'Harry, east something, please anything,' Charlie was begging his boyfriend.
On the table between the all too skinny raven haired man with the bags under his eyes and the worried red head was a large steak pie. Harry had hardly touched his moving the food around the table morosely. He didn't eat more than a morsel of food a day.
'I'm not hungry,' the young man murmured.
'Harry,' sighed Charlie, 'we need to talk about the mis-'Charlie began.
Harry suddenly jumped up tears in his eyes looking more animated than he had in weeks.
'Don't say it! Don't say it!' the distraught, tear struck man cried. 'It will make it real,' he whispered before running into their room.
Charlie left the table coming in to find Harry, head buried on the soft white pillow sobbing. Charlie sat gently on the bed beside Harry where the ex-Dragon Handler stroked the raven haired man's hair.
'Harry,' Charlie said softly. 'We really are going to talk about what it happened. Because it did happen nothing can erase it.'
'But it was my fault,' murmured Harry. 'If I hadn't been standing so close to Ron, if I had told Ron in away that made him less angry, he was my best friend.'
'And my brother,' added Charlie. 'Listen to me Harry James Potter it was not your fault! The only one who was at fault is my brother and I'll show you by taking Ron to court.'
Harry looked at Charlie.
'I couldn't ask you to do that; he's your brother,' Harry said.
'You're not asking,' Charlie retorted. 'I'm doing! I've been thinking about this for a while,' he admitted. 'And that was my child, too, and you're the man I love.'
'But your family,' Harry said.
'We'll deal with that when we come,' Charlie shrugged. 'But I'll tell you this you mean more to me than all of them put together!'
Harry slowly, hesitantly nodded.