AN: Okay, I really sobbed as I wrote this chapter, and it took me forever to write. I laughed a few times through my tears at my typos (In one of my sentences I had put 'cake' instead of 'care', and I found it really funny for some reason), but other than that, I pretty much sobbed my way through. I also had miserable music on to help me write, so I'm gonna blame it on the music.

Songs sung:
Skin by Sixx A.M

Posture Always Perfect

"Where is Mr. Schue? Why isn't he here?"

That was the first question that was asked as Mercedes and Kurt entered the choir room, their heads low.

After a chat with Harry, they discovered he hadn't had a nice life.

His parents died when he was only a baby, leaving him with the single memory of his mum's screams as she was brutally murdered. He was sent to live with his aunt and uncle, one who abused him for years, the other protecting him as long as she could. Then a man came and took him to 'a great boarding school' where they trained him to kill other people who 'the light' deemed 'bad'.

The 17 year old had suffered more than anyone they knew, and honestly, they weren't certain he could be fixed, but Kurt and Mercedes would give it their best shot with the whole of glee club standing behind them, no matter what.

"And where've you been all day? I've been worried sick, I thought something had happened to one of you," Rachel cried, obviously unhappy with not being told. Finn comforted her by putting an arm around her shoulders, and she calmed a little, but there was still a fire in her eyes.

"Yesterday, Harry attempted suicide. He's awake in hospital, and Mr. Schue is with him, because his guardian didn't care enough to stay," Mercedes said, her anger shining through, "Although Mr. Schue told us to cancel Glee today, Kurt and I decided we'd do something for Harry, to show him that someone cares, even if he doesn't."

"We'd like you guys to do it with us, and that's why we're here. It's also something we could do for Sectionals this year if it's good enough," Kurt paused for a moment, and the moment he saw Rachel opening her mouth, he added, "And Rachel, no, you are not having a solo for this song."

She looked horrified, "I'm the best singer in this group; I should at least have a verse to myself to show how good we are!"

"Listen here, Rachel, you don't know a thing about Harry Potter! This is for him and him only, because it means something to us. And for your information, you are not the best singer in this group, Harry is, and this is performance is from me and Kurt, not you. You haven't got a clue what that little boy has been through and he needs someone to take care of him. This is not about winning, this performance we are planning is for Harry, and we can use it at Sectionals, having Harry as the soloist, not you."

Mercedes was practically in tears as she finished her mini-rant at Rachel, and Kurt shook his head, not believing Rachel would put herself first.

"Kurt, Harry will be okay, right?" Puck's voice drew everyone's attention, the way it was fused with guilt and shyness. Puck was never shy, yet he sounded it.

Kurt nodded, knowing Puck had developed a soft spot for the boy with the green eyes the moment they met, "Yeah, he'll be fine."

"Hold on, Sectionals are ages away, not 'til after summer, isn't it a bit early?" Finn said, his arm around Rachel.

"It's never too early," Mercedes said, sighing.

Puck sighed, looking down at his feet, and Finn asked them just to sing the song to give them a taste of what they were working with.

The two at the front nodded, and music filled the room, the gentle sound of the piano almost creepy.

Mercedes brushed back her hair, taking a deep breath before beginning the first verse, "Paint yourself a picture
Of what you wish you looked like
Maybe then they just might
Feel an ounce of your pain"

Her voice was wavering, but Kurt slipped his hand into hers to offer comfort as he began the second verse, tears welling in his eyes, "Come into focus
Step out of the shadows
It's a losing battle
There's no need to be ashamed"

Thinking of what Luna Lovegood said, the way he was made into a hero the moment he walked, well, crawled, away from a mass murdered alive with only a scar upon his forehead, their words were powered by the anger that followed her words, "'Cause they don't even know you
All they see is scars
They don't see the angel
Living in your heart

Let them find the real you
Buried deep within
Let them know with all you've got
That you are not your skin"

Swiping away a stray tear, thinking of what Harry had said about his gay uncle who married a woman for keep his parents happy, Mercedes started her next verse, her pain showing through, "When they start to judge you
Show them your true colors
And do unto others
As you'd have done to you"

Kurt swallowed the lump in his throat, not wanting to ruin the song due to loud sobs he just wouldn't be able to hold in any longer, "Just rise above this
Kill them with your kindness
Ignorance is blindness
They're the ones that stand to lose"

As the chorus kicked in again, Puck joined in, his voice deep and low in a comforting tone, his hand on his heart like the was trying to trap the pain he was feeling, because he knew.

He knew Harry was being abused the moment he saw Harry's black eye, and he ignored his gut instinct and kept his mouth shut. He knew Harry did it to himself, but he could have done more; maybe told someone, or confronted him about it face to face rather than drop tiny hints.

"'Cause they don't even know you
All they see is scars
They don't see the angel
Living in your heart

So, let them find the real you
Buried deep within
Let them know with all you've got
That you are not
You are not your skin"

As they repeated the chorus one last time, the rest joined in, Rachel still sniffling from being turned away, but she joined in, not wanting to be excluded completely.

Most of them had suspected something had been up with Harry, due to the way he held himself, his back straight, his posture always perfect.

Rachel had just thought he had been taught to hold himself that was as a child so now, no matter what, he always held himself straight, which was a good thing.

A phrase drifted across Puck's mind, and with his eyes downcast, he finally understood the true meaning.

The back is where the blows are given – and taken.

As they finished the song, Brittany stood from her chair and dashed out sobbing, her hands clutching her uniform. Santana made to follow her, but Kurt stopped her, sending Mercedes after her.

In the bathroom, Brittany's mind was screaming at her, the guilt eating at her. She had known what had happened to the cub all along and she didn't say anything, unsure if they'd think she was a nutter, like always.

Even Santana thought she was mad when she mentioned that Lord Tubbington was talking to her, even though he really was, and he was telling her what was going to happen, and she just needed someone to believe her for once.

"Brittany?" The soft voice of Mercedes came, and Brittany couldn't help but throw herself at the girl, sobbing into her clothes.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry that I didn't say anything! I knew! I knew and I didn't say because I thought they would judge me!" Her cries were slightly muffled, but they were still loud enough for Mercedes to hear, so the big girl just wrapped her arms around the petite blonde, who was still trying to explain herself, "He just wants his mummy and daddy and we can't bring them back, and he's still a cub that needs protection from the monsters, and all they've done is feed him to them instead!"

Horrified at Brittany's knowledge, Mercedes wondered whether psychics were real, because no one had told Brittany this stuff… wait, did she say cub?

"Brittany, did you say cub?" Her shocked words made the blonde pull away, her hands pulling at her hair.

"I don't know! He's a cub or a fawn or a pup!" The girl was a mess, and Mercedes wasn't sure what to do, but somehow, Luna Lovegood came to the rescue. How, Mercedes didn't know, but the girl seemed to be a bit like Brittany, and maybe that could be a comfort.

"He's all three," Luna whispered, drawing the Cheerio in, "He's his mummy's cub, his daddy's fawn and Moony and Padfoot's pup. I know it's a little confusing, but I'll make the wrackspurts go away, and your head will clear, okay."

"Okay," Brittany said, and Luna gestured for Mercedes to leave, and she exited the bathroom, finding the whole of Glee club waiting.

"What's wrong with Brittany? Is she okay?" Santana's worried voice came and Mercedes turned to her, anger boiling.

"She wouldn't have been sobbing her heart out in there if everyone took her seriously, and Harry may not be in hospital. She knew. How do I know that she isn't lying? Because somehow she knows of Harry's parent's deaths, and of what he is to his family. So don't give me that damn crap. Now, I am going back to the hospital, I'll see you Monday."

"Wait for me, I'm coming too." Luna said, coming out, "I have something to tell you."

The two walked away, and Luna began speaking the moment they were out of earshot.

"You are right; psychics are real, but there three types. There are ones that make predictions once in a blue moon and they can change the status of the world. The one I know is the entire reason for this mess; without her, Harry wouldn't have been made hero. Then there are ones like me, that are tied in with one particular person all their live and just know what's going to happen with them but can't say too much, and ones like Brittany who don't just know, they feel it, every day. They feel the pain a person is going through, they know what might happen, and they often rationalism their thoughts through talking animals or worse; teddy bears that apparently come to life."

Mercedes' eyes widened, and realized she needed to pay more attention to the reality of the world around her.

AN: How did I do? Thanks for reading, please review.