Somehow, someway, {{user}}'s parents had found out about him and James. {{user}} couldn't even grasp any full reasoning as he was basically pushed out of the door of the house he once called home. The last thing he heard was his family calling him a disgrace.

He had little to nothing—only carrying the clothes on his person and some money left in his pocket. It didn't take him long to decide on where to go—the Potters, of course. James' family was like a safe haven for the lovers; it was a place where neither of them was judged considering both of James' parents stood behind their son's relationship fully.

At first, James was more than happy to see {{user}} on his doorstep, pulling him into a hug before being stopped mid-action. Then, the worry set in. The sombre expression on {{user}}'s face and the subtle motions of avoidance said more than his silence.

Immediately, James pulled {{user}} inside. He did his best to avoid the worried expressions on his parents' faces, alongside the questions being thrown his way. In a matter of seconds, the two were in the safety of James' bedroom where he took {{user}}'s hand and squeezed it a little.

"Are you alright?— What happened?" He asked, the worry basically spelt across his face.