"WHAT THE F…!"

Gwen and Martin exchanged a panicked glance and ran to the bathroom, followed closely enough by everyone else.

"Uriel, shut up, you're scaring hi,." said the calmer voice of Samael in the background.

"How am I supposed to calm down enough to shut up, Sam? Who is the BASTARD…?"

"What's going on?" exclaimed Gwen.

But one look at the bathroom was enough to see exactly what was going on. Harry had retreated into a corner with Samael chanting words of reassurance, large purple bruises in the form of hands marred his collar and the word freak had been carved into the skin of his chest.

"I want that guy dead," said Henry darkly.

Harry was shaking uncontrollably and tears were rolling down his face. Amy took a look and dropped her summer dress and her knickers on the floor before getting in the bath.

"Alright brother," she said authoritatively, "Hop in, now."

The tone seemed to make it or perhaps he was too used to order to refuse but he silently slipped in the bath across from her. Gwen had to thank the arrogance of the girl because she had a feeling that no amount of cajoling would have been able to draw the scared boy out of his corner.

"What are you doing Harry?" she asked the thirteen year old "Oh, we'll have to find something with you two, we can't call you both Harry it's quite confusing."

"We'll call him "hun", Gwen, everyone already is. And 'n sending the pictures to the lawyer, there is no way Harry is undressing if front of a professional let alone the court."

She smiled at him:

"Thanks."

He just shrugged and went back to playing snake.

Dinner was already being put on the table when he received an answer to his text "I'm gonna fucking eat that man alive." A small smile appeared on his lips "Go for it." He dialled, before slipping the phone into his pocket and going back into the bathroom.

Amy was silent with her ever omnipresent self- importance, while Rory and Eric babbled away, in the middle of a Gameboy pokemon battle. Hun looked wide eyed but he had an expression of joy that hurt Harrison a little. His fingers ghosted at the word whore burned in his own skin under the shirt before he shook himself:

"Time to eat you guys," at Harry's flinch he beamed a reassuring smile. "C'mon, you get the princess towel service."

Harry's eyes widened at the huge, thick towel and flashed the teenager a look of uncertainty.

"Come on, hun, he cajoled."

"Yeah," said Amy, "You're blocking the way."

Rory rolled his eyes at her:

"Shut up you minger."

Harrison had to refrain himself from bursting out laughing. He enveloped the small body into the warm towel and picked him up to go to the kitchen. Harry and Eric followed closely behind him, and Amy dropped herself on a chair a couple of minute afterward in a pink and sparkly sponge robe.

The meal that night was quite small, cheese toasties and salad, and it had to be interrupted when Harry went to vomit into the bathroom. After ten minutes of waiting it became obvious that he was hiding, whether out of shame or fear they didn't know, and the twins made it their jobs to go cajole and tickle and joke until he agreed to come back. The dark look in Uriel's eyes told them it had been fear. Martin had quickly heated tomato soup with pasta letters, and thankfully the boy's stomach kept that.

"Since you're small and you look like a girl, you can have the princess room", declared Amy after a little while.

He didn't seem to realise any more than her that it was insulting, though they had an inkling that he wouldn't be able to tell worse things to be insults and that wasn't amusing at all.

"Thanks," he said a bit timidly, and she smiled a haughty smile that had them keep a cooing noise in.

The girl was from a noble family and had been raise by a stern tutor to be the daughter of the lord but not once to be a child. When the man had died, the woman had become even more of a wretch, taking corporal punishments way too far as there was now no one to check on the girl's health or chastise her. She had always hated children and took it out on the girl she had to keep if she wanted to keep the wages with increasing violence. After a while, one of the servant went to the police despite her fear and Amy was put in Gwen's charge, as the woman was her closest relative.

The night was harsh for everybody. The sight of the marks of violence on the small boy and the obvious malnourishment haunted their sleep. Uriel and Samael, as for them were woken by sobs on the top floor. They lived in the tower as well, in what they called the guards room. They exchanged a look and went upstairs. Harry had somehow slipped beneath the bed with all the blankets and pillows. It would have been adorable if he hadn't still been sobbing from somewhere in there.

"Hey, Hun, it's okay, come out, we can help."

The boy just sobbed harder:

"Pl…please, I'm sorry I'm loud. Don't make me do the whore, please."

Samael could have sworn he had heard the sound of his brother snapping. Vernon Dursley was actually doomed.

"Of course not, hun. Come on, You need to get out of there."

The boy obeyed but Samael was pretty sure it was because he was too scared of the possible consequences.

"How about we watch some TV?" he proposed.

Harry looked at him, clearly lost. Yep, Dursley was lost. And he wouldn't be the one to complain. They watched Merlin until the morning, and Gwen smiled tenderly as she found her little hun, head in Uriel's lap, eyes still riveted on the TV with fascination, and a scary number of empty cups of chocolate and marshmallows on the floor.