Harry could remember the court day just as vividly as he remembered what he ate for breakfast this morning. He could remember the gray color that plastered the court walls. He could remember walking into the court room and instantly seeing the man which he had come to respect, but of course that all diminished the dayhe decided to lay his hands on Harry. He could remember those eyes watching him closely, never leaving his sight. When Harry went on the stand, Mr. Blackwell continued to watch him with no shame, but of course he was a handsome man; he was able to act as if his actions were unintentional. Harry could have sworn he made some people believe Harry was just an attention seeking teen.
The case was opened for several months. He couldn't understand why? He wasn't lying about the encounters and he sure as hell wasn't imaging anything that occurred. There were many other students who came to the stand. Whille they didn't see what had happened like Niall had, they pointed out the many obvious signs of infatuation that the teacher had towards Harry.
He remembered being frustrated because the jury didn't seem to believe him. At one point, he thought his teacher would walk away free, but fortunately the evidence was to hard to ignore. The day the jury had announced the verdict was the day Harry was able to breath properly without fearing any another assaults from the man, Mr. Blackwell would be going to jail for many years. He was going to have to try and forget what had happened, but he wasn't stupid, he knew this would be a memory burned into his brain.
It was almost a year since then and he was coping. He didn't really trust any adults though. He only trusted his family and Niall, his only actual friend. He learned that he should not be trusting of any one. If one asked how Harry was doing, he would say he was doing good and that therapy was working, but that would be a flat lie. He was not doing okay; he had lost trust in those around him. He was scared of the outside world, but he was trying, he really was.
"Harry love, come on it's time for school." Harry was jolted out of his thoughts by his mother.
It was the last day of school and Harry was dreading it. He would now have noting to occupy his mind from those dreaded memories. He quickly headed to the door and to his moms car. While on the way to school, Harry pondered about what significant changes he had went through after the incident. Harry's personality wasn't completely shattered, he hadn't changed his clothing style, he wasn't cutting himself - even though he had that option in the back of his mind- and he wasn't doing any drugs, he has just become more reserved and less trusting.
When he arrived at school, he headed straight to his first period. In his school, one learned not to trust the faulty bell system. He remembered once the bell rang 30 minutes into his lunch time and he had to run to his next class while chocking on his sandwich. He laughed at the memory, Niall made sure to never let him forget these moments. Niall never truly let him forget that one time when the bell rang 5 minutes early, the exact same moment when he barley got to the loo. He didn't know what excuse to tell his teacher other than he tripped and stayed on the ground for five minutes. It was moments like these that he was truly grateful for because he needed something to ease his thoughts.
Harry arrived to his class and was greeted by his teacher Mrs. Junior one of the many teachers who had cut him some slack. He didn't like to be treated differently, but once the school found out about his incident, there was no stopping their pity. He spotted Niall and smiled, which Niall reciprocated. Since it was the last day of school, no one would shown up only about half the students showed up to school after all.
"Harry! I need to do something, I'm bored" said Niall while frantically waving his arms.
"I've got some exams in my desk" said Mrs. Junior
Niall's eyes widened "I think I'll just stick to being bored thanks" he replied.
Harry laughed, "Seriously mate, why would you show up to school then?"
Niall scoffed "I couldn't just leave you here. You would probably take her exam if I did."
They spent the rest of the school day conversing about their vacation plans and enjoying their last day. Once school ended they decided to head straight to the mall.
"I think you should come with me and my family to our uncles cabin" offered Niall, while he didn't show it, Harry knew he worried about him a lot.
"I mean you're not going to do much at home right?" he questioned.
"No, but I'd rather stay home thanks" replied Harry.
"Okay, suit yourself. I'll just have an awesome time without you," he joked.
"No, but seriously, we're leaving tomorrow, you can come if you'd like, have a change of scenery, yeah?"
"No really I'm fine."
They both headed home after that. Niall gave his final goodbye before leaving to his uncles cabin. Harry quickly headed home, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something would be going wrong soon. He felt like someone was watching him. He quickly raced to his house, shutting the door as quickly as he could.
He expected to come home to an empty house. With his mother constantly working, Harry had gotten used to coming home before she did. Today was different. She was home.
"Harry," his mother called out to him.
"We need to talk," she finished as Harry walked into the living room, noticing the two agents who had handled his case.