The woman's nails clacking against her keyboard was the only sound in the waiting room, her brows drawn together and her dark blue eyes hard as she focused on her typing, the ginger haired woman looks at Jon and Tim before her eyes settle on Harry.

"Are you the one that needs to talk to the police, young man?" She asked in a gentle voice.

Harry's nods, staying quiet, his shoulders drawn up almost to his ears.

She nods and types something on the computer, "Can you tell me your name?" The woman asked.

"H-Harry Potter." Harry stuttered out, his grip on Jon's hand tightening so much Jon was afraid the boy might pop one of his fingers out of the socket.

The woman nods again, "Harry Potter," she sounds out as she types in into the document, "When's your birthday?"

Harry looks at the woman and looks at Jon, his eyes full of confusion before he looks back at the woman.

"I dont know." Harry mutters, his small voice full of shame, like it was his fault that he didn't know his own birthday.

The woman's typing pauses for a second before continuing, she turns her gaze to Jon, "Do you know his birthday?" she asked.

Jon nods, "Yes, it's the thirty-first of July." Jon says, and looks down at Harry, the small boy looking up at him with shock written on his face.

The woman types Harry's birthday into the computer, "Why do you suspect child abuse?" She asked

"Because my aunt who was raising him called me to take him in before seven thirty or else she'd leave him at the firehouse." Jon explained.

The ginger woman's blue eyes widened a bit before nodding and continuing to type, "So you are related to Mr.Potter?" The woman asked.

"Yes, he's my cousin."

The woman nods again and doesn't ask anymore questions, his typing fast. She hits send on the document and picks up the phone that's on the desk, she pushes a button and waits as it rings.

"Officer Scott, I have three people here who are wanting to file a case and I need three officers to take their statements." The woman said, her voice still light.

She hums a bit in agreement at whatever Officer Scott was saying.

"It's a child abuse case." She said.

A few more minutes of silence before she nods.

"Exactly, thank you Officer Scott." She says and hangs up the phone before turning her gaze on the trio in front of her.

"Officer Scott will be out in a moment to take you three to the back where three other Officers will separate you and take your statements." The woman says.

Harry starts hugging Jon's leg with his empty hand, he buries his face into Jon's slacks and shakes his head.

"I don't want you to leave." Harry whimpers, hears now soaking through the fabric of Jon's slacks.

Jon kneels down and moves Harry around so he can hug the boy properly.

"I'm not leaving you," Jon said, his arms tightening around the boy, "I'll just be in another room talking to another cop while you talk with one."

Harry just shakes his head that's now buried in Jon's shoulder.

Tim puts a comforting hand on Harry's head and runs his fingers through the messy curls.

"We won't leave you, I promise you that." Tim says gently.

Harry pulls his face off of Jon's shoulder to look at Tim, tears in his bright green eyes.

Harry sniffs wetly, "Pinky promise?" Harry asked, the tall man as he raised his small delicate hand out, his hand in a fist but with his pinky finger held out.

Tim's eyes widened a touch as Harry's words echoed words of someone who was no longer alive. Tim's eyes watered a bit and he held out his pinky and wrapped it around Harry's much smaller one.

"I pinky promise me and Jon won't leave you." Tim promises, his voice brittle and a ball in his throat, Tim makes a promise to himself he'll never let Harry believe that he'd ever leave him by himself.

Harry smiled, tears still in his eyes as he wrapped his pinky around Tim's, happy the older man promised. The sound of a door opening had the three turning their head to look and saw a tall man in a police uniform, his postur tense, his gray eyes hard as he looked at the trio.

"I'm officer Hamish Scott and I'm here to take you three into the back." The man said, his voice husky from what Jon recognizes as a smoker's voice since his own voice started getting husky when he smoked.

Jon and Tim stood up, Jon kept a hold on Harry's hand and Tim made sure to stay close beside the boy and let officer Scott lead them into the back. They passed by other cops, some were sitting at desks, some were talking and one looked a bit familiar to Jon but before he could do a double take he was led away from Tim and Harry. Jon turns his head as a female officer leads Harry to a room beside Tim's.

Officer Scott closes the door to the interrogation room and has Jon sit in a chair. Jon sits down on the chair, Jon looks at the officer and really looks at his appearance. Officer Scott has tan skin, his hair black and slick back making Jon think about how Elias styles his hair. Officer Scott sits in the chair across from Jon and in his hand is a clipboard that Jon didn't realize he's been holding.

Officer Scott clears his throat and flips through some of the papers before looking at Jon.

"How are you related to Mr. Potter?" He asked in his gruff voice.

"I'm his cousin, we share a great, great grandfather." Jon said as he crossed his arms to keep warm, the room was chilly and was making the tips of his fingers feel like they were freezing.

Officer Scott nodded as he wrote that down, "Do you know why Mr. Potter was put in Mrs. Dursley's custody?" Officer Scott asked.

Jon nods with a heavy heart, "Yes, his mother Lilly died of a gas explosion around Halloween," Jon said, his throat feeling like a ball was stuck in it, "I knew he was place in Petunia's custody but I didn't know she still hated her sister to such a degree."

Officer Scott nods again and writes on the paper on his clipboard, "When did you notice that Mr. Potter was being abused bad enough to take him from her?" The older man asked.

"I didn't," Jon said "Petunia wouldn't let me visit him, the only reason I found out about the abuse is because I was buying him some new clothes and I saw…" Jon's words trailing off as he remembers the dark bruises on Harry's stomach and the scars.

"You saw?"

Jon sucked in a shaky breath, "I saw a big bruise on his stomach like he was punched or kicked in the stomach," Jon said, his grip on his own arms tightening as he described Harry's wounds, "He has scars on his back and shoulders."

The hazel eyed officer's hand tightens around the pen he was writing with as he writes down what Jon was saying.

"Did you ever suspect Mr. Potter would be abused by Mrs. Dursley?"

"I honestly didn't think that Petunia would sink so low to take her anger out on her dead sister's son." Jon said honestly, he knew she probably still held bitterness but never thought she'd abuse the boy or would let her husband hurt her only nephew.

The Officer continues to write, "Why did Mrs. Dursley have such anger towards her sister?" The man asked.

Jon tells the officer the same story he told Tim, how Lilly got into a fancy school, how she got higher grades than Petunia and how Lilly married a young Lord. The officer nods as he writes and writes and writes.

The questions keep going, Jon can feel himself getting tired as the clock on the wall to the right of ticks loudly in the mostly empty room, Jon's hands now rubbing up and down his arms trying to warm himself up in the chilly room. Officer Scott is quiet now, he's reading what he wrote down making sure he wrote everything correctly. The older man sighs and rubs his eyes.

"Hate working abuse cases," The gray eyed man said tiredly as he shifted through the papers, "Kids shouldn't be hurt like that."

Jon nods, "Yeah… Harry is so small and I can't even imagine how anyone could raise a hand to the kid." Jon said quietly, he remembers looking in Harry's eyes, how the child had the look of someone that is forcing themselves not to hope because the last time they did it landed in heartbreak.

The officer stands from his seat.

"Thank you for answering my questions Mr. Sims." Officer Scott said, signaling for Jon to also stand.

Jon stands and follows the officer as he opens the door and walks out, Jon sees Tim sitting in a chair next to a closed door. Tim's leaned back, his eyes closed and his leg bouncing with nerves. Tim's eyes snapped open at the sound of Jon's footsteps coming closer to him.

Tim sits up looking at Jon with a worried expression, "You ok?" He asked as Jon sat in the chair next to the asian man.

Jon nods with a sigh, feeling more tired than he was when he got the dreaded phone call from his aunt Petunia.

"Yeah, just stressed from everything." Jon admitted, his voice defeated, the emotional rollercoaster of a day is getting to the long haired man.

Tim pats Jon's back gently with a face full of understanding, his eyes holding a bit of sympathy as he looks at how tired his boss looked. The tired look, the graying hair and the dark green sweater Jon was wearing makes him look older than he is so he probably looks ancient to Tim right now.

"I get it, boss man," Tim said as he pulled his hand away and leaned back in his chair again. "It's been a long day."

"Yeah," Jon sighs, he pulls out his phone and checks the time and sees how late it is, "Jesus, it's almost eleven." Jon said as he leaned back into his out chair.

Tim let out a small groan and stretched a bit, "No wonder I'm so tired, God damn." Tim said with a yawn.

