Telling the Kids

*** I just realized that I screwed up my chapters plus school has been KICKIG my ass the last few months. Here is Snape, Oliver, Percy, & Minnie telling Ron, Ginny, Fred/George, Hermione, Neville, & Cedric about Harry

#GETTISSUES

"Wait… What?" Hermione, grabbed Ron's hand, and started to tear up. Snape starred at the lot of 2nd years in front of him, and sighed. There was no easy way to do this.

"This has been going on for a long time, you all need to know that; he is being well cared for," Hermione was crying on Ron' s shoulder, Neville was in shock, & Ginny just looked at the floor.

"Percy was aware-" Snape was cut off because at that moment Ron flew into a rage.

"PERCY! YOU KNEW!" Ron was shaking and starting to cry, Fed reached out to hug his little brother but Ron threw him off.

"Lemme go…" he broke free and ran to the Gryffindor tower. Snape sighed, and went to see where he'd gone, Neville grabbed Hermine's hand, and Ginny was still in shock.

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"Ron…" Oliver whispered gently, standing with Snape and Minerva.

"I hate HIM!" Ron spat out, tears in his shaking voice.

"Ron, listen to me, he was as a school prefect the only one privy to Harry's condition. That was professor Dumbledore's decision, we as his teachers had to respect that decision, OK, he was not trying to keep anything from you or the others…" Snape spoke gently, and softy, Ron just shook his head.

"Harry needs us all now, he is very ill physically and emotionally," Wood said, trying to keep everything calm.

"I…" Oliver took the opportunity, and scooped him up, putting him on his hip.

"Papa…" Harrry whispered, Snape shushed him, putting him up on his shoulder. Harry lazily lay his head on his shoulder.

"Let's try sitting you at the table, it will be just me and Oli. No one will make you uncomfortable, OK?" Harry nodded.

"Hi lovie" Oliver grinned, as Snape sat Harry down in a chair at the kitchen table. He had a pretty bland diet on the stove, bread and jam with butter beer for variety.

"There we are," Snape gently sat down as no to startle his sickly child. Oliver followed going on Harry's other side.

"Will Quidditch be canceled you think?" Wood was attempting to make small talk, and not make Harry feel subconscious in front of food.

"Haven't had a chance to talk to Albus yet.." Snape replied, biting a piece of toast and trying to focus on the wall and ot Harry.

"Probably better to see how things go," Wood said, toying with hs napkin.

"Totsy, everything alright?" Severus sked gently, he noticed harry had a few bites, and had drank half his butter beer. The eyes that starred up at him shattered Snape's icy heart.

"I can't, I can't do it Papa,"

"Don't push yourself, Harry. If that's all you can manage that's fine." Oliver whispered, pulling him onto his lap, hugging him close.

"Oli can we cuddle?"

"Sure, come on now, that's it…" he was so sleepy all the time. Oliver never got tired of the little legs wrapping around him or the tight squeeze with Harry's arms around him.

SNEAK PEEK

Harry starred at the floor, feeling totally let down and rejected. He had never felt this feeling before, and it was horrible.

"Harry," Oliver began but Harry moved away from him. The Keeper got down on the floor next to his Seeker.

"Listen to me, Harry look at me." The firmness in his voice just came but, but it was the only way Harry'd listen to him. It worked.

"Listen to me, OK. I want to, believe me I want to, but sweetheart you're too young, OK. You're only fifteen, and I want you to experience life a little more before we do this."

"You don't love me that way to even try it… I.." Oliver couldn't stand it, he grabbed hold of him, and pulled him onto his lap.

"I want to try, believe me I want to, but when you're ready. I want it to be beautiful, and soft and gentle and loving. I also want to be responsible with you, OK. I was a fifth year, and you were a first year when we met, Harry that's a big age difference.." Harry said nothing, but relaxed in Wood's grip.

"I don't want to wait," Harry sniffed, clinging desperately to Wood.

"You'll thank me for it, trust me. I want you to see what else is out there for your own sake. Harry your still a virgin, I don't want to engage in that kind of behavior with someone I care for so deeply." Wood stood up, Harry in his arms, the warm bath waiting patiently.

"In we go,"

"Close your eyes my little goblin, its been a long day," Harry said nothing to him, for the first time ever he was angry at Oliver. Wood's heart broke in a million pieces, he hated to say no but he cared too much to not give Harry a chance to grow.

Once they were in Oliver's bedroom, he laid his broken Seeker down, softly dressing him. He gently pulled off his glasses and put them on the bedside table, tucking them both in. Harry shivered unconsciously, then felt Oliver's strong, tanned arms slip around him.

"I'm not a little boy anymore."

"I know that pumpkin, but I'm trying to preserve your innocence as long as I can," wood gently scratched the back on his neck, almost like a tickle. Then gently, he turned him over on his back. Better he do this than Harry getting drugged with some date rape potion alone in Diagon Alley.

"Come here, love" Oliver gathered him in his arms, then with his bottom hand he cupped his member. Harry groaned, tears of joy falling down his face, he thought his brain was on fire. Oliver slowly and methodically found a rhythm, back and forth, back and forth.

"Oli…" he whined, Oliver shushed him, continuing on his work.

"I… I… Oli it feels so good,"

"I know baby, I know it does.. Relax a bit for me OK, that's a good boy, you're safe I'm here with you," the moment hit Oliver at that moment and he burst into tears too.

"Come on, that's a boy, there ya go," Harry felt himself cum, and he clung tight to his captain.

"I love you Oli,"

"I know baby, I know… I've known for a long time," Oliver put his lips to his hair, tears still falling down his face.

"Thank you…" Harry whimpered, smiling with tears of joy.

"Your welcome sweetheart," Oliver's old black cat, starred at them, her big green eyes all knowing.

"I wish you could still fit on my chest," Oliver whispered, pulling Harry closer.

"We'll always have each other,"

"Yes love, we will… I promise," Oliver flicked his wand to turn out he lights, nestling himself and his precious one under the covers.