His friends didn't look regretful either, but they were at least trying to be respectful by being quite, or whispering to each other. Harry just looked bored.
The School Governor's had told him yesterday of the decision to close the school. He wasn't happy about the idea of not seeing a young soul running and laughing in Hogwarts again, but they were right. It was too dangerous.
He couldn't risk their lives.
How was he supposed to keep an eye on Mr. Potter now?
"There is some news I need to tell you" Dumbledore interrupted the whispers.
Everyone fell completely silent once more and looked at the Headmaster, giving him their full attention once more.
"You will all be going back home on the 12th of December" Dumbledore continued.
Everyone nodded lightly, already knowing that information.
"This time you won't be coming back on January" Dumbledore finished sadly.
Gasps could be heard all around. Shocked faces could be seen as well.
After a couple of seconds, once it had settled on their minds what the Headmaster had said, everyone started asking out loud to each other. Trying to understand what was going on. Some actually looked relieved at the news.
Dumbledore made calming gestures with his hand, trying to get everyone to settle down.
After a couple of minutes, everyone did turn around to pay attention to him again.
"Regretfully, it has become dangerous for you to come back" Dumbledore said, making a very short pause. "You will all be going to different schools next year. Your parents and other schools have already been informed. Arrangements have already been done"
Everyone just stared in shock, trying to see everyone at the same time.
In their minds, wondering if they would ever see each other again. At the same time everyone was trying to imagine how their lives were going to be from now on, which schools were they going to be in.
This got the attention of Voldemort for the first time that night. It changed everything. Hogwarts couldn't close. It was his home.
"Enjoy this days, following the new rules. It is for your own safety" Dumbledore turned to look at the Weasley twins, trying to get his point crossed, but their faces told him they weren't even thinking about not following them.
"Curfew has been changed to 6pm. No one can be out of the common rooms after that time. No one can walk through the halls alone, a prefect or teacher has to always be with you" Dumbledore explained.
Everyone nodded along with everything Dumbledore said.
"I know it has been a couple of hard days, but always remember Miss Clearwater and Mr. Creevey exactly how they were, always with a smile on their faces" Dumbledore said with a smile on his face.
"It is late. You all look exhausted" Dumbledore finished, dismissing them.
Everyone slowly stood up and waited for the prefects to take them to their common rooms.
Before the Slytherins could all go, Professor Snape stood in front of them.
"Mr. Potter if you could come with me?" Snape asked, which made the other Slytherins raise their eyebrows.
Since when Snape asked? That was on the minds of every Slytherin but Voldemort's.
"Of course" Voldemort smirked, intentionally forgetting to say sir.
He moved away from the other Slytherins, and followed the Head of the house.
They walked out of the Great Hall and apart from everyone else.
"Something wrong?" Voldemort asked after a couple of minutes of walking in silence.
"The headmaster would like to see you" Snape answered carefully, not looking at him.
"He does?" Voldemort's smirk fell of his face.
"He would like to see you in his office" Snape repeated.
"Well, I shouldn't be there then" Voldemort stopped walking.
Snape turned around and scrutinized him.
"I don't think that would be wise" Snape tried.
"Wish is why you were never my advisor" Harry said and sat down with his legs crossed on the stoned floor.
Snape stood there confused. Voldemort was literally acting like a twelve year old. Was he going to make a tantrum?
"I will come back" Voldemort threatened with a cold glare.
He closed his eyes and started meditating.
In his mind he didn't have Harry's body, he looked like Tom Riddle, a 50 year old, slits for a nose, Tom Riddle. He was looking for Harry.
He walked slowly and observed his surroundings.
Everything was dark and gloom, he liked it.
He found him just were he knew he would be. Sleeping in that corner.
He sent a little magic his way to nudge him awake and disappeared in the shadows.
Snape was standing in front of what looked like a sleeping Harry. He had been like that for almost half an hour and he had tried to wake him up just once. He still remembered the punishments from when Voldemort was still at large.
The boy opened his eyes abruptly.
"Mr. Potter?" Snape asked carefully.
