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[slowroad.livejournal.com]

This is an extract from chapter 61 of my story The Perfect match. Word count: 395 words

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Harry found James waiting for him. He was standing by the window, looking thoughtful. He turned around when he heard his father come in.

"Something on your mind?" Harry said as made his way to his favourite chair.

"Um...yeah," James said. He scratched the back of his neck, he sighed and then he too sat down. He was clearly uncomfortable.

"What is it, son?"

"I don't like the idea of you and Al missing the New Year's Eve party at the Burrow. Is this how it is going to be from now on? Are you going to stay away from every family gathering?" He sounded a bit petulant as he said those words. It struck Harry then that there was still so much of the child about his eldest son. And as in everything else, he was clearly having a difficult time adapting to this change.

Harry took James' hands in his and squeezed them lightly. "It is not always going to be like this. The way things are now, with everyone upset about the divorce, it is best if I keep my distance. It's only for a while..."

"But why Dad? They're your family too."

Harry felt his eyes prickle with tears at those words. They were his family too, or so he had believed since he was eleven, but their behaviour in the past few days had shown him that they were Ginny's family first and they would always be. It was understandable, of course. Ginny is their daughter and the only one they have. It is perfectly natural that they will be more concerned about her than about me,

"I know that, Jamie. They are always going to be my family, but they are your mum's family first and they're all hurting a little right now, particularly Molly. She loves me like a son, but she can't bear the idea that her daughter is getting divorced. I know she's trying to be fair, but I guess she can't help blaming me just a little bit."

"But it’s not your fault!”

"True. But it can't be helped. She'll get over it...In the mean time, it's best if I keep my distance."

James frowned and stared at the floor for a bit. "It's not fair," he said again.

"I know. Just give it a couple of months and everything will be fine."

[cyn-ful.livejournal.com]

The body lay crumpled on the ground, not moving a muscle. He pushed it with his foot, but it only elicited a weak moan. Snape bent down and looked him over. "Damn you, Potter, what have you done?"

[cyn-ful.livejournal.com]

This just reminds me...I have to catch up with you! I haven't read any in a while.

[slashedsilver.livejournal.com]

*sniffles* And what happened next?

[cyn-ful.livejournal.com]

The tired man held his wand up, ready to take aim to block any hexes aimed at him. He moved into the drawing room near the stairs and nearly tripped. His shoe had come in contact with the object that had made the noise he had heard.

He lowered his wand and muttered. “Potter, what the bloody hell are you doing here?”

There was no response. He glanced down the hall to make sure that Draco had stayed in the room he was in. Snape waved his wand over the crumpled figure in the floor. Nothing was broken, there was nothing physically wrong with the boy.

He kicked him gently to get him to move, but it only made him moan again. Snape bent down and rolled him over.

Harry blinked slowly at the man, not focusing on him. His bright emerald eyes were dulled and fading.



better? (And that is as far as I have gotten)