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Chapter 3 – The Story

Oliver promised Harry to be back soon and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, before he turned around. Facing the medi-witch he said: "Could we go to a room were no one can overhear us? I will tell you everything I know there."

"The break room should do. It is only used at night when a nurse wants to sleep during a quiet phase. We also can place additional non-eavesdropping charms," answered the witch.

With this settled the two left the Harry's room and went to the break room.

The walk to the break room was spent in silence, each contemplating what the following conversation would reveal. While Oliver thought about what he wanted to say how, Poppy thought about what she could be possibly told, but nothing would prepare her for the knowledge she would soon gain.

When they arrived at their destination Oliver placed the strongest privacy charms he knew around them, before facing the medi-witch and saying: "Whatever I tell you can't be told anyone. Harry does not want anyone to know. It was already difficult enough for him to tell me around 6 years ago and I had to swear never to tell anybody and before you ask why I never told anyone else despite me swearing. He made me swear on my blood honour!"

Upon hearing this Poppy couldn't keep a gasp in.

To swear upon blood honour meant to swear on the honour of your family. It was impossible to break. Not even when a break would lead to a better situation for the one the oath was done to. The fact alone that Oliver suggested that she would ask why he didn't tell anyone despite swearing… It could only mean that it would be something the man in front of her would have liked to change. But this oath made sure that someone bound by it is not able to speak about it with keeper of the oath knowing about it and allowing it. Suddenly she realised that Harry must have meant that she would have to swear as well.

Letting this piece of information and its implications sink in, Oliver waited a few minutes before continuing: "He first spoke to me about his home life after the first match the year he started at Hogwarts. And even than it took me weeks for him to truly open up, until he told me one night, but it all started the night of the day after said first Quidditch game. I was just released from the hospital wing and could not sleep. I decided to go to the Common Room, where I found Harry sitting in front of the fireplace staring into the fire… After that we met nearly every night until the final night when he finally opened up. I was prepared to hear something terrible, but I still wasn't prepared for what I heard. Nobody can be for that…"

Flashback

"The day I first flew was the first time in my whole life that I felt truly normal. I might have felt normal when my parents were still alive, but I don't remember that time so it does not count. My relatives think me a freak that is responsible for everything bad that happens. I am even blamed when I wasn't even anywhere near what happened. And here I am famous for something I do not remember… The only place I can be me is up in the air… I wish that I would never have to stop flying. I always feel free…"said Harry leaning into the embrace of Oliver Wood. It had taken quiet a few nights before he would do so, but he seemed to take the strength he needed out of this embrace. It still amazed Oliver how Harry could think about it as something sacred. From what he had heard before he knew that Harry's relatives did not like him much, but the little boy always held something back. As if it was something he would like to forget. He couldn't help but wonder about this and whether he would ever find out what it was.

After a little break Harry continued in his monologue: "Sometimes I wonder what the punishment for a mistake will be here. Everyone always looks at me as if they are waiting for me to do something wrong. The Dursley's taught me that attention isn't a good thing. They always find something to punish me for. Sometimes it is only between three days to a week in my Cupboard without food, but on other times…"

Oliver was shocked. He knew that Harry called a Cupboard his room, which was something he couldn't believe in itself, but starvation? It was down right cruel! He somehow didn't want to know what could be worse.

He felt how Harry turned and looked at him. He shuddered at the serious look in Harry's eyes and was even more surprised at what Harry said next, for he had it himself just this week in History of Magic and he would have never thought that his little friend would already know about it.

"You have to swear to never tell anybody of what I tell you next. And I mean never. You have to swear on your Blood Honour."

He was speechless. He wanted to know. He wanted to help Harry deal with it. He wanted to help him so that he would never have to go through it again. With the Blood Honour Oath he would never be able to tell anyone.

Suddenly a small voice in the back of his mind said: 'But you could help him in other ways. And if it is in sending food or other things he might need.'

Oliver took a deep breath before reciting the words he was told only a few days ago: "I swear on the name of my family, on the Honour of my ancestors that I shall never tell anybody what you are about to tell me."

The moment the last word left his lips he felt the magic of the oath take its course. The room seemed to glow for a moment and he felt a tingling sensation all over his body.

What followed was silence. After some time Harry turned around and, moving out of the embrace, sat up.

"Sometimes they would beat me. There were enough times when I would miss school for at least a week due to my injuries and when a teacher asked what happened they said that I got into a fight. And when it got really bad they would also… they would…" here Harry broke of. It was clearly difficult for him to continue.

Oliver stood up and kneeled in front of Harry. He was about to say something, when he saw a tear shining in the emerald eyes, but they refused to fall. Harry continued before Oliver could utter a single sound: "Sometimes he would also use a knife or whatever else would be close by. He also loved to use his belt as a whip. Once he even used the hot poker from the fireplace…"

Oliver felt a shiver run down his spin upon hearing the emotionless voice of Harry telling him what his relatives used to punish him. But somehow he doubted that this was the worst. His fears were proven right when Harry continued: "and than he would… he sometimes…"

And here the tears in Harry's eyes finally fell and his voice broke, when he continued: "He would rape me… He always says that I would be a good boy when he…"

Oliver couldn't hear more. His own tears were running over his cheeks and his mind was totally numb. How could anyone do that to an eleven year old boy? Or an even younger one? From what Harry told him he was punished this way as long as he could remember. So when did the man first rape his precious Harry?

He placed a finger on Harry's lips and stopped his rambling by making shooing noises and taking him in his arms. He would have never thought that Harry would react by starting to sob into his shoulders.

He was always so strong during the day and in all their previous conversations at night he never cried a single tear. The only thing he could do was to let him cry out all the tears and whisper some comforting things in Harry's ear.

End Flashback

To say that Poppy was shocked would have been an understatement. While many different injuries had been found on Harry and even traces of rape… None would have thought that it was done by his own family and even less would believe that it started even before he went to Hogwarts. Now she understood what Oliver meant with her asking why he never told anyone despite swearing.

Oliver watched her with sad eyes and said: "You know that you will have to swear on you Blood Honour as well? Or else I will have to oblivate you. Or who knows. Maybe the Oath bond will already do that.

Poppy nodded and swallowed the knot in her throat before saying the words that would most probably hunt her for the rest of her life: "I swear on the name of my family, on the Honour of my ancestors that I shall never tell anyone the content of what you just told me."

And like six years before the room started to glow and both Poppy Pomfrey and Oliver Wood felt their whole body tingling.

They were forever bound to tell no one about what happened to Harry Potter. The only chance they had at ever being allowed to speak about it would be if the Oath Keeper should decide on revealing the secret.

"I will look whether there are ways to prosecute someone without the public ever gaining knowledge. Maybe Harry will than think about it. I doubt that he would accept an open trial. Even a closed one will never be secure. Hopefully there is a way to bind a whole room into an oath not to speak about the trial. The room would have to be sealed completely from the outside. They have to pay for what they did. Especially since Harry most probably will have to return next year until he is 18. And I fear that while he is than allowed to do magic that he simply will forget about it when he is faced with his relatives again."

Oliver nodded. I always wanted to see Harry's relatives punished for what they did, but he simply did not have the recourses to find a way. Hopefully that would change with the medi-witch's help.

Chapter 4 – Getting Help

Oliver and Poppy were close to Harry's room when they were stopped by a young nurse. It seemed that the witch's expertise was needed on a patient whose situation had suddenly gone from bad to worse. Thus they said goodbye for now, promising to meet later to discuss how they would convince Harry to sue his relatives.

Meanwhile Harry looked once more around the room, relishing in he calming effect of his surroundings. After being so often in the hospital wing at Hogwarts it made him feel safe. He hated to stay in the hospital wing on normal occasions, but after every 'meeting' with Voldemort it evokes this feeling. It gave him a break of his 'normal' life. Nobody was able to stare at him all the time and he was free of all expectations. He also felt safe, because he knew that Poppy Pomfrey would not let anything happen to him and she could scare anyone out of the room.

Another reason was that he could be himself. Nobody was able to see his true self then. He did not want to think about the reaction of other people to the real Harry Potter. Not even Ron and Hermione did know him. They sometimes were able to see little pieces of him, but Oliver was the only one that truly knew him. The most knowledgeable after Oliver were Fred and George and all they knew was that he had terrible nightmares and the more harmless things. Only then came Ron and Hermione. Harry thought that it might be their childishness that kept him from opening up to them. It was either that or the fact that they were his age and could not relate. What did eleven year olds knew about things like that after all?

He briefly wondered how long Oliver would take to tell the witch about his secret, but quickly shoved this thought away again. Thinking about this would only lead to memories he had buried long ago to resurface, something that he most surely did not want.

It was bad enough that he knew that he would have to tell Oliver about his summer. Another bad thought. Now the memories of his time with the Dursleys this year came back. Something he had wanted to avoid.

With the memories came a cold feeling that started in his heart. He was scared to death. His mind suddenly supplied him with images of his uncle coming into the room telling him how he would be punished for running away.

He shivered and shook his head to get the image out of his head. Harry wished that Oliver would already be back so that he could protect him by taking him in his arms the way he used to when they went to school together. Too exhausted to stay awake any longer he fell asleep.
It did not take long for the first nightmare to appear though and he started to toss and turn. With every passing minute it got worse.

When Oliver finally arrived back at Harry's room he found the object of his 'discussion' with Poppy fast asleep. Unfortunately it was not as peaceful a slumber as he would have wished, for Harry was trashing around. Not much yet, but Oliver knew from experience that it would get worse fast.

Taking action to hopefully prevent it he went over and joined Harry in bed, carefully taking him in his arms and speaking nonsense into his ear.

Oliver hoped that Harry hadn't further injured himself and that his nightmares wouldn't come back full force. He remembered only to well how Harry had nearly nightly crawled into his bed, after he had managed to convince him that it was ok. That alone had taken over two months and it had taken until the end of Harry's second year before the nightmares had lessened to appearing once in a while and when Harry had one than you could be sure that the following night would be filled with nightmares again.

