HUZZAH!! The much wanted and awaited update!!! I'm so thrilled to have gotten this done!! Its not very revised, so any reviews with bits I can fix will be welcomed and appreciated. Unless of course someone wants to beta for me, in which case I'll be taking applications directly. :) Anyway, I want to apologize for the terrible delay in updates. As usual real life took over and created issues for me. It was unpleasant. Mass drama and all that jazz. Anyway, here it is, the update. Enjoy!!

Oh, and the songs are (in order) Carrion by Fiona Apple, Bleed by Anna Nalick and While My Guitar Gently Weeps by George Harrison.

On a side note, Dee and Ryo are from FAKE a manga and I totally DO NOT own that. In any way. So please don't sue me.


Friday December 23rd

"Have you talked to him recently?" asked the grey haired man in glasses sitting in an overly plush leather chair with his khaki clad legs crossed hands resting on his knee.

Harry snorted. He wore an overly large baggy long sleeve shirt and hugely baggy jeans resembling the old Jinkos. His hair was hidden beneath a black cotton cap that came down to cover his ears.

The elderly man sighed. "I realize that this is a sensitive subject for you Harry, but if he's become such an integral part of your life you're going to have to return his calls at one point."

"I know." Harry said as he shifted on the leather chair into a cross legged position, he looked at his guitar next to him and opened his mouth before shutting it again.

"What is it?" the therapist asked.

Harry sat silently for several minutes before speaking, his eyes never leaving the guitar case of Jewel. "I just don't understand it. I mean, why does this always happen to me? I was thrown on the ground and raped. Again and again and again, Jewel was thrown against the wall and managed to make it out of the experience whole and unscratched. It just seems like my father was watching out for the god fucking guitar and not me! His son!" He paused taking in several shaky breaths, "not that I wanted Jewel to be hurt I mean it's the only tangible thing I have left of my fathers, but…" he paused again taking off his glasses and rubbed his eyes in an attempt to staunch the flow of tears that had begun.

When he spoke again his voice was choked and subdued, "But it makes it seem like if there is anyone watching out for me, it cared more about the damn guitar than it does for me." He looked down again, only this time at the silver ring on his right hand, "I mean, I'm used goods right? I'm dirty. I can't possibly be good enough for him. I know I'm not." He started to pull the ring off when his phone began to vibrate. He pulled it out and looked at the caller ID.

"Is that him?" the therapist asked.

Harry nodded slowly.

"How many times a day does he call?"

"Four or five," came the thick-voiced reply.

"Does he leave messages?"

"Every time." Harry said softly letting the phone and his glasses drop to the floor and buried his face in his hands letting the tears fall silently, his shoulders shaking violently.

The therapist sat back silently in his chair knowing it was better to let the boy cry it out than to try and stop him. He had been Harry's therapist since the first time. He felt for the boy every time this happened. Being raped when one wasn't in a relationship with the rapist was rare, being raped more than once when not in a relationship for no other reason than the rapists enjoyment of the act was even rarer, but Harry's situation was almost unheard of.

When Harry had calmed down the elderly therapist stood up picked up the glasses on the floor and got a glass of water for him and handed it to him with nary a word, the younger man took them with a soft "thank you" and put his glasses back on before taking a sip of the water. As the therapist sat back down Harry spoke softly again "I haven't erased any of the messages. I listen to them all. Same with his emails. No matter how much I don't deserve them, I keep them. He always sounds so worried and caring."

"Maybe he does care, because he is worried." The therapist tried.

Harry snorted, "Yeah right. I believed that I was worth it, worth the risk for someone else to take a chance on. I was reminded just how worthless I really am."

"You aren't worthless Harry. Remember, Anna said that everyone knew you were the best in the class?" the therapist gently reminded him.

"She was just trying to be nice."

The therapist sighed. "I'm sure that's not the case Harry. Now, for your assignment from last session. I wanted you to come in with a song you either wrote or feel expresses how you feel. Can I presume from the fact that you brought in your guitar that you did it?"

"Yah…" Harry said simply.

"Did you write it or did you find it?"

"I wrote it." He said shortly.

"Can I hear it?" The therapist asked. Harry looked towards the door nervously. Following Harry's gaze the he gave the young man a small comforting smile. "Its fine, the static maker is both outside this door and the door to the waiting room. No one will hear it but me. I promise. Harry's shoulders became visibly less tense and his fingers stopped gripping the chair tightly before he leaned down to pick up Jewel.

He started off playing softly before he began to sing just as softly.

