AN: I don't own either HP or SoA.

I couldn't not write something for Juice in Season 4. That shit was heartbreaking.

It was the roar of a motorcycle that woke him up, loud and rumbly, not the wards. The wards were silent as the grave and Harry sleepily snorted at the thought before getting up, not even bothering to put on a shirt, just leaving himself in a pair of sweatpants. He padded through his new home, a simple two story house that was pleasantly cozy. He took a quick glance at the clock on the wall across from him as he stopped at the door and lifted an eyebrow at the time.

1:30am.

He unlocked the door and opened his mouth to tell whoever it was off only to stop. His heart skipped several beats at the two men on his doorstep, worry curling in the pit of his stomach. "Chibs?"

Chibs stood on his doorstep, a haunted look in his eyes, as he held onto another guy, shorter and younger than him. More around Harry's age, maybe a year or two younger, as his heart clenched at the sound of the gut wrenching sobs coming from him. The guy had a shaved head, a thin covering of dark hair covering tattoos that looked like they were tribal, and light brown skin. He wore the same leather cut that Chibs did, a Son.

Harry spared a glance into his yard, behind Chibs and the younger man, spotting only Chibs' bike. The younger guy must have ridden behind Chibs, on his bike-riding bitch, as the Sons called it- and judging by the shakiness, the shudders and the hitching breaths that rippled through him… The guy had not been in any condition to ride by himself. It was otherwise dark outside, dark and humid and warm. The trees swayed in his yard, a slight breeze rippling through the air.

"Harry. Can we…" Chibs trailed off, curling a tighter arm around the younger man as another louder cry echoed in the silent night around them. "The lad… We canna go to the clubhouse…"

"Yeah, of course," Harry said, stepping back to let the two of them in, opening the door wider. "What… Who… The fuck happened?"

He led the both of them in, letting the door close and letting Chibs more or less carry his friend into the living room. Harry flipped on a few lights, paused and made sure they weren't too bright, letting the two men adjust to the darkness inside naturally.

Chibs nodded gratefully to him as he sat the guy down on one of the stools that sat at the counter. Harry inhaled sharply at the sight of the younger guy's hand clenched in Chibs' cut, an almost white knuckled grip on it.

"Juice…" Chibs whispered, curling an almost tender hand around the younger man's neck. "You're safe here, boy. This is the man I told you about."

"Chibs." Harry raised an eyebrow as… Juice turned around, his brown eyes red with tears and exhaustion. "The fuck's going on?"

"Harry, Juice is a brother," Chibs offered, sliding his hand at Juice's neck to tip the younger man's chin up, showing Harry Juice's neck. Showing him the red, bruised raw skin that looked like marks from a chain. Harry flinched at the sight and met Juice's eyes, seeing shame… pain… and fear. Juice looked like a deer in headlights, muted panic thrumming visibly through him.

He looked back up into Chibs' eyes, acknowledging that the worry in the pit of his own stomach had become thorough concern. His magic was swirling around him, a healing spell on his lips. "He's one of the ones who went to Stockton."

Harry ran a hand through his hair and took a step towards them, seeing Juice flinch at the movement. "I'm not going to hurt you, Juice. I'm just going to… May I take a closer look? See what I'm dealing with?"

"Who-" Juice paused on a very obviously sore, dry throat, and swallowed.

Harry stepped over to open one of the cabinets, grabbed a glass and filled it with water. He held it out towards the man and Juice reached out for it, clear hesitance in his haunted eyes.

"I'm not a Son," Harry offered quietly, taking a step back, making himself appear smaller, loosening his shoulders. "I'm not law enforcement. Just consider me a neutral third party."

"Neutral." Chibs snorted at the word. "Not even getting a glass of water for me. I see how it is here, boyo."

Harry flipped him off and gestured at the glass of water. "Go on. It'll taste good on that throat of yours."

Juice stared at him for a moment before taking a sip, his eyes fluttering closed as the water hit his throat. A sound left his mouth, a sort of pained sob, and Harry's stomach clenched at the noise.

"Juice… what happened?" Harry asked, already guessing the answer and not wanting to be right.

