5

Harry stumbled into the house trying not to give him and Skylar away but, his plan had failed miserably when Skylar fell off of his shoulder and onto the floor laughing.

"Harry, what's wrong with Skylar?" Molly asked as she looked at the drunken laughing Skylar on the floor.

"Nothing Molly. It's nothing he's fine." He reassured his mother in-law. "Come on now Skylar, up you go." Harry said as he tried to pick up the fifteen year old boy. But to no avail. Skylar fell back down and went into another laughing fit.

All the adults in the den came into the hallway to see where all the noise was coming from. Hermione came into the hall first and noticed that her son was on the ground and he reeked of alcohol.

"What the hell's wrong with Skylar?" asked Fred and George in unison.

"He looks like he's on laughing gas. You know the kind they give you at the muggle dentist." Arthur said as he looked at the laughing boy on the ground curiously.

"Skylar!" Hermione barked at her son. That got him to stop laughing in an instant.

"What d'you want Mum." He slurred as he looked up at her and she noticed that his eyes were not focused at all.

"Get off of the floor right now young man! How could you do this Skylar?" Hermione asked as she tried not to release the tears that were threatening to fall from her eyes.

"How could I do this?" Skylar asked as he looked up at his mother. Furry and rage flashed in his eyes and Harry suddenly recalled someone else looking at him with that same look when he was younger. "How could you do this?!" Skylar tried to stand up without help but Harry grabbed his arm to steady him but as soon as Skylar was stand, he threw off the offending arm.

"Sky, what are you talking about?" Hermione asked. Her voice quivering as she spoke

"Don't Sky me!" Skylar yelled. Hermione flinched at her son's harsh tone and at first, she thought that she was standing in front of his father. "You know damn well what I'm talking about! You know that this would have never happened if you just stayed with him. Im not an idiot! Sick I may be but not an idiot. You think that I didn't hear half of those conversations with Oliver?" Skylar was now in a full rage and he was starting to scare Hermione and some of the Weasleys. How could the quiet well-mannered boy turn into a raging bull.

"Skylar! Please don't do this." Hermione was trying to keep the tears from falling now. She had never seen her son like this before. Not even when he had to be restrained in the hospital.

"Oh please." Skylar scoffed "What, your little friends don't know about your secret life. Why don't you tell them how you just walked out on the father of your son? Why don't you tell them how you turned down the offer for your son to have another father!" Skylar snarled at his mother who now very scared of her son.

"Who-who told you that Oliver told proposed to me?"

"You really think that he didn't ask me if I was okay with first. You know what. If you would have just said yes, then maybe this wouldn't be happening. Oh, I remember now. If I recall correctly, your exact words were, it's too much of a responsibility and that's a big burden to carry." Skylar had pure disgust showing in his dark eyes.

"Skylar that's not what I meant I-"

"Don't try to tell me some shit that you're making up on the spot." Skylar interrupted. "If I'm that much of a problem, then I should leave."

"Skylar!"

"No, no. I don't want to impose anymore. Maybe I'll just try and find my father on my own." Skylar turned towards the front door of the Burrow.

"Skylar don't do this. He doesn't even know about you. You know that I love you more than anything." Hermione was pleading with her son now who just turned around with a cruel smirk on his face that reminded her of how much he was his father's son.

"Do you really Hermione? Do you really?" With that Skylar Granger turned back around and left the Burrow.