Authors note- Thank you all for sticking with this story. I promise I am still working on it. Just had a bad week but still wanted to get a chapter posted. This chapter also took me a little longer since there were a few things that I had to completely rewrite. Hope you enjoy another long chapter. Leave me a review and let me know what you think. :)

Chapter 32

Sometimes You Just Need a Friend

Severus entered his sitting room and took his regular seat. He rubbed his face aggressively for a moment. This was going to be a difficult conversation. However, he knew he'd be having it more than once and was glad that the first person he would be talking to was Minerva. Minerva was his friend, which is why he'd called her over earlier in the day.

He heard Minerva close her book and set it on the coffee table. He could feel her eyes on him before he even looked up. When he looked up his eyes met her sad green ones. Her brow was furrowed and the lines around her eyes seemed deeper.

"How bad?" She whispered softly.

Severus considered everything he had read.

Before he spoke, he raised his wand and cast silencing spells. He did not want a repeat of earlier. Potter knew that he would be having this discussion, but he did not need it to be overheard. He would have to think about exactly how to proceed with that conversation. Perhaps Minerva would have some suggestions. With his own students he knew how to manage them. With Potter he consistently felt wrong footed and was not trying to make things worse. All signs were pointing at the boy being with him for the rest of the summer. He'd like to make improvements to their relationship if it was possible. He had no excuses for treating Potter poorly when they returned to school. If they could begin to mend fences now it would be for the best.

Severus sighed and ran his hands through his hair.

"It's bad." Severus said wearily.

Minerva nodded.

"I'm honestly not even sure where to start. There are so many things that are going to need addressing. I don't think I'm going to be able to handle this on my own. I can provide the potions and Poppy and I can work to heal some of the damage, but the boy is going to need more support than I can provide him. He really should see a mind healer, though I'm not sure how to go about that in this case. They all take an oath but were talking about the Boy-who-lived. Something will inevitably leak and I can't imagine what that would do to Potter." Severus said with frustration in his voice.

He looked to Minerva for suggestions.

She looked away from him in thought for a moment then turned back to meet his eye.

"Perhaps Remus will be able to help him. He has taken all the classes to be a healer and specifically a mind healer. They just would never let him get his qualification. I've been considering recommending him to Albus for a counselor at the school. I thought it might be good for Harry to have someone he can trust in the castle. I thought perhaps He and Sirius could co-teach the DADA position and they could each handle a second smaller post. We've never attempted to circumvent the DADA curse with having more than one teacher, but it might be possible." Minerva speculated.

Severus considered all of that. Having Black and Lupin both back at the school and on the staff with him sounded like hell on earth. However, that was a very selfish opinion. For the sake of the students, he was sure that Lupins expertise in both mind healing and defense would be beneficial. Black had been an Auror and though he couldn't think of another job for the man, He would be good in the defense post as well.

Both would be good for Potter, he thought. Although something about Potters recent reactions to Black weren't sitting right with him. He'd like to get to the bottom of that before he endorsed Minerva's plan.

"Possibly." Severus decided to answer non-committedly.

"I know you have issues with them both, but I think it is time to let the past go." Minerva suggested.

Severus nodded his head. They'd had a conversation about this not a month ago. He knew she was right. Since then, he had spent some time with Lupin, and it had not been entirely unbearable. Then Black had unexpectedly returned, and all of this had come out about Potter. Perhaps it truly was time to let go of his past.

Severus sighed again. He would work on it.

Minerva sat back on the couch and watched him for a moment.

"So, what can you tell me about Harry? What can we do to help him?" Minerva said moving back on topic.

Severus considered everything he had read again, trying to decide what he should share. Some things were obvious, others were more subtle but would still probably need to be talked over.

"Frankly, I'm not sure how the boy is even alive. If he'd been a muggle or squib, he likely wouldn't have survived his first year with those monsters. Let alone made it to Hogwarts." Severus said gravely.

"He's got several life threatening allergies and severe asthma. Both of which will need to be addressed before he can continue on the quidditch team, or be allowed to brew again.

He needs to have his eyes checked. I'm not sure how the boy can even see a foot in front of his face, and I doubt given all of the things I've just read that his glasses are the right prescription.

He has a notable hearing loss in one ear that I'm not sure how to address. I'll need to speak with Poppy and see if she knows anything that might help.

He's severely underweight and malnourished. He will need daily potions to rectify the damage, as well as ensuring he is eating regularly to put on the weight he needs.

He has none of his vaccinations and will need those updated, preferably before he returns to school.

I've also noticed a tremor in his right hand and suspect that it is from untreated Cruciatus damage. I will endeavor to treat that as well, though the boy may have permanent nerve damage.

I will need to brew several potions and salves for him to attempt to reverse some of the damage to his body. Some may need to be used long term.

The quill, that woman used to cut up his hand left traces of dark magic and will need treated. I'm unsure how long he will need to take purging potions to fully expel the magic." Severus recited.

He wracked his brain. That seemed to be about all that needed to be explained for now. Potter had been through a lot, but he believed those were the only things he needed to tell Minerva. He would have a specific list of potions and treatments for the boy before he returned in the fall.

Now though, he had a few questions for Minerva.

Minerva listened quietly. She looked gutted and honestly Severus felt about the same. He was ready for a long hot shower, a glass of whiskey and his bed.

"Is there anything I can do?" Minerva whispered a little tearfully.

Severus nodded.

"Yes, I have a few questions. A few things came up that took me by surprise. The whole document was horrifying but somethings didn't seem to add up." Severus said in thought.

Minerva nodded and sat forward. One of his favorite things about Minerva was she was a problem solver. It's what made her a formidable chess opponent. In life it was what kept the castle running. Albus was narrow-minded and while he could see several moves ahead, he often missed things in the periphery that Minerva was not blinded to.

"First, were you aware that Harry was bitten by a basilisk in his second year?" Severus asked.

Minerva looked shocked.

"Excuse me?" Minerva said with astonishment clear in her voice.

Severus nodded.

"According to Potter's medical records he was bitten and nearly died from a basilisk bite when he was twelve. I remember the meeting when we were informed that the petrification's had been caused by a basilisk. I remember Albus informing us that it was dead, but I don't remember him telling us Potter had been bitten. Nor am I aware of any way to survive such a bite. The records just say 'cured.' Which answers absolutely nothing." Severus explained animatedly.

Minerva raised her eyebrow and Severus realized he'd nearly been shouting by the end of his tirade.

"Sorry." Severus said contritely.

Minerva nodded.

"I was not aware. Albus seems to keep a lot hidden. I'm not sure if he is aware or not but I wouldn't be surprised. I would suggest asking Harry. He seems to be opening up to you a little." Minerva said.

Severus gave her a skeptical look.

Minerva just shrugged her shoulder and did not give further explanation.

