Lay beside me, tell me what they've done
Speak the words I wanna hear, to make my demons run
The door is locked now, but it's open if you're true
If you can understand the me, than I can understand the you.

            In the streets of London a young raven-haired, 17-year-old boy wondered the dark alleys and lighted streets of the city. It was a crisp August night, and this young man had run away from his home in Surrey. How then, you may ask, did a 17-year-old get from Surry to London in a short amount of time? I mean this boy had only just arrived in the streets of the brightly lit city. Well, this boy is no ordinary boy; this boy is Harry Potter, the hero of Wizards. Or so he should be, but the dark lord Voldemort always manages to escape just before Harry is able to destroy him. Harry sighed thinking of his plight. He ran away from his relatives and vowed never to go back, no matter what; his uncle had crossed a line that night. Harry leaned against the doorframe of a suite of condo flats touching his cheek thinking about the events that took place earlier that day.

            Vernon Dursley had come home and was in quite a foul mood, he had lost three deals that day and the head manager had unexpectedly died. He immediately blamed the cause of death on Harry, only for two reasons. One, Harry was just Harry, and two, because Harry was a wizard and they had quick ways of killing people. So what better way to take out you anger on someone then hit him or her a few times? This shocked even Petunia and her pudgy son Dudley that Vernon would even sink as low as physical abuse. As soon as the first three blows were made Harry bounded for his room his uncle close behind. The young wizard managed to grab his wand, shrunk all the important things that he would need, pocketed them and jumped out the window onto his broom, a Firebolt, and made it to London in no time flat. Ever since he landed he had been walking the streets thinking, after he had shrunk the broom.

            Meanwhile in said condo flat where our young hero stood, another young man came out of his own apartment on one of the top floors of the suit. Like Harry, he too had ran away from home, but he was older and was of legal age to leave, but his mother still treated him like a baby, and he felt it was his time to leave his home of 19 years and get his own flat. The man was tall, lanky, had wavy auburn hair and cocoa brown eyes framed by grey wire framed glasses. His skin was pale and covered in freckles; he was obviously a Weasley, one of the older ones. Yes, this man was none other then Percy Weasley. Two years earlier Percy left the Burrow telling his family it was because he wasn't going to believe Harry Potter about the return of Lord Voldemort, but that was only half the reason. He had always been the outcast in his family and he couldn't take it anymore. So he left his home and family and on his pay he bought a muggle flat in the condo suits.

            Percy was just leaving to go for a drive not in the mood to watch his movies alone and he wasn't about to invite his annoying next-door muggle neighbor over either. He sighed as he walked into the lift, he hated being alone and wished he could let go of his pride and go home, but he knew, two years was too long and he wouldn't be forgiven.

            In the front of the building Harry had sat on the ground and fell asleep, emotionally drained from the days events. Percy came out of the building and sensed a strong magical presence near him. The sleeping teen caught his eye and he studied him for a moment and finally recognized the boy and gasped. He bent down and shook Harry awake.

            'Harry? Wake up!' he said frantically. Harry was shivering slightly, for it was cold outside, and he also had a black eye and a split lip. Percy searched for his keys in his coat pockets before he took it off and put it on the younger boy. Harry had woken up by this time and looked confusedly up at his best friends older brother. 'Come on Harry, get up, let's get you inside.' Percy helped Harry up and led him back inside the building. Harry had wrapped the coat around him even tighter getting lost in the musky smell that was Percy. They walked into the lift together, Harry was still quite tired and he had leaned against the older Weasley the whole time his eyes closed. He still didn't register that it was Percy he was leaning against, but he was glad he was warm and had a feeling that he was safe.

            When they got to the floor that Percy lived on Harry had fallen into a light sleep and was just content on following Percy were ever he went. Percy guided Harry to the door of his flat propped him against the wall so he could unlock said door. When the door was unlocked Percy guided Harry into the apartment, not paying attention to anything, but his young charge which he got into the bedroom hurriedly. He laid the teen down and took off the coats he was wearing then got him out of his shirt, shoes, socks and pants. When this task was done Percy pulled the covers of his bed down and tucked Harry in, took off his glasses and hoped he would sleep until morning.

