Lovely CI by Green@TDA
James sighed as he walked to Dumbledore’s office with Sirius, he couldn’t believe that his son had run away yet again, it was breaking his heart, even more so knowing what damage it was doing to Hermione…the poor girl was in the infirmary over it. It had taken them five short minutes to arrive, and upon arrival they found that Remus was there waiting for them.
“We think we may have located him, an Auror has contacted Dumbledore via patronus because there has been a sighting.” Remus said quickly leading them into Dumbledore’s office, James felt hopeful, but when they entered Dumbledore shook his head.
“He knew he was being followed and he has disappeared again.” He said.
“Why is he doing this? James cried out in anguish, causing them to look at him with saddened expressions. “This is your entire fault, my son is doing this because off all the stuff you’ve filled his head with and you’ve sent my son to his death!” James yelled at Dumbledore.
“No James, I did not do this, Voldemort did! I am doing all I can to bring Harry back, but he has realised that this is his destiny; he’s the chosen one, look...” He walked across to one of his many cupboards and pulled out some items. “The Philosophers Stone, that he used to destroy Voldemort in his first year, the sword that he used to kill a basilisk which in turn he used one of its fangs to destroy the first ever Horcrux in his second year, Ravenclaw's Diadem, destroyed by another basilisk fang. The list goes on, he has come to terms with his destiny, why can’t you?”
“Because he’s my son and I love him and if he dies, I will never forgive you.” James whispered and left. Sirius went to follow him, but Remus stopped him, knowing that James needed to be alone.
He took a walk around the grounds of the castle before deciding to go up and see Hermione, he was dreading seeing what state she had gotten herself into, but he knew he had to, she needed someone close to Harry and who would be better than someone who looked identical to him?
“James. Have they found Harry? Is he here? She said in a rush, he had been bombarded with these questions as soon as he stepped in, he took in the sight before him. It was awful, she had tears flowing thick and fast down her cheeks and she was breathless, her hair was a mess and she looked utterly frightened, something which he quite rarely seen in Hermione.
“Miss Granger, I really need you to relax.” Madame Pomfrey said, sternly. James walked over and hugged her, in hope that it would soothe her.
“No, not yet, but I will, I did the last time.” James replied trying to comfort her.
“But James it’s important that he needs to be found, it’s different this time, I need him to be found alive.” She howled, as she gripped tightly onto his t-shirt in a pleading manner.
“Hermione I am going to need you to calm down and tell me why it is so different this time” James said sternly and a little bit panicked. “Hermione, will you please tell me what you meant?” He said after a few minutes silence. “Is Harry is trouble? Is there something you know that we don’t?” He asked hurriedly. Hermione sighed and looked at Madame Pomfrey; she nodded in understanding and left the two of them alone for a moment.
“I need you to know that this is very hard for me right now.” She muttered standing and walking to the window.
“Hermione…” James said in a warning tone, but Hermione interrupted.
“I’m pregnant, James.” Hermione whispered.
Harry had yet again managed to escape the Aurors that were out hunting him, he was sure that his time was running out, but there was still so much left to do. He had only managed to acquire two of the Horcruxes so far, the Diadem and the Locket, he was getting tired, hungry and cold… He had purchased a small tent to sleep in but it wasn’t very warm, food was also in short supply and soon enough he would have none. He was absolutely certain that all too soon his father would come looking for him. Harry wiped a tear away from his eye as he thought of the heartache he knew that he was causing his dad and Hermione, but he had to do it, for them and for the rest of the wizarding world.
It was a cold and windy day, the wind howled fiercely through the trees, often catching his chest. He was sure that he was going to end up with the flu or something similar, he often found himself guzzling water at a fast rate in order to keep his mouth moist, his nose was runny and he was often far too cold.
Wrapped heavily in blankets and warm clothing, he leant over and switched on the radio, he smacked it a few times before he found the channel that he was looking for. It was a station that was run by the Weasley twins, after they were forced to close their shop they took to the radio to let people know the latest death toll and missing persons rates, this time however what he heard shook him up.
“You’re pregnant, and Harry knew yet he still ran away? James asked disbelievingly, now understanding the reason for her unusual, frightened behaviour.
“No, I never got the chance to tell him, I only found out myself two days ago.” She replied and begun crying again.
“What were you thinking? James said in frustration. “You’re only kids yourselves.”
“I know it was an accident he had told me he loved me for the first time in our relationship and now he’s run away again and he’s going to end up being killed.”
“No!” James shouted, surprising Hermione. “He will not die.” He said fiercely. “Especially since he now has a child to care for.”
“What are you going to do?” Hermione asked wearily.
