Harry took a seat in the living room. By the grave expression that were shown across the detectives' faces, Harry could tell that they weren't just stopping by to say hello. He felt his heart beat fast as he tried to calm himself down.

'It's probably nothing,' he tried to reason with himself.

"Harry, how are you son?" said one of the detectives trying to ease into a conversation. Harry didn't want to be eased in. He wanted to know what was going on. He wanted to know now.

"Why are you here?" he questioned. The two detectives exchanged glances before they both faced Harry.

"We know this might be tough news to process at this time, but Harry we need you to keep a calm mindset," one of the two detectives said. Harry was starting to feel more uneasy then he already was.

"Can someone just please tell me what's happening?" There was a pregnant silence. No one spoke.

"Please!" Harry pleaded.

"Harry,"his mother began as she held his hand.

"Harry, it's about you teacher. He… he escaped prison."

Harry felt as if his life came crashing down at that moment. No. This couldn't be.

"You're lying,"Harry said. He could feel his lip quivering. Was this why he felt like he was being followed? Had Mr. Blackwell come looking for him again?

"Harry, we know this is hard to take in right now, but we can keep you safe."

Harry shook his head. They couldn't protect him. "You said he would be put away for good. You promised me!" he felt tears threatening to spill.

"I don't even think you realize that he's already here!" Harry sprung to his feet. He needed to calm down. He could feel his heart beating like crazy.

The detectives exchanged a look of complete shock. "Have you seen him around?"

"Harry, why didn't you tell me?" says his mom as he feels her grip his shoulder.

"I didn't notice until today. I was walking home and I felt like someone was following me. I-I don't know if I'm just being paranoid, but I just.. I," he was at loss for words. He thought everything was finally over, but no. Everything was starting all over again. An image of Mr. Blackwell staring at him with that creepy gaze flashed across his mind. He felt like breaking down, like holing himself in his room forever. Maybe that would save him from the clutches of that man.

"Harry, we promi-"

"What? Like how you promised he would be locked away forever! Like how you promised I wouldn't have to go through that experience again!" Harry didn't know what compelled him to say such things at the two men. It wasn't there fault that man had escaped, but Harry was just over come with emotions. What was he going to do?

"I-I'm sorry. I just… I just want to be alone right now," he said as he turned around and bolted into his room.

"Harry," his mother called out for him, but the detectives stopped her from following him.

"Leave him. He needs time to process what's going on. We should talk about our options," says the detectives as they sit down in the living room.

Harry locked the room behind him. He took a seat by the edge of his bed, taking a shaky breath. What was he going to do? There were so many questions he had, and so little answers the detectives were willing to give him. He had a feeling that the detectives were just going to sugar coat everything to him. He didn't want that; He just wanted to know the truth.

He could go with Niall, to Niall's uncle's cabin. Maybe he could spend the summer over with him, far away from here. But what if Mr. Blackwell followed him and did something bad to them. It would be Harry's fault. That's not what Harry wanted. Not even close. He can't even depend on Niall's help, his closest friend.

He spent a few minutes cooling off in his room. He supposes he had to come back down and talk things out. He walked down stairs, ready to face the detectives.

"No, he's just a boy. He's barely 18," he heard his mother cry out.

"It's the only option we have at this point. This can ensure his safety. We doubt he'll be able to catch Harry over there. He's a wanted felon, he won't be able to get past customs."

What were they talking about? Why would Harry have to go through customs? Harry stood besides the door, hiding from the view from his mom and the detectives.

"So," his mother said in a frail voice.

"Harry has to move to New York? By himself?"

Harry completely froze. What?