Hi all. Sorry for the lateness of this chapter. My finals are getting in the way, but they'll be done soon. Enjoy the chapter.
(AN) This chapter contains some very graphic child abuse, including rape. Those who are offended by such things should not read the first part of the chapter. You have been warned.
Chapter 7
Revealing the Problems
Harry lay in his bed with his eyes wide open. It was well past midnight but he had not even begun feel drowsy. His thoughts of Jack were keeping him awake.
Harry had come to know Jacks ways over the past few months, but he never could figure the dog out. It was like Jack wasn't even a dog at all and had some form of logical thought that caused him do things like run away unexpectedly and give Harry looks that were never shared between a dog and a human.
It was Jacks facial expressions that had Harry really confused. Sometimes Jack would give Harry a look that was definitely more human than dog, such as the look the two shared just before Jack fled from the factory in London a few days ago. It was almost like Jack had been actually serious about something, not just instinctive like most dogs normally were.
He new he was not going to sleep any time soon, so he got up and decided to give his Defense against the Dark Arts book a go. After he had retrieved his book from his new trunk, Harry exited the snore filled room and made his way down to the deathly silent common room.
He went over to one of the couches near the smoldering fire and picked up a lamp from a nearby table which he lit with his wand (something Remus had taught him).
Lying on the couch, Harry began the slow and frustrating process of piecing letters and words together and figuring out their meaning. He did not even notice as he began to feel drowsy, but he kept on reading until eventually, the book fell to the floor and he drifted off to sleep.
Harry flinched as he heard his uncle's slurred voice announcing his arrival home from where ever it was that he had been.
The three and a half year old Harry stood in front of the kitchen sink drying the dishes. He hoped to god that his uncle would go directly up the stairs and not come in the kitchen. His hope was crushed however when he heard his uncle's pounding footsteps coming down the hall towards the kitchen.
When the door opened, Harry tried his best to stair strait ahead and act normally to avoid his uncle's attention. But it was all in vain.
Vernon sat down at the kitchen table and took a swig of vodka. Harry was so scared of his uncle that he began to shiver in fear at the smell of the vodka.
"DON'T YOU GREET YOUR UNCLE WHEN HE ENTERS THE BLOODY ROOM BOY?" Vernon boomed, making Harry jump.
"'M s-sorry uncle," Harry whimpered.
"SHUT UP, YOU WORTHLESS FREAK! STOP CRYING! I raised you, gave you food, put a roof over your head, and you still don't show me any respect. You're a worthless you little fuck, just like your father and your whore of a mother, you pathetic little shit. STOP CRYING DAMN IT!" Vernon Bellowed. His last statement was so loud that Harry accidentally dropped the plat he was holding. Vernon stared at the shattered plate and then looked back up at Harry Murderously.
Harry began to sputter out apologies but Vernon ignored them. "You're going to pay for that boy. Oh, I'm going to make you wish you had never been born!" he said threw clenched teeth as he began to advance towards Harry.
The small boy's knees gave out as his fuming uncle grabbed him by the hair and began to drag him out into the hall.
As they passed the den, Harry glimpsed his aunt lying unconscious on the couch in her underwear, as white as chalk. There was a heroin syringe lying on the floor next to her and a small drop of blood could be seen on her fore arm. Harry hated when his aunt and uncle did drugs, it made them even scarier than normal.
Vernon continued to drag him roughly down the hall and up the stairs to the guest bedroom, drinking his liquor as he went. When they got there, Vernon threw Harry's trembling body onto the bed.
"Uncle, p-p-please, I'm s-so s-sorry, it was an accident," Harry whimpered as his uncle began to advance towards him. "I d-didn' mean it, p-please. I-I'll be a good boy, I prom—"
CRACK!
Harry was cut off by the back of his uncle's hand slapping him hard across the face. "SHUT IT, (CRACK!) YOU UNGREATFUL LITTLE BITCH (CRACK!)!" Vernon yelled as he continued to smack Harry senseless. "I FEED YOU (CRACK!), I PUT CLOTHES ON YOUR BACK (CRACK!), I PUT A ROOF OVER YOUR HEAD (CRACK!), I RAISED YOU DAMN IT, AND ALL YOU DO IN RETURN IS RUIN MY FUCKING LIFE (CRACK!)! I SHOULD HAVE THROWN YOU OUT WITH THE GARBAGE THE DAY YOU SHOWED UP YOU FUCKING FAGAT! STOP (CRACK!), CRYING (CRACK!). YOU FILTHY (CRACK!), LITTLE (CRACK!), WHORE (CRACK!)!"
