At her last statement, Charlie had dropped his glass in surprise, spilling orange juice all over the table. Fred and George's faces were contorted into expressions of revulsion and surprise. Ginny had tears running down her cheeks and Minerva was shocked to her core.

Loud shouting was erupting out of the ear.

"You bitch! He's bleeding! Get out! Get out NOW!" Ron roared obviously throwing a few things of his own. The door slammed again and everything was quiet.

Ron, wrapped clumsily in a sheet, was hunched over Harry. The small boy had sunk against the foot of the bed; his hand pressed to the gash on his temple that had come from a flying pair of scissors. In a fit of rage, Mrs. Weasley had begun throwing the things on Ron's desk, and the pair of scissors had caught him unexpected.

"That fucking bitch! I can't believe… fucking Merlin!" Ron was cussing in a low, steady stream, dabbing at Harry's cut with a bit more force than was necessary. The sheet he was using was beginning to darken with the blood. Harry watched it fascinated, still shocked and raw. Finally, he caught Ron's wrist and captured his gaze. Wordlessly, Ron dropped the cloth and pulled Harry towards him in a fierce embrace. "Don't worry, love, we'll go to Percy's place. We'll just … we'll just pack our things and go, okay? Come on, Harry, snap out of it." Ron said, some of his old brusqueness returning. Harry felt a little of his old self return as well.

"Right. I know we'll be okay. I trust you." He said quickly before he untangled himself from Ron and made his was to his trunk. Suddenly, lanky arms tightened around him squeezed him happily.

"Before I forget, you were wonderful, beautiful, amazing, perfect. And I meant every word I said last night." With that, the red head went to his own trunk and opened it quickly. Despite everything, Harry smiled at his lover. Ron was all he had left, but Ron would be more than enough.

Oddly, he thought of that single second the night before when Ron had come inside him. Perhaps that was what Ron had felt the entire time? He felt a blush come to his cheeks as he remembered how he had moaned. 

They had put their clothes on without cleaning up, packing their essentials into their school book bags and left through the window on their brooms. They had done this in a matter of minuets, so when Minerva went upstairs, the most composed one at the moment, to make sure the boys didn't do anything rash, she found them already gone and the bedroom an upturned mess.

Immediately, she rushed to the fireplace to alert the Headmaster that the two boys were flying unprotected out of the reach of the wards.

She really had no need to worry. The boys had stopped at the Weasley's neighbor a few miles away. The elderly couple graciously welcomed Ron in their home – obviously having babysat him a few times when he was younger. Ron didn't stop to offer explanations, only said that it was urgent they use their floo network. They allowed them, of course, and called goodbye as both boys flooed to "Percy Weasley's Residence!"   

Percy and Oliver had just sat down to breakfast when the two disheveled, dirty boys came crashing through the fireplace of their flat in Diagon Alley.

"Ron? Harry? What on earth are you doing here?" Percy questioned immediately, rushing to his little brother and his companion.

"Harry, you're bleeding! What happened?! Was it Death Eaters?!" Oliver interrogated in his unique accent as he pointed his wand to Harry's temple. Meanwhile, Percy used a spell to clean off the ash that practically coated the both of them. Harry didn't answer their questions, only sunk onto the couch and hid his face in a pillow. Percy and Oliver shot Ron questioning stares. In answer, Ron dropped down beside Harry, and took his hand in his own. Realization dawned slowly on Oliver, but Percy immediately got the message.

"Merlin, what did Molly say to you two?" Percy asked quietly, wrapping a comforting arm around his baby brother's shoulders.

"I called mum a bitch. I … I never thought I'd say that. But she threw scissors at Harry, and it made me furious. I … We left then on our brooms, and flooed here from the Jamison's house. They don't know where we are, but I have a feeling they'll guess pretty soon. Mum," Ron paused, a cloud of anger obscuring his face, "Molly let it slip that you didn't just leave because of loyalty to the ministry. I should have known it wasn't as simple as that. You … you'll let us stay here, won't you?" Ron asked worriedly.

"Of course we will, Ron. You and Harry are always welcome here." Oliver answered. Harry raised his face from the pillow and put it back beside him. He sighed heavily, his sweaty hand still resting in Ron's.

"Thank you. I have nowhere else to go. I won't go back to my relative's house. I'll never go back there." Something about the way he said it made the others look at him with something unreadable on their faces. Ron was the first one to snap out of it.

"Don't worry, Harry. I won't let you go back. Merlin, you look awful." Ron said quietly, noticing the bags under Harry's eyes and the paleness in his skin. Harry snorted, and shot Ron a dry look.

"Thanks for that. It's just what I needed." He deadpanned, smiling slightly so that Ron knew he was just joking.

"Ron's right, Harry. You need a hot bath, a soft bed, chicken soup, and the latest Quidditch Quarterly. That should perk you righ' up." Oliver announced in a pep talk tone, pulling Harry up off the couch and leading him into one of the two bedrooms in the apartment. Percy smiled after them and then gave Ron's shoulders another gentle squeeze.

"How about I get you some breakfast before we talk?" He suggested only getting a grateful nod in response.

An hour later, Harry was gently sleeping in the guest bed, a flask of dreamless sleeping drought on the bedside table and filled to the brim with Percy's hot chicken soup. Oliver, Percy, and Ron were sitting around the table sipping strong cups of coffee.

"It's simple really. Harry and I have always been close because of what we've been through together. When he had nightmares, I was the one that wiped his brow and sat with him until he fell asleep again. We've risked our lives for each other countless times, and I'm the only one who he'll tell what he's feeling. I had a crush on him at first, starting probably at the end of our fourth year. I wasn't sure I was gay then, so I was in denial most of the time. But I was having crushes on other boys, the biggest one on Viktor Krum. Hermione's fling with Krum infuriated me. Everyone thought it was because I liked her, but it was really just jealousy. But I got over that and came to accept that I was gay. Then I started realizing the way I acted around Harry without even knowing it. I was always trying to get closer to him, touching him at every opportunity. I was so worried that he had realized it and didn't feel the same way. I had to know, so I became a bit bolder. He didn't reject me, but he didn't encourage me either. Then Cedric died and everything seemed to go in fast motion.

He was so angry and emotional last year. The thing you have to know about Harry is that he's got these walls he builds around himself. He's not anything like the role he acts around everyone else. But I'd seen him when he let his guard down. He's traumatized, depressed, unstable, you name it. Last year, those walls started crