*WARNING: Scenes of a sexual nature. Enjoy*

Harry cried himself to sleep and the Holmes brothers exchange glances of determination and love for the hurt wizard.

Awareness came to Harry instantly. He was unnaturally warm and entangled with the two bodies of the Holmes brothers. His hoodie was tight around his neck and his jeans digging into his skin. He opened his eyes to see warm grey eyes stare lovingly back at him.

He smile and bravely pressed a kiss to Mycroft's cheek. His skin was soft under Harry's lips. Harry then felt the warmth ahis back squirm and Sherlock exclaimed 'call kreacher I am not listening to my brothers make out, and I have an experiment on eyeballs to check on'

Harry smiled in amusement and turned to hug the sweet man who had called him a brother. 'Thank you Sherlock' Sherlock smirked indulgently as he disappeared with kreacher.

Harry rolled over to face Mycroft but couldn't meet his eyes. His ears were burning. He couldn't believe he kissed Mycroft. Did he like it? Mycroft's long fingers caressed under Harrys chin pulling his face up so harry met his eyes. Mycroft's eyes were sparkling, he'd never seen the man look so content. Harry blushed.

Mycroft lowered his face to brush his lips against Harrys. Harry lips were tingling as Mycroft pulled back and got up pulling harry up with him. Harry had a goofy grin on his face as his eyes ran over my crofts wrinkled shirt and trousers the man must have ditched his blazer and waistcoat in the night. The shirt was a silky white that was tight across his chest. Harry could see every muscle and his nipples through the shirt.

Suddenly feeling very hot, Harry looked away as he'd been caught staring at the magnificent man. Mycroft smirked and went to Harrys unshrunk open trunk to rifle around in the clothes finding clean jeans socks boxers and a green checked shirt. Mycroft stalked over to Harry with a mischievous look that was so similar to Sherlock's. He purred 'let's get you dressed love' Harry squirmed under the intense look, but complied.

Allowing Mycroft to pull his hoodie and t-shirt over his head. Harry glanced down at his scrawny chest his ribs no longer stuck out as much, as a layer of fat and muscle covered them. Harry was proud of the well-developed abs from hours of chores at the Dursleys but harry despised the extensive network of scars on his back that trailed down under his pants to the top of the back of his thighs. This was irrelevant when he saw the hungry look on Mycroft's face 'your beautiful' he whispered.

'But my back…' Harry protested.

'Perfect' he said firmly.

'They show how strong you are. That you're a survivor. Perfect' he repeated Harry gave a wobbly smile.

Gaining strength from the genius' words he straightened his back. Mycroft peppered soft kisses down Harry's chest brushing his nipples, making Harrys gasp. Mycroft looked up for assurance feeling very inexperienced but Harrys dilated pupils and awed expression gave him confidence to pepper kisses down his abs and around onto his back following scars licking and kissing the sensitive flesh up around to Harrys shoulder where brushed his nose up the trembling neck to bite his ear lobe.

Harrys mouth was parted in pleasure, breathing heavily he slid his arms through the soft fabric of the offer sleeves of the checked shirt. His skin was sensitive against the cotton. Harry understood that today would go no further, they weren't ready. 'why rush?'

Mycroft's nimble long fingers leisurely fastened up the buttons. Leaving the top undone, Mycroft chastely kissed Harrys throat. He undid the jeans and pulled the boxers down, running his hands down the muscled thighs. He kept eye contact throughout, so he wasn't tempted to go too far. Pulling clean boxers up Harry's thighs and smart jeans followed. Mycroft gestured for Harry to sit on the bed. Kneeling at Harry's feet he kissed the arch of each foot before slipping socks on. He rose up, kissing Harrys forehead chastely.

Harry froze hearing footsteps outside the door. 'kreacher' he called.

'Take Mycroft home' the elf obeyed after Harry smiled apologetically.

Harry shrunk his trunk stuffing it in his black jeans pocket. He removed the locking and silencing charms just as the door opened. 'Jesus didn't they know how to knock'.