When Vernon finished screaming, he grabbed Harry by his neck and threw him into the wall behind the bed.
"TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF" he yelled at the boy, taking another swig of vodka.
'oh no' thought Harry, 'no… not again, not that!'
Vernon was not pleased by Harry's hesitation. He dragged Harry into the middle of the bed and pined him down with his knees. He then reached down and grabbed a handful of the shivering boy's baggy shirt. Harry let out a high scream as his shirt was painfully torn off his broken body.
Vernon growled at the boys scream. He wadded up Harry's torn shirt and forcefully jammed it into his mouth. "BE QUIET!" he yelled, "YOU'LL BE A GOOD LITTLE WHORE AND NOT MAKE A SOUND (CRACK!)!"
The next thing Harry new, his pants were roughly jerked from his scrawny legs and he lay there naked. The crying boy whimpered into his gag as his uncle violently rolled him onto his stomach. He was shaking uncontrollably now. He new what was coming and all he wanted at the moment was to die. But death never came. He bit down onto his gag as his uncle tore into him. To Harry, this was the worst thing there was. As his uncle began to move in and out of him, Harry became overwhelmed with nausea. He chocked when he smelt the Vodka on his uncles breath and dug his fingers into the mattress because of the pain of his flesh tearing.
This torture went on for what seemed like a life time to Harry. Just before he was about to pass out, he felt his uncle's warm, disgusting fluids release inside him.
Harry could not keep down the new wave of nausea that overtook him as Vernon ejaculated inside him. But when he did throw-up, the gag in his mouth caused him to chock on his own vomit. Panic overtook him as he tried desperately to get the gag out so he could breathe. He began trashing around violently in an attempt to get the gag out and to taste air again, but it only made things worse.
Vernon did not like his insane thrashing and brought his fist down hard on the boys head. Harry lay there nearly unconscious, any moment now he would pass out from alack of oxygen and maybe, he would not wake up again. He began to wonder if he even wanted to live anymore, but he was drawn out of his thoughts by a distant, but forceful voice.
"HARRY! WAKE UP!"
Harry's eyes snapped open. He could feel someone holding him loosely around his shoulders. Without thinking, Harry instinctively shot his hand out and into the person's chest, shoving them forcefully to the other end of the couch. The shivering boy then quickly backed away in fear and curled up protectively on the other end of the couch.
After a moment Harry began to get his wits back. 'It was just a dream' he thought, sighing in relief, 'But, if that was a dream… then who did I just attack.'
Harry looked up to see a shocked looking girl sitting on the other end of the couch.
"H-… Harry, I. I'm sorry I startle you, I was just trying to wake you up" A feminine voice said softly.
"M-Mione, Is dat you, I…, I'm so sorry, you…, you scared me. 'R you All righ'?" Harry asked quietly as he began to loosen up.
"Oh, I'm all right" Mione said as she moved to sit closer to Harry. "But you, are you okay, I came down hear because I couldn't sleep and wanted to do some homework but when I came down you were hear on the couch screaming. I just came over to try and wake you up. I didn't mean to scare you"
Harry stiffened a little when Mione sat down next to him and put a comforting arm around him. As she continued to hold him to her, he began to loosen up a bit and spoke again softly, "I din' mean to hit you like dat, I… when I woke up… I, I tough' you were…, um… never mind, I jus' spook easily when I'm asleep. I'm sorry."
"It's okay Harry, I'm fine," she said. "It isn't your fault; I probably should have seen that coming. Do you want to tell me what you were dreaming about?"
Harry was actually starting to relax at the sound of her peaceful voice. "Uh, no, it's okay, jus' a night mare. How come you couldn' sleep?" he asked, trying to change the subject.
"Well, actually, I was thinking about you, and… your dreams." She said a bit cautiously.
Harry looked down at her expressionlessly and asked, "How'd ya know I 'ave dreams a' night?"
"Well," Mione said turning a little to face Harry, "The other night, Neville told us that he woke up and you were… screaming… in your sleep."
"Oh" Harry said, mentally kicking himself for letting the others find out about his pain. He knew that they knew he was abused but did not want to them to think it had mentally damaged him. Even he wasn't sure if it had or not, but to be honest, he never really thought about his mental stability too much.
