Harry walks in later than normal. Sure there had been a huge party, but it ended at midnight and Harry normally got back at around midnight. It is four in the morning. I wonder why I am up and I realize why. Harry is bleeding from everywhere.

He flops onto his belly on his bed, oblivious to his shirt being healed to his back. Harrys scabs tend to like to close rather quickly, with or without an obstacle. I hoped that Harry had passed out and cut open his shirt with some scissor to keep the blood from clotting to the shirt and making it stick even more to his abused skin.

Harry has been whipped. Someone needed to be told about this, but who would believe us. Six recently traumatized students who were forced to take some part in the TriWizard tournament were accusing a well known, well liked influential political mans son of consistently abusing and raping the 14 year old savior of the Wizarding world. Good luck with that.