Harry lay awake in his bed that night, the only light in his room coming from the outside lamp posts that lined his street.

But the year always ended leaving him feeling bittersweet. He would always have to come home, he would always have to leave his real family and friends, Ron, Hermione ... Atria.

He liked her, he liked her a lot. He liked the way she nervously pushed her hair behind her ear, or the way her eyes darted from left to right while she thought, he liked the way that she smiled, she didn't do it often, her smile was rare like an eclipse that comes every 80 year or so and after you see it no other moon would ever be the same or nearly as beautiful. But at the same time as liking all of these things there was plenty he didn't like, he didn't like how she thought she deserved everything she got. In truth she deserved so much more, she deserved to go home after the school year and feel safe, she deserved having at least one person in her life to simply have a conversation with and not feel the need to hide all she was, someone that she knew she could rely for even the smallest of things, she deserved all he deserved had their lives been led a different way, If Sirius had been their and not locked away,

A tap on his window broke the silence in his room and his eyes darted to his window, it was probably just the wind.

He closed his eyes again, content to drift off to sleep but a few moments later, another tap was heard.

He sat up slowly his eyes darting over to the curtains that covered his window.

Another small object hit his window. He put his glasses on and stood from the bed quickly. It could be an owl, But this late at night?

He pushed the curtains back and looked out. The figure that stood on the driveway was a bit blurry through the somewhat dirty window so he opened it and his heart leapt.

"Atria!" He loudly whispered.

"Harry," he heard her small voice, he felt a small jolt of happiness at the sound of it but it was gone fast, something was wrong, why was she here?

"Are you alright?" he asked quickly.

There was a long pause and Harry felt himself grow nervous as he waited impatiently for her reply.

"No," he heard her whisper, "not really."

Harry's grip tightened on the windowsill, too many thoughts ran through his head but they all came back to one, what was going on?

"I'm coming down," he said quickly, "stay right there." He pulled the window close and quickly grabbed his cloak.

She walked quickly to the door where he waited, He couldn't see her face for it was hidden behind her long hair. He through the cloak over her quickly and he pressed his finger to his lips telling her to be silent as possible. She was trembling, he could feel her at his side her body practically shaking. The stairs only creaked a little as they walked to his room and when they were inside Harry was quick to take the cloak off and close the door, "what's going on," he asked turning quickly to her.

She was facing the window as she slowly walked further and further into the room. He could see she was observing everything her head moving as she looked around, she pulled her wand out and whispered quietly, "Muffliato."

Harry cocked his head as he took a step away from the door, "What was that."

She shook her head, "So no one can hear us, we don't have to whisper." She said turning to face him. Harry's heart stopped.

"Atria your face," He said, stunned. He felt paralysed as his eyes moved over her, every time he looked there seemed to be more than last time. Her cheek was dark purple while small cuts, as well as larger ones, covered her face. Her lips were chapped and dry while her eyes were red and swollen.

"Is it that bad," she said softly, her eyes meeting his, something about them was off, she looked like a dear in the headlights.

He moved closer, slowly not wanting to make her any more nervous than she was, "What happened?" He asked. She bowed her head and he heard her sniffle.

"I can't go back there," he heard her whisper, "I can't," she said her voice breaking.

"Hey," he said moving forward and quickly enveloping her in a hug,"Its okay, its not your fault," he whispered into her hair, as she shook with small cries. He held her tightly as she sniffled into his shoulder.

"Sit down," He said softly as he sat her on the bed," I'll be right back, okay," he said before rushing from the room.

He walked down the stairs as quickly and as quietly as he could.

She was not going back there, he would let her, not know. His hands shook as he quietly opened the cupboard he knew the first aid kit was in. He didn't know if it was the shock or his own upset. Her beautiful face cut and bruised, her tired eyes filled with fear that shook him to his core. His hand gripped the box tightly as he left.

He walked into his room, she had stayed on the bed her hands folded in her lap, ever so proper, she looked up at him as he walked over and knelt down in front of her, she looked nervously at the box in his hand, "It's muggle stuff," he told her, " not as effective but it works," he said reassuringly.

"Okay," she said softly as she watched him, an intrigued glint in her eye.

He gently washed the larger scars on her face being as soft as he could but obviously not soft enough, she flinched away with a hiss.

"Sorry," Harry said gingerly, "it might sting just a little bit."

Atria nodded as he cautiously continued.

"We'll owl Remus in the morning," Harry said as he washed the last of her scars," he'll know what to do"

He saw her reaction even though a millisecond. The way her body tensed before loosening, calming herself. "Alright," she said briskly.

"Atria," he said taking her hands gently and squeezing her hands, "Remus will help."

She gave a small nod to his words. He didn't push her, he could see she was not all there at that moment, her mind was elsewhere, probably running rapidly over the events of the night. He wanted her to open up to him, to tell him everything, to trust him enough to do that, but he knew they were not there yet. Atria was very protective of herself, and every approach he made was done cautiously. While she herself was blunt she did not react well to bluntness.

He stood up, "You can have the bed I'll sleep on the floor."

Atria shook her head standing from the bed, "Harry, it's your bed, I can-"

"You're sleeping on the bed Atria," he said firmly giving her a small knowing smile.

Atria froze for a moment,m his tone catching her off before realizing he was not actually angry, her lips twitched up into a quick bashful smile before nodding, "Okay."

Harry pulled the covers back for her as she climbed under. He then lay a pillow on the ground and grabbed a thin blanket from the closet. His gaze drifted over to her, she lay facing up, her eyes open but glazed over.

"Atria?" he asked.

"Yes," came her mechanical response as if still in a daze.

"How did you know which window was mine?" he asked.

She shrugged as she nestled her head into the pillow, "I can see where the bars used to be."

Harry watched her for a moment longer before stiffly nodding. He lay on the floor a pillow under his head with a thin blanket, it wasn't a cold night so he had no issues. he closed his eyes listening to Atria's soft breathing,

"Harry," he heard Atria whisper from the bed just as he began to drift off.

"Yes," he replied groggily.

"Thank you."


Just a small chapter for you all, I've been a bit heavy on work and haven't had a lot to write don't worry soon enough I will be back to my usual once a week schedule.

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