After a short moment, Mione seemed to notice that he was troubled. "Harry, its okay, Neville said that he put a silencing charm around your bed so none of the others would hear. And we won't let anyone know if you don't want to."
Harry smiled at her kindness. It was so comforting to him. He looked back at her and said quietly, "t'anks Mione, you guys 'r da best t'ing I go' with dis new life o mine, I can' believe my luck."
Hermione smiled warmly at him and said, "Thank you Harry. But really, we like having you around too. Your such a nice boy, you disserve good friends."
With Hermione's words, Harry forgot all about his night mare. He just smiled appreciatively at her and they both leaned back into the couch. Harry unconsciously put his arm around her and pulled her closer to him.
Upon realizing what he had just done, Harry became a little fearful of how Mione would take it. She did not seem to mind however. She lovingly slid her arm around Harry's waist and rested her head on his shoulder.
"Mione?" Harry asked after a few minutes of peaceful silence.
"Yeah?" she replied softly, raising her head a little to face him.
"Wha' happens when school lets out in da summer?" he asked, not sure he wanted to bring it up at the moment.
"Well, all the students go home to there famil-… Oh, um well most people go home, but I don't know what will happen to you," She replied sadly.
Harry sighed a little and said, "Jus' wonderin', I guess I'll jus' ask Remus. Do ya tink they'll let me stay 'ere over da summer?"
"U'm, I don't think so, my mom told me that all the teachers usually go home over the break. But I'm sure Dumbledore will find you somewhere to go. Maybe a foster home or an orphanage," she told him, hoping he liked the idea.
"I aint goin' to no orphanage, I know people who ran away from 'em. Said they 'ad no freedom, it's like a prison run' by dem damn child services people. I'd rather live on da streets" Harry scowled.
Hermione was taken back by his reply and asked, "Why don't you like child services workers, I thought they just try to help kids?"
"Na," Harry said slightly angrily, "all dey do is bring kids in off da streets an then stick em in an orphanage, or else dey put ya in a family of a bunch o' strangers, who act like dey love ya, but den get rid of ya as soon as they have kids of there own r' somthin'. My bes' friend Jack use ta have his own family, but den they took 'im away jus' cuz his da' didn' 'ave enough money ta feed im righ', or cloth 'im. They took 'im ta one 'o dem orphanages in London were dey aint go' no rights or nothin'. But den when Jack was abou' six or seven, he ran away from der. He tried to find his father but he had gon' to prison fer tryin' ta boost cars so he could ge' some money so he could have his boy back. Das when me an Sarah found 'im, we brought 'im back ta Ethan and he told us to teach him how ta steal wallets an stuff."
Hermione hadn't thought much about how Harry had survived on the street and she didn't even consider that he might be a thief. "You were a thief?" she asked, trying not to sound offensive. She didn't want to judge Harry for being a criminal.
"Uh, yeah. But I don' kneed ta steal no more, I- I got money from my parents now an' I get all da food I wan' 'ere. Do you… you know tha' I won' steal from no one here, righ'? I never steal anyway unless I have to." Harry said, hopping she didn't look down on him for his semi-just crimes.
Hermione, realizing that Harry was worried about her opinion, squeezed his waist a little and said, "Of course I know you won't steal anything here. And I won't ever think less of you for any thing you did on the streets. I know that you probably had to do a lot of things that are traditionally immoral to survive and it's not my place to Judge you."
Harry was relieved by Mione's reply. He smiled gratefully at her and they both settled back into the couch.
"Who are Jack, Sarah and Ethan?" Hermione asked, hopping that the question wouldn't cause Harry any more distress.
Harry did not appear to be troubled by the question but Hermione could feel him tense up a bit before answering. "Um, Jack and Sarah were my two bes' friends, we pretty much did everythin' together. But a few years ago, Jack jus' disappeared, never saw 'im again. An Sarah died of fros' bite a little while after Jack was gone. Ethan was kind'a like da leader of our gang. He's da one da' took me in after my uncle dumped me. He taugh' me how ta steal an' stuff. But…ah, he died too. 'Bout three years ago."
Hermione felt very sorry too hear about Harry's losses. The boy couldn't seem to get a break.
"Oh Harry, that's terrible, I'm so sorry," she whispered, holding him close.
"S' alright Mione, I got over it," Harry lied.
They continued to sit peacefully in each others arms for quite a while. Neither wanted to separate.