Lay beside me, under wicked sky
The black of day, dark of night, we share this paralyze
The door cracks open, but there's no sun shining through
Black heart scarring darker still, but there's no sun shining through
No, there's no sun shining through
No, there's no sun shining...

            Harry woke the next morning feeling well rested. He still thought he was at Number 4 Privet Drive and waited for his aunt to bang on his door to wake him up, but no one came. There was, however, the smell of someone cooking and suddenly the previous night's events came back to him. He had fallen asleep outside somewhere and he vaguely remembered someone waking him, placing something over his shoulders to warm him then guiding him somewhere, but everything was a blur. He opened his eyes; someone had taken his glasses off, but he knew he was in a room with a queen sized bed and big warm comforters. He looked around and noticed one of the blurs near him was brown in colour and sort of looked like a nightstand. He reached over and felt the cool metal of his glasses. He grabbed them and put them on then looked around the room. It was a white room with not much in it besides the bed, nightstand, closet and a chair where his clothes resided. He wondered whom the room belonged too and after stretching Harry got out of the bed and walked out of the bedroom following his nose to the kitchen. 

            When he entered the kitchen he saw a big wooden table with four matching chairs around it. At the end closest to the door were a bottle of rubbing alcohol, a newspaper, and a bag of cotton balls. Harry eyed them wryly as he walked further into the room. At the stove was a man with wavy red hair and right away Harry knew it was Percy. Percy was cooking breakfast on what seemed to be a muggle stove, and as Harry looked around he noticed that all the appliances in the kitchen were muggle. If Harry didn't know Percy he would have mistaken him for a muggle. Percy turned around and smiled when he saw Harry standing there.

            'Good, you're awake.' He said then walked over to the table pulling one of the chairs over to the end of the table and pulled out the end chair so the two chairs where facing. 'Sit,' Percy said motioning to the chair in front of him, after he had sat down. Harry obeyed silently and watched as Percy grabbed a cotton ball and doused it in rubbing alcohol. 'Lean forward,' Harry did slowly. 'Now this is going to sting.' Percy warned as he took Harry's chin in his free hand and gently dabbed the cotton ball on the bruise under Harry's left eye. Harry winced at the first contact, it burned like hell, but he let Percy continue. When Percy was done he set the cotton aside and blew on Harry's cheek to stop the burning. Their eyes met for a moment, but the connection was broken when someone had knocked on the door. Percy looked away, stood up, and went to answer the door.

            'Good morning Percy!' Came a woman's voice from the door.

            'Good morning Maria.' Percy replied a hint of annoyance in his voice. Harry sighed and walked over to the stove while the two neighbors talked making sure Percy's breakfast didn't burn. 'Look Maria, I have company over so I can't invite you in right now. He's a little shy and doesn't like strangers, so I'll talk to you later.' Percy lied. Harry smirked as he listened to this. Percy was a terrible liar.

            'Oh, well, that's a downer, I was going to invite you over for breakfast.' Maria said and sighed. 'Well, then I guess I'll see you later tonight, for movies perhaps?'

            'Sorry, I'm booked tonight, maybe sometime next month.' And with that the door shut and Percy came back into the kitchen and froze when he realized Harry was in his boxers still. They where red cotton and just clung to his thin waist. Harry had a fine Quidditch toned body, but he was so thin that he almost looked feminine. His body was pale, but not too pale. On his hip half hidden by the waistband of his boxers was a mark of some kind, almost like a tattoo, but Percy couldn't quite make it out.

            Harry looked over feeling Percy's eyes on him. He noticed that Percy was staring at his hip and he pulled his boxers up a little higher. Percy shook his head coming out of his trance and looked up into Harry's eyes again.

            'You should get dressed, before breakfast.' Percy said wetting his lips. There was a flash of metal in Percy's mouth and Harry blinked at it before nodding and going into the older man's room to change.

            Harry got dressed quickly; his stomach was turning with hunger as the smell of breakfast wafted into the room. When he walked back into the kitchen Percy was setting the table. Harry sat to the side of the table while Percy sat at the foot end. They ate in silence both not knowing what to say to the other.

            'So what where you doing out there on your own?' Percy asked as he finished his bacon and toast.

            'I ran away.' Harry answered simply keeping his gaze on his food.