"What happened?" Harry asked confused looking at his surroundings.
"Professor Dumbledore would like to see you in his office" Snape tried once more.
Harry's eyes widened and he stood up quickly.
"I need to speak to him" Harry said and bolted towards the Headmaster's office.
Once he reached the gargoyle he started shouting every candy he could think to it, but it wouldn't buldge.
"Stupid gargoyle!" Harry kicked it and started hopping on one foot after it.
Snape reached him after some time, and couldn't believe what he was seeing, this boy didn't act like Voldemort at all.
"Licorice" Snape said out loud. The gargoyle finally moved letting Harry run up the stairs.
"Professor there is something important I need to tell you" Harry said out of breath after he barged in the Headmaster's office.
"I am sorry to say it will have to wait a couple of minutes, Mr. Potter" Dumbledore stood up with a piece of paper in his hands "We will be right back" the Headmaster nodded at Harry and asked Snape to go with him. They left Harry alone.
Harry saw the door leading to Dumbledore's office slightly opened. He stood up to close it. It wouldn't be wise for someone to stumble into it.
He pushed the door closed and heard something that had fallen inside. He had to push the door closed with a little force since it seemed as if the pensieve didn't quite fit in the closet. Once the door finally closed, he heard something crashed.
Harry opened the door scared of what he had broken.
A vial had broken, and the remains had fallen into the pensieve. At least it hadn't fallen to the floor. He now needed a new vial to put the memory into it.
He started looking and saw the memory was starting to play out. He was in that memory. Hermione was there too. Curious he got into the pensieve.
He was now in a hall near the dungeons. Behind a slightly younger version of what he looked like at the moment.
Hermione was currently on the floor, his younger self in front of her.
It was the night of the troll. Who's memory was this?
Hermione and him were the only ones on sight.
It had to be Hermione's.
"Don't move" the other Harry ordered in a deep scary voice.
His younger self scared him.
The younger Harry moved his wand without saying a word and before the troll could take a step towards them, it fell to the ground dead, blood getting out from everywhere in its body.
It shocked Harry out of the pensieve.
He couldn't believe what he had just saw. He didn't remember doing that. How did he do that? He knew that spell. That spell wasn't supposed to work on a troll. That was a dark spell. He had used it only once before on Malfoy in another life.
Forgetting completely he was supposed to wait for Dumbledore and Snape to come back he got out of the office, not closing the door to the pensieve and letting the memory there as well.
Tired, Dumbledore and Snape decided to go back to Hogwarts after almost two hours.
"Can they really make it permanently?" Snape asked Dumbledore, not betraying any emotions.
"They can" Dumbledore sighed, almost defeated.
They both entered Dumbledore's office and looked around.
"Mr. Potter?" Dumbledore asked once he entered he office, he found it empty.
Snape entered behind Dumbledore and saw that the boy wasn't there.
"He found your pensieve?" Snape pointed out the opened door. He walked closer to it, "There is a memory still inside"
Dumbledore walked closer and looked into it.
"I hope that is the only memory he saw" The Headmaster sighed; he grabbed a couple of vials and put them in his left pocket.
"Should I look for him?" Snape asked.
"No" Dumbledore closed and locked the door, putting the pensieve out of sight once more.
Harry was still in shock at what he had seen in that memory, but not as much as how it had shocked him to find out about Penelope and Colin.
He hadn't been friends with either of them in any of his lives.
He remembered Penelope as Percy's girlfriend, the only person to which Percy actually seemed to care for more than his career.
Colin was more like a Harry Potter fan in his other live, a Neville Longbottom fan in this one. He was still only a kid, didn't deserve to die. He didn't deserve to be killed just because he was a muggleborn. He had still been a very excited new wizard, who had just discovered a new world where magic was real.
Still the most shocking part was the fact that the holidays were already here, he could barely remember the past months.
Something was wrong, that much he knew.
Hermione would blame it on his hero complex, but he was still not going to let any more deaths happen, not if he could do something about it.
"Lets go Potter" Draco urged him, getting him out of his thoughts.
