WARNING: This adorable fic i've written contains slash, meaning there is an adorable red head getting it on with an adorable dark haired who are happily in love with each other even though they are BOYS. Yes, there, i've said it! two males doing the monkey-monkey and loving it all the while. .

This fic has fluff (i'm a romantic, so sue me.), but it also contains violence, abuse, foul language, & a few kinks. SO don't read if any of that gets under your skin

DISCLAIMER: HP characters not mine so don't sue me for borrowing them for my own naughty reasons. Not making money off this in any way. My only payment are in the reviews and that's enough for me.

SUMMARY: Harry's awake!!!

A/N: Sorry about the long hiatus but my computer wouldn't agree with me so no writing for this and several other fics... sorry about the llloooonnnngggg wait! . Oh, I know I promised a longer chapter but since i've been away so long I have to regroup my thoughts and try to decipher the chicken scratch I wrote a long while ago... another apology but here's a cookie. hands over a wacky design cookie jar Enjoy. .

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Recovery

In the private wing of Saint Mungo's, behind door Q837 was Remus, Sirius, and Ron sitting around a bed where Harry Potter hovered over. A medi-witch and medi-wizard stood at the side of the bed in-between a floating tray of bowls of muddy colored liquids and sponges.

"Are you sure you want to stay?" Sirius asked to Ron who had yet to remove his eyes away from his lover.

"Yes. I'm not leaving." Ron said firmly even though his throat constricted.

It had been over eight days and Harry's condition had gotten better but not by much. His bones were healed, while some had to be grown back, blood had to be given for several days straight along with nutrients to help alleviate the malnutrition and to put some meat on the bony frame. But the most serious physical scar were just that, scars.

The cuts and some burns would never be fully healed. One of the medi-wizards had said the cuts on the face were superficial and they healed almost instantly with a simple potion along with the ones on the hands, that is, except for the cut that went along both wrists.

"Harry wouldn't hold it against you if you turn your back." Remus murmured at the last minute as the two medi's carefully turned over the hovering body and quickly stripped him of the shirt.

Ron inhaled sharply and couldn't stop himself from turning his head away. Sirius placed a hand on the trembling boys shoulder for comfort.

An array of open skin along the back and shoulder were visible; there was one in particular that was rather gruesome. Along the spine, that days earlier was still open enough to show the bone. It was there that nerves were cut and if the magical properties of the potions hadn't repaired would render him fully paralyzed or certain parts un-functional.

The medi's soaked the sponge in the muddy colored liquids, rung them out, and dabbed at the wounds. The green discolor around the cuts disappeared while the burn marks turned white. As they finished with the sponging they each began to peel at the white on the burn marks, removing the dead skin. The process took the better part of an hour to also do other parts of the body.

2 weeks later...

Hermione sat in the plush love seat she had conjured. The medical book in her lap was interesting and she was so adsorbed in it she missed the movement of Harry's hand.

The curtain around herself and the bed was opened, startling Hermione. "Ron!" She scolded.

"Sorry." Ron spoke out of breath. He immediately went to the bed, grabbed his lovers hand as he stroked the side of his face. "Hey Harry. Come on love open your eyes."

"Ron?" Hermione set aside her book.

"He moved 'Mione." said Ron with much hope.

"But-"

"I placed a spell on him. When he moves or opens his eyes I'll know." Leaning forward, Ron placed a kiss on the lightning bolt scar. When they were at school, a kiss on the scar was all it took to wake the sleeping Gryffindor. "Come on love I need you to wake up."

"I'll go get the medi-witch." Hermione spoke wanting to give the two of them a moment to themselves.

A weak squeeze on his hand had Ron laughing and placing another kiss on the scar. "Now that we know you can move please open your eyes." With a laugh he continued. "I'll make it worth your wile."

A brief moment passed before a soft groan passed through Harry's chapped lips as his eye lids scrunched up together.

"Mr. Weasley I'm going to have to ask you to step aside." A medi-witch spoke as she rushed inside followed by two medi-wizards.

Relunctantly, Ron moved aside but he was adimant at standing close enough to watch yet not too close to give them any reasons for him to be completely dismissed. Watching as they muttered spells under their breath while one stood with a clipboard in his hand Ron didn't understand one word they were saying. Even though he didn't understand their code words and such he just knew that his Harry would be alright. His Harry would be just fine, all he needed to do was stick by that and hope for the best.

Harry smiled wearily across the room at his boyfriend. Ron was reading from a crumpled piece of paper while his wand hand moved in an intricit pattern. "You're going to be in so much trouble." Harry's voice broke occasionaly.

Giving one final flick of the wrist Ron sighed and turned so he smiled slyly at the man he loved. "They're just going to have to get over it. It's been a week and I have yet to have a moment alone with you." he made his way to the bed where he climbed up, careful not to fall over and harm Harry in anyway.

"You just wanted a cuddle." Harry chuckled as he stroked Ron's long locks as the red head settled his head on Harry's healing chest that had discolored patches of skin that were a shade lighter than the normal skin tone.

"Hush." Ron sighed, content. "I missed you so much."

"Not more than I missed you." Harry let the red hair tickle at his nose. "Is it all right if we don't discuss what happened?"

"I really want to know but I understand. We are going to talk about it though." Ron closed his eyes, blissfully ignorant of the fact that visitors were reading the attached note telling them to bugger off and banging on the door, much to the amusement of the passing witches and wizards who worked at Saint Mungo.

A/N: I'm still undecided whether I should have Harry paralyzed... although physical therapy (an extreme kind) can fix whatever's wrong in a short while. R&R if I should do this or not .... OR ..... any suggestions for future chapters are always welcomed.

Teaser: I'm thinking about some angst... I'm still undecided, but I think some angst and a flashback is needed ... how about some talk about what happened... next chapter should be a bit longer if i decide to go along this road. Wish me luck!