Harry sat at the end of the hallway waiting for his father to come and tuck him in.. for the third time that night. He didn’t say anything or make any noise. He just sat there with his bunny stuffed animal in hand, and his hair all over the place.

This was their nightly routine, James would put him to bed in his own room a few times until Harry finally got his way and got to sleep with James, the doctors said it was just childhood anxiety about sleeping alone, or a fear of the dark or something like that.

James had a hunch it was something different though. Harry’s always been a kid who loved to be independent and do things on how own, it was just out of character for him to not want to sleep alone.

Finally james was finished with the dishes and turned around and saw Harry.