Harry closed his trunk and followed the blonde boy out of their room. He now knew the elves would take his trunk to the train.
He needed information, who better to get it from than the slytherins?
"I can't believe this is the last time we will be here" a Hufflepuff girl cried out.
"I am sure my father will send me to Durmstrang" Draco stated proudly and arrogantly.
"I prefer Beauxbatons" Pansy stated bored.
"You aren't coming back?" Harry asked dubious, if they weren't going to come back after the holidays, how was he supposed to find out what happened?
"Neither are you Potter" Zabini pointed out; it caught Harry's full attention.
"I hope you get sent out of the country" Daphne glared and walked away.
"Is she more hostile than usual?" Harry asked out loud "What do you mean I am not coming back?" Harry asked Zabini, before anyone could answer his first question.
Zabini and the rest of the Slytherins ignored his question.
Still knowing something wasn't right, he searched for an empty compartment, running towards the train in order to be one of the firsts to go on it.
Once he found one, he got inside and locked the doors.
This time he even used simple and basic wards. No one would assume a student would know how to perform even a basic ward, especially not a second year.
"First things first" Harry started thinking out loud.
"I didn't know Penelope nor Colin had died, or rather been murdered until recently. Yet it happened some time ago and everyone knew, so it hadn't been a well kept secret of the staff, it had been more of a public information. The chamber of secrets has been opened, yet the diary is safe under my bed in Godrics Hallow" Harry sat down starting to feel terrified.
"My last memory is from September, yet it is now December. I should have known that no matter which world I'm in, I still can't have a normal life"
"I need to be sure the diary is exactly where I left it" Having some sort of plan, or at least something to start with Harry felt calmer and slept the rest of the ride.
"Welcome back home" A very excited James Potter opened the door to their house, letting both his children go in before him.
"Harry!" Lily Potter was waiting for them inside. She ran towards Harry and pulled him into a tight embrace. "I am so happy to see you"
"Hi mom" Harry greeted and hugged her back.
"Are you alright?" She pulled away to see his face; she looked very concerned.
"I am fine' Harry said automatically, Lily didn't looked like she believed him.
"When is my next appointed with Healer Wayne?" Harry asked.
"You haven't seen him since September" Lily answered still concerned.
"Can you make an appointment?" Harry asked.
"Is there something wrong?" Lily now looked afraid, so did James and Danielle.
"I just need to see him" Harry answered, "I am tired"
"Of course, I'll make the appointment. Go rest" Lily said.
Harry went up the stairs towards his room as fast as he could without seeming too obvious about something being wrong.
He opened the door to his room, dragging the heavy trunk behind him and closing the door afterwards.
He left the trunk forgotten and went to where his bed was. He pushed it aside with all his strength so the loose piece of floor could be visible.
It was not what he was waiting for. Neither the diary nor the stone was there.
Tom Riddle must be back.
If he had to kill the giant basilik again, he would do it.
He didn't want to, but somehow he had gotten himself dragged into war again.
He wasn't going to lose his family, not when he had just gotten them back.
"Danielle, could you go to your room?" Lily asked gently.
"But…" Danielle started to argue.
"Listen to your mother" James interrupted.
"But…" Danielle tried again.
"Now" James dismissed her.
Stomping up the stairs, Danielle left her parents alone in the living room.
"I can't even imagine what Harry must have gone through this year" Lily began, "He is only 12 years old, he has already seen two of his classmates dead"
"He didn't saw them" James said.
"He was still there, in the same school. He must have felt so unsafe" Lily's eyes started to moisture.
"He is a smart boy Lily, he knows he needs a mind Healer" James started to reassure her, hugging her.
After a few second Lily pushed James gently away. "I am going to get the appointment right away" James just nodded.
Danielle stomped angrily to her room and shut the door close loudly.
She was concerned about her brother as well. All her parents saw was a child when he saw her, as if she couldn't be able to do anything to help him.
She had waited months to see him again, to be there for him again. Now she wasn't allowed to even know what was going on.
All she knew is that Harry wasn't going back to Hogwarts. Why?
She was looking forward to being in the same school as her brother next year, and now he wasn't going to be there with her.