            'I'm guessing your uncle gave you your black eye?' Harry nodded then looked up. Percy kept eating, but after a moment he spoke. 'Got anyone you want me to tell where you are?' He looked over to the young teen. Harry thought for a moment and shook his head.

            'I love your family dearly, but I always feel guilty when I'm with them, and Dumbledore will make me go back, and anyway if no one knows where I am I'm safe right?'

            'Makes sense, you can stay here if you want. That way you wont freeze to death out there.'

            'I don't have to, I mean I know you don't like me so I don't want to barge in.'

            'You won't be bothering me Harry, and I do like you, you're Ron's best friend it's my job to treat you like another one of my brothers.' He smiled. 'If you're going to stay here, however, we'll need to get you a disguise. Stay here, I'll get you some of my clothes and I'll see if I can steal Maria's make-up.'

            'What for?' Harry asked slowly, not sure that he wanted to know the answer.

            'We're going to have to cover up your scar, once we got you disguised we'll go shopping, I'll buy you some new clothes, glasses, contacts, hair gel, you know the essentials.' Percy laughed at the look of horror on Harry's face and left the kitchen into his room. He came back out a few minutes later with a pile of clothes and his own glasses on top of the clothes. 'Here, try these on.' He handed Harry his wire-framed glasses. Harry took off his own ugly black round ones and put on Percy's. He could still see like he was wearing his own. 'Very cool.' Percy said smiling then pulled out his wand. 'Accio Mirror!' Harry blinked as a little hand mirror flew into Percy's hand. He held it up so Harry could see what he looked like in Percy's glasses and they both had to admit that he looked pretty sexy in them. 'OK, while you are changing I'm going to get the make-up, I'll be back.' Percy gave one last look at Harry, before walking out of his flat. Harry changed quickly into Percy's clothing. It was a pair of Tommy Hilfiger blue jeans, a black t-shirt and a dark blue hooded sweater with a zipper in the front. Surprising to Harry, the clothes fit perfectly, but the jeans were a little baggy, though Harry didn't mind. Percy returned shortly after with a make up case and sat down in front of Harry pulling off the glasses.

            'Once I get your scar covered I'll do something about your hair and I'll put a glamour charm on your eyes so they look like they're a different colour then they really are. That way if we run into Fred and George, which I know we will, they won't know who you are.' Percy explained as he started putting cover-up on Harry's scar.

            'If we do run into them, what are you going to tell them?' Harry asked waiting patiently for Percy to finish.

            'That you're my boyfriend Mark.' Percy answered simply pulling out his wand again and summoning the hair gel from the bathroom. Harry was blushing somewhat at this bit of information, but didn't say anything as the older man moved behind him and started to style Harry's hair. When that was done, Percy pointed his wand at each of Harry's eyes and muttered the same spell turning Harry's eyes a dark blue. Harry put Percy's glasses back on feeling like a totally different person. 'Very sexy.' Percy said with a smile and a wink. 'Come on Mark, we have a big day of shopping ahead of us!' he stood up and led Harry to the front door. They got on their shoes and coats and left the condo flat.

            'Want to walk?' Percy asked as they got down stairs.

            'Sure,' Harry said not looking up. 'Wait, you can drive?' Percy nodded then pointed to a shiny black BMW. Harry's eyes widened he didn't think that the older Weasley had taste. 'Wow…' was all Harry could say then shook his head. 'But, lets walk.' Percy laughed and offered his arm to Harry and they started walking down the street.

            They went into a few shops, bought a few things and were heading to the eye shop when who should they run into? Fred and George, who else? Percy groaned and tried to hurry Harry into the shop, but with no luck. The twins stopped them.

            'Percy? Is that you?' George asked looking at his older brother in awe. Percy smiled at them and nodded.

            'Hello, Fred, George, nice day isn't it?' he asked still with a small smile. The twins nodded and Fred noticed Harry.

            'Who is this?' he asked pointing to Harry who grabbed Percy's hand to start the charade.

            'Oh this is my boyfriend Mark, Mark, this is my younger brothers Fred, and George.' Percy said point to each of the twins in turn. Harry moved to shake the twins hands smiling.

            'I've heard so much about you.' Harry said softly.

            'Boyfriend!' The twins said baffled after they shook Harry's hand.

