Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter (I wish) however I do own the little plot bunny.

Warning: Eventual Slash!

Summary: After Sirius dies in the MOM Harry doesn't return to the Dursleys but instead goes back to the burrow. The Weasleys are worried about Harry who is withdrawing himself steadily from the world around him. Bill, seeing this, takes it upon himself to bring the boy back to reality, falling in love along the way. This is going to be a drabble fic spread out over the years ( 5th- 7th not sure how many parts there will be, but I do know that this is basically the background story/ lead up to my Advent Calendar entries about Bill and Harry) There won't be many as they can only be within the summers.

I'll Bring You Back

One Small Miracle

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'If there was one small miracle that came from the events that took place at the Ministry of Magic last week it was Dumbledore's decision to allow Harry to come straight to the Burrow with us instead of sending him back to those foul relatives of his.' I thought to myself as I glanced at the Raven haired teen sat opposite me.

Harry hadn't said one word since Sirius died and the whole family were worried sick about the boy, myself included. I tried to put myself in his shoes, tried to get a sense of what he must be feeling, but I couldn't.

After everything he'd been through already, growing up without parents, with muggles who hated him and then not only having his boyfriend ripped from him the year before, but now also the man he saw as a surrogate father? I was half surprised he hadn't gone dark already...but then I knew he would never, could never do that.

I watched as Harry pushed food around on his plate as he had done for every meal since we arrived. It broke my heart to see the usually outgoing teen so dejected. I longed to see the vibrant green his eyes once held again and shied away from the dull hue they'd taken on since Sirius' death.

He's so beautiful, even now in his mourning, his grief, he's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, no-one knows that I think so, though, and they probably never would- at least for the next few years- after all, Harry is only fifteen now. I'm not attracted to him per-say, I will be one day, I'm sure- when he's older- but I can see the beauty that he posses, both outside and in, and can't help but to want to protect him. He's become a good friend in the short time that I've known him, from the previous summer and then through the letters we sent each other over the year since.

It was odd really, that we should find such a strong connection, one that was so instantaneous, in those weeks Charlie and I spent getting to know him, but we had and afterwards we had decided to stay in touch. Charlie had as well, I know, for we'd had many a conversation these past few weeks about them. I knew that we'd become Harry's closest confidants, even more so that Ron and Hermione, and that I had a sneaking suspicion that it would only be Charlie and I who would be able to pull Harry out of this funk.

I was brought out of my thoughts when I heard the scrape of a chair being pulled out. I glanced up in time to see Charlie raise an eyebrow in question before tilting his head slightly in Harry's direction and I knew that my previous assessment had been wrong. Charlie was definitely aware of my feelings towards Harry, or at least suspicious enough to be interested. I knew that he would not judge me, that he of all people would see that I possessed only friendly feelings for the boy now, but that I could see myself falling completely and utterly in love with Harry.

I couldn't help the blush that stained my cheeks at having been caught and smiled a little when Charlie smirked at me, his suspicions confirmed.

"Later," I mouthed at him before directing my gaze once again towards Harry. I was glad to see that Harry had actually taken a bite of the food; it was something, after all, it was more than he'd eaten in days.

As I watched him, my mum floating around the kitchen doing this and that, and the rest of my family eating their own breakfasts I made a silent promise, to myself that I would do all in my power to help Harry, but also to the boy himself.

I promise you Harry, I will bring you back, if it's the last thing I do.

I hope you will enjoy these little tiny ficlet chapters as much as I enjoy writing them. As always your comments and constructive criticisms are greatly appreciated.

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