Maybe she could go to wherever he was going.
She had always dreamt of Hogwarts, true. But she loved her brother more.
She needed to vent.
Danielle went to her closet and started to look for the diary. Almost immediately she found the stone, but the diary wasn't with it.
She moved everything inside and threw all her clothes throughout the floor. The diary still wasn't there. She looked in every piece of furniture in her room, even beneath her bed.
"Where is it?" Danielle hissed angrily to herself.
Lily had made the appointment with Healer Wayne the same day Harry had asked for it. The healer had been adamant of the fact of seeing Harry again, he didn't know how to help the boy and he didn't like to feel as if he had failed. It was the reason why he hadn't been able to say no to the appointment. He wanted to help the boy. He didn't know what the repercussions could be if he didn't help him.
The war was supposed to be left in the past. Children were supposed to have been able to grow without fear, without death. Two children had been killed inside of what was supposed to be the most secure place in the wizarding world after Gringotts. They had been in killed inside a school, and no one even knew what or who had killed them.
Lily had loved Hogwarts when she was a student; it had become her home. When Harry was born she had imagined all the adventures Harry would live when it was time for him to go to Hogwarts. It made her sad at the same time, her son would love Hogwarts more than here. Even if no one ever said it, everyone at some point did. She used to look forward to Hogwarts, and actually found it boring to be in her parents' house for a long period of time.
Now her son had to go to another school and her daughter will never experience the joy of going to Hogwarts. She had to talk to both of them soon about the new changes.
For now, Harry's mental state was the most pressing matter. The appointment with Healer Wayne was today. Harry had asked for it to be private, she had respected his wishes. It sill made the time fly very slowly, it had only been fifteen minutes since Harry had closed the Healer's office door. She had decided to wait for him instead of going back home. These times were precious to her. She wanted to relish the times she got to be near her son before he became too independent.
It still made her go mad with desperation at not knowing what Harry was saying to the Healer, she would have love to be the one Harry had wanted to talk to, but she still thanked he had wanted to talk at all. She had to be thankful that Harry wasn't like his father and just kept everything in. It had come from him to seek help.
Lily decided to get a cup of coffee, maybe that would get the time to go by a little faster.
She had been wrong. It only took her ten minutes to get a coffee, drink it and come back to being outside of Healer's Wayne office. Sitting patiently or standing looking at the door hadn't help either. She was now pacing back and forth. And still, there were thirty five minutes left.
James had told her to calm down, that Harry was fine. She knew that of course, but she couldn't help to worry, he was her baby. She had a very strong need to hold him and never let go. She knew Harry didn't need her to wait outside, or that she wasn't really helping by being there. She still wanted to be there.
It wasn't just that two classmates had died; it was more than that. He was going to have to leave his friends behind, and not only go to a different school but to a different country, since both James and her had decided to not let their children put a foot inside either Beauxbatons or Dumstrang.
Dumstrang was a school that was famous for their teaching of the Dark Arts, and Beauxbatons was famous for getting everyone inside to thinking they are better than everyone else, it was an academy where when they graduated they all acted like Malfoys. That had been Lily's words when she had argued her point.
They had decided on a small school in America, the United States to be exact. She was terrified of letting her child be so far away from her. He still needed to have an education; she knew that. She had preferred to homeschooled them, but James had argued against it, saying that they needed to learn to be on their own, and to be able to have friends. She hated when James was right. There were still good schools throughout Europe, of course there weren't just three schools in one country, but they voted against them, mostly because of the language. Harry only knew how to speak english and magic can only help so much. So they had decided on a school in the United States, in the south, San Diego to be exact. Beach and sun all the time; exactly the opposite of where they now lived. James wasn't very keen on the idea, he had felt that it would make Harry feel homesick. Lily wanted that, she wanted her baby to not like it and come back, but she knew Harry, he had always looked at everything as an adventure ever since he had started walking. She knew he would eventually love it.
Lily just hoped Harry didn't fall in love with someone there, she still hoped for him to come back to Godrics Hallow after his seventh year.