It was Hermione 'Harry' she screeched sounding like Mrs Weasley.

'Uh yeah' Harry fumbled unsure how to act around the selfish teen 'act normally' he scolded himself.

'Hey Mione' he gave a small smile. Inwardly puking picturing her mounted on Dumbledore. Ughh, puke.

'Harry when did you get here? Why are you in here? I've been looking through all the rooms searching for you when Mrs Weasley said you're here!' she gushed falsely out.

It was so obvious now he knew, he could see the irritation plain on her face. 'Well lets have some fun, huh' harry cackled to himself 'well' Harry drawled 'I would have gone in Ron's room but he was uh… busy' Hermione flushed as Harry wiggled his eyebrows smugly.

Ha. 'Don't you dare tell Mrs Weasley' Hermione warned.

Harry shrugged none committedly. 'We'll make a deal right? I won't tell and you'll leave me alone this year I won't some time alone to think, ok?'

'Ok' she grumbled

'Tell Ron' he left the Ron and went to the bathroom, and to the kitchen to eat breakfast. He hardly ate knowing that it was probably dosed with potions he have to ask kreacher for the antidotes every time he ate. Sigh. Mrs Weasley was fussing over him 'oh harry dear bit peaky, ate some toast. What do you want to do today dear?' she smothered.

'uh I just going to work out at bit, coz it's a nice day' he said shyly 'work out' she looked horrified 'yeah after being stuck in my room I need to run around a bit' he tried to look sheepish .

He must have succeeded as she let him. Harry went up to change into shorts and t-shirt stretching in his room he ran out the house past Ron and did warm up laps around the burrow. Seeing Mr Weasley he asked if they had a football. Mr Weasley was digging around the garage that he spent most of his time.

Harry felt a surge of pity, the man looked like he'd aged years since harry had seen him. Harry couldn't help but think that there wasn't a mean bone in his body, he mustn't be in on Mrs Weasleys scheming or has just found out. Mr Weasley made a triumphant sound handing the football to Harry. He gripped the boy's wrist pulling him close 'Harry don't trust anyone. Train hard and fast, there's boxing equipment in here. And antidotes' his face serious.

Harry searched his eyes feeling pity that the man obviously knew of his family's activities. 'I know Mr Weasley, is it just them or is it the twins, bill, and Charlie too?' he whispered.

'It's just molly Ron Hermione and Ginny but beware of Dumbledore and the order as they follow him blindly'

'I understand' Harry agreed his suspicion disappearing.

'If you ever need to get away call kreacher he'll help' his respect growing for the loving man who was trying to keep himself together.

Harry left spent the morning dribbling the ball and doing tricks the twins had come to visit their father and played with him before lunch which the twins conveniently missed, Harry could feel the effects of the potions already, so took Mr Weasley up on his offer until he had time to contact kreacher.

Meeting him in the shed he found Mr Weasley only had very few potions. 'I'll have to send potions to him. he's my only known ally now' he boxed for a bit knowing lots of moves from watching Dudley and sometimes being forced to hold the punch bag, meaning he was excellent at dodging.

Harry's week mostly went smoothly, he trained, easily avoiding Ron and Hermione as they were not fit enough to train at his level and didn't want to be shown up. Ginny sometimes watched him train. Harry usually went into Mr Weasleys garage locking it then. Harry regularly talked to Mycroft and Sherlock although was nearly caught once the he was on his broom talking to Sherlock through Mycroft's mirror when Ron flew up behind him thankful harry saw him coming.

Harry received his owls getting:

Potions-EE

Transfiguration-EE

Charms-EE

Defence against the dark arts-OO

Divination-P

Herbology- A

History-P

Astronomy-A

Care of magical creatures-EE

Harry was happy with his results but he knew if he did them again he'd get higher due to reviewing the material placing it in his memory castle. He vowed to get high scores on his newts.