Wont do no good to hold no seance
Whats gone is gone and you cant bring it back around
Wont do no good to hold no searchlight
You cant illuminate what time has anchored down

Oh, honey (Ive gone a-)
Oh, honey (Ive gone a-)
Oh, honey (Ive gone away)

Wont do no good to sing no love song
No sound could simulate the presence of a man
Wont do no good asking no questions
Your divination should acquaint you with the plan

Oh, honey (Ive gone a-)
Oh, honey (Ive gone a-)
Oh, honey (Ive gone away)

My feel for you, boy, is decaying in front of me
Like the carrion of murdered prey
And all I want is to save you, honey
Or the strength to walk away

Wont do no good to go no distance
The space between us is as boundless as the dark
Wont do no good to throw no fist, babe
You cant intimidate me back into your arms

Oh, honey (Ive gone a-)
Oh, honey (Ive gone a-)
Oh, honey (Ive gone away)

My feel for you, boy, is decaying in front of me
Like the carrion of a murdered prey
And all I want is to save you, honey
Or the strength to walk away

My feel for you, boy, is decaying in front of me
Like the carrion of a murdered prey
And all I want is to save you, honey
Or the strength to walk away

As the therapist listened he wrote took mental notes of the lyrics pulling out specific sections committing them to memory so he could write them out later.

When Harry finished singing he looked up at the clock and saw that their time was up the therapist noticed as well, "Well Harry, we'll talk about this song next time, on the 26th I believe."

Nodding mutely Harry packed away his guitar and picked up his cell phone before shaking the elder mans hand and walked out the door, down a maple paneled hallway with several other doors lining it, then through another door and into the waiting room. When he opened the door Remus looked up from the book he had brought and smiled softly at his charge. "Ready Pronglet?" Harry nodded and Remus stood up put his hand on his godsons shoulder and lead him out of the old stone office building and into the black Saturn Vue.

Scant seconds after they had pulled out of the parking lot than Remus' cell phone began to ring and he grasped around for his Bluetooth, put it on and answered.

"Hello? … Oh hello Detective." He listened to the voice before sitting up very straight and glanced over at Harry, "I'm sorry, Detective, can you say that for me again?" Another pause, "Yes of course. We'll be there as soon as we can. I'll just have to call Sirius… oh you did? Thank you. Again, we'll be there as soon as possible." He ended the call and looked over at the young man sitting despondently next to him, Remus said slowly, "Harry, it seems that they've found several people who match the description that you gave. They want you to come pick him out from a line up. Are you up to that?" He pulled into one of the side roads and waited for him to answer.

For several moments Harry sat stunned simply looking out the window at the colorful house they'd stopped outside of before he answered, "Yah, I can do that."

Remus smiled and ruffled Harry's hair "I'm so proud of you Pronglet." Harry shrugged and stared out the window. Changing directions Remus turned the car around and began driving back towards the town center rather than their waterside home. They crossed the bridge into the town shopping center and as they passed all the posh shops and the people doing their last minute shopping before they pulled into the parking lot of the Westport Police Station.

Leaving Jewel in the car Harry grabbed his shoulder bag as he got out of the car and followed closely Remus into the station where both Sirius and Detectives Laytner and Maclean were waiting for them.

"Hey Harry, I'm sure Remus has filled you in on why you're here?" Ryo Maclean, the blonde detective, asked.

Harry nodded not looking very decidedly not at the detective.

"We're ready for you, if you think you're okay to go on?" Dee Laytner asked gently as he placed a hand on Harry's shoulder only to have Harry quickly flinch away back towards Remus. Swearing under his breath, Dee said, "I'm sorry Harry. I shouldn't have done that. Will you still be okay to come up?"

Harry looked up at Remus who gave him a smile and a squeeze on the shoulder before he looked back down at the ground and nodded.

"Detectives? Can we go up with him?" Sirius asked.

Ryo shook his head slowly, "I'm sorry, but its policy that no one related to the victims are in the room, they might feel pressured to simply point someone out to make their guardians happy."

Nodding sadly, Sirius leaned closer to Harry and gave him a kiss on the crown of his head. "We'll be right out here when you're done. Kay?"

Nodding again Harry handed Remus his shoulder bag off and pulled his cell phone out of his pocket handing them to his guardian saying softly, "If he calls, please don't answer…" before he walked slowly, hands stuffed deep in his pockets, over to the Detectives who, careful not to touch him, lead him towards the elevator that would take them to the detention area.

