Looking puzzled James closed down the shop and checked his watch. It was only 2 and Lily wouldn't be done with her dance practice for another four hours. Frowning, a look that was quite foreign on Mr. Potter, he walked hurriedly to his flat, his mind working over all it had processed in the last hour or so. The attacks had started again, which in his mind ment it was only a matter of time before the got worse. Reaching his flat, he tapped the door knob and then unlocked it slinging his coat onto the coat rack absent-mindedly before falling down on the couch.