Rating: R

Warnings: Course language, violence, self mutilation, Piercing, use of alcohol, Eating disorders, Drug use, Male/Male, and Male/Female pairings, Rimming, Oral sex, Sexual situations in uncomfortable settings, anal, BDSM, rape, incest, and possibly more later.

Parings: DOMINANT/SUBMISSIVE- Neville/Harry (Harry/Neville), Seamus/Colin (Colin/Seamus), Devon/Dennis (Dennis/Devon), Nott/Seamus, Nott/Dennis Ron/Hermione, Dean/Ginny, Blaise/Daphne, Nott/Pansy, Fred/George, Colin/Dennis, Colin/Devon, Seamus/Dennis, and possibly more later.

. . . Story Begins . . .

"You should have thought about that before. Now off to class, you have a week of detentions with me for fighting." She stood up and led the smaller out of her room, making sure he went to class before heading to find Ron and Seamus.

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"W-what about mum?" Dennis asked his voice high and squeaky. Colin reached out and grasped his little brother's hand, his own shaking violently.

"This is why we are giving you time. Mrs. Creevey didn't survive the accident."Albus said. A wail left Dennis and he doubled over but Colin just stared, eyes wide. The blonde's breath caught and only one thing was repeating through his head.

Dennis, make sure Dennis is ok, make sure Dennis is ok. The blonde leaned over and pulled the younger to him, rubbing his back.

"W-why's he not crying?" Devon whispered unaware that the blonde had tuned everything out.

"H-he's in shock." Seamus informed. He reached over and rubbed the older Creevey's back. That was when the older finally let out a whoosh of breath followed by a loud cry. His body convulsed and he pulled his baby brother closer.

"We'll leave you for a while." The professors stood and slowly left, closing the door quietly. Seamus' eyes watered as he watched his lil one lose control. He was mad that there was nothing he could do to make the pain go away. Nothing at all.

"C-Colin?" Seamus whispered. The blonde dove towards the over, knocking him off the chair and onto his back, curling up on top of him, burying his face in the taller's neck. The brunette sat up and rearranged the other so he was seated in his lap, head in the same spot, arms around the thick neck. The older pulled the other closer and kissed his cheek, rocking the small boy.

Dennis was curled up on the chair sobbing into his knees and Devon looked at him, biting his lip. The taller slowly reached out and wrapped an arm around the shaking shoulders pulling the younger into a hug.

The Creeveys' minds wandered back as far as they could go. Colin remembered when his mom brought Dennis home, he remembered the meals she made, how she would bandage him up when he got hurt. He remembered the some she sung to him when she would tuck him in. He remembered every detail of her face because he knew he'd never get to see it again.

Dennis thought about the time she wasn't feeling well, the day he realized that mom wasn't invincible. Now he knew that she wasn't a superhero, a superhero would have pulled through with barely a scratch; his mother was crushed in a car accident.

Devon rubbed his back and his lip started to tremble.

"I-I'm sorry I got mad a-at you." The brunette whispered into the smaller's ear.

"S-s'kay." He hugged the older tighter and sobbed harder against him. Gone his mum was gone. Devon lifted the smaller's head and pressed their lips together, rubbing the English boy's cheek and back. "D-don't leave me."

"I won't. I'll go with you, I promise." The older whispered. He felt slightly uncomfortable when the smaller climbed onto his lap but he pushed it aside and held the younger closer, opening his mouth when the wet tongue pressed to his lips.

Seamus let out a heavy breath when the younger's sobs stopped, hiccups leaving him. He realized that the smaller had exhausted himself and passed out. He ran his fingers through the blonde locks and locked eyes with his brother. Devon mouthed the words he's asleep and Seamus mouth back same. The door opened and Mrs. Jacobson, Seamus and Dennis' Gran, stepped in. She sighed and locked eyes with Seamus then Devon.

"Hi Gran." The boys whispered. She nodded.

"I'm here to help you transport the youngster's to their home. You four will have the place to yourself for the night. Please behave." She mumbled. They nodded at her. Seamus stood with almost no difficulty, the smaller in his arms, bridal style. Devon took a bit more effort but managed nonetheless. With that, they were off.

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When the Finnigans arrived at the Creevey home the first thing they did was tuck them both into their parents' bed, covering them up. They stuck a note on the door saying they'd be watching a movie in the living room.

They would have stayed with the other two but the Irishmen felt that they needed some of this time to be with each other, not their significant others. They just lost their mother; they needed to spend some quality brotherly time together.

Devon helped Seamus cook a simple dinner, one that would easily be good as leftovers. The older was positive the young boys would not want to eat but there was no harm in trying.

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Colin stirred and opened his eyes looking around. He sat bolt up and jumped when he realized Dennis was passed out next to him. The older's nose was stuffed and his head hurt. Then he remembered. The English boy's eyes watered and he covered his mouth, muffling his sob so he wouldn't wake the smaller. He crawled out of bed and glanced at the note before heading down the stairs.

His throat was dry and he felt as if it was impossible to talk. He tapped the wall and the two Finnigan's looked up from their soup. Seamus stood and was across the room, holding the smaller within milliseconds.

"Hey lil one, s'alright." He rubbed the younger's back and led him to the couch. He pulled the blonde onto his lap and kissed his cheek. Colin's head dropped onto the older's shoulder, his back against the armrest, his side pressed to the older boy's.