But because the they both new that if they were found in this position, it would arouse unwanted assumptions.
With this thought in mind, Harry raised his head a little and looked at her. Her eyes were closed but because of her firm hold around his waste, he didn't think she was asleep. "Hermione?" he asked softly.
"Hmm", she replied with her eyes still shut.
"I's getin' early, don' ya t'ink we should go up ta bed before people start coming down?" Harry reluctantly asked.
Hermione seemed half asleep in her reply, "I suppose."
Harry helped her to stand and they both stood together for a moment till Hermione pulled him into a tight hug.
Harry was caught off guard by this and tensed up quite a bit. It had been a long time since anyone had hugged him; such things had become a distant memory and all this affection was making him feel slightly uneasy. But her embrace was so comforting that he allowed himself to relax after a moment and hug her back.
"Harry," she whispered in his hear, "You know that you can tell me anything, anything at all and I wont betray you. You're a good person Harry and you disserve so much more."
Harry felt extremely emotional at her statement. He kept his emotions hidden out of second nature though and said "I couldn' ask fer more Mione."
Hermione smiled into his shoulder and pulled back. "Good night Harry, I'll see you at breakfast."
As she turned and walked towards the stairs leading to the girls dorm, Harry called out softly, "night Mione", and then climbed the stairs to his own bed where he curled up with Mag once again and fell asleep.
Remus stared blankly at the colorful bird perched on the window. Normally, being in the presence of such a beautiful and powerful animal would have driven all else from his mind. But today, the only thing on his mind was Mundungus and Harry.
Last night, Albus had received a positive reply from the man, agreeing to meet with him and talk about Harry. In the letter, Mundungus had said that he was sure he had never known any Harry Potter, but he also informed them that street kids, especially gang members, didn't always go by there real name.
To Remus' delight, the headmaster had asked him and Prof. McGonagall to attend there meeting. He assumed that the Deputy Headmistress had been asked to come because she was the heads of the boys house.
Remus continued to star blankly at the bird and almost jumped when he herd the door to the office swing open. The headmaster and Headmistress walked into the door. Albus looked his like his usual twinkling self, but Professor McGonagall seemed to be nothing but annoyed.
"Albus, I still do not see why we are meeting with... him if he doesn't even know the boy. And even if he did, I doubt the drunk could remember" the stern witch asked.
"Good morning Remus, thank you for coming. Well Minerva, I do believe that Mundungus and Harry could possibly have met but if not than there is still no harm done. Remus, did you get the photograph from Poppy."
"Yes sir," Remus replied. Luckily, Madam Pomfrey had taken a picture of Harry before she began to heal him too keep in his medical record. Remus handed the envelope with the picture of a sleeping Harry to Albus. "When do you expect him to arrive sir?" Lupin asked, trying not to sound to anxous.
"Well I believe he will be arriving in abo-," Albus was cut off as a green flame began to swirl in the fire. "Now" the Headmaster finished.
A moment later a tall, raggedy looking man stepped out of the fire. "Goo' mournin' all, nice ta be back."
Remus and Albus stood to greet there old friend but Professor McGonagall merely nodded her greeting. Albus gave her a small frown but it was ignored otherwise. "Now my friends, perhaps we should all get comfortable" the old wizard said before waving his wand in the air, making two additional chars appear in front of the fire.
They all sat down and Mundungus said, "Now, Albus, what's this about me knowin' the boy who lived."
Albus handed him the envelope containing Harry's picture and replied, "Well Mundungus, I was hopping you could explain. Here is a photograph of him taken by Madam Pomfrey a few days ago. Do you recognize him? He did say it had been a while since you two had seen each other."
Mundungus took the photograph of Harry out of the envelope and stared at it and seemed to be thinking rather hard. After a minute or two he looked up with a smile.
"Aye, I think I jus' might know who he is" he said cheerfully.
Professor McGonagall, who had remained silent thus far, then spoke up in an irritated manner, "We already know who he is, what we need to know what you know about him!"
Albus gave her a stern look and said "Minerva," warningly before he turned back to Mundungus. He smiled at him and said "Well Mundungus, could you tell us anything you know about him? As I said in my letter, it is important that we learn about Harry's past if we are going to try and help him. …If he does need help that is"
Mundungus looked back down at the photo and spoke, "Well, I aint seen the kid in a couple o' years, but I'm almost positive that that's Raven."
The others in the room looked at him questioningly. "Raven?" Remus asked.