By the end of the week desperate to leave. He was fed up of Mrs Weasleys constant questioning about his clothes, and what he did at the Dursleys. Finally he resorted to snapping at her 'how do think I felt my godfather had died. Im hardly going to be all giggles. Am I?'

he stormed to his room and avoided everyone feeling guilty he had used Sirius' death. Ron Hermione and Harry flooed to Hogwarts a month early, so they could get lessons from Snape to everyone's mutual horror and have use of the library.

Harry disappeared into the room of requirement pacing he thought 'I need a room no one but me can enter that I can sleep train and learn in.' making a bedroom that had three doors on one wall. The black door lead to a large running field that had a shed with training dummies and sports equipment, Harry was so happy it was perfect! The next door lead directly to the library. And the third lead to a tunnel which ended to a portrait near the great hall Harry set a password for it, so he could use it as a quick escape from the great hall after meals! Yes this was perfect. God he loved magic. The first thing Harry resolved to do was read the pink book petunia gave him.

He took it out his shrunk trunk. The binding was worn, the cover a faded pink, it had small white daisies drawn on with tipex. He removed the elastic holding it shut and gently turned the pages. It was his mum's diary! It started off with young messy writing, with doodles and some of petunias writing proclaiming them 'best friend for ever' Harry snorted imaging aunt Petunia being a young and carefree enough to do that.

It detailed outings to the park seaside, her hobbies and how she hated her ballae lessons and her love for Elvis Presley's smooth honeyed voice it detailed meeting a boy Sev in the park and him teaching about magic. She drifted from her sister 'Tuney' she couldn't understand why her sister was jealous.

It decribed in detail getting her Hogwarts letter she wrote everyone's name in her year and what hose making a comment about her friend Sev going to Slytherin. 'Sev… hum I wonder if he's alive today'

Harry looked for a name like Sev in the listed names. Severus Snape. 'Oh my god' harry snapped the book closed in shock. 'Snape was friends with mum? Why does he hate me? Merlin... this is so messed up!'

Harry carried on reading about her Hogwarts days and summers. James was harassing her but grew up she decided to date him after Snape hurt her calling her mudblood 'I've forgiven him but he was obviously looking for an exit from our friendship as he started hanging out with those death eaters. He was supposed to be my best friend!' tear splotches covered the page.

He could see her curled up in her 4-poser bed crying into her journal. 'Snape, the fool upsetting his mum' Harry checked his pocket watch it was way past midnight, he been reading for hours. He was three quarters of the way through. 'I may as well finish it. I have to know what happens'. Harry finished the book his mind spinning tears dried to his face from his mother's descriptions of harry and James.

But what really surprised him was Snape. He turned spy because Voldemort was targeting lily. They became friends secretly for a day then she was killed the diary entries stop. But there was a note at the end of the book after the blank pages 'this book will portkey to my sister when I die in hope that she will give it to my son Harry when he old enough. Harry I love you son'.

Harry didn't get any sleep that night his brain was too active he stumbled into the great hall wearing a silk green shirt and black slacks. The black smudges under his eyes were noticed by the few teachers that were sat around and Hermione. Ron was oblivious to everything except the food he shovelled into his mouth. Mycroft would be horrified. 'Where have you been Harry you didn't go to the dorm all last night' she wined loudly drawing attention to them.

'Is this right harry my boy' Dumbledore questioned, which harry ignored not even looking at the child molester.

'Typical potter' Snape muttered, harry couldn't blame him.

Harry walked over to Hermione, feeling evil after his crappy night Harry invaded her personal space and snarled 'remember our deal granger. Leave Me. Alone.'

'I know of your nightly visits map never lies' he whispered to her softly. Hermione paled and slumped into her chair nodding to Harry. 'That's what I thought' harry snarled smugly. The teachers were frowning at the exchange 'Har…' Dumbledore started.

'My lesson schedule please headmaster' Harry cut him off, avoiding looking at him childishly. Dumbledore removed Harry's schedule. Harry summoned it and flounced out imitating Sherlock. Harry knew he was in deep shit but couldn't seem to care. He went to his new room where kreacher brought him breakfast.

He change for a jog before his first lessons changing into his short and t-shirt. Unaware he'd left a hall of gobsmacked teachers.

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