The two men sit in the stiff seats next to the room that Harry was in, they watch the clock tick on by, Tim starts pacing and Jon gets a cup of water before they sit back down. When the clock hits twelve thirty the door of the room finally opens showing a brown haired female officer and a tired eight year old.

Harry looked tired and looked like he cried but as soon as his eyes saw Tim and Jon still there, his eyes brightened and a smile grew on his little face.

"You're still here!" Harry exclaimed, running up to Jon and giving him a hug as the older man stood up.

Tim let out a chuckle and patted the boy's messy dark hair, "Of course we're still here, I pinky promised." Tim said gently.

Harry looked up at Tim with a grin as he hugged Jon's legs tighter.

The female officer cleared her throat causing Jon and Tim to look at her, her brown eyes gentle but stern as she looked at Jon.

"From Mr. Potters statement we can confidently say that Mr and Mrs. Dursley will be brought in and booked," the officer said as she walks the trio to the door to the waiting room, "Mr. Sims, you are now the guardian of Mr. Potter and you can call anytime to check on how the case is progressing." She said as she opened the waiting room door.

Jon nods with a thankful look on his face, "Thank you officer." Jon said as he shook her hand.

"Just doing what's right," She said with a smile and gestures to the waiting room, "Now get going, Mr. Potter looks like he's about to fall asleep standing."

At the officers' words, Tim and Jon looked down at Harry and saw him sway on his feet, a hand under his glasses rubbing at his eyes and letting out a big yawn.

Jon feels a swell of warmth fill his heart as he sees the tired boy's actions, he leans down and gently picks up Harry. Harry instantly wraps his arms and legs around Jon and tucks his face into the older man's neck, his breathing soft and his glasses cold against Jon's neck.

Jon gives the female officer a nod and walks into the waiting room with Tim, giving the receptionist a thankful look before walking out of the police station. The two men walk to the car, Jon gently setting Harry in the back and buckling him up before getting in the front, Tim starts the car and starts driving to Jon's apartment.

……..

Tim pulls into Jon's apartment's parking lot, Jon gets out, opening up the back door and getting Harry out, he holds the child as Tim grabs some of Harry's new things.

Tim follows Jon to his apartment, he's curious about how the other lives. Was it messy, did he only have a couch and no TV? Or is he a neat freak? The questions were swirling around in Tims mind as they got closer and closer to Jon's apartment.

Jon struggled a bit to find his keys in his pockets but he got them in his hand, unlocked the door and opened it and walked in.

Tim looks around at a perfectly normal apartment. A small TV, a couch, some pictures on the wall of a smaller Jon and an older woman. Tim could see some statements that Jon brought home on the coffee table next to an empty mug. Tim didn't know what he was expecting but him now knowing what Jon's apartment looks like was kinda anticlimactic.

Jon goes down a small hallway and walks into his room, he pulls back the dark blue cotton blankets, gently laying Harry down, covering him up and taking the boys glasses off, folding them gently and placing them on the bedside table before giving his hair a gentle stroke and leaves the room.

Jon walks back into his living room to see Tim opening up random drawers and cabinets.

"Being nosey?" Jon joked with a chuckle as he saw Tim jump at the sound of his voice.

"Oh- hey boss!" Tim said, stumbling over his words, "I was just… being nosey." Tim admitted, with a sheepish grin on his face as he rubbed the back of his neck.

Jon shakes his head with a chuckle as he walks into his kitchen and starts making a pot of coffee. Jon can hear Tim follow him into the kitchen, he doesn't say anything, just watches Jon scoop out some coffee grounds, putting them into the filter and closing the top of the coffee maker. The kitchen is quiet as Jon walks around, putting up some sippy cups and plastic cups with the same blue cartoon dog that Harry has taken a shine too.

Tim watches Jon put Harry's stuff away in the kitchen, he watches as Jon washes and drys the small plastic dishes and puts them away next to his porcelain dishes, proof that Harry is now living here in the graying haired man's apartment.

Jon pores two cups of coffee, he sweetens Tim's coffees to the intense sweetness he normally likes and Jon just scoops two teaspoons of sugar into his own mug. Jon hands Tim his mug and blows on his coffee till it was the perfect temperature to sip from.

Tim sips his coffee, his thoughts all over the place, from Harry's abuse to Jon's coming out and to how much Harry reminds him of his little brother when he was that age.

