Disclamer:I don't own Harry Potter and I don't make any money off of this... Soo don't sue me I have no money...

I'm Sorry! I haven't been able to update because frankly a LOT has been going on. SO I decided to post what I hd typed up all ready, so sorry for th short chapter.

As you know.. maybe? My sisters pregnant, with a boy ^_^ Unfortunately a lot had been hapening to her. We found out a week or two ago that the umbilical cord only has one vein instead of two so she has to watch herself. She was in the hospital earlier this week because she was bleeding, the doctors thought it was because her placenta was detaching, thankfully the doctors were wrong, unfortunately now we don't know why she was bleeding. Anyway she was released from the hospital a couple days ago and says that she is doing good. So hopefully there wont be any more scares like that *knocks on wood*

Again sorry this chapter is so short I just haven't been in a creative mood.

Chapter 3

Harry woke slowly the next morning, unsure of where he was. Blinking sleep filled eyes, he took in the room he was in. Not processing in his sleep filled mind the presence next to him. Trying to clear the edges of sleep that clung to his mind like smoke, Harry wondered how he came to be here.

Reveling in the warmth he so rarely had in his life, Harry slowly started to put together what happened last night. Easily dismissing the presence next to him as unimportant. It was probably just a dog. It sure smelt like one.

Harry remembered counting down till his birthday; then his uncle, no Vernon, had come in. He… had something behind his back… A metal baseball bat. He had a baseball bat hidden behind him. Harry hadn't noticed it at first, he was to preoccupied with cursing the fact he had packed away his wand. Vernon was violent. Harry remembered every hit of the bat, and every minute the Order did nothing to help. He knew he had guards stationed outside to watch him. For his own protection of course, and yet none had come to save him. He must'veblackened out soon after Vernon started hitting him with the metal bat. For an obese whale Vernon was able to put a lot of power into his swings. It wasn't all that surprising for him to have blacken out as quickly as he had.

Harry must have been moved shortly after, shoved into the trunk of Vernon's car. After the… Goodbye Vernon gave him, he remembered walking around the forest lost, in pain and barely able to move. He had walked for most of the day before he had found a place he could rest for the night. Harry had hidden in the trunk of a tree, surround by ferns he thought no one would be able to find him there. He was wrong. The stranger… A man had found him.

The man had lifted him out of his hiding spot easily, as if he had weighed nothing more than a sack of potatoes. Which considering his track record of actually receiving food at the Dursley's… It wasn't much of a stretch on the imagination.

He must'vebrought me here, Harry thought, surprisingly… not panicked. Huh? He should be worried, a lot more worried than he currently was. He has no idea who the guy was that 'rescued' him was, he coud have beena Death Eater, a rogue werewolf… Hell, he could be a psychopathic murdering muggle with a fetish for little boys! Okay the chances of the last one happening where slim to none but that's beside the point! Well, he really should stop watching Criminal Minds so late at night.

The point was he didn't know who it was that rescued him let alone if he could be trusted. He knew that all Dumbledore thought of him was that he was the weapon that would bring Voldemort down, etc.

Forcing himself out of his steadily increasing depressive thoughts, Harry looked around the room he was in, being careful of any sounds he made. The room he was in was about the same size of his bedroom back at Private Dr. But unlike Private Dr. it had a warm and homey feel to it., not unlike the Weasley's, though not as over whelming. It was simple and lived in.

So, where was his rescuer? As soon as that thought passed through his mind an arm was thrown around his waist pulling him into against a solid chest. Harry sighed wanting to hit himself. So.. It wasn't a dog beside him at all. Now he felt stupid. He didn't even check to see if it was a dog…

Turning, he looked behind him. Yup. It was his rescuer. Or at least he thinks it is. He looked the same size and had silver hair… Why does he have silver hair, he wasn't old. In fact he looked somewhere in his late twenties. Maybe… It was hard to determine. He was built though, in fact he looked like every gay guys wet dream incarnated. A body fit for a god with broad shoulders, muscled arms and chest, with rock hard abs. His face was slightly aristocratic with more of a rugged beauty. But still… Damn.

Harry didn't know how long he just laid there starring at the man before he realized what he was doing. Quickly he turned his head, blushing as he saw the man twitch. He was unsure of why he stayed, why he didn't run when he had the chance, instead of starring at the guy. Granted he did heal his wounds that his dearest Uncle bestowed upon him.

Harry sighed gently hitting the palm of his hand against his forehead. What the hell was he thinking. Seriously. Just because the guy was sex on legs, and had helped him out… Harry hit himself in the forehead again. Get a grip! He yelled at himself.

"Now, what could you be thinking of that would call for you hitting yourself, pup?" Harry froze. Gods even his voice… Ugh! Bad Harry! Bad thoughts! Harry gulped before mentally preparing himself. Satisfied that he wouldn't make a fool of himself, Harry peaked through his fingers to look at his savior.

Warm golden eyes were watching him carefully. As if he would fall apart if he so much as breathed on him. Harry wasn't sure how he felt about that. He wasn't made of glass, hell he survived worse.

"Well?" The man looked amused at how Harry was acting. He pouted looking away from the stranger, not seeing how that just amused the man more.

"Where am I?" Harry was proud that his voice didn't give away how conflicted his emotions were at the moment. He felt safe here, wrapped in this strangers arms. He didn't even know the man. He could be a Death Eater, a Muggle, hell he could be in Dumbledore's pocket. Though granted the last one didn't seem that reasonable considering he was here, wherever here was, instead of Hogwarts Infirmary.

"You were hurt badly, so I brought to my cabin." The guys good mood vanished quicker than food put in front of Ron. Gently he turned Harry's head to face him. "Who did it."

It wasn't a question.

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