Slow Starts
“Harry?” James gulped. His heart was furiously beating and
he was beginning to sweat. He was more nervous now than he had been in even
seeing Harry again. It seemed as thought time stopped while he waited for a
reaction from him.
“Why?” Harry glared at his father. “Why did you two have to be the heroes? Why did it have to be me? Didn’t you stop and think that it might not work?”
“I…we…Harry, we thought we knew what we were doing. Merlin, we never intended on it backfiring…we never wanted to leave you…or to lose you…we…we just…”
“You put your family on the line and lost.”
*winks* And if you're interested to know, I've begun work on the next chapter, although I have a feeling it'll be just as difficult as this one was to write.
*hugs*
“Why?” Harry glared at his father. “Why did you two have to be the heroes? Why did it have to be me? Didn’t you stop and think that it might not work?”
“I…we…Harry, we thought we knew what we were doing. Merlin, we never intended on it backfiring…we never wanted to leave you…or to lose you…we…we just…”
“You put your family on the line and lost.”
*winks* And if you're interested to know, I've begun work on the next chapter, although I have a feeling it'll be just as difficult as this one was to write.
*hugs*