"Aye, Raven," the man answered, "I never asked 'im what 'is real name was, but everybody just called him raven because o' dat wild black hair 'es got. And ah, in answer to your question of weather or not he's in need of some mental help, I'd ah… have ta say that 'e migh' unfortunatly."
The others frowned as he finished. "Go on," Albus insisted.
Mundungus looked up at them and stated, "Well, ya got ta understand that life on da streets is obviously quite a bit rougher than normal life, especially fer Raven. I guess I've known 'im since he was abou'… five or six I'd say. He used ta run with this gang o' thieves and pickpockets who called them selves the Foxes. They was a rough bunch but in general, they was nice kids. Now, I know you think tha' a gang of thieves is a terrible thing to be apart of. But it aint really, it's jus' a way of life fer tha street kids. And ta be honest, you couldn' find a better bunch o' kids than the foxes fer Harry to grow up with. There some o' the best fighters and pickpockets around but they still have a good understandin' of write an' wrong. You see, the leader o' the gang was a kid named Ethan. 'E's da one that took little Raven in when 'e was all alone I think. And he was a good boy if I ever saw one. Kind'a like you Remus. Any way, Ethan made sure that the kids in tha gang only stole when necessary and never started fights an stuff like that. 'E was a great kid, and Raven looked up to him like a big brother. There was also Maggie, she was about… twelve or so when Raven first came into the gang. And she was like a mother to 'im. You wouldn' believe how much he loved 'er. I gues she was the closest thing to a real family he ever had. And Maggie was a gentle girl. Full o' love she was. So you see, Harry got brought up by two of the most wonderful people around. Even though they were both only kids themselves at the time, you grow up fast on the streets and they were both more mature than any twelve an' thirteen year olds you could find hear, I guarantee you that."
Mundungus finished and they all seemed to be thinking threw what he said. Remus was the next to speak. "So… Harry did have a bit of positive influence in his life. But how does that make him mentally troubled?"
Mundungus looked down sadly and answered, "Well, that alone isn' what made him the way 'e is. A lot of other things come in ta play in the story o' Harry 'Raven' Potter. I guess I should star' at the beginnin'. An I don' know all of what happened to him, but I do hear a lot o' things from the other kids on the street, so ill jus' tell you wha' I know, okay. Now, Raven joined up with the foxes after he had only been on the streets a few weeks, which is good cuz the streets can eat you alive if you don' know how to take care o' your self. So after he joined the gang, the other kids taught 'im how ta steal an' fight an' stuff. There wasn't any more than ten or so kids in the gang an' they all got along well. I remember there were two kids, Jack an' Sarah, an' they were Raven's best friends. I tell ya, them three were inseparable, and they were a dangerous trio too if ya ever caused trouble with 'em. So you could say Harry had imself a nice little family. And I would come around from time ta time and give 'em some food and what not. Come ta think of it, I used ta do little magic tricks fer dem kids. Used ta have 'em all stumped, except fer Raven, he never bought it. But anyway, thing went pretty good for little Raven up until he was abou' eight or nine. Apparently, Maggie didn' come back one night and no one knew were to find her. So all the kids went out ta look for her the next day. And it was Harry who found her in the end. Now, you got ta know that Maggie meant the world to Raven. Everyone on the streets knew that if they touched Maggie, they'd have Raven to deal with. An eight year old doesn't seem too intimidatin' to you but believe me, you give Raven a knife and then try an' fight 'im, then you'd be lucky to escape with your life. In fact ever since Raven was about seven or so he had the reputation of being one o' the deadliest kids in London. But anyway, Harry could have called Maggie his mother, and she certainly considered him a son. So when Harry found her… it a, ah how do I say this, it might 'ave done a number on his sanity. Apparently, she had been raped and beaten and then left fer dead by some one. I wasn' in town at the time, but I hear it was one o' the most gruesome things you ever saw. Raven never was the same after that. But that wasn't the last tragedy he encountered. A few years latter, his friend Jack just disappeared. No one knows exactly what happened to him, but it sure broke Raven and Sarah's heart. And still that wasn' the end of his suffering. That same winter, Sarah got frost bite and died from poisoning before they could help her. Most say that was when Raven finally did go Mad. But others say it happened a few months latter. You see, all the foxes had had bad luck over the years and there were only four of them left by now. Jus' Ethan, Raven, and two other kids named Zack and Mel. Zack was a good kid, kind of quiet. But Mel was a different story. He was a little brat if you ask me. But anyway, the four o' them were spendin' the winter with another gang and one morning, they were attacked by a rival gang outside there shelter. I hear there was a great bloody battle, few survived. I know Zack was killed but what was truly terrible was that Mel, the little shit, stabbed Ethan in the back as soon as he saw he was on the loosin' side. Killed 'im too. I guess Mel didn' count on Raven to be watchin'. Seein' Mel stab Ethan must o' sent Raven over the edge. It probably didn' take much effoert, but I hear Raven cut open Mel's thought righ' there in the middle o' the battle. So now Raven had literally nothing left once again. I never saw him again but word on the streets is that he was livin' all alone somewere. Jus' mindin' his own business. The kids one amazing pickpocket so I'm sure he could take care o' 'im self. But he made a lot o' enemies on the streets. Wasn' uncomin' fer a kid ta try an' kill 'im if they ever got the chance. Mos'ly cocky punks who wanted to be known as the one who killed Raven, the fastest kid there is. But appearently he's still alive so he must 'av never lost to any one. Cuz when street kids fight, they're fightin' fer keeps."