Then there was her other child, Danielle. She had always been even more independent than Harry. Danielle had always loved Harry and had always wanted to do everything he did, not only that, she had always wanted to do everything better than him. They were brother and sister after all. She had been sad when Harry had left for Hogwarts more than a year ago. Lily knew Danielle pretended that it didn't upset her, but from being a very loud girl, she had opted for locking herself in her room. Especially this year, it had been even harder.
Danielle had become a very rude young women. It was part of growing up, maybe, it still hurt to be talked back by your daughter. To be yelled by your baby girl. She was hurting and Lily didn't know how to help her. It was becoming worse with time. Lily had thought that Harry being back from school would help with Danielle's mood, but it hadn't. Danielle still shut herself in her room even if it wasn't as often as it had been before, her mood on the other hand had become ten times worse. She took everything badly. Everyone was now scared of even greeting the girl.
Maybe Danielle needed an appointment with Healer Wayne as well, it could only help, it certainly couldn't make it worse.
"Mom?" Harry touched Lily's shoulder lightly to get her attention.
"Harry" Lily exclaimed a little surprised.
Lily stopped pacing and tried to observe Harry's face, to see if she could see how he was doing. She couldn't see anything there, she had no idea of what might have happened in that office.
"Should we go home?" Lily asked.
"Sure" Harry started walking towards the St. Mungos' fireplace.
Healer's Wayne office
"Come in" A voice said from inside.
Harry opened the door and walked into the white office closing the door behind him.
"Harry" Healer Wayne greeted with a smile, he stood up and shook his hand.
"How have you been?" the Healer asked.
"I have been better" Harry answered and sat down on the empty chair in front of the mahogany large desk.
The Healer walked to his chair and sat down.
"What is on your mind?" Healer Wayne asked the young boy after a couple of silent seconds.
Harry twitched a little in his chair. He was feeling nervous and a little apprehensive, he wasn't sure if coming to Healer Wayne had been a good choice now that he was here.
"I need to know what is on my mind" Harry stated.
Healer Wayne stopped smiling and saw that Harry was a little scared, he needed to know why if he wanted to help him.
"There is something wrong, and I need you to help me figure out what it is" Harry explained seriously.
"What do you mean there is something wrong?" Healer Wayne asked. He already knew something was wrong, but he wanted to know why Harry thought it now.
"I can't seem to remember some things from this last couple of months" Harry said a little more nervously.
"How much can't you remember?" Healer Wayne started to write on his notepad.
"Anything" Harry answered in one breath.
The Healer dropped his pen and stared at Harry in shock.
"What do you mean anything?" Healer Wayne asked, hoping the boy was exaggerating.
"My last memory is from September" Harry explained, playing with his hands, not being able to look at the Healer in the eye.
Healer Wayne was now seriously scared, when a wizard or witch lose his memory that way they always ended in the permanent ward in St. Mungos.
"The spider webs aren't there anymore" Harry shrugged as if it wasn't important.
Healer Wayne snapped back into attention, he couldn't stop himself from feeling angry and annoyed at the 12 year old.
"I thought I told you not to take them off" Healer Wayne said trying hard to not let his frustration show.
"I didn't listen" Harry said.
"Obviously" the Healer stated, "I need to see if you damaged anything, besides your memory"
Before Harry could say anything, the Healer took out his wand and went into Harry's mind.
It had been some time since the last time Healer Wayne had been in Harry's mind. It seemed darker somehow, darker and emptier. He walked towards where he remembered the webs being, Harry was right, they weren't there anymore.
The first time he had seen them, he had been partially curious of what was behind them. There was nothing there, it only seemed as if the light couldn't reach that corner, or space. Something, instincts, told him not to go near it.
"You were right" Healer Wayne said the second he got out of Harry's mind "The webs are gone"
Harry looked a little annoyed but hid it almost immediately and just nodded.
"When did you take them off?" Healer Wayne grabbed his pen one more time.
"I can't remember ever taking them off" Harry answered truthfully.
"I thought you said you took them off" the Healer said.
"I started too, but I never finished taking them off… at least I don't remember doing it" Harry said seriously.
