Sirius didn't like this plan, mainly because of who came up with it. They had agreed to summon the twins. Draco had told them, that Harry was closer to them than any. They had no idea why they trusted him, he never liked Harry, but deep down it seemed to make sense to them. They were worried Harry would not allow their comfort, and he was going to need it. Molly and Arthur would be called if needed, but for now only word was sent for the twins. A very reluctant Sirius had gone to the ministry, and got Moody to get him the tapes.

Harry slowly came around in the morning, Remus watching him anxiously from a chair off to the side. His heart was aching for Harry. He was worried about doing this, but he knew they had to reach Harry. A small television and vcr was added to the room.

He sat on the bed as Harry woke. "Morning cub."

Harry drew away from him. "No."

Remus sighed. "Harry I love you cub, I just want to help."

Harry spat. "No you don't. Only he did."

Sirius answered from the door. "He didn't love you."

Remus nodded. "He was raping you."

Harry was furious. "He was teaching me."

Sirius looked to the video and back. "You were a pay check."

Harry shook his head. "He was about to be fired."

Remus touched him. "Edward Mason paid to have sex with you."

Harry blanched. "Paid? No."

Sirius pushed. "Your Uncle prostituted you out. He had clients lined up for the week."

Harry was trembling. "You are lying…..lying."

Moody had found out, that Vernon had been looked into even more than the video. It seemed there was a place on the site to book an appointment and Harry was booked up for the week. They knew the story Harry had been fed about the boss, and wondered what he would have been told about the others. Harry had admitted he had not wanted the other man to touch him, but he did, to help his Uncle.

Remus gently said. "The gifts."

Harry was in tears. "He loved me."

Sirius turned on the television. "That isn't love."

Harry was confused. "What?"

Sirius turned it on. "He sold you."

Harry trembled as he watched the couch. "No, how did you….."

Remus held him. "He had cameras."

Sirius used his wand. "The shower, the couch, the bed when he raped you the first time."

Harry shook his head. "He wouldn't."

Remus tried. "He bought your clothes and gifts like this."

Harry watched, he watched as the scenes flashed. Sirius didn't play a full scene, just enough for Harry to see them all. The only one he did not was the last, when his Uncle had been killed. It was killing him to put Harry through this, to watch him watch the videos but he knew they had to reach him. And as much as he would never admit it out loud, he knew Severus was right.

Harry grabbed the television and tried to smash it. "Lies."

Sirius stopped him. "No."

Harry tried to fight him. "Turn it off, turn it off."

Sirius held him but made him watch. "He was raping you."

Harry tried desperately to turn. "No. No."

Sirius forced him. "You didn't want that. You didn't want him fucking you."

Remus came to his side. "Selling your virginity to viewers."

Sirius turned to the Mason one. "Letting his boss fuck you on a kitchen table."

Harry broke down sobbing. "Please turn it off. Please."

Sirius did but he said. "Harry, you needed to see that."

Remus watched Harry curl into a ball. "He'll never hurt you again. We'll never let you be hurt again."

Harry wouldn't let them touch him. "Don't touch me."

Remus tried to sit. "Harry…."

Harry pulled away violently. "Don't touch me."

Harry yanked away violently when they even tried to get near him. They knew he needed space, but they worried about leaving him alone in the room. Fred and George would soon arrive though, and they needed to be told what to expect, before they saw Harry. It would be hard to hear, they loved Harry a lot, but they could be of help. Or so the adults hoped, they felt so helpless, and needed someone to reach him.

Sirius called Dobby when in the hall. "You are to keep an eye on him. If he needs help, get someone."

Fred and George were worried when they were summoned to the house. They had a feeling it was about Harry, which made them worry. They had promised Harry, when he was seventeen, they would help him leave. Albus wouldn't want him to, but they would offer him a home. They were happy that he seemed to be out of the house, but they were worried. They were filled with dread as they entered the house.

Sirius and Remus were with Albus, and oddly Severus and Draco, when they came in. They were sick when they were told what had happened to their little brother. If the man was not dead, they would have gone and hexed him

Fred felt sick. "This can't be true."

George agreed. "Even Vernon is not so sick."

Remus sighed. "It is."

Sirius added. "We made him confront the videos."

Fred was pale. "Where is he?"

Remus motioned to the stairs. "In his room."

George panicked. "Alone?"

Sirius sighed. "He won't let us comfort him."

Remus looked at Draco. "He told us you may be our best choice."

Fred shared an odd look with Draco but nodded. "Mum too, but we'll help."

George nodded. "Our brother can count on us."

Remus watched as the twins vanished. "Maybe we should have called Molly."

Albus agreed. "He is close to the boys but…."

Sirius shot a look at Draco who was leaving. "Like he knows Harry or the twins."

Severus went down to the cellar but said. "He knows them better than you think."

Fred and George headed for the stairs. The others may have missed the look, but George had not, between Fred and Draco. If it had not been for Harry he would have made a comment, but they both could think of nothing else. They had been assured while he was alone in the room, Dobby had been told to keep an eye on him. They were half way to the third floor when Dobby appeared.

Dobby was anxious. "Masters must hurry."

Fred was worried. "What is wrong?"

Dobby was in a panic. "Master in bathroom."

Fred was confused. "In the bathroom?"

George understood. "Did he hurt himself?"

Dobby shook his head. "I no let him, but he not put down razor."

Fred raced towards the room. "Oh Merlin."

George was on his trail. "He shouldn't have been left."

They could not open the bathroom and looked at Dobby. "We need in."

Dobby shook his head. "Master use the Black wards."

It seemed Dobby could enter, but he could not bring anyone else in with him. They were about to go for Sirius, when Draco appeared. He was not able any more than they, but he convinced Kreacher to help them. Harry was the Black heir, Sirius would have no kids, and his future master. Draco was relieved when the elf let them in, and they rushed into the room, well Draco held back.

Harry was on the floor with a razor in hand. "Leave me alone."

Fred saw he didn't look up. "Harry, you can't."

Harry was crying. "Let me."

George could see Dobby created a stasis. "We won't let you hurt yourself."

Fred knelt. "Hand me the razor."

Harry was sobbing. "No."

George knelt. "Please let us help."

Harry pulled away. "Don't touch."

Fred sat. "You know we won't."

George sat on the other side. "We'd never hurt you. We love you."

Harry sobbed. "No one loves me. He said he did and he…"

Fred shushed him. "A lot of people do."

George reminded him. "Remember when we saved you in the car?"

Harry nodded a little. "Yes."

Fred put his hand out. "We rescued you then. We helped you then."

George pressed. "Let us help now."

Harry sobbed. "I….."

Fred motioned. "Hand me it."

Harry dropped it. "I didn't, I don't….."

Collecting Harry in their arms, they managed to get him to the bedroom. They didn't think Harry wanted to kill himself, but he was in such pain. They would make sure all sharp items were kept away for now. They hated thinking about it, but they could not let Harry be hurt like that. He curled into a ball back on the bed, but he at least allowed them some physical contact. They were so grateful that they had been called.

Fred shared a look with Draco who was still there and said. "We will show you how many people really care."