By the time Mundungus was finished, the other three all wore expressions of sorrow. Surprisingly, it was Professor McGonagall who finally broke the silence. "So," she said, much more reserved than before, "You mean to tell us that Harry, or Raven, has had litterly nothing but suffering all his life. And on top of that, is a thieve, and a murderer."
"Well," Mundungus began, "I wouldn' call it murder, cuz you got ta understand, Harry never killed unless he had to. And yes he is quite da thief and has been threw more than jus' abou' anyone. But he wasn' always sufferin'! Believe it or not, I can remember a time when 'e was happy, with Maggie and Jack and Sarah."
At his statement, she broke down into tears and began to mutter something about Lily and James. Remus was just staring teary eyed out the window, not making a sound.
Albus looked very troubled but put a comforting hand on Minerva's shoulder and said to Mundungus, "Thank you Mundungus, you have been very helpful."
Mundungus nodded to the old man and rose from his seat as all the others had begun to do. Mundungus stopped after he had risen and turned to look at the headmaster. "Um, Professor, Sir. You ah… do ya think maybe I could see 'im? Ya know, jus' ta say 'ello. I aint seen 'im in so long. I kind'a would like ta see him an'… jus' make sure he's doin' okay", he asked.
Albus looked him in the eye and said to the disappointment of Professor McGonagall, "Of course Mundungus, I believe that Remus will be giving him private lesions latter, if its okay with Remus, perhaps you could see him before they begin."
Remus nodded to them saying it was okay and turned back to the window. Mundungus smiled widely and said "Thank you, It'll be great ta see the kid again."
Albus smiled at him and said, "Your welcome Mundungus, thank you for coming, you truly have been a great help."
Mundungus replied, "I'm happy ta help, especially where Raven's concerned. Well, I mus' be off now, I'll come back this afternoon Remus."
Remus nodded to him again and Mundungus disappeared into the fire.
"Well," Albus said with an unusual lack of twinkle, "That was very informative. I'm not sure what I was expecting but it certainly wasn't that."
"W-hat are we going to do?" Minerva sobbed.
Albus seemed deep in thought. The other two in the room had never seen him have to think this much about anything. He usually had a quick solution, or at least some cryptic advice on what to do immediately after the problem was stated. But now the man looked almost as lost as they did, and it made them feel helpless. After a couple minutes, he broke the tense silence and said in an emotionless voice, "I do believe it would be wise for us to not bring any of this up to him, not yet anyways. From what Mundungus told us, it seams that he is not a boy who would deliberately hurt anyone. So that at least is good. But I still feel it would be wise to keep a close eye on him, at least till we are sure he is safe. Remus, if you think you can, try and talk to him, let him know that we can get him a psychiatrist, or any other kind of help he may need."
END OF CHAPTER
(A/N) Hello, hope you enjoyed that. I have my finals all this week so I should hopefully update again in about a week or so. I will be updating more often over the summer than I have been so maybe ill have Vol. I finished by about July or August. I also wanted to add that if any of you have read any good street Harry stories, or H/Hr stories, let me know so I can check them out. I have my replies to some of the reviews posted below.
Nathalia Potter: Thanks for telling me, I will be fixing that soon
Raven Potter Weasley: Good advice
Stan: You make an interesting point, but Harry is special and very strong mentally.
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