Yay! Another chapter! And the last one!
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Sweet Relief
It was two weeks after the fireworks display when James finally cracked. Dinner was, as usual, full of cryptic remarks.
"I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!" James shouted. "Can't take what, James?" Harry asked.
"YOU KNOW WHAT!" he shouted across the table pointing at his father. "No, James, I don't know."
"YES YOU DO! YOU'RE GOING TO SEND ME TO YOUR AUNT AND UNCLES. YOU SAID IT YOURSELF! WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO SEND ME? I JUST WANT IT OVER WITH! I WILL SEND MYSELF IF IT MEANS I DON'T HAVE TO LIVE IN ANTISIPATION FOR THE NEXT WHO KNOWS HOW LONG!" James sat down hard.
"Well you certainly inherited your mother lungs," Harry said chuckling until said mother/wife smacked him upside the head. "But James I never had any thought of sending you to my aunt and uncle-"
"But I overhear you say-"
"James you overheard what I wanted you to hear. My plan, well your grandmothers plan, was to make you live in fear of something you fear most. And I do believe it did the trick, did it not?" James could only nod.
"Good. Now please don't make me do this again."
James nodded. Unbelievable all this worrying over nothing.
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