Tim sighs, the night finally catching up to him.

"Why did you call Harry your nephew when he's your cousin?" Tim asked, he's been thinking about that question since he heard Jon call himself Harry's cousin.

Jon shrugged, "it started with Lilly calling me uncle Jon when she was pregnant with Harry," Jon said "She would talk about how much Harry would love his 'uncle Jon' and how much he'll love me reading to him." Jon's voice trailed off, his voice thick with emotion.

Jon sucked in a shaky breath, "She was like my sister and I feel horrible about not forcing Petunia to let me see him." Jon said with a dry sob.

Jon places his mug on the kitchen counter, not wanting to spill any of the hot liquid as his hands start to shake.

Tim places his mug beside Jon's and pulls the shorter man into his arms, Jon's head tucked under the taller man's chin, face buried in his chest. Jon's shoulders shake with his silent crying and Tim keeps him wrapped tightly in his arms, whispering 'It wasn't your fault.' and 'He has you now' into Jon's hair.

Jon pulls back after a few minutes, wiping his eyes with a wet sniffle.

"I'm sorr-" Jon was cut off.

"No," Tim shakes his head "Don't say you're sorry for crying, it's been a stressful day and if Harry was my cousin, I'd also be crying." Tim says as he places his hands on Jon's shoulders.

"But I-" Jon was once again cut off by Tim.

"But nothing," Tim said, his brown eyes holding so much compassion in them, "What your aunt did wasn't your fault and it wasn't your fault for not knowing."

Jon looks at Tim, his own brown eyes red rimmed and teary still.

"You respected her design to not have you in Harry's life and she broke that little trust by being an abusive cunt." Tim said, the taller man's words caused Jon to let out a snort.

Tim smiled at Jon's snort, "There you go," Tim said as he gives Jon's shoulders a gentle squeeze and pulls his hands away, "Just remember that Harry's here with you now and he now has a chance to heal."

Jon nods, "Yes, thank you Tim," Jon said, his voice still a bit shaky, "I truly mean that."

Tim gives Jon a grin and picks up his now slightly warm coffee.

Jon looked at the clock on his microwave and saw that it was two fifteen in the morning.

"It's two in the morning." Jon said with a groan, feeling the exhaustion seep into his joints and making them ache.

Tim sighs, feeling exhausted from the stressful and emotional day.

"I should head out." Tim said as he walked to Jon's kitchen sink, pouring out the rest of his cooled coffee.

"You can't dive while you're exhausted, Tim." Jon said. He walked quickly to the closet next to his front door and pulled out some blankets, "You can sleep on the couch."

Tim watches as Jon makes up the couch without hearing if the asian man even wanted to stay the night.

Jon pulls out two pillows from the closet before shutting the door and places them on the couch.

"Guess I can stay the night." Tim said with a laugh, taking his jean jacket off and laying it on the coffee table, being careful to not cover any of the papers on the table.

Jon sees that and starts picking up the loose papers and putting them into a drawer.

"Sorry about the papers, I was reading some statements and checking out some leads when I couldn't sleep." Jon admitted.

Tim was in the middle of unbuttoning his bright colored shirt, his white undershirt now exposed when Jon admitted following leads when he couldn't sleep.

"Double boss lets you do that?" Tim asked as he finishes unbuttoning his shirt and lays it on his jacket.

"Elias knows," Jon said as he walks down the hall and walks into his room. Jon picks up some pajama pants that were a bit too big and walks back into the living room, "He even told me Gertrude even went off on her own when she was head archivist." Jon tells Tim and hands the pajama pants to the older man.

Tim's nose curls a bit, "doesn't sound safe," Tim says as he takes the pajamas, "Especially at night."

Jon just shrugs his shoulders, "Bathroom is the door on the left before you get to my bedroom." Jon directs Tim.

Tim nods and walks to the bathroom, closing the door Tim looks around a bit. Jon has a shower, the shower curtain is a simple white, the walls are a cream color, he has dark blue bathroom mats next to the shower and sink, on the sink is a cup with a toothbrush and razor. It wasn't decorated with pictures like the living room but it was very Jon.