"I suppose I will just have to ask the boy. He is a Gryffindor. Perhaps he will relish in the telling of his heroics." Severus said sarcastically.

Minerva gave him an unimpressed look.

"Well, I suppose that mystery will need to wait. Can you recall a injury that might have caused Potter major blood loss in his fourth year? I wracked my brain and couldn't think of anything. The tournament was a nightmare, but I don't remember Potter having any major wounds." Severus asked.

Minerva seemed to think for a moment but shook her head.

"Nothing that I can recall. Perhaps something his relatives did?" Minerva asked worriedly.

Severus nodded.

"It's possible. The blood loss was treated with potions though." Severus said with a half shrug.

"I wish I had answers for you but again I think you'll need to talk to Harry." Minerva answered.

Severus nodded.

He was getting quite the list of things he would need to talk with him about. Severus was not looking forward to that conversation.

"The last thing I would like to address is this." Severus said, handing Minerva the first page of the documents.

He'd been baffled by himself, and Minerva being listed as Emergency Magical Guardians. He was curious to know if she knew. He also wanted to know if she knew that Lupin and black were by, blood adoption, Potters parents.

Minerva placed her square framed reading glasses back on her face and took the page Severus was holding out.

He felt all right with sharing all the information on this page. Aside from his abilities this information would need to come to light. The ability's part was shocking but honestly, he thought only good could come from Minerva more fully understanding her student.

Severus watched her face. The level of shock and surprise kept increasing as it had for Severus. He could tell the woman had started to read the page over again and chuckled a little in his mind. He was thankful he wasn't the only one who had needed to read it twice. It was a lot to take in.

His mind drifted to the boy upstairs. Potter's diagnostic had taken significantly longer then they had expected. He'd been a shaky mess through a good portion of it, then his shields had come up. Potter had just laid there like a corpse for the rest of the testing. When Severus had told him to go rest the boy had only nodded. Severus was concerned but he knew how upsetting this process could be.

"How is this accurate?" Minerva said, breaking Severus from his thoughts.

"Sirius and Remus adopted Harry? When?" Minerva asked.

Severus shook his head.

"I'm unsure. The Potters listed another Godfather, so the adoption took place while they were still alive. I'm unsure of how or why they did this. I'm hoping Black and Lupin will have some answers." Severus answered.

"Harry is there son. They clearly don't know. With all that Sirius said to Albus, this would have put an end to that fight. They need to know." Minerva said worriedly.

Severus nodded. He agreed. It didn't seem like they knew. But again, how would that be possible? Blood adoption required blood. How had Lily and James got there blood if they weren't aware?

"I wish I would have known that I had any kind of guardianship of Harry. I wouldn't have let Albus leave him with those muggles. I tried to warn him that night. I'd been watching the house all day. I told him not to leave him there. If I'd known, I would have just taken Harry home." Minerva sighed.

"I understand. I can't say at the time I would have been in any condition to take on the boy. However, given all we have learned I wish I had also known. Potter did not need to live the life that he has. Did Albus do know investigating before he dumped the boy?" Severus asked.

"Things were so crazy that night. I've no idea what he did. I know he got guardianship transferred to himself. There wasn't much resistance. We are talking about Albus Dumbledore, leader of the light and Harry Potter, the boy the world had just learned defeated you-know-who. They all thought Albus knew what he was doing. Part of me agreed with Albus. He wanted the boy to have a normal life out of the spotlight. I...I wasn't aware until Harry arrived at Hogwarts that he'd been completely cut off from the wizarding world. There were ways that he could have had both. A normal life and a wizarding upbringing." Minerva ranted, her accent getting more prominent as she went.

Severus too felt his anger at the headmaster raise. There had been so many options for the boy, yet Albus had arguably chosen the worst.

Minerva huffed and stood. She began pacing a bit.

"I know it's too late to fix the damage that has been done but there's got to be something we can do." Minerva growled.

Severus sat back in his seat. There wasn't much they could do.

"I think all we can do is support him. Be available, make sure his needs are met and that he is taken care of now." Severus sighed.

Minerva nodded and had a determined look on her face.

"What's this about Harry being an Animagus?" Minerva asked.

Severus raised an eyebrow. Hadn't Albus said he would inform the order of their finding when he and Lupin had returned from Grimmauld.

Severus groaned and rubbed at his temples.

"Lupin and Black" Severus spat.

Minerva raised an eyebrow.

"When it was discovered that the boy was missing, Lupin and I checked Grimmauld. I found Potters little potions experiment while I was there. According to Lupin, he and Black aided the boy in this. Apparently to, in their words 'give him tools in the upcoming war'." Severus explained.

"We informed Albus of that and his apparent Metamorphmagus abilities when we returned. Since both could be used to hide his location, Albus said he would inform the Order…He clearly did not." Severus drawled.

"That man! I swear, He doesn't think anything through." Minerva growled.

Severus nodded his agreement.

"What is his form?" Minerva asked curiously.

Severus rolled his eyes. He knew this would be a sticking point with the old tabby.

"I'm unaware. I expressly forbid him from transforming while he was here." Severus said firmly.

Minerva huffed again and sat down.

"Severus, an Animagus form can be extremely helpful in stressful situations. Harry might find comfort in being able to transform." Minerva explained.

Severus considered that for a moment. He was really not interested in having an animal in his house. He didn't even own an owl.

He rubbed his forehead. He was getting a headache. He needed an early night tonight.

"I will consider it." Severus conceded.

Minerva nodded.

"What is this about Potter's magic level? That can't be possible." Minerva said in confusion.

Severus sighed.

"I'm planning to have Poppy repeat the test." Severus said.

"Harry's list of abilities is… extensive. I was unaware that he was a metamorphmagus. I've never seen him shift. Is he living in his base form?" Minerva asked.

Severus considered that for a moment. He'd never even considered that the boy he saw might not actually be what the boy looked like. He knew Potter had used his ability to create 'Max'.

"I'm not sure. He looks so like James. I just assumed it was his base form. Although knowing that he has two more blood related parents…I have no idea. For all I know he looks like Lupin in base form." Severus growled.

"I doubt it. The birth parents would still make up the majority of his genetics. Though I doubt he looks as much like James as we always see him." Minerva said softly.

Severus considered that for a moment. What if the boy looked more like Lily? Would that make it easier to help him? Or would it make it infinitely more difficult?

Severus closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair. God how he missed Lily. His biggest regret had been letting that word past his lips. He knew they'd already been drifting apart. Lucius was already dragging him into the Dark Arts. He'd been so angry back then. He'd only wanted a place to belong. To get away from his drunk asshole of a father.

Lily had been his everything for years. She was his best friend. They'd been thick as thieves growing up. He'd gotten completely pissed the day he found out that she had agreed to go out with Potter. She had deserved better then the prat. He'd thought it was because he had wanted her to choose him. Though later in life he'd realized it wasn't romantic feelings he'd felt for her. He could have excepted her with another man. Just not Potter. The arrogant bully who had made both of there early years at Hogwarts difficult.