Seamus massaged the younger's head and placed another kiss on his forehead.

"I want you to try and eat something alright? Even if it's one spoon of soup ok?" The eldest whispered. Colin shook his head and snuggled closer to the other. "Please Colin? You have to eat, you missed breakfast and lunch, please eat."

Colin shifted and leaned forwards taking a quick spoon of Seamus' soup and plopping back against him.

"Thank you." The older mumbled into the blonde locks. He pulled a blanket off the top of the couch and wrapped it around the shivering boy. He knew the cold was subconscious but hopefully this would help.

"M-make me forget?" The blonde whispered in a hoarse voice.

"I can't love. I want to but there's nothing I can do to make you forget." Seamus pulled the other closer when a fresh set of tears started to fall.

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The next day Mr. Creevey had come home and pulled his boys close to his chest. He thanked Seamus and Devon for taking care of them and being there when they needed it.

Mr. Creevey shared his bed for the first three nights with his boys before getting them to sleep together in Colin's bed, Seamus and Devon in Dennis'.

The last night Colin shared his bed with Seamus and Dennis shared his with Devon. It was difficult but the two Irish boys managed to make the others eat. They made the two younger boys talk about their mother as much as possible. It was the ninth day after finding out about the death of their mother that the small boys started to turn back around even if it was only a small bit.

Dumbledore gave them an extra two weeks, making it a month until they would go back to school. At the end of their second week the two boys were doing better, much better. They would announce, albeit quietly, when they were hungry or wanted a hug, or the occasional kiss. Three days after Colin and Dennis began to smile again when they found something amusing.

The older Creevey spent a large amount of time with the horses and in the meadow, taking photos. Dennis spent more time at the pool with Devon and in the game room.

The younger Creevey was recovering much faster than his brother, but he was still fairly young. At the end of the third week Colin was alright and Dennis was pretty good. Devon became more open with the young blonde and would sometimes even initiate a kiss.

Seamus tried the best he could to help the smaller and it started to slowly pay off. It was the middle of the last week when Seamus realized that the blonde was doing fine.

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"Shay? Shay?" Said boy came running around the corner. "Can I ride her?" The young boy asked excited. The brunette looked at him shocked and nodded.

"O-of course Cols." His Irish accent rang out. The smaller grinned and began hopping.

"I always wanted to ride a horse but never really got the chance. I like horses a lot but I don't want to photograph them in case the flash scared them. Mom says-" he froze for a moment before starting again. "Mom said that if you startle an animal they can become violent out of fear, is that true for horses? Can I pet her? Will you teach me to ride? Will you ride with me? Do I have to wear the funny hat, gloves and boots? Do-"

Seamus leaned down and pressed his lips to the younger. Colin flushed.

"Sorry, I'm excited."

"I know. I'm glad you're excited." The brunette smiled at him. "Yes they can get violent if they are frightened in order to save themselves. Yes I'll teach you; yes I'll ride with you. You don't have to wear the boots and gloves but I'd appreciate it if you at least wore the helmet."

"Ok!" He grinned and hugged the older. "Let's go let's go let's go!" He pulled the older boy towards the house, the taller laughing along the way. Yep, Colin was gonna be just fine.

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"Oaf!" The blonde groaned and coughed.

"You alright?" Seamus asked helping the young boy up.

"Yea, I didn't know learning to ride a horse was this hard!" Colin said flailing his arms, a smile still on his face. The short boy was covered in mud and dirt, grass stains littering his jeans. The older wiped a smudge of dirt off the smaller's cheek and leaned down, kissing him.

"Wanna try again?"

"Yeah!" The blonde walked back over to the horse. "Try number . . . what number?"

"Twelve I think." Seamus snickered helping the smaller onto the horse. "Grab the reins this time love alright?" The smaller nodded and did as told. The horse bent down and the blonde slid forwards.

"Ow! Ow that hurt a lot, oh gods!" He hissed, one hand flying to his nether regions, whimpering.

"Told you to grab the cup." Seamus smirked and chuckled.

"Oh hush up." The smaller boy smiled when the horse took a few steps and he stayed in place. "Ride with me?"

"Alright." Seamus climbed on behind the blonde and took the reins from him, kissing the pale neck. A quiet moan left the smaller's lips.

"Uh oh." Colin whispered.

"What?" the taller asked, kissing the slim area again. The blonde's head lulled back and he moaned, the horse starting to walk.

"If I slide again it's really gonna hurt." He mumbled, shivering when teeth scraped his skin.

"Mmm." Seamus pushed his hips forwards, a hiss leaving the smaller when the older's erection pressed into his lower back. "Maybe we should take a break?"

"O-ok." The brunette turned the other's head and kissed him passionately before climbing off and helping the other down.

"Seamus can we use Rosie for a bit?" Devon asked. Seamus took off his helmet and tossed it to the smaller, followed shortly after by Colin's. The older Irishman leaned down and attached their mouths, stumbling back to the barn.

"Ew." Both Devon and Dennis mumbled making a slight face. Colin flipped them off and laughed when Seamus picked him up. The blonde wrapped his legs around the thick waist, his feet locking behind his back.

The next chapter is one I feel you will all enjoy . . . hint, hint ;)