Back To The Beginning By THE PEVERELL's LAIR

Chapter 8 : Dilemma

Although it pained him a lot, he had to do it. As he had decided, he had maintained an indifference towards Narcissa and Bellatrix. He couldn't escape them. They were always around, but he had stopped spending alone time with the two.

He helped Bellatrix as he promised, but after that, he would leave the Room of Requirements without a word. He didn't stop to speak one word more than required.

He had stopped referring to Narcissa by her nickname. He called her Narcissa much to her displeasure. He would not remain in their vicinity for one second if the others weren't there.

"Harry?" James stopped him as he was leaving the hall.

"What are you doing?" He questioned.

"They are hurting, Harry," James whispered as he observed Narcissa tear up slightly and Bellatrix seeming considerably down.

"Why are you being so adamant about ignoring them?" He questioned.

"I'll tell you one more time, James. " Harry turned back to his brother.

"Just shut up and stay out of this." He snapped and left the Great Hall.

James was surprised and a bit sad about his response. He was fine for all this time. What the hell was wrong with him?

James turned back to the two girls and shook his head sadly.

"I am sorry, girls." He whispered.

Bellatrix shook her head. "Did he say why he is doing this?" She asked. "To anyone at all?"

She received negative answers.

"What about you, Bones?" She asked the quiet girl.

"No. He didn't mention any such thing." She confirmed.

"Was it something we did?" She wondered to herself.

"But why?" Narcissa almost seemed to cry, but controlled herself.

"Why is he doing this? There should be a reason he is avoiding us. He has never avoided me in the past." She said.

"When he does not want to say something, nobody can make him talk," James replied.

"Something is going on in his head, though I don't know what." He said, his eyes wandering to the door through which he had walked out.

Harry raced out of the Great Hall. It pained him to do so, but he had no choice.

When he had arrived here, he would have laughed at the idea that the two would become important enough to make him do all this. It was sad, but he got to do this.

The farther they are from him, the better.

Harry was walking absentmindedly, but he came to a stop as he felt a magical presence behind him.

He knew instantly who the person was.

"Mr Potter?" Harry cursed under his breath.

"How can I help you, Headmaster?" He questioned with false politeness. Either Dumbledore didn't hear him or didn't mind it.

"I had a few questions, Mr Potter." He said.