He had to smile when he remembered the discussion he had with Poppy in his last year. Harry was in the hospital after he fell of his broom during their first match of the season and Oliver knew that his lover had a nightmare the night before, therefore would have one this night as well. In the end he was allowed to stay and had crawled into bed with Harry. Poppy had found them cute enough to take a picture.

For a moment he wondered how Poppy would have reacted would she have known that they already had slept with each other the night before. Not that Oliver did remember much, he was after all having an erotic dream staring Harry and had only found out what happened when he woke the next morning and found himself still inside Harry. He could still remember how afraid he was that he had done to the person he loved what he wanted to protect him from. It had taken Harry at least half an hour to convince him that he had wanted it.

At the same time at the other end of the hospital Poppy firecalled her brother in law.

"Poppy, what can I do for you?" asked Theodore Pomfrey cheerful.

He and his brother, her husband Paul, were the pranksters of her time at Hogwarts and they had managed to keep their cheerfulness over the decades and most importantly through the last war.

This was the reason she did not want to swipe that smile out of his face, but she had to in order to find out whether a trial with special conditions was possible or not. Poppy hoped with all her might that there was some kind of trial that would get Harry to sue his relatives.

To show her brother law that this was a serious topic she did not reciprocate the cheerfulness of the greeting and said in a monotone voice, "I am afraid to tell you that this is a business call… I have a patient here who was severely abused, but does not want anybody to know of it. The less people know the better. He even went as far as invoking the blood honour oath. I hoped to maybe convince him to prosecute his abusers, but I fear that it will only be possible if as little people as possible get involved. Do you know of a trial of this kind? He is well known in the wizarding world and I fear that the press would do anything to find out what the trial is about."

Upon hearing the explanation the lawyer was shocked. Abuse did not occur very often in the wizarding world, but when it happened then it was very sever. Sadly he could not help with a definite answer. "I will have to look into my books whether there is a trial form that would include this kind of privacy you are speaking about. I will inform you immediately should I find something useful."

With this the fire turned back to its normal colour and Poppy Pomfrey returned to her tasks, she still had to do a few things.

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When Harry woke up he could not move. Someone had wrapped his arms around him, but instead of panicking like he normally would have done he felt secure. Why did he feel so content? Was he in heaven?

He did not have to wonder much longer however for his memory returned shortly and the only logical conclusion was that Oliver was holding him. A quick look behind him proved his theory and he snuggled closer to the body behind him. Everything would be alright now that Oliver was back again. He had already made him feel better all those years ago, when they had started sharing a bed and although he was not aware of it at the beginning he soon had realised that he could not live without his Oliver.

That was what had made him stay in bed with him in his third year, when he had felt the hard on his friend had back than. Previously this was the time he would go to one of the Weasley Twins, but that night he had decided to stay. That night was the point were he learned to get over the rapes he had to endure as a child. All that it took was creating some associations with the sexual aspect of life that were good instead of the painful ones he had before. He never once looked back and wished he hadn't done it. Although he doubted that anyone else would have approved. Despite the two other times they got this close said school year they only truly started on this form of love after his fourth year.

At the same time halfway across Britain found one Theodore Pomfrey looking through his book collection, hoping to find a trial that would fulfil the requests of his sister in law. Normally people could be talked into speaking about what happened and to sue the aggressors and despite the fact that abuse was so rare in the wizarding world the press did not write about it much. Thinking about it he wondered whether the whole topic was taboo in the society.

It also made him wonder who the person was his sister in law was speaking about. It had to be one of her students, one that lived in Surrey and most importantly someone who attracted the attention of the press. He did not know anyone that lived in Surrey, but quiet a few who attract the attention of the press.

He was close to giving up, when someone opened the door to his office loudly. Startled he let go of the book he was currently looking through and jumped up.

"Paul! Did you have to scare me to death? Couldn't you have knocked like every other sensible person on earth?" asked the lawyer once he realised that his brother stood in the now open door.

Smiling coyly the person in question answered, "I tried knocking already, but you apparently did not hear me. What is so interesting that you shut your hearing of? Not to mention forget about the time? You still remember that we wanted to meet an hour ago for our annual evening out?"

"Don't tell me that so much time went by?" asked Theodore shocked.

Getting interested in what his brother was looking for Paul asked, "What are you looking for anyway? Maybe I can help you."

"Your dear wife asked me to find a trial with certain conditions. She has a patient that was abused, but does not want anyone to know. She herself had to swear on her Blood Honour not to tell," was Theodore's answer.

Paul did not have to think for long before answering, "I will help you. We can't let abusers go around without getting punished for their crimes. And Poppy is sure that he or she can't be talked into a trial otherwise?"

"I'd say so. Take this one and look," responded Theodore and took his own book up again. Luck was on his side for when he went to straighten out the pages in the book that got knittered when it fell down he suddenly found what he was looking for, a trial that would give total privacy.

TBC…