Lily had been like the other part of his soul. Without her his life felt empty.

Severus sighed.

"Are you all right?" Minerva asked softly.

Severus opened his eyes and nodded.

Today needed to end.

"I'm fine." Severus grumbled.

"Do you have any suggestions about how I should approach all of this with Potter?" Severus asked.

Minerva thought for a moment before she spoke.

"I think being direct will be your best bet. Potter doesn't like to have things hidden from him. I imagine having our entire world hidden from him for most of his life has left him feeling like the rug can be pulled out from under him at any point. Be calm, be patient, but be direct." Minerva advised.

Severus nodded.

"You may also try and engage the boy in other ways. Try and make him comfortable here. I know you said the boy is on restriction, but perhaps consider allowing him some freedom after the weekend. I don't think Harry has been allowed much of a childhood. Perhaps allowing that will help him heal." Minerva said.

Severus considered that. He'd allow the boy to return to town on Monday if he wished. From everything he'd heard from Mary, Harry had been happy in Cokeworth.

Severus nodded.

" I believe I will wait to address the guardian issue until I can speak with Lupin and Black. No doubt Potter will have questions and I have no answers for him right now.

Minerva nodded.

"I think that would be for the best."

Minerva sighed.

"I'm going to take my leave. Today has been far too long. Please feel free to contact me at any time for anything." Minerva said standing and brushing her robes down.

Severus stood.

"Thank you for being here today, Minerva. I think I needed it. Potter certainly did." Severus said softly.

Minerva nodded.

"You might consider calling him Harry. I know that might be difficult, but if you wish to get to know him you might start by distancing your own thoughts on him from his father." Minerva recommended.

With that she tossed in a pinch of floo powder and disappeared back to Hogwarts.

Severus rolled his shoulders back and glanced at the clock. It was nearly dinner time. He should make something and collect Potter. Perhaps they could speak after.

Harry lay flat on his bed staring at the slightly cracked ceiling. His mind was a firestorm behind the strongest wall he could put up.

The exam was humiliating. He had tried to tough it out without his wall but as the parchment grew longer and he saw snippets of what was being written down he just couldn't handle it anymore. Then McGonagall had run her hand gently over his hair and he'd nearly cried. He'd thrown up the walls and just tried to block everything out.

When he first got to the guest room he'd considered just shifting into Akela. To hell with Snape's rules. But despite what Snape thought, he didn't break rules just to break rules. And although he thought given all of this Snape was probably unlikely to hurt him, He just couldn't bring himself to defy the man so boldly.

He'd dug through his trunk and found his knife. It had rolled nearly to the bottom. When he'd held it, he'd considered all the pain he'd gone through in his life. All the things that were now laid bare for his potions master to read.

He'd set the knife on the bed and lay down beside it. He had just stayed like that since. He couldn't convince himself to open the knife. He'd been thankful earlier that he hadn't. He knew that the fleeting moments of relief would just leave him feeling worse when it was over. Yet, he couldn't convince himself to get up and put the knife back in his trunk. Or move on to anything else. He just felt paralyzed in this moment.

The exams had felt overwhelming. Snape hadn't said anything other than that he could take a break if he wanted, which he hadn't. He had wanted to just get it over with. Despite Snapes softer tone, Harry had felt terribly vulnerable just lying there while the adults loomed over him. He'd learned long ago not to leave himself exposed like that. Staying still in that position went against everything his body was telling him to do.

Harry sighed.

Harry sat bolt upright when there was a knock on the door.

"Harry, may I come in?" Snapes voice called through the door.

Harry felt his heart race. Why was his voice so soft? Why was he calling him Harry? Something slimy feeling swooped in his stomach, and he climbed off the bed and headed for the door.

He pulled it open and found the man standing on the other side.

"I'd like you to join me for dinner." Snape said.

He felt like his mind was working in slow motion. Finally, it clicked. The man had just read the diagnostic. He wanted to talk about it. The tone was probably pity.

Harry sighed and nodded. He didn't really want to discuss any of it but what option did he have. At least Snape couldn't really have a lower opinion of him. If he had to have this conversation with Sirius, he didn't think he could do it. He hated that he had disappointed Sirius.

Harry nodded and followed Snape downstairs.

The smell caught his attention. He'd assumed Snape had meant for him to come make dinner, but it smelt like Snape had already cooked.

Snape took his seat and Harry hesitated. Snape had made a point to come and get him for the meal, but he still felt unsure. He steadied his nerves and took his seat. McGonagall had obviously left as there were only two places set. Harry was thankful to find that he'd be across from Snape. He really didn't care for being in arms reach of the man.

Harry sat uncomfortably and waited. Snape gave him a strange look then went about serving himself. When Snape was done Harry cautiously took the serving spoon and dished up a little food. It was some kind of casserole. It smelt good.

They ate in awkward silence. Harry tried to force all the food he'd taken down, but he quickly realized that he'd overestimated. His stomach was protesting the second meal of the day. He'd not eaten so much in a day since he'd been at the Sundown.

He noticed that Snape kept glancing at him, and he tried his hardest to just keep his head down and finish his meal.

Harry set his fork down. He hoped he wouldn't be in trouble for not finishing his meal. Petunia always called him ungrateful when he didn't eat everything, she deigned to give him. However, he knew he'd be sick if he ate another bite. He might be sick with what he'd already eaten.

Harry glanced through his fringe and saw Snape had finished eating and was just staring at him.

Harry swallowed hard and looked back down at his plate.

"May I be done, Sir?" Harry asked softly.

"Yes." Snape said neutrally.

Harry nodded and stood, he scraped his plate and began clearing the table. He liked to do things that felt familiar. Although he hated cleaning, it brought him a sense of normality. He also was usually safe as long as he kept working. Usually.

He bustled around and got the leftovers put away and did the dishes. Then he cleaned the stove and the sink and the counters. He was constantly aware that Snape was watching him, and he wished the man would just talk if he was going to. He felt the anxiety battering the wall in his mind. He knew that if he let the wall down, he'd have a panic attack and he couldn't allow that. Cleaning was soothing some of the anxiety, but it wasn't fixing it.

When Harry couldn't find anything else to clear he stood at the sink and scrubbed at his hands. They were already raw from his washing earlier. His knuckles were dry and cracked and the hot water stung. He felt dirty and he just wanted the feeling off him.

"Potter." Snape called. The man sounded far away.

"Potter." Snape called again.

Harry felt the wall crumbling. He couldn't do this right now. His heart started to pound, and his breathing got short. He continued to focus on his hands. Focus on the water beating down on them and the little soap bubbles forming and popping.

"Harry." Snape called, as a gentle a hand landed on his shoulder.