"I jumped."

The words were faint, raw, and Chibs let out a noise himself, choked off.

"You're here instead of a hospital because it can't be reported, am I correct?" Harry asked, turning to look at Chibs, who nodded.

"No one will trust him again," Chibs muttered, his face pale and drawn. "I'll talk to Jackie boy in the morning but…"

"You needed somewhere safe to bring him," Harry finished, nodding in thought. "You could stay here for the rest of the night unless you're needed elsewhere for the club."

Chibs yawned and Harry smiled faintly, reaching out to grasp the older man's shoulder. "Stay."

"Alright. You get your way again," Chibs said, shaking his head. "Those green eyes of yours and that scar, lad."

Harry grinned faintly, gesturing to the refrigerator. "There's beer in there if you want it."

"I'm gonna go help myself to a shower," Chibs remarked, reaching down to uncurl Juice's still fingers in his cut. Juice's eyes widened as he whimpered before reluctantly releasing Chibs. "Juicey, listen to Harry. He'll tend that neck of yours."

"Why not take him to Jax's Old Lady? Isn't she a doctor of- Don't answer that, Chibs," Harry stopped, urging Chibs on towards the hallway and then to the bathroom. "I already know the answer."

Once Chibs was gone, Harry took another step towards Juice and waited, letting the other man decide what happened now. That throat of his was rubbed raw and red and painful to look at, doubly painful when Harry pondered that ping he had felt several hours ago. It had been a blink and you miss it feeling, the elder wand cooling in his pocket before falling back to room temperature rapidly.

"How does… Chibs… know you?" Juice finally asked, his voice faint and shaky, tremors still rippling up his body. His black hoodie was curled tightly around him, underneath the cut, like he was trying to hide in it.

Harry heard the shower turn on in the back, smiled a little bit, feeling the slightest bit of heat curl at the pit of his stomach, before focusing on Juice again.

"I'm not a Son, like I said before," Harry started, keeping his voice quiet, reaching around the counter and pulling open one of the drawers at the top. He pulled out one of the little kits he had laid around the house and put it on top of the counter, opening it up. He could see Juice follow every movement with his eyes. "Full disclosure though… Chibs and I have slept together."

Juice blinked at him. "Neutral."

Harry nodded, laughing quietly at Juice's almost bemused look. The amusement vanished just as quickly as it appeared, the laughter lines disappearing. Juice almost looked half dead and Harry shrugged it off, watching him idly, patiently.

"You wanna tip your chin up for me?" Harry finally asked after a minute of silence, meeting Juice's brown eyes. "Let me clean up that bruise?"

Juice watched him for another minute, opening his mouth and then closing it. "I don't…"

"If you're about to say you don't deserve it," Harry started, shaking his head. "Don't. Chibs brought you here for a reason. He must like you."

Juice shuddered again and finally tipped his chin up, letting Harry see the full extent of the bruising. He shivered and pulled out the container of bruise balm, his eyes narrowing in thought.

"It's been at least a day, right?" Harry asked, smearing some of the paste onto his fingers and slowly reaching out, telegraphing his movements. Juice eyed him wearily, his watery eyes going slightly cross eyed with the effort. He brushed his thumb lightly over the bruising, hearing Juice's breath hitch. The bruise was warm but not worryingly warm and yet there were a few cuts that Harry hadn't seen. Cuts that were covered in dried blood.

Juice nodded and shivered as Harry moved his fingers over the cuts, breathing out on a long, drawn out exhale. Harry met the man's eyes softly and smoothed the paste into that warm skin.

Juice shivered even as the half stranger lightly trailed his fingers over his bruise, over his neck. His skin tingled and cooled delightfully as that unfamiliar gunk was rolled into his skin. It felt like whatever it was was sinking into his skin, into his throat and cooling him off, easing the burning sensation and aches.

A strangled groan left him as… Harry pulled back a little bit, eying him thoughtfully, his green eyes worried. The guy's black hair was messy, going every which way, a case of epic bedhead. Likely they had woken him up from a good night's sleep.

"Any other injuries?" Harry idly asked, drawing his hand back and back to his side. "You… just wound the chain around your neck, right?"