Clutching the shoulder bag tightly Remus went over to the bench and sat down with a loud sigh, head falling into his hands letting Harry's bag fall to the ground spilling out the contents. Sirius went over to his lover and pulled him in closely as he did so Remus rested his head on his partners shoulder allowing tears to fall. Sirius lifted Remus' face and kissed the corner of his eye. "Oh love. He'll be fine. He's our Pronglet. He's a strong boy. Hopefully whomever did this to him will be there and he'll be put away for ever after this." Kissing his lovers face again he bent down to pick up what had dropped out of Harry's bag and began to put it all away when his eyes caught sight of several sheets of music peeking out of a folder. He pulled them out and began to scan them.

Remus, finally able to take in his surroundings again, looked at the sheets and saw his godson's recognizable writing and the notes that danced across the page. "Sirius. Please tell me you aren't doing what I think it is you're doing…" He said as he sat up straighter.

"No Remus, I won't. Look at this. I mean really look at it. For one, it's musically better than anything that Lilly and James wrote when they were juniors, even when they were seniors. Then look at the lyrics. Gods, Remy, I don't know what more we can do for him…"

Taking the sheets Remus began to look through them and felt his heart crumble at what he read.

Well, it's been almost a year to the moment
When I finally realized it was over
And I knew that love wasn't good enough
Of a reason for me to stay
Well, I saw you yesterday; you were drivin'
And I tried so hard to forget
You were alive, and as you passed by I began to cry
Over things that I did not say

And hide underneath my blankets and sheets
I'm finally free
I'm killin' the ghost of you, and I'm close to
Awakening me

Yeah, yeah
So I'm takin' my heart and I'm gettin' me out
And love's something that I wouldn't wanna live without
So I'm takin' my heart and I'm gettin' me out
On my own, my own, my own

Well, it takes all of my strength to be stable
And I force your insults under the table
And if you were wise you would compromise
And allow me to live my way
'Cause I am not a force to be reckoned with
And you don't have a clue what you're messin' with
And you can't see to the best in me
'Cause it's more than your heart can take

And hide underneath my blankets and sheets
I'm finally free
I'm killin' the ghost of you, and I'm close to
Awakening me

I'm awakening me

I'm awakening me, yeah

I'm awakening me

So I'm takin' my heart and I'm gettin' me out
And love's something that I wouldn't wanna live without
So I'm takin' my heart and I'm gettin' me out
On my own, my own, my own

I'm takin' my heart and I'm settin' you free
And, baby, now you're just another song to me
And the edge of your sword isn't sharp enough for me
To bleed

Na na na na...

Suddenly the soft strains of "I've Just Seen a Face" from the Across the Universe soundtrack came from the cell phone in Remus' pocket breaking the pair away from the sheets in front of them. Grumbling he tore his eyes away from the music to pull out the phone and looked at the caller ID. Closing his eyes he handed the phone to Sirius. "I did not see that, you did not see that just answer it."

Sirius looked confused for a moment before he looked at the ID and answered the phone quickly. "HARRY!?" the strangled frantic voice called from the other side.

"I… no. It's Sirius; he gave me his phone to hold on to."

"Where is he? Why hasn't he answered my calls? E-mail? Has your internet gone down? Please tell me what's going on!!" the young man's voice cracked.

"Gods Draco, I'm so sorry. I just can't tell you. I had no idea he wasn't answering your calls. Or your e-mails." Sirius knocked his head against the wall. "Look I can't stay on the phone long, just know he's going through a really tough time right now. I mean, it's been rape on his system." Hoping that Draco would understand his meaning, he continued, "I have to go now. Please don't stop calling don't stop e-mailing, let him know you care okay? We'll chat again later." Before Draco could even answer he clicked the phone shut and sighed.

Remus looked sadly at Sirius. "He hasn't been talking to Draco has he?"

Shaking his head Sirius looked up to the ceiling. "Not in any way shape or form. I suppose I can understand that to a point, but honestly… Draco should know. He has the right to know."

"Which, I suppose, is why you put in that little bit about how it's been rape on his system?"

Sirius nodded. "Gods, our little Pronglet deserves so much better than this. I just can't help but wonder what James and Lily are thinking up there. We should have moved after the first one."

"Siri, we couldn't have done anything else. Prongs and Lil' can't fault us for anything. We've done our best to help him and take care of him. Fate is just cruel to our little boy." Remus said softly pulling his partners head down to his shoulder and gently stroking his hair.

"I hope he's doing well up there."

DMHPDMHPDMHPDMHPDMHPDMHP

Stepping out of the elevator Dee and Ryo lead Harry toward the line up room. Before they stepped into the room they stopped at the door and Ryo leaned down slightly and looked into Harry's eyes. "Now, Harry, you don't have to pick any one. If he's not there, just say that. You don't have to pick anyone."

