Here With Me h.s/n.h

Chapter 17

My mouth hung wide open. Harry had dumped all of his things on the ground. Several items were broken. I tried keeping my distance. Afraid of what might happen.

Harry spotted me. He stopped in his tracks and dropped a small picture frame on the ground. The picture famed smashed into several pieces. He immediately realized it broke and flew down to his knees. He picked up the small shattered pieces.

I walked over to him and kneed down next to him. His eyes were bloodshot. He hid his face in his hands. I attempted to pull him into a hug. He pulled away and stiffened. I looked at the shattered frame. There was a small photo. I picked it up. It had a women with long black silky hair. She resembled Harry.

This must be his mother. I picked it up carefully, so not to cut my hand. I once again attempted to pull him into a hug. This time he didn't pull away.

Harry just kept crying and crying. This was a side of him I haven't seen before. I held him tighter. This was just like when my mom was gone. I was alone and had to deal with it alone. I didn't want him to be alone through this. I'm going to make sure he isn't alone.

I pulled him in closer.

"Harry?" I said quietly. He looked up to me. "Is that your mother?" I asked. He nodded his head yes. I pulled us apart by gently pushing him back from his shoulders.

"What happened to her?" He looked down at his hands.

"She died." He took a pause, trying not to cry more. "She was i-in a car accident." He studdered.

"Your going to be fine. She's in a better place." I said, starting to feel bad. "Where's your dad?"

"He's just a drunk ass, that left my mom when I was younger." He rudely stated.

"Oh." Was all I could say. I stood up off the ground. I held my hand out for him. He took my hand and I pulled him up to his feet.