Harry spun to face Snape. The man looked worried, but Harry didn't understand why. Maybe he could tell Harry was dying. He felt like he was dying. Shouldn't the man be happy to be rid of him.

Harry felt embarrassed as he felt hot tears spill down his face. He took a step away from the man. He didn't want him to be so close. Snape didn't follow him. He held up his open hands and started talking again. Harry couldn't make sense of any of it. He kept walking backwards until his back hit a wall. He slid down the wall and pulled his knees tight to his chest.

He buried his face in his knees and sobbed. He couldn't pull up the wall. Snape wouldn't let him turn into Akela and he was on restriction so he couldn't leave. All he could do now was shut down. In this moment he wished he was back in his cupboard. He had hated it. But it had been his little safe place. His uncle could pull him out, but no one ever came in.

Harry rocked himself gently. He never wanted to be locked up again. He didn't understand the sick comfort that he got from his childhood prison. He was broken and disgusting and he was sure he was dying. His body's reaction to that seemed to be to freak out. His mind while alarmed was also a little resigned. It might be better to drop dead in Snapes kitchen then to keep living like this.

Severus stood in the middle of his kitchen watching Potter sob into his knees. The boy had been completely silent other than to ask if he could be done with his food. Severus had been watching him eat and had already noticed he seemed to be getting a bit green. The boy had hardly eaten anything, but he didn't want to push him. The prolonged starvation would make any sizable meal nearly impossible. He'd need to work with Poppy to come up with a plan.

The boy had obsessively scrubbed every surface and then seemed to just freeze up washing his hands. Severus had tried calling him but hadn't gotten any response. When he'd called again, he noticed that Potters whole body had started to shake. Concerned for the boy he'd approached and tried to get his attention again. The boy had spun away from him and splattered the front of his shirt in soapy water.

When he'd tried to tell Potter that everything was fine. He'd just started crying and backing away from him. He felt his heart sink. He didn't want to frighten him more, so he stayed rooted to the spot and tried to calm the boy. Reminding him where he was and that he was ok. He hadn't responded at all and now sat curled in the corner of the kitchen.

Severus had considered getting him a calming draught, but the diagnostic had shown he was allergic to one of the main ingredients. The wide array of ingredients that the boy had allergies to was alarming. They'd have to work around several of his allergies to get him healthy again.

He considered offering him a sip of draught of peace, but it could be rather jarring, and he wasn't sure how much would be appropriate to give Potter given his severe malnourishment. The boy weighed as much as a first year should. Severus didn't want to accidentally overdose him.

Potter needed someone he felt safe with, Severus finally conceded. He wouldn't be able to calm him. They may eventually reach a place where that could be an option, but they clearly weren't there now. Severus considered the list of floo addresses in his office. His gut reaction was to call Minerva back, but Potter didn't seem very comforted by her. Not in the way he needed. He could call Black and Lupin but all of Potters recent reactions to them had been strained. Not to mention Lupin was so close to the moon and Black had actually yelled at the boy last night.

He thought of the other two thirds of the golden trio, but didn't know how much they knew about the situation. He also didn't want three hysterical Gryffindor's in his house. Perhaps Molly would be better. Perhaps a motherly presence would help.

He scrapped that idea too. He didn't need Molly in his house. With a sigh he decided he'd go look at the list. Perhaps there would be an answer he wasn't seeing.

"It's going to be ok." Severus whispered towards the boy as he left the kitchen.

Severus pulled the parchment from his desk. He'd rolled his eyes when Albus had passed these out several weeks ago. He'd also managed to keep his floo address off the list. He wouldn't have Gryffindor's bothering him at all hours of the day. He also had no interest in contacting anyone in the Order. If he needed to converse with any of them, he'd contact Albus and work from there.

His eyes raked down the list. This would be easier if he knew the boy better. When his eyes reached the bottom of the list he groaned. The Weasley twins. Hadn't Lupin said they'd been the ones helping Potter? Severus considered the list again. Everyone else on the list definitely had drawbacks. Was he really about to let the twin terrors into his house?

With a sigh he made his way to the sitting room. Severus grabbed a pinch of floo powder and tossed it into the fireplace.

"Weasley Wizard Wheezes." he called, before sticking his head into the flames.

Fred sat at the small kitchen table. He and George had only been back to work for two days and he was already ready for another holiday. The shop was doing well but the business side of it was exhausting. He loved inventing and testing products. He even enjoyed the sales part, but he hoped they could hire someone to manage the accounting.

"How's it looking?" George said quietly, setting a mug of hot chocolate in front of him.

Fred looked up and feigned a faint.

George chuckled.

"Will get through the summer and get someone to help out. Maybe Angie wants a job." George said with a smirk.

Fred smiled back. He and Angelina had been dating for a while. She made him unbelievably happy. She was funny and kind. Wicked on a broom and in bed. He'd missed her this week. They had a date planned for tomorrow and he was looking forward to it.

He pulled his mind away from his musing and looked to his brother.

Fred hoped George would find someone who made him as happy as Angelina made him.

George had been incredibly stressed about Harry. They both had but George had always been a little closer to Harry. Fred suspected that he harbored a bit of a crush on the younger boy. Fred had tried to dissuade him from pursuing anything. Harry was a sweet kid, but he had a lot of troubles. Fred wanted something easy for George. A relationship that would make him happy, not constantly stressed, and worried. He would support his brother in whatever he chose though.

"We need to build up our stock more before August. The Alley might be quiet now, but when everyone is headed back to school we'll be swamped." Fred said taking note of the inventory they had.

George just hummed.

Fred looked up to find him just staring out the window of the flat.

"He's going to be ok. I know you're worried that he's upset with us, but it'll be ok. They'll take care of him. Bill was right we should have said something sooner." Fred said softly.

George had been in a mood all week. Things had taken a sharp uptick last night at the order meeting. Dumbledore was talking about trying to put the wards back up at Privet Drive. They'd both been upset but George had taken it almost personally. They'd discreetly given Snape a note as well as one from Ron and the one there parents had written. Bill hadn't told anyone else in the family what was going on, only that Harry was staying with Snape.

Bill had talked to them separately and let them know that he'd talked to Harry briefly. That Harry had been upset and then just hung up on him. Bill had also spoken with Sirius and Remus. Fred hoped that something was actually going to be done for Harry. He'd spent his whole life with adults who had failed him. Maybe now things would change.

George just hummed again.

Fred was about to suggest they take a walk in the alley to clear their heads before dinner when the floo flared to life.

"Weasley." A voice called from the sitting room.

George's head popped up.

"Was that Snape?" George asked quietly.

Fred nodded. He'd know that voice anywhere.

They both stood and walked to the floo.

"Good evening, Professor. What can we do for you?" Fred asked neutrally.

Snape could be prickly in the best of moods, and he sounded downright sour right now.

