The Boy Who Hated Living

Running Away

Danny's head was pounding as he walked to the door someone was hitting as hard as they could. When he opened the door his aunt Marge walked in carrying an umbrella and Jack came in right behind her. He felt horrible, nearly half a day going through an episode usually drained most of his energy.

Danny took a deep breath before looking at Jack, "Um, I need you to sign this."

Jack glanced at the paper, "What is it?"

"Nothing important, school stuff."

Jack walked away, "Later, if you behave."

Danny wanted to make a snarky comment but he kept his mouth shut Marge looked at him, "Oh, your still here are you?" Danny simply nodded, "Won't even respond when someone's talking to you, it was good of my brother to keep you." She leaned closer to Jack, "Would have been straight to an orphanage had he been dumped in my doorstep Jack."

Jazz started laughing at her show and Marge practically smothered her while Jazz wouldn't even acknowledge the woman. Jack looked at him, "Take Marge's suitcase upstairs."

Danny nodded again and took it upstairs, time passed surprisingly quickly, thank god, and it was dinner time. He collected the empty plates while Jack offered Marge some wine, when he glanced at Marge giving her dog, who actually liked him, she scowled. "What are you looking at?"

Danny just looked away and Marge looked at Jack, "Where did you send the boy Jack?"

Jack looked at her, "St. Brutus's, it's a fine institution for hopeless cases."

Marge looked at him, "And they use a cane at St. Brutus's boy?"

Danny looked at her, "Oh yeah, all the time." If by that you actually mean wands for casting spell, but she didn't need to know that. Danny turned his back on her and leaned against the counter as he thought about his school, he missed it.

He'd stayed in contact with his friends as much as he could, Madam Pomfrey and Professor McGonagall checked in on him as well. He also went to visit his friend, now boyfriend, which he was ecstatic about, so this summer hadn't been too bad so far. Then he heard something that made all of that come to a screeching halt, his blood felt like it was starting to boil.

"You mustn't blame yourself about how this one turned out Jack, it's all to do with blood, bad blood, what is it the boys father did Maddie?"

"Nothing, he didn't work, he was unemployed."

Marge laughed a little, "And a drunk too no doubt."

Danny growled to himself, "Lies."

Marge looked at him, "What did you say?"

Danny turned and glared at her, "He wasn't a drunk."

His anger flared and the lights started to flicker before the glass in Marge's hand shattered, whether he should blame his ghost powers or his magic he didn't know. Marge laughed a little and looked at Maddie after the woman screamed in alarm, "Don't fuss Maddie, I have a very firm grip."

Jack looked at him, "I think it's about time you went to bed."

Marge looked at Jack, "Quiet you." Marge then turned to him, "You, clean it up."

Danny grabbed a hand towel as he took a deep breath and walked over to the table before he started cleaning the glass from the table. Marge continued, "Actually, it has nothing to do with the father, it's always to do with the mother. You see it all the time with dogs, if there's something wrong with the bitch then there's something wrong with the pup."

Danny glared at her, "And what the hell would you know about my parents?!"

Danny felt his anger flare again but he couldn't force it down, not this time, and Marge looked at him. "Right, let me tell you-."