“The Weasley twins have a radio station don’t they? One that the Death Eaters can’t here?”
“Yes, they change the waves frequently.” Hermione answered slightly confused.
“Right well I’m going to put out a plea, in hopes that Harry will hear it.”
“I don’t want him to find out over a radio.”
“He won’t” James said not able to look at her. “Sirius and I will also go looking for him, we’ll find him.”
“I’m scared James.” Hermione said, he looked into her eyes and saw the vulnerable child that she was.
“Don’t worry, I’ll find him I promise.” He said and gave her a hug. “I’ll keep in touch.” He added and left the hospital wing and walked back to Dumbledore’s office.
“What is that?” James asked, scaring everyone in Dumbledore’s office. They were huddled around his desk looking at something that once looked like it had been a gold piece of Jewellery, but it was charred black and had a large hole in it.
“It’s Riddle’s locket.” Dumbledore answered “Harry sent me it; along with a letter saying that he damaged it with Gryffindor’s sword.”
“Harry contacted you?” James asked disbelievingly.
“Yes, he explained how he found the sword at the bottom of a lake, you’re son has unknown powers to have summoned that sword.”
“He sent you a letter.” Remus said to him handing him a small thin envelope. He took it and tore it open, hoping that it said how he was.
I know that I have caused you a lot of pain, Hermione too, but I had to do this alone…It’s my destiny, I have been marked as Riddles equal, I must do this alone…please don’t hate me! I want you to know that I am safe and I will return soon.
“James?” Sirius asked uncertainly, he stepped closer to his friend and took the letter out of his hand and read it quickly.
“I have to go looking for him.” James whispered.
“James we still don’t know where he is.” Remus said.
“We can use the same plans he is, it’s clear that he’s sticking to the plan, but doing it in a different way.” He said firmly. “I need to find him he’s got responsibilities now.”
“What do you mean?” Sirius asked him confused.
“Hermione’s pregnant.” James said, the reactions of the room were similar to that of his, pure disbelief.
“I thought that kid was sensible?” Sirius asked, all James could do was nod in agreement, he didn’t know how to answer, there were a lot of things he thought his son would never do.
“Does Harry know?” Remus asked.
“No it was an accident, he had run away before Hermione had the chance to tell him.” They all sighed and sat in silence for a few minutes.
“I’ll go with you on the hunt, two pairs of eyes are better than one.” Sirius said, breaking the silence, and James nodded.
“Do you still have the plans?” Dumbledore asked and once again James nodded. “Keep in touch.” He added.
“I will, I am going to go and see the Weasley twins and do a plea on the radio and see if that will get him to get in contact again.”
“I will send Fawkes to you every time he contacts me, apparate here every time you see her.”
“Thank you.” James said and left with Sirius following behind him.
“Right don’t forget what we talked about, we all want Harry to know that his safety is the most important thing in the world, you must not let him know how angry you are.” Fred said handing James the microphone that he was to speak into.
“I’m not angry at him…I just want him home.” James said, he seemed tired and weary, as if he couldn’t go on without Harry.
“We know, just make sure you let him know that.” George said, and turned the microphone on.
“Harry… It’s your dad, James…” James began, but felt himself well up so he took a few deep steadying breaths before continuing… “If you’re listening to this I…I just want you to know that I’m not angry with you, nor could I ever hate you…I just want you home, where you belong, safe with me. Hermione is breaking her heart, she’s in the Hospital wing and she’s not showing signs of getting better. Just please come home, please I am begging you… I need you.” At this James broke down crying and handed the microphone back to Fred before running out of their hiding place.
“Harry, this is Fred…we all want you home and safe, you don’t always need to be the strong one, the one to go it alone…we are all here to help.” He set the microphone down, switched it off and walked out.
Harry switched off the radio, ran outside and threw up. After doing so he sat against a tree and took a few deep breaths to stop his shaking. He couldn’t believe he had put Hermione in Hogwarts Hospital wing, all because he left. He felt like a scum bag. He took the list out of his pocket and scanned it, he thought for a long while about whether he could go home, but no, he had gotten this far and he couldn’t turn back now, it was too late…wasn’t it?
He ran into his tent and got his quill along with some parchment, if he couldn’t speak to Hermione then he would compose her, a long heartfelt letter and he hoped that it would be enough for now. He had spent hours of valuable hunting time, but he didn’t care, all he wanted to do was give Hermione some comfort and let her know that he won’t be gone forever and as he sent off the long letter with Hedwig, he hoped that he had done that.
A.N Hey yet another chapter, I hope you like this one it took me days to write and get the emotions correct, which I hope I have done. Please Review.
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