*Alright, guys, I said I had a contest of what to write next in 'Ginny Hides' and the first person to review with a suggestion was Urgwaew, so Urgwaew, if you're reading, this is for you!*

This takes place in Harry's sixth year in April during Easter break

Bill's POV

"Charlie? Are you ready to leave yet?"Charlie and I were to going to surprise Harry, Ron and Hermione by showing up to Hogwarts, and taking them to an England vs Bulgaria Quidditch game. Charlie came down with a bottle of cream in his hand. I was about to ask what it was, when he showed me his hand and said, "Blisters from training dragons. No big deal. What are we waiting for? Let's go!" We Apparated right outside of Gryffindor's Common Room.

I asked Ron for the password last week, so I said, "Engorgemento," The Fat Lady let us in, and I waved to the trio. Ron came up to me and said, "Bill? Charlie? What are you doing here?"

"Get Harry and Hermione first,"

"Oi! Harry, Hermione come 'ere! Hermione came over looking excited, mostly because we never visit, but Harry sulked in the corner of the room, "Harry? Come here, you'll want to hear this," He slowly shuffled over, "Hmm?" I gasped when I saw him. He had large eye bags under both eyes, and I noticed a few cuts on each wrist. His glasses were broken, and his left arm was in a sling. He looked really dizzy, and had bumps and bruises all over him. His clothes were torn to bits, but his robes weren't any better. He had dirt in his hair, and looked like he hadn't showered in weeks. Harry looked as if he was underweight by about 40 pounds, which concerned me. I saw a deep gash in his right arm going from his elbow down to his wrist. The last thing I noticed was a knife in his pocket. I tapped Charlie, and pulled him aside, "Charlie?"

"Yeah?"

"Take Ron and Hermione without Harry and I,"

"What!? Are you mad!? You've been dying to see the match!"

"I know, I know, but Harry having trouble with something. His health is way more important to me. Record the game for me, will you?" Charlie looked reluctant, but I want on the verge of grabbing Harry and leaving without a word, "Please, do this for me. It might be the only way we can help Harry,"

"Fine. But I'm not explaining to Mum why you didn't go back home with us,"

"Already got that covered. I'll send her a letter,"

"Alright, good luck,"

"Thanks, I'll need it," Charlie left with Ron and Hermione, and Apparated us to Shell Cottage, where Fleur and I were staying. I set Harry on the couch, and went to talk with Fleur quickly, "Hey, Hon. Harry's having some trouble. Do you mind writing to my mum about what I'm doing and then going to Diagon Alley to refill our potion stock?"

"Not a problem, Bill. Good luck with Harry," She left the room, and I went to sit on the couch with Harry, "Harry? What's wrong?"

"Nothing," His voice was very quiet, "Nothing's wrong,"

"Somethings wrong. Tell me, please," He looked away and said one thing, "Sirius,"

"Oh, that's what this is about. You miss him,"

"You don't understand,"

"Well, if I don't understand, then why don't you explain it to me?"

"Fine," He looked to me, but didn't look me in the eye, "Do you know what I suffer with every summer?"

"Dursley's,"

"They were never family to me. For 11 years, I didn't know what family felt like until Hogwarts. Ron and Hermione were family, that was the only exciting thing during the summer. Their letters. When I found out who Sirius was, it made me feel loved, something I had never felt at the Dursley's. At Hogwarts, I got attention, at Privet Drive, I was ignored. Have you ever had someone pass away?"

"Yeah, my best friend, Charlie. He died in an explosion,"

"What did that feel like?"

"I felt like a Dementor was near by. Felt like I'd never be happy again,"

"I killed Sirius,"

"No, you didn't,"

"Don't you understand!? He was the only legal and loving family I had, and now he's gone!"

"You know, I never told anyone this, but for a long time, I thought I killed my best friend,"

"How? He was killed by an explosion,"

"And Sirius was killed by Bellatrix, not you. Do you know what I'm saying?"

"Yeah,"

"I don't want you to accuse yourself any longer. Promise?"

"I can't promise that,"

"Ok, if you won't promise me that, will you tell me why you're banged up?"

"I don't want to talk about this with you. Sorry,"

"Would you like to talk with Charlie instead?"

"Please,"

"Alright, I give up. I will get him on two conditions,"

"Hmm?"

"I stay in the room and listen, and you come with us at the Burrow for summers. I know what Dumbledore said about Petunia and Lily, and that, but you can just go for a day a year, and it will count. You know this. Do you accept the deal?"

"Fine,"

"I'll be right back," I left the room, and Apparated to where the Quidditch match was taking place.

"Psst, Charlie, Charlie!"

"What?"

"You need to come with me,"

"Alright, give me a second. Ron, Hermione, Bill needs me. Most likely about Harry, I know you'll be fine on your own, but I want you to Floo back to your Common Room right after, OK?"

"Yeah, sure Charlie," Ron was into the game, so I kinda doubted that he heard my brother. Hermione nodded, so I knew that she wouldn't forget.

Charlie and I Apparated back to Shell Cottage, and I told Charlie why I brought him here, "I brought you here because I need to know how Harry is hurt, and he'd rather talk to you than me. I'm just gonna be in the corner listening, k?"

"No problem,"

I leaned against the wall in the corner and Charlie started to talk to Harry, "Harry, will you tell me what happened?"

"Draco,"

"What's he doing?"

"He keeps abusing me and reminding me of Sirius and how he died,"

"Tell me how to got all your injuries,"

"I can't sleep because I keep having flashbacks of when Sirius died. My arm is in a sling because of his fists. As well as my other bruises. He took a knife and cut my arm and wrists,"

"Why didn't you tell anyone?"

"I refused to let anyone know,"

"Well, I'm sorry Harry, but I need to tell Dumbledore,"

"What will happen then?"

"Draco will most likely be expelled,"

"Good,"

"Now, I know healing charms, so I'm gonna help you," Charlie used a handful of spells, and when he was finished, it looked as if Harry was never hurt, "Now, I want you to take a nice, long hot shower, Ok?"

"Thanks, Charlie,"

"Anything to help you,"

From that point on, Harry never let anybody abuse him again.