            'Yes, boyfriend.' Percy said rolling his eyes. 'I'm gay, do you have a problem with that?' The twins shook their head and blinked when they saw a flash of mettle in his mouth.

            'Perce, what's in your mouth?' Fred asked squinting to see if he could see the object better.

            'A tongue ring.' Percy answered then stuck out his tongue to show a silver bar through his oral muscle and a blue ball attached to it. He pulled his tongue back and gave a cool smile. Harry tried hard not to look surprised, so he smiled like a lovesick puppy.

            'Is it just me or has our brother turned cool?' George asked looking at Fred. 'I mean even his boy friend looks cool… Oh! Perce, mom wants you to come over for supper, bring Mark, but just don't tell them you guys are boyfriends, you know how dad feels about that.' Percy nodded.

            'I'll think about it,' Percy said swinging the arm that held Harry's hand. With one last smile the twins said their good-byes and left.

            'Well, that was easy, hope they bought it.' Harry said walking into the shop.

            'We wont know until the whole family is around. There is going to be a whole slue of questions so, we're going to have to think about a good story for you.' Percy said looking at all the new style of glasses. 'We'll stick with the wire frame; you look really good in those. Contacts, we'll keep a dark blue.' Harry nodded walking over to where Percy was.

            'So when did you get your tongue pierced?' Harry asked trying on a pair of oval shaped glasses with black frames.

            'When I first moved out, I got pretty drunk and I woke up with this. That was the night I met Mark and he convinced me to keep it in. So I did.' Harry nodded blushing at some kinky thoughts, but he quickly pushed them away.

            They finally found a pair that looked like Percy's, bought them and bought the right contacts as well. They started back to Percy's flat hungry after the long day. They had also rented a movie to watch to pass their time together.

            'You're dad is a homophobic?' Harry asked suddenly when they were in the lift. Percy nodded, but didn't say anything. They got into the flat and placed the perches on the table and sorted through them while lunch cooked itself.

            'All right, I think when I introduce you to my family I think you should be wearing the Brody jeans with the white t-shirt and grey zipper sweater.' Percy said folding the clothes neatly. 'Now, I've thought up a story for you. I know they're going to ask why they've never seen you at Hogwarts. We'll say that you were in Huff- er- Ravenclaw and kept to yourself a lot.' Harry nodded as he gathered up his new clothes and contacts.

            'Where do you want me to put these?' He asked as Percy started to put the bags into the garbage can.

            'Just put them in my room. We'll figure everything out later.' Percy said and finished making their meal the muggle way. Harry nodded and went into Percy's room setting the clothes and stuff on the chair where his clothes had been that morning. He then walked back into the kitchen and helped Percy set the table.

            'So, what movie should we watch first?' Harry asked eating his spaghetti and eyeing the barbell that Percy had set on the table.

            'Well, I thought we could watch Jerry Maguire first, then The Nutty Professor, the Independence Day. I'll make popcorn and stuff; you know it'll be a great afternoon.'

            'Can I ask you something?'

            'If it's not too personal, then sure.'

            'Why did you keep your tongue pierced? I mean what's so great about it?'

            'Kissing and sex is way better apparently.' He laughed at the look on Harry's face then quickly added, 'I don't know, actually, I just thought it was cool; I was tired of being the stuffy, boring, ugly, Prefect-Percy. When I moved out I had the perfect opportunity to evolve from my little shell that mum kept me in. I mean I'm still a bit of a know-it-all, but I'm a lot more relaxed now.' Harry laughed and nodded then finished eating his meal. The two cleaned up the kitchen laughing about stupid things in the past the settled in the living room too watch their movies. The living room was huge, it had a big fluffy blue couch a big screen T.V., a glass coffee table, and behind the couch was a black baby grand piano. There was a glass door leading to a balcony and a few windows cutting into the blue, green, and white palette of the walls. Harry was in complete awe as he moved to sit on the couch. It turned out that Percy had a lot of money and designing sense.

            'Glad you like the room.' Percy said putting the movie in and sitting next to Harry eating some popcorn, their hands occasionally met in the bowl and they would smile and laugh at each other then brushed it off. Everything in their lives was put on hold on that first afternoon.

What I've felt, what I've known
Turn the pages, turn the stone
Behind the door, should I open it for you....