Quickly changing into the gray pajama bottoms and washing his face, Tim carries his jeans in his hands as he leaves the bathroom and heads back into the living room and sees Jon in his pajamas.

Jon's wearing a gray shirt that was definitely too big for the lanky man, it had a ghost cat on it with the acronym 'WTG' next to the cat, the pajama bottoms were black and purple plaid.

"Nice shirt." Tim said, startling Jon.

"Thanks, my friend gave it to me."

"You have friends?" Tim jokes making Jon roll his eyes.

"Yes Tim, I do in fact have friends." Jon snarks at Tim with a smile on his face.

Tim snickers as he sits on the couch that he's going to be sleeping on.

Jon walks into the kitchen and grabs two cups, one glass and one in a Bluey themed sippy cup and fills them with water, Jon walks back into the living room and sees Tim laying down and texting on his phone, the older man looks from his phone when he hears Jon walk into the room.

"I'm just letting you know I'm going to bed and that you're welcome to anything in the kitchen." Jon says gently.

Tim grins, "I'll keep that in mind, boss." Tim said with a thumbs up before going back to his phone, probably letting Sasha know what's going on.

"Goodnight Tim."

"Night Jon.

Jon walks down the hall and into his room, the long haired man looks at the small body in his bed and sees that Harry has rolled around a bit, putting down the cups in the bedside table, Jon gently untangled Harry from the blankets and covered him back before laying on the foot of the bed and getting ready to sleep.

"Jon?" Small voice has Jon opening his eyes again, he looks over and sees Harry sitting up.

"Can you…" Harry's quiet voice trailed off.

"Can I?" Jon questioned as he sat up, "You can ask me anything, I won't be mad."

"Can you… hold me?" Harry asked, his face flushing a dark red, "I had a dream."

Jon rearranges himself so he's laying next to Harry and pulls him into his chest, the small boy snuggles into Jon.

"What dream did you have?" Jon asked gently, "Was it a good dream?"

Harry's head shook, his face buried in the older man's chest.

"A bad dream?" Jon asked, now concerned since Harry wasn't making any noise when he was asleep.

Harry's head nods.

Jon hums gently, "Oh, bad dreams aren't fun," Jon says "Do you want to tell me about the dream?"

Harry was silent and still, so still that Jon thought the boy fell back asleep till a muffled voice was heard.

"There was a woman, she had red hair and green eyes like mine." Harry said, his face still buried in Jon's chest.

Jon's eyes widened as Harry described the woman in his dream. Jon knew who the woman was, it was Lilly, Harry's mother.

"She screamed and there was a green light," Harry said, his voice a bit shaky, "She said she loved me."

"Oh, Harry." Jon croaked out, his arms tightening around the small boy. Harry's body starts to gently shake, tears start to seep through Jon's shirt.

"Why did that woman say she loved me?" Harry asked, his voice so small, so confused and so, so sad.

"Because she was your mom," Jon said, his own voice shaky and full of sadness, "She loved you so much."

"If she loved me, why was she a whore?" asked Harry as he pulled his face out of Jon's chest, his eyes full of tears.

Jon eyes almost bulged out from how shocked he was, what the fuck did Petunia tell Harry? Jon thought.

"She wasn't a whore, Harry. She was studying to be a teacher." Jon explained, his voice brittle from the thought that his beloved aunt's child thought she didn't love him.

"She was?" Harry asked, "What about my dad? Was he a drunk?"

Jon shook his head, "He was training to be a cop." Jon's voice a bit stronger, remembering how excited Lilly and James were to study and train in the field they wanted to work in.

Harry's eyes were wide, tears still in them, "Uncle Vernon lied?" Harry asked.

Jon nods, "yes, Vernon lied."

Harry's eyes shine with heartbreak and tears start pouring down his face, the boy buries his face back into Jon's chest and starts sobbing, his body shaking violently from how hard he was crying.

"I thought they hated me." Harry sobs out.

"They loved you so much."

"I said I hated them once!"

"I'm sure wherever they are, they know you didn't know the truth and don't blame you." Jon sooths, his hand brushing through Harry's messy hair and holding him close.

Jon just holds Harry as the boy cried himself to sleep and he continued to hold him tightly as he himself closed his eyes but Jon could've sworn that before he drifted to sleep, he heard a quiet 'Thank you' that sounded eerily like Lilly.