The boys had fallen asleep easily the night before. Madam Pomfrey didn't have the heart to move Harry back to his bed. So she left them alone. For once, Harry slept peacefully. No nightmares or visions from Voldemort. Yes, he could feel the man trying. It gave him a headache from the anger. However, he could sleep.

When he woke up, it was to Harvey rubbing his hand. The hand with the word 'I MUST NOT TELL LIES' etched into it. Harry could tell he was mad about someone giving him a new scar. Green eyes locked with Harvey's.

"Harvey, it's fi-"

"If you say it's fine, I'll silencio you in a heart beat."

"But-"

"No! Damn-it Harry, who did it?" The younger boy looked away from blue-green eyes.

"I demand to know why Mr. Potter is in bed with another boy!" A high pitch squeal echoed. Harry flinched, his hands tightening on Harvey's shirt.

"Now Dolores, there is no need to be yelling." Pomfrey snapped. "Mr. Shiloh is a friend of Mr. Potter's who was attacked last night." That shut the woman up.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Aunt Dolores." Harvey sneered. The toad in pink did a double take. "I guess that explains why Harry has words carved into his skin." The mediwitch gasped, running over to check Harry's new scar.

"Dolores Umbridge, what were you thinking? Bloodquils are illegal!" The woman screeched, looking Harry's hand over. Her eyes narrowed as her's came back with blood. "Drop the glamour."

"I'm fi-"

"Harry." Harvey growled, and the glamour dropped, only it was a full bodied glamour. "Harry..." He wasn't the only one to gasp in horror.

Harry looked down at his lap. A scar curved along the left side of his face, from eye brow to his chin. Another appeared on his shoulder, but disappeared under his shirt. His arms held a multitude of scarred over words, the biggest being freak and murderer and whore.

"Mr. Potter..." Pomfrey started.

"Please, just bandage my hand." The teen murmured. The witch did as asked as Dolores stared in horror.

"Will you stop staring at him, Aunt? He hates attention." The woman left shortly after.

"Mr. Potter, we need to talk." Harry shot the healer a glare.

"I'd rather not. Where is Aunt Claire?"

"She slept in a guest room last night. I shall have a house-elf retrieve her along with some breakfast." Harry slipped down to lay beside Harvey who chuckled. Harry stuck out his tongue and threw his arm around the older boy's waist.

"I haven't slept that good in years." He said softly causing his friend to smile sadly.

"I'm sorry I didn't try harder."

"I am too."

"You shouldn't be. You're the younger one. I'm supposed to be the one responsible."

"You, responsible? That would be the day!" Giggled Harry as the doors slammed open. Claire smiled at the boys as she hugged them. She didn't comment on the scars. However, someone else did.

"Mr. Potter, what happened to you?" Albus Dumbledore had been right behind Claire, who glared at the man.

"I did ask to stay." The man flinched, eyes dimming.

"Your relatives did that?" The man demanded. Harry glared harder.

"You said that I was exaggerating. That it couldn't be this bad. That it is the safest place on Earth. Let me ask you this, Albus Dumbledore," the man flinched once again, "even if I'm safe from Voldemort, who is going to protect me from my rapist?"

"Dear Merlin..." Claire whispered, pulling Harry closer. "Oh luv, I should have taken you no matter what!"

"I...I got help, I promise. He hasn't touched me since I turned eleven." The boy-who-lived tried to assure the woman he saw as a mother. "Last summer, I went to a mind healer that Neville Longbottom recommended."

"You shouldn't have to see a mind healer, Harry." The woman grounded out, "when did it progress?"

"When I was about...nine? He tried to do it again when I got home after third year, but I threatened him with my godfather."

"And why aren't you living with him?"

"Because he's Sirius Black."

"S...Siri?" The woman closed her eyes as if to fight back tears. "Oh Harry, I should have told you everything!"

"No. If I had found out before hand about this world, I would have been killed by Vernon." Harry took a deep breath before letting it out in a sigh. "Can we stop talking about it?"

"Very well." Dumbledore sighed, before pulling the Sorting Hat from nowhere. "Your mother enrolled you last night, Mr. Shiloh."

"I thought sortings took place in the Great Hall only."

"Not every time, Mr. Potter."

"Only if you resort Harry."

"Only the-"

"I agree." The Hat muttered, glaring (or so Harry could imagine) at the young Gryffindor. Second's later, the hat on on his head. I do not know if I should place you in Slytherin or Ravenclaw.

Ravenclaw works for me. If I went to Slytherin, I'd be dead before the night ends.

Very well, best be~"RAVENCLAW!" The second it was placed on Harvey's head, it shouted out the same house.

"Your things will be moved there by the time you get ready to go to bed. Be thankful that it is only breakfast time." The headmaster sighed. "Claire, a word in my office?"

"Of course." The minute they left, the teens turned puppy eyes onto Pomfrey, who rolled her eyes.

"Very well, scat!" Harry giggled as his friend transfigured their pajamas into a shirt, jeans, and Harry pulled on his shoes while Harvey took the pair Pomfrey handed over.

"Come on! I want you to meet my friends, Harvey!" Harry dragged the laughing teen down the hall, out of the castle, and to a secluded area near the lake. "Ron! Hermione!" The two looked up, faces pale, and dark circles under their eyes. "They made it! I want you to meet my first real friends, and my bestest friend, Harvard Shiloh."

"Bestest isn't a word, Harry." Chided Hermione as she hugged her friend. "When you ran out last night, Ron came to get me. We were so worried it was one of the Weasleys, or someone else that we cared about. I'm glad your friend is alright."

"Thank you, Mione...guys, I have some news other then that."

"Harvard is coming to school here?"

"Other then that." Harry pulled away, rubbing his neck. "Harvey demanded that I was resorted."

"WHAT!"

"You can do that?"

"Why would you want to be resorted?"

"I was resorted, yes but the Hat has to want to resort you, and I don't fit in with all the Gryffins, Ron. Surely you've noticed that." The red head nodded sadly. "Don't worry, I'm just bringing out my Raven."

"But your grades are horrid!" Hermione protested.

"Only because I down play my brain." They spoke for a few more minutes before moving onto his and Harvey's relationship.

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