What's up guys? Just to say that the last chapter described an actual dream I had, and I presume that Fear did wake me up, but I also felt silly afterwards, y'know, the usual. Here's the next installment, but be warned, it might get a bit depressing.

Chapter 4

'Sup folks? You guys are really great you know that? Harry just Loves the attention, don't you Harry?

*Blushes* shut up Disgust! Aren't you meant to be telling a story?

Oh yeah, I just can't help myself sometimes. Anyway, you guys are in for a treat today 'cause this goes over Harry's first glimpse of fame. Granted it was just a school nativity play but it was cool nevertheless. This was back in year 2 or 3 I think, and I was a dancing elf. Yes, being an elf was sure fun, we had a great timećƒ¼

No, it was depressing. Even you said it was pretty nuts.

Yeah, dancing was not even remotely fun!

Hey! You can't interrupt me! Did I interrupt you two? Okay, so perhaps being an elf wasn't what it was cut out to be, but we got to watch everyone else in costume, Evan was once again in one of the leading roles and Andrew was a wise man who got to give some kid gold. Who gets a baby gold for christmas? Not me for sure!

To be honest, I didn't get much chance at being anywhere near the console because worrywart was giving Harry stagefright and Anger was really grumpy for being stuck in a really ugly elf suit that didn't even fit. Eventually I made my way up to the front as we were walking on stage and immediately put an end to Fear's rampant anxiety attack. We managed to get all the steps right for the dance, not fall over and even got an applause (sorta), all of which Fear said wouldn't happen by the way.

Taking part in performances usually sucked back then, but I kinda like us acting nowadays, even if the others don't. And if Fear or Anger complain I can usually be persuasive to make them shut up and get on with it.

Anyway, the play was a success and we were happy with ourselves for not screwing up and looking like a doofus. We went home with our mum, brother and sister, who had come to watch us and admire Harry's (my) talents. I remember me that night thinking that everything was great in the world, we had our family, our friends, our happiness of sorts. Not a thing could possibly go wrong.

But what happens when you say stuff like that? Something comes along to burst your little bubble and makes you feel ridiculous, hurt and it feels like life is being down right sick playing cruel little games. Out of the blue, mum became seriously ill. I don't think I ever truly understood why or how, but she was sent to the local hospital and placed into the psychiatric ward for some disorder. I don't think I was ever told what it was, but if I was to look back on these events now I would say that Sadness and Fear controlled her life, and that eventually made her sick.

Harry, Bertie and Lily were all taken to another home to be looked after by some couple, which lasted for a year and a bit, and it was horrible. Harold doesn't have any fond memories of that place, and he was glad when Mum became well again. None of us in headquarters wanted to be separated from her ever again, yet how could we stop it? Anger couldn't forgive her for letting us go like that, yet how could we stop her? Perhaps we were the ones that caused it but we'll never know.

Oh dear, no I'm starting to cry like Sadness does. I think I'll stop here for now, Anger can take the reigns for a while, I can't concentrate...Anyway, have a fabulous time with firebrick girl, I'm sure she'll be really nice! *Cough cough*