"I thought… The branch… it broke," Juice whispered, breathing heavily, shaking his head and digging his fingers into his thighs. "I…"

Harry flinched and curled his fingers around Juice's, stilling him. "Juice… What… What's going on? I may not be a Son but… Chibs talked about you, while you were in prison last year. What happened between then and now to…"

"I can't tell him," Juice muttered, turning his head away as they both heard the shower turn off. "I can't tell the club. It's… He talked about me?"

Fingers came around his chin and turned him back to face Harry. Harry was gentle, his fingers warm and Juice shuddered.

"He talked about you," Harry confirmed, catching his eyes and holding them.

"I'm not…" Juice paused and saw Chibs walking down the hallway, shirtless and swallowed.

"The Cartel wants to meet in the morning," Chibs offered faintly. "Jax called."

Juice's breath hitched and Harry eyed him before pulling his fingers away, turning to look at Chibs.

"Do you really need to tell Jax about this situation?" Harry asked, lifting an eyebrow.

Chibs blinked and turned to look at Juice.

"I can handle it," Juice tried, attempting to stand up only to sway in place.

Harry reached out and grasped his shoulder, holding him up. "Whoa, there. Let's… Juice…"

Juice watched as Harry eyed him before reaching over to pull something else out of his kit. The kit that kind of reminded him of Tara's kit, whenever she came over to the clubhouse to doctor someone. Harry's had more in it that was unfamiliar though, some vials that were very clearly marked and labeled.

Harry withdrew a vial that had sleep 'z's marked on it and then looked back at Juice. "Juice… This is gonna make sure you don't dream tonight. Take two drops of these."

"What? I don't need sleeping pills," Juice argued, flinching at Chibs' intent gaze.

"Juicey, sometimes… Harry means well," Chibs finally finished, scrubbing a hand through his wet hair.

"Hey, I always mean well," Harry retorted. "And… do you have a preference for sleeping options?"

Juice looked between Harry and Chibs, swallowed on a much easier, less achy throat. "I want to sleep between you two."

Harry's eyes softened more than a little. "Alright. You need anything to sleep in? I have spares."

"We'll figure out what to do in the morning, Juice," Chibs offered, walking over towards him and cupping his cheek.

"Two drops," Harry urged, watching Juice as he sat down on the bed. On Harry's bed. On the bed that was definitely big enough for three full grown men but had only one up until now. Sometimes two with Chibs over the last year but never three. "That should do it for the rest of the night."

"What is it?" Juice asked, shirtless, only with sweatpants on. His neck looked far better than it had just an hour ago, the bruise clearing up easily.

"Dreamless sleep," Chibs answered, sliding into bed on the other side. "I had it once or twice while you brothers were in Stockton. That night we heard of Jax getting knifed."

"I found you drunk outside in my yard," Harry muttered, shaking his head.

"Aye, and you gave me something for the drink hangover and then put me straight to bed after a good fuck," Chibs remarked, winking at them both.

Harry snorted. "Better you than finding Tig drunk in my yard. I haven't met the guy but…"

"He'd like you," Chibs said, already melting into the mattress. "Juice, just take the measured drops and come to bed."

"Tig seems like the kind of guy to actually like it when I'm… in my other form," Harry added, wrinkling his nose.

Juice blinked and turned to look at Harry, who shook his head.

"I'll explain later. Those won't have any negative side effects," Harry offered, lifting his shoulders in a small shrug. "After something like… this, your mind won't easily let it go so… No nightmares or dreams. It'll help."

Juice tipped the small vial up against his lips and gulped down two drops. It tasted like smelly socks and whatever showed on his face made Harry smile faintly. He shuffled onto the bed and slipped under the covers, burrowing into Chibs tentatively and hearing Harry follow him in. He ended up sandwiched between them, between the two men, one familiar and one slowly becoming familiar.

He felt Harry's breath against his neck before the guy rolled back, facing the door. Chibs stared at him for a few minutes, his eyes faint in the slight moonlight that trailed through a window in the room. The last thing he saw before sleep pulled him under was Chibs looking at him with what looked like worry.