Harry blearily looked around him. He was… In Tom's room, which was usually not a good sign. Tom was on the other side of the bed, sewing something. Without looking up, Tom said softly, "Good Morning Harry. Well, good afternoon really. After your silly little spell yesterday evening, you passed out."
Harry could only nod as he sat up. Lily came and pounced him when he was fully sitting up. He could only spare her a small smile before Tom grabbed his arm and yanked him up. Tom sighed. Harry looked at him blankly. Thank god. Thank every god that watched them that Harry was back to being Harry. Tom drew Harry into a brief hug. Holding him at arm's length, Tom looked Harry over then glanced at the clock.
"I invited Bill, Charlie, Fred, George, and Viktor over for dinner tonight." Harry stared. Tom turned Harry to face the bathroom and swatted him. "Go take a shower. I'll have Dobby bring your clothes in here. Of my choosing, obviously." Harry nodded blankly and took his robe from Tom and walked to the bathroom.
He flipped on the lights and shut and locked the door. He stood in front of the mirror –which was actually the whole west wall. Behind him was the sink –porcelain- and toilet –also porcelain- and on the north wall was a Jacuzzi, shower, and bathtub all in one. The south wall was merely the towel rack, the towel shelves, and the door. Harry stared at his reflection in silence as he undressed. He silently folded his clothes and laced them on the sink and turned to stare at his reflection. Scars. All he saw were scars. They adorned his torso and his legs. There wasn't a spot of skin on him not scarred. His eyes skimmed over his body. A huge scar that resembled an ink blot resided right in the center of his chest. He mused over Draco dumping him a week ago. Was this why…? Of course it was, he thought. Of course. Who would want… THAT? He glared as he looked his body once again in disgust before climbing into the bathtub. He drew the curtains closed and slid the shower door closed as well and turned on the shower.
He didn't bother turning the hot water on. He couldn't care less about himself. He would never feel clean anyways. Never bother trying to be normal. He washed his hair and brushed his teeth, leaving his body for last. Tears welled in his eyes. It hurt to think that his scars were Draco's reason for leaving him. It hurt, more than Harry would ever admit.
Why would Draco chose to abandon him because of something he knew about for many, many years? It made no sense, whatsoever. Harry fell to his knees, his arms wrapped around himself to protect his fragile body. The freezing water cascaded down his shivering form. No steam filled up the room and, on the other side of the door, Tom sighed.
Silently, Harry recovered. He began to scrub his body until it was raw red.
He barely heard Dobby announce that he'd brought the clothes Tom asked for. He did hear Dobby pounding on the door of the bathroom, saying he needed to get dressed if he wanted to be ready for the guests. Harry barely registered climbing out of the shower and putting his robe on. He didn't remember leaving nor did he remember getting dressed. He did remember, however, being prim and ready to meet their guests at four.
For once, Harry and Tom did not match. Tom wore silver silk slacks, an emerald green silk turtle neck, and his black socks. Harry, however, wore black socks, gold silk slacks, and a ruby red silk turtle neck. Both looked absolutely stunning. The green on Tom brought out the ruby tint of his eyes and the red on Harry brought out what little color he had in his face. Despite best efforts, Harry's messy raven black hair was still bed-ruffled, but it gave him a childish tint. Tom's hair was slicked back perfectly, not a hair out of place. Harry wore his emerald framed glasses which brought out his eyes. Both looked dashing and, had they left the house at that precise moment, the women outside would have been put involuntarily into "fangirl" mode.
Harry stood beside the door and sighed. The door bell rang and he swung the door open.
"'Arry!" Viktor greeted.
"Harry, love!" Charlie greeted, giving Harry a light kiss on the cheek as he passed. "Dining room, yes Doll?" Harry internally cringed and externally, he nodded. Charlie and Viktor waltzed into the dining room.
"HARRY!" Harry whipped his head around quickly and rubbed the back of his neck as the Twins of Mischief waltzed into his house. He nodded tenderly and they followed their older brother's voice into the dining room. Harry anxiously peered out the door. Where was Bill…? He felt crestfallen but the feeling was quickly erased when he saw him. The red head bounded inside and shut the door behind himself.
He winked at the raven and grinned. "Miss me, Harry?" He put his arms around the boy's waist and pulled him closer. "I was gone an awful long time… An awful long way from here. You missed me, right?" Harry sighed in content, which was absolutely rare for the Potter-Riddle boy, and put his arms around Bill's neck.
He nuzzled the older's cheek. "Miss you…?" he whispered. "I died without you."
Bill chuckled and brought their lips together. Oblivious were the duo to the third party leaning on the wall watching them. Viktor shook his head in disgust and went back into the dining room.