Snape cleared his throat.

"I wonder if the two of you might come through. I wish to speak with you." Snape said in the politest tone Fred had ever heard from the man.

Fred looked at George who looked more worried than he had a few moments ago.

George nodded.

"Yes, Professor. Will be right through. What's the address?" Fred answered.

"Spinner's end." Snape said shortly and disappeared.

Fred turned to his brother.

"Something's wrong with Harry." George said.

Fred considered.

"Maybe. I doubt it's serious if Snape is calling us." Fred tried to reassure.

George grabbed a bag he had by their couch, shrunk it, and shoved it in his pocket.

George nodded and they headed for the floo.

George stepped through the floo and was greeted with a rather boring room. He wasn't sure what he'd expected from Snapes house, but it wasn't normal and filled with books. He supposed he expected it to be dark and full of jars full of gross things like the man's office.

George took a step forward as he heard the floo flare behind him and Fred step out.

George noticed Snape was leaning in the doorway to the room. He nodded.

Snape had his arms crossed and looked stressed. Which was a strange expression to see on the man's face. George also noticed that he was wearing muggle clothing. Still all in black but it was still strange to see.

Snape cleared his throat and looked at them sternly.

"I was told that you two have been aware of Mr. Potters home situation for a while?" Snape half stated half asked.

They both nodded.

Snape nodded back.

George felt worse than he had earlier. He'd not intended for Harry's secrets to make their way back to Snape. Who's bright idea was that? The man had treated Harry like crap for years.

"Potter has had a rather stressful day and he…He's rather overwhelmed and I don't think I'm the best person to deal with the situation. I trust that you will not make the situation worse." Snape said with a slight glare.

George nodded.

"Very well. Potter is in the kitchen. It's that way. I'll be in the office. It's across the hall here." Snape said with vague motions of his hands.

The man disappeared and when they heard a snick of a door closing, they made their way into the hall.

"This is weird." Fred whispered.

George nodded. Though he was more focused on finding Harry.

He rounded into the kitchen and found an empty room. Then he saw the huddled ball in the corner. In a few long strides he was next to Harry. He fell to his knees next to the shaking mess that was Harry.

"Harry?" George called softly.

There was no response.

George reached out and touched Harry's shoulder. He could feel the muscles twitch, but Harry didn't pull away.

"Hey, it's going to be ok." George said softly, rubbing Harry's shoulder.

Harry finally pulled his head up and looked at them. The sight broke George's heart. Harry's face was all blotchy and his eyes were red. He had scratches on one side of his face.

"What are you guys doing here?" Harry said in confusion. Although George didn't miss the hint of anger in his tone.

"Snape called us." George replied.

Harry shook his head and looked away from them.

"I know your mad." George choaked out.

"I'm sorry." George whispered.

Harry just shrugged.

"Doesn't matter now." Harry said flatly.

Harry's words felt like a knife to the chest. He loved Harry. He didn't want to lose him. Fred kept implying some deeper meaning to his feelings, but he wasn't in love with the boy. He didn't think. Perhaps a small crush. But nothing serious for sure.

He just cared about Harry. He hated the way he'd been treated. George wanted to be there for him.

"You're feelings do matter, Harry." Fred said sitting down on Harry's other side.

Harry set his head on his knees again.

"We care about you Harry. We were so worried when you ran away but we knew you were probably safer and happier then where you had been. We were afraid when Bill told us that you'd been found. We worried that they'd send you back. We told Bill because we wanted to keep you safe. We love you and we didn't want them to hurt you again." George said softly.

George watched as fresh tears fell down Harry's face.

Harry nodded.

"He was going to kill me. I…I didn't care. But then he went after Hedwig. I stunned him…." Harry muttered before a sob bubbled up.

George slid his arm over Harry's shoulders and pulled him into his chest. George could feel Harry's tears soaking into his shirt. The boy's whole body was shaking.

"I should have just let him finish me off. What's the point now…Nothing's ever going to change." Harry cried.

George wrapped his other arm around Harry and held him close. Fred had raised his hand and was now running his fingers through Harry's unruly mop.

"Please don't say that, Harry." George whispered. He could feel his own tears threatening to spill down his face.

They sat there in silence for a while and George was thankful that Harry just allowed them to comfort him. Harry was always hesitant to any touch, this reaction was surprising. Harry was still shaking and George wondered if part of it was fear. Harry didn't want to be touched but he wanted to be comforted and so he was forcing himself to stay.

"Harry, do you have a room here?" Fred asked.

Harry nodded. Then shook his head.

"It's not my room. It's the guest room." Harry said softly. He began to pull away and George released him. He never wanted to do something to make Harry uncomfortable.

"Can we go there? Snape's kitchen is lovely, but my ass has fallen asleep." Fred joked.

Harry blushed a little and nodded.

"Sure." Harry said standing.

George watched as Harry wrapped his arms around his middle. They were familiar with this pose. Harry did it a lot. It was what he did when he was unsure and was trying to sooth himself.

"Where is Snape?" Harry asked quietly.

"In the office." George answered.

Harry nodded.

George and Fred followed Harry out into the hall and then up the stairs. When they entered the room Harry had led them to, George took in the space. It was slightly bigger then the room the Dursleys had kept Harry in but not by much. And it was just as bare. The only thing that suggested that someone was staying there was Harry's trunk at the end of the bed.

Harry kicked off his shoes and sat at the head of the bed. George sat next to him, and Fred sat at the foot of the bed.

George pulled the bag from his pocket and enlarged it. He caught Harry's eyes following the motion.

"This is for you." George said, handing the bag to Harry.

They had put together another care package for Harry. They didn't know what he'd need at Snapes but there was a little of everything just in case.

Harry smiled as he looked into the bag.

"Thanks." Harry said softly looking at them both.

They nodded back. They would do anything they could to help Harry, and this was hardly anything.

George pulled a bottle from his jacket pocket and shook it in Harry's direction.

A small smile pulled at his lips. George felt his heart flip in joy. He loved Harry's smile. Then he berated himself for that thought. He didn't like Harry like that. He just needed to be his friend. Harry needed friends who could just be there without expectations. They could be that for him.

Harry held out his hand for the bottle. George smirked and twisted off the lid, taking a large gulp of the firewhiskey and then passing it to Harry.

Harry laughed softly and took the bottle.

After they'd all had a few sips, Fred broke the comfortable silence.

"Do you want to talk about what's been going on?"

Harry hesitated for a moment then nodded. He held out his hand and Fred passed him the bottle again.

Harry took a large gulp and made a face. He handed the bottle to George, who also took a steadying drink. He knew whatever Harry told them would be upsetting but he would be here for his friend.

Harry started with the day he'd gotten there first care package. It had been the night he ran away. He'd told them about everything that had happened over the past month though there seemed to be a few gaps. Neither of them pushed. Harry didn't have to tell them everything.