At Harry's nod Dee opened the door to the room and let Harry go in first. Pushing a small intercom button Dee said, "Alright Mark, let them in."

Five men walked into the room, all looking vaguely similar and stood in a line. Harry walked up to the tinted window and looked at each of them. The first was clearly unpleased to be there, his features were scrunched and he stood heavily on his left foot. If he wasn't holding a sign his arms would have surely been crossed across his chest. The second man looked resigned to his fate, as if he thought he were to be picked out of this line up. The third man shorter than the others looked terrified to be there and was nervously shifting his eyes back and forth. The fourth man stopped Harry's heart. He was devastatingly handsome and knew it. His features were the classic 'beautiful' man features, chiseled and strong. He stood tall and showed off his muscles and was clearly aristocratic. But it was his eyes that held Harry captive. Those eyes he knew well. Those eyes knew that Harry was looking, daring him to say something. Harry backed up several steps in an attempt to get away from that terrifying stare.

Dee and Ryo noted the reaction and at which man the young man had stopped at. They knew that it was this man. They knew, but could do nothing unless Harry said something. "Harry, do you know any of these men?" Ryo said gently.

Harry nodded.

"Harry, we need you to tell us the number of the man who raped you." Dee said. "If you don't tell us we can't do anything."

Harry nodded again and spoke up softly, "Number four, its number four." He began to shake and tears began to run down his face. "Can I go back down to Remus and Sirius now?"

"Of course you can Harry. We'll bring you down now. You've done the right thing." Dee said with a savage glint in his eye.

Ryo wanted desperately to rub the boys shoulder or give him a hug, but knew that touching him would only make it worse. "Harry, I'm so proud of you. It's such a hard thing to do. Just let us tell the officer which one to hold."

Dee was already crossing to the intercom and pushing the button. "Mark, we've got him. It's number 4. I don't care about the lawyers, keep him locked up." After speaking, he opened the door and let Harry and Ryo out before following them to the elevator.

When they stepped out of the elevator Remus and Sirius shot up out of their seats looking haggard, only to receive a running hug from Harry as soon as they stood. Dee and Ryo walked over smiling wryly. Sirius looked up at them with a hopeful look. "He pointed him out. We've got him." Dee said.

Remus let out a deep sigh of relief and hugged Harry tightly, whispering in his ear, "I'm so proud of you. Your parents would be so proud. He's never going to hurt you again. Gods I'm so proud of you Harry."

At those words Harry simply buried his face in his guardian's shirt and began to cry full force. The four older men let him cry it out in the lobby of the station as various people walked in and out of the station. The officers all looked proudly at the young man having known what was happening that day and the 'visitors' all looked sadly at the young man wondering what was wrong.

When the raking sobs ended Harry pulled back slightly and wiped off his face and for the first time since the rape he gave a short bark of a laugh at the sight of his tears on Remus' shirt. "I'm sorry Remy…" He said in a choked voice before burying himself back in his guardians embrace. "Can we go home now?" He asked muffled.

"Of course we can Pronglet. Of course we can." Remus said as he gently stroked Harry's wild hair.

Sirius shook hands with the two officers thanking them for all their work before following his lover and his guard out of the station.

"We did good today. Bicky will be so pleased." Dee said smiling for the first time in weeks.

"He will be won't he? Carol will be ecstatic." Ryo said kissing Dee softly on the cheek, "Now we have to go do the paperwork and start the case against that asshole."

Dee groaned.

DMHPDMHPDMHPDMHPDMHP

Remus helped Harry into the car before kissing Sirius lightly, "See you at home."

Sirius nodded. "I was going to stop over at Sakura and get some sushi." He said to both Harry and Remus, "Will that be okay?"

Harry nodded and looked, for the fist time in weeks to have an almost smile on his face.

"Alright then. Sounds like a plan. I'll get some salad as well." Sirius said ruffling Harry's hair a little.

Shutting the door, Remus got in on the other side, turned on the car and the radio.

The soft strains of George Harrison came through the classic rock station that had been on.

I look at you all see the love there thats sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps
I dont know why nobody told you how to unfold your love
I dont know how someone controlled you
They bought and sold you.

I look at the world and I notice its turning
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps
I dont know how you were diverted
You were perverted too
I dont know how you were inverted
No one alerted you.

I look at you all see the love there thats sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
Look at you all . . .
Still my guitar gently weeps.


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