"Why are you here?" Healer Wayne asked, "I am not what the muggles call a shrink, I am proficient in legimancy and occlumency, those are my forte. How do you think that is going to help you? Do you want me to try and bring your memories back?"
"No" Harry answered quickly.
"To bring your memories back I need to look into all of them" The healer explained, knowing Harry was very private with his mind.
"I don't want you to look into my mind" Harry stated.
"How do you want me to help?" Healer Wayne asked.
"I need this free time" Harry said.
"Explain yourself" Healer Wayne dropped his pen again; curious to where Harry was going.
"I need to tell my mother I am coming here at least once a week, preferably twice. I need this free time away from her" Harry explained.
"Are you having problems with your mother?" The Healer asked.
"No" Harry started to say.
"Then why are you trying to get away from her?" The Healer answered.
"There is something I need to do" Harry explained.
"And what is that?" The Healer asked.
"I need to find out what happened to my memories" Harry tried.
"Why do you need to lie to your mother in order to do that?" The Healer asked.
"It is complicated" Harry said.
"I am sure it is" Healer Wayne said, "I am going to transfer you to another healer"
"I don't really need a healer" Harry said.
"You have memory loss" The Healer said, writing in a piece of paper a name of a healer, "I will give this to your mother"
"I will give it to her" Harry grabbed the piece of paper, frustrated and trying to come out with another plan.
Harry wanted some free time, if he was going to be in this war, the first thing he needed to do was get those horcruxes before the Dark Lord came back, hopefully he would never will. And even find out what and why he couldn't remember, he was sure that was important. Maybe this time he could do it right and find out why the first time hadn't gone right.
Healer Wayne knew Harry wasn't going to give the note to his mom, but it was something Harry had to want, if he was forced to talk about whatever problems he was having, they were only going to make them worse. He was still going to keep an eye on him, hopefully nothing was behind those webs.
Harry walked out of the office where his mother was pacing, waiting for him.
"Mom?" Harry touched Lily's shoulder lightly to get her attention.
"Harry" Lily exclaimed a little surprised.
Lily stopped pacing and looked straight into Harry's face, which made him a little uncomfortable.
"Should we go home?" Lily asked.
"Sure" Harry started walking towards the St. Mungos' fireplace.
Harry and Lily had gone straight home after the appointment with Healer Wayne, expecting to see James and Danielle there.
"Danielle is one of her moods" James said irritated as soon as Lily walked into the room.
"How bad?" Lily asked tentatively.
"Very" James sighed, "I'm going to the office"
"You don't work today" Lily narrowed her eyebrows.
"Then I'm going to visit Sirius" James smiled at his wife.
"They are not home" Lily crossed her arms.
"Remus?" James tried.
"I don't think so" Lily stated.
James didn't look happy about the thought of staying home that day. He had had a very bad day with Danielle. When Lily had asked him to stay with Danielle while she went with Harry to St. Mungos, he had loved the idea. He had thought it would be fun to maybe do some pranks with her baby girl.
It hadn't been as he had wanted. Danielle hadn't gone out of her room the whole day, and when James tried to get her out, she had come out screeching angrily.
Instead of trying to get to see what was wrong with Danielle, he just closed his daughter's room, trying to block the horrible sound coming from his daughter's lungs.
"What happened?" Lily asked concerned, getting James out of his head.
"Everything" James stated mockingly.
"James" Lily said annoyed.
"Nothing" James tried again.
"James" Lily asked again.
"I have no idea Lily" James threw his arms up, "I just tried to say hi"
"What is wrong with Danielle?" Harry interrupted.
"Nothing" James sighed.
"Why don't you go to your room Harry?" Lily dismissed him.
Harry went up the stairs towards his room, but stopped outside of Danielle's room to try and see if everything was all right.
A ruckus could be heard coming out of Danielle's room, as if she was destroying everything inside it. Not wanting to be on the receiving end of his sister's rage, he opted to go to his room just like had been told to do.
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Date: 1st, 12th, 16th, 17th, 22nd, 24th December 1992
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