George was glad that Harry's story had some good in it. Sounded like he'd met some good people along the way. George wanted to tear Harry's uncle apart for hurting him again. He was relieved to hear that it sounded like everyone was reassuring Harry that he wouldn't go back. They had thrown their own names on that list as well. Telling Harry that they'd turn him into a dog and keep him in the shop as a pet if anyone started suggesting that he go back. Harry laughed and then looked a little guilty.

George wondered what Harry was hiding but he wouldn't push. He was so happy to hear Harry laugh again. Harry was curled into his side, and he felt warm and comfortable.

They'd convinced Harry to talk to Snape a little after they understood the situation. It sounded like Snape was actually trying to help. But Harry had a lot of fears and quirks, and if Snape didn't understand that he'd only be making things worse.

"Harry, would you like us to talk to Snape for you?" Fred offered.

Harry shrugged.

"Why don't you let us talk to him a little. You said he already knows just about everything. We can talk to him and maybe get him to start understanding a little. You still need to talk to him, but we can break the ice if you'd like." Fred said.

Harry hesitated for a moment then nodded.

"Okay…But he might get ssus..suspicious if you go down there drunk." Harry slurred.

George frowned. He hadn't meant to get Harry drunk. However, Harry did have a point, They should sober up if they were going to talk to Snape.

Fred dug around in his pocket and pulled out three of their own brand of sober-up potion. It was effective and didn't taste horrid.

Fred set them on the bed and stood.

"Harry, where's the loo?" Fred asked looking a little pale.

"End of the hall." Harry mumbled.

Fred left the room and George sighed. He knew they should talk to Snape and leave. It was getting late, and Harry was clearly exhausted. After everything he'd been through in the past few day's George was surprised, he wasn't already asleep.

Harry raised his head off of George's shoulder a little and looked at him.

"Thanks for being here." Harry said softly.

George felt his heart skip a beat as he looked into Harry's eyes. They were such a unique and beautiful green. He wanted to lean in and kiss him.

George bit his lip a little and looked away. It was hard to be this close to Harry. With a brave boldness only a drunk Gryffindor could feel, he turned and kissed Harry.

The kiss only lasted a second and then Harry was off the bed entirely.

"Sorry." Harry said pacing around the room.

George felt his cheeks flush a little and then he got off the bed and walked over to Harry.

"It's ok. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you." George said, taking Harry by the shoulders.

Harry looked up at him with fear in his eyes.

"I'm a freak George. I shouldn't touch anyone. I'm dirty." Harry said brokenly.

George sighed. They'd heard Harry call himself a freak before. They'd told him he was wrong, but he never believed them. Years of hearing it from his relatives had convinced Harry that was what he was.

"Harry you're not. I promise you're not." George said earnestly.

"Still, I…you shouldn't have done that. Thank you…I think, but…Just... I'm sorry." Harry mumbled. Harry wrapped his arms around his stomach.

George decided he would try and lighten the mood.

"Better than your first kiss? Heard you made a girl cry." George joked.

Harry glared at him. Then seemed to deflate.

"I shouldn't have done that either." Harry whispered softly.

"Why?" George asked cautiously.

Harry blushed deeply and shook his head.

"Okay. Just know you can always talk to me. You know I won't judge you." George said softly.

Harry nodded.

There was a slight pause as Harry seemed to collect himself.

Then he smirked a little.

"Can I tell you a secret?" Harry said with mischief in his eyes.

George nodded.

Harry glanced at the door and then back at George.

"I'm an Animagus. A dog. It's why I laughed when Fred was saying you'd make me the shop's pet." Harry whispered and then grinned.

George smiled.

"Can I see?" George asked excitedly.

It was rather impressive. He had never considered going through the process, it took far too long and in the end you might not like what you'd become.

Harry shook his head.

"Snape won't let me. I…I wish he would. It's how I slept most of the time I was on the run. I got used to it and it's become rather difficult to get real sleep." Harry said with a sigh.

"Do you want us to bring that up to Snape too?" George asked.

Harry shrugged.

"He seemed pretty angry that I'd done it at all. So might be better to leave it alone." Harry said.

George wondered where Fred had gotten off too. He'd been gone for a few minutes now.

"Can I tell you a secret?" George chanced.

Harry nodded.

"Of course." Harry said, looking him in the eye again.

"I've had a crush on you for a while." George said softly. Feeling his cheeks heat up.

Harry went bright red. He walked away from George and grabbed the bottle, taking another swig.

"You don't want to like me, George. I'm…. I'm not…" Harry said trailing off and running his hands through his hair.

"You're not any of the things people tell you, you are Harry. I know who you are. You'll always be my friend. And I will always care about you. You're right though I... I think I'm finally starting to see my feelings for what they are. I care deeply for you, and I think I've allowed that to mix with a little of my own loneliness. I want someone and my brain has attached those feelings to you because of how much I care about you." George said realizing it was the truth. He did care deeply about Harry, but he couldn't imagine dating him or having a life with him that way.

Harry grinned a little and nodded.

"See. I'm a freak. Even the people closest to me don't know what to do with me." Harry joked with a slur in his words.

George felt bad that Harry felt that way.

He stepped up and pulled Harry to him again. Harry gave him a sad little smile.

"I'd like to kiss you again. To prove to you that you're not a freak. That your touch isn't somehow dirty." George said softly.

Harry furrowed his eyebrows.

Then a look of determination entered his eyes and he nodded.

George lowered his head and turned slightly. He pressed his lips to Harry's.

He moved his lips a little in a gentle kiss. Then he pulled away and smiled at Harry.

Harry's cheeks were a little flushed.

"Not bad, dirty, or freakish. Just a sweet kiss from a wonderful person." George whispered.

"Thanks." Harry whispered, blushing softly.

George smiled at him.

"Friends?" George asked.

Harry smiled a little and nodded.

They made their way back to the bed and took their previous seats.

Fred joined them a moment later looking a little green.

"Should have taken that potion a little sooner." Fred said pulling one of the vials from the bed and downing it.

Harry laughed.

George grabbed one of the bottles and drank it. He immediately felt clear-minded and guilty. Harry had already had a rough day and George had put his own emotional struggle on Harry. Then he'd gone and kissed him.

He hoped Harry wouldn't be upset about it after he took the potion. They'd told Snape they wouldn't upset him more.

Harry reached for his potion and swallowed it down. George watched his face carefully. His cheeks got a bright red to them and then something strange happened. It was like all the life went out of his eyes.

George furrowed his brow at that. What had just happened?

"We should probably go. You still want us to talk to Snape?" Fred said.

Harry just shrugged.

George gave Fred a look.

"I'm going to head down. Meet you down there?" Fred asked.

George just nodded. He needed to make sure Harry was okay. He didn't seem okay.

Fred left and pulled the door closed behind him.

