This short story is inspired from Lizard's fanart "Can I Stay?" On PSA. (Potter Slash Archive) Mine is non-magical and they are 13 instead of 11. Hope you like...
Ron had always wondered what the nightmares Harry had were about. Harry never talked about them and he always looked like shit afterward. His hair was always a mess, but somehow, it happened to be even messier, and his clothes were always rumpled and sometimes torn. His face sometimes had a few scratches and his arms already had scratches as he once used to cut himself when he lived with his parents. (AN: I'll be making a story of this later.)
Harry had been spending the night a lot lately because of his parents; they had been getting drunk lately. So Harry crashed in the open bunk in Ron's room and he had been staying there for over four months. Mrs. Weasley didn't care, she loved the boy as a son: (she hoped to set him up with her only daughter, Ginny.) And she fed anyone who needed to be fed and Harry was almost as skinny as a pencil.
Ron had been surprised when he woke up one night hearing sobbing from the bottom bunk. He was overly curious so he gently slipped out of bed. He landed with a gentle thud on the floor. His eyes widened at what he saw.
Harry was curled up with his knees to his chest and his arms wrapped around his legs. He face was a mess with cuts all over and he seemed to be hyperventilating. He was crying and mumbling,
"I deserved it, I deserved it." Ron knew that this was the night that he would find out what Harry's nightmares were about.
"Harry," He whispered. Harry didn't respond. "Harry?" Harry slowly looked up, then muttered,
"I don't deserve you, I don't deserve you." Ron reached for him and he scooted away. "Don't touch me, I'm dirty. Don't touch. Dirty." Ron bit his lip, Harry wasn't making sense.
"Harry, it's Ron. Ronald Weasley? You're best friend?" Harry nodded slowly, Ron took this as a good thing. "Did you have a nightmare?" Harry nodded again. Ron slowly started to reach toward him, making sure that Harry saw his arms. "Are you okay?" Harry shook his head. "What's wrong? What was the nightmare about?" Harry started mumbling fast, Ron barely caught all of it.
"Parents. They hurt Harry. Called him boy and made him do bad things. Bad, bad, bad things." Ron nodded, encouraging him to go on. "R-r-r-raped Harry. Harry couldn't breath and everything was blurry. Couldn't see, everything dark. Save Harry, Ron. Save Harry, Ron!" Ron immediately shushed him and quickly brought him into his arms.
"Calm, Harry. Calm down and everything will be alright. I swear. I swear." Harry hugged him tightly and whispered,
"You swear?" Ron nodded, picking up his light form as Harry seemed to be back to normal.
"Wanna lay down with me for a few minutes?" Harry nodded and let go of Ron as soon as he sat Harry down on the top bunk. Ron climbed up and laid down, wrapping his arm around Harry's waist, bringing him down next to him. After a few minutes, Ron noticed that Harry was asleep and started to sit up, planning to lay Harry back down on the bottom bunk. He felt something grab his arms and looked down. Harry was barely awake and his eyes were half shut,
"Can I stay?"
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