Ch-14
Harry was laying sprawled on his bunker bed , and by sprawled he meant whatever the small space the bunker was giving 's been boring staying in this house filled with misery and cruelty of the past but atleast a place with more echoing laughter Than that of the dursleys. The sunshine was seeping in through the curtains ,hastily drawn over the window. Specks of lights were illuminated in Harry's face who was just laying in the bed.
There was quite a lot of noise downstairs a few minutes ago but now everything seemed fairly quiet. The reason why Harry wasn't already downstairs and asking what the fuss was about was because he himself was feeling too tired to walk downstairs. Another reason was that this was a regular occurrence in the house of the Blacks with one and other tactics of fred and George who regularly got scolded by Molly , he was seriously starting to feel sorry for those guys.
Feeling the sudden demand of food in his stomach , he hastily pulled himself out of his sheets and stood up on the dusty floor , really this place needed instinctively reached for his glasses , he was just adjust his glasses and trying to comb his messy hair (barely) when he started hearing hustings from downstairs. The hushing was setting him on edge , one way or another the grown ups always talked about him behind his back ... .and with the latest snake stunt he pulled off , he should be grateful no one was calling him 'snake king' behind his back.
Turning the doorknob as quietly as possible to not wake Ron up , he slipped out of the door and shut the creaking door slowly. Glancing around , he made his way downstairs , seeing the ugly and horrifying heads of house elf's displayed on the wall he grimaced . They really should find a way to get rid of them.
Figures were moving across in the kitchen , though the door was closed he could still make out movement. Someone was trying to keep his voice low but was failing miserably. He thrusted his hands in his pocket and slowly Withdrew his trusty wand , aiming it slightly at the kitchen door . He touched the cool metal of the door knob and twisted it open.
Molly was worried , like really worried. She had grown to love Harry as her own kid and she knew him enough that he wouldn't take the arrival of his dead parents smoothly . Of course he would feel happy …later but first will come shock…which is what she was afraid of.
"Molly?" Said Lily , throwing a glance in her direction , her eyes held nothing but determination to see her son "please"
Suddenly the atmosphere grew heavy , the doorknob on the kitchen slowly twisted. Too shocked to do anything , everyone turned real still , eyes boring into the door that would reveal someone they had been just talking about. With the soft creaking noise the door finally stood open and in front of it stood Harry James Potter.
Harry's heartbeat was racing , wait was it? He was suddenly feeling numb , as if he was a mere image curved out of granite. Every muscles in his body went slack , he could feel the thumping of his heart
Thump
Thump
Thump
A small voice escaped from Harry's throat
James stood exactly 6 inches away from the kitchen door ... .6 inches away from his son, he was there , he was alive , but he was no longer the small child he could swing in his arms and speak sweet nothings to.
"Harry" came out a voice far too down from his heart , James never thought he was capable of producing such a weak and shattering sound…
He watched as the green irises travelled down to his face and studied him , with a very protected face….protected? From him? Why? He was his father…..he-he reality hits him on his face he wasn't present in his life for the past 15 years.. .
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