"Harry, are you all right?" George asked softly.

Harry nodded.

"Fine." Harry responded flatly.

"Harry, can you stop doing whatever it is you did after taking the potion. I'm worried about you." George said shakily.

Harry looked at him, and George saw the life come back and then tears quickly followed it.

"Hey, hey, What's wrong?" George asked, reaching out to Harry.

Harry flinched and George felt his heart sink. Harry hadn't flinched away like that from them in a long time.

"Harry your safe. Okay? I promise you're safe. Can you talk to me?" George asked worriedly.

Harry pulled his knees up against his chest and didn't speak.

George felt terrible. He felt like they had come full circle. Right back to where Harry had been hours ago when they had arrived.

"Here." George said pulling a calming draught from the bag he'd given Harry.

George was thankful when Harry took it.

"Sorry." Harry whispered, relaxing a little.

"It's okay. What happened?" George asked.

Harry shrugged.

"I just felt overwhelmed. I was okay. The alcohol was kind of helping me relax. I think having that calm swept away so quickly…just I don't know. I feel…upset I guess. By everything that's happened recently...And by what happened tonight." Harry mumbled.

George watched Harry carefully. He had a twisting feeling in his gut that he didn't care for. A suspicion started burning in the back of his mind. Something he'd never considered before. He bit his lip, thinking before he spoke. Harry was an intensely private person and he'd already shared a lot with them tonight. He couldn't leave Harry like this though. Even with the calming draught he seemed tense. They'd given them to Harry before and they always seemed to only partially work for him.

George swallowed hard and took a deep breath to steady his nerves.

"Harry." George said and waited for Harry to look at him.

"Did…Did me kissing you trigger you? Bring up some kind of bad memory?" George asked softly.

Harry blushed and looked away.

He didn't respond but he didn't need to. George felt like screaming. Could Harry not have any part of his life untainted by fucking horrible people? George wondered if it was Harry's uncle, or a teacher, or just some random person that had been allowed to get too close to Harry when his shitty relatives just weren't bothering to pay any attention.

George started thinking back on the time they had known Harry. He felt a weight crush him as he realized the signs had always been there.

He never showered in the locker room or even changed in there. Ron had complained about how early Harry always got up. That he was always showered and ready to go long before the rest of the dorm. George had always thought it was Harry hiding his scars. Though now that he thought about it, he knew that the glamor's hid everything.

Harry had been hiding his body because of something else that had happened.

George couldn't even continue his thoughts. He felt sick and angry and like nothing in this world could be right. Nothing had ever been right for Harry.

"I'm sorry Harry. I'm sorry that happened to you. And I'm sorry for kissing you. I really didn't mean to upset you." George said softly.

Harry shook his head and looked back at him.

"I…It was nice…I'm just broken George. I'm sorry. It was a nice kiss. Far better than my first." Harry said with a hollow chuckle.

"I'm sorry. You didn't do anything wrong. My brain is just broken. It just freaks out sometimes. I'm okay…. Well, I don't know. Maybe I'm not, but it's fine. I'll be fine." Harry said with a deep sigh.

George wished he could fix this situation. He thought back to Harry's confession earlier when he'd been telling his story of the last month. He'd gotten overwhelmed and had hurt himself again. He'd even apologized to them like he owed them an explanation. He didn't want Harry to hurt himself again.

"May I hold your hand." George asked softly.

Harry nodded.

George took Harry's hand and gently ran his thumb over the back of it.

"Harry you're not broken. Okay? It's everyone else that's broken. To treat someone the way you've been treated is sick. There's something wrong with them, not you. They're the ones that deserve to feel the guilt and the shame. You're just a kid. I know everything right now feels big and overwhelming. I know you're scared about everything Snape knows. You're worried about who will end up knowing. But know that none of that changes who you are Harry. You're strong, brave, and smart. You're amazing. You're not a freak, you're not dirty, and you're not broken. You'll get through all of this. Will all get through this war and then will just live our lives. You can come work with Fred and I at the shop if you want. Okay? You're not going back to those shitty people. You're not. I know it's hard but have a little faith in the adults. I know you don't want to. You've been let down and hurt so many times. But please let them try. Maybe these ones won't be so bad. Maybe things can get better." George said quietly.

They sat in silence for a moment.

Harry didn't look to sure, but he looked calmer.

"What if things don't get better?" Harry asked with tears in his voice.

George swallowed hard. If he didn't get ahold of himself, he'd start crying.

"Then we steal you away and you become the new canine mascot at Weasley Wizard Wheezes." George joked with a tight smile. He gave Harry's hand a gentle reassuring squeeze.

Harry smiled a little and nodded.

"Promise?" Harry asked, looking into his eyes, worry and stress etched into his face.

"Promise." George said firmly.

"Can…Can you not tell Fred about all this? I…I really don't want anyone to know…" Harry asked softly, biting his lip.

"Of course." George promised.

"Don't tell him about the kiss, all right? I'll never hear the end of it." George said.

Harry smiled and nodded.

"Alright. I should go. Snape has probably turned Fred into potions ingredients by now." George said with a smile.

Harry laughed softly and nodded.

"Yeah…I… think I need a shower and to get to bed. It's been an unbelievably long day." Harry sighed wearily.

George nodded.

"Harry if you ever need us, we're just a floo away. The floo address is just the name of the shop. It'll take you right into our flat. Okay?" George said firmly.

"Thanks." Harry replied.

"Okay. Be good. Take care of yourself. Try and let the adults help. If not run to us all right?" George said standing from the bed.

Harry nodded.

"Night Harry." George said.

"Night George." Harry replied softly.

Severus had locked himself away in the office after the twins had arrived. He'd never admit it out loud, but they were some of his favorite students. They were smart and creative when it came to potions. Although there business was foolish it was a sign of just how intelligent they really were. To have invented so many new things was amazing. If it wouldn't ruin his reputation, he'd love to talk with them about the things they had created.

They'd always been pranksters. However, unlike James and his friends, the Weasley children were not cruel. There pranks were evenly distributed across houses and were harmless. He'd never seen them single one person out for multiple pranks. Other then there own friends who seemed just as amused. And he'd never seen them do anything that had put anyone in harm's way. They'd been hell to teach but now that he wasn't there professor anymore, he was quite impressed with them.

He hoped they'd been successful with Potter. Severus felt completely over his head here. He wanted to help Potter, but he just didn't know enough about him to even have a starting point. He could brew potions and he could give him space but that might be all Severus could do for the boy right now.

He'd heard them all make their way upstairs not long after they had arrived. He didn't really care. Potter's room was likely more comfortable then the kitchen for having a private conversation. When an hour had become two and then three, he wondered if he should go and check on them. Surely Potter had settled by now. If he was still upset, he may need to give him a draught of peace, after all or call Poppy.

Then he'd heard a single set of footsteps walking to the end of the hall. He'd heard the toilet flush and some shuffling of feet upstairs. Then there had been a single set of footsteps down the stairs. They'd been too loud to be Potter, but he wasn't going to go out and confront one of the twins. If they left without talking to him that was all right as long as Potter had settled. Though he would prefer to speak to them. Possibly get some ideas how to move forward with Potter.

When he heard a second set of footsteps, he assumed the Weasley's were leaving. He had been surprised by a knock on the office door.

Severus waved his wand at the door and waved them in.

"I assume Potter has calmed down?" Severus asked.

They both nodded.

"We talked for a while. He started getting worked up again before we left, so I gave him a calming draught. I think he's just going to take a shower and go to bed." The one on the right said. Severus didn't care for the fact that he couldn't tell them apart. It didn't really seem like anyone could, even their own mother.

Severus pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Potter is allergic to one of the ingredients in calming draught." Severus said exacerbatedly.

The twins both got alarmed looks on their faces.

"What? Are you sure? He has had them before, and he was all right." The same twin asked.

Severus nodded.

"I assume Potter informed you about what happened today." Severus asked.

When they both nodded, he continued.

"His diagnostic showed he has several allergies. While I will not divulge any specifics of his diagnostic. I will tell you to be mindful of any potion you give him." Severus said, noticing anxious glances between the two.

"Did you give him anything else?" Severus asked.

Both Boys looked guilty. Severus sighed. They might be adults, but the look was of two students who'd just been caught.

"Spit it out." Severus said.

The other twin bit his lip before speaking.

"You can't get upset at Harry. He's had a hard enough day. We wouldn't say anything but…we don't want him to get sick." Twin two said.

Severus sighed. He wasn't trying to catch them at some adolescent wrongdoing he just didn't want Potter to silently go into anaphylaxis while they sat here and gabbed.

"We um…We gave him some Firewhiskey…and a sober-up. We also brought him a care package with some other potions in it." Twin two said.

Severus pinched his nose. He was somehow actually surprised that they had decided to just get Potter drunk. He really shouldn't be. These were teenagers after all.

"Which one are you?" Severus asked.

"Fred, sir." Twin two answered.

Severus nodded.

"I'm not going to scold you for bringing alcohol into my house or getting my underage ward surely far too drunk. I will, however, warn you not to do it again. Potter is… Potter is not an average teen and what you're doing could cause him real damage." Severus said firmly. Potter already had damage to several of his organs, he didn't need liquor making it worse.

The boy's looked appropriately chastised, then they nodded.

"Is there anything else?" Severus asked.

Twin one…George, seemed to be steadying himself. He looked near tears. Honestly, he'd had enough crying Gryffindors in his house today.

"We'd like to tell you a few things that we think might help you with Harry. Things that might make things go a little smoother." George said.

Severus conjured two chairs in front of his desk and waved the boys over.

When they were settled, he nodded for them to continue.

"Harry feels very…unsure living here. He told us how the first few days went and how the last few were. Harry likes clear cut rules. He needs to know exactly what is expected of him and what the punishment is. Otherwise, he just kind of…I don't know, defaults to what he knows. If you want him to do something, tell him. If there are consequences explain what they are. Just telling him that he's on restriction means something different to him then I'm going to guess you mean." George started.

Severus considered this.

"Harry is under the impression that restriction means that he won't be allowed to eat, for example. We tried to tell him that wasn't true. That just because his relatives starved him, that isn't normal. He didn't seem to be reassured. I assume you didn't mean to starve him all week?" Fred said with a bit of challenge in his tone.

Severus closed his eyes. No, he hadn't known the boy wasn't eating because he'd been in trouble and didn't think he was allowed food. He'd never take food away from a child. Certainly not one who didn't look like he'd ever had a full meal.

"No, it was not my intention. I understand and will be clearer with my expectations." Severus said.

The twins nodded.

"We got Harry's permission to bring that up with you. We often send him food in the summer. His relatives barely feed him." Fred responded.

Severus sighed.

"This may seem like a strange request, and we don't have Harry's permission to explain further but please stop closing his door." George said.

Severus furrowed his brow. He'd decided the latch was just faulty. Had Potter been leaving it open on purpose? For what reason? He'd let the matter drop for now. He'd ask the boy about it when they spoke.

"Alright. Is there anything else you can offer that might be of help." Severus asked.

He was exhausted. While he did want this information, he and Potter had both been up since two in the morning and it was now nearly ten. He was ready to turn in for the night.

"Try not to yell. I know you and Harry don't get along. Harry mentioned that you had offered a sort of olive branch to just have a peaceful summer. Harry deserves that too. He's a kid whose never been allowed to be a kid. Yelling really sets him on edge, if not pushes him right over. Harry expects a lot more to come with yelling then just getting scolded. We've had to calm him down at the Burrow before, when mums been upset at one of us kids. And that's not even yelling at him. It's just mum getting loud. So, when it's in his face and directed at him he's just going to shut down like he did tonight." George explained.

Severus considered that. He knew he needed to keep his temper. He'd understood Potter was afraid before he'd even known everything else. He would try and keep his volume down as well. Though that hadn't been the issue tonight.

"I understand. I'll do what I can, Although I didn't raise my voice this evening." Severus said.

George nodded.

"I know. Harry was just overwhelmed tonight. He thought you were dragging him down to talk about everything and he just wasn't ready. I'd give him a few days if you can. A lot has happened in the last month, and I think he just needs a break." George said looking down at his hands.

Severus nodded. They were probably right. Minerva had said something similar about allowing Potter some time.

"Very well. I appreciate you coming and talking to him. I hope that things will improve, and this will not be necessary again. Though I trust I can count on you should it be required." Severus said.

They both nodded.

"Very well. Have a pleasant evening." Severus said, dismissing them.

Severus lay in bed that night considering his day. His body and mind were exhausted, though he didn't feel as though he could relax enough to fall asleep. He thought about everything that had happened. Waking up to Potters screaming. Trying to comfort the boy in the middle of the night. Then learning that Charity was dead and the meeting with Albus and the staff. Talking to Minerva and doing the diagnostic. Severus felt his stomach roll at the memory of reading the parchment.

The boy had truly lived through hell.

Then he thought about Potter just falling apart after dinner. He was justified. It had been an overwhelming day and he'd not been clear with Potter about when they would talk. He'd considered talking with him after dinner though he'd changed his mind as they ate. Neither of them was prepared for that conversation.

He thought about what the twins had said. When he'd finished showering, he'd noticed Potters door open. He'd peaked inside to verify that he was in bed but had left the door open. It was strange. He thought Potter would want the privacy but clearly there were other things at play.

With a sigh Severus rolled over and began doing a meditation exercise to clear his mind. He needed sleep. He'd solve none of his current problems with his mind this tired.

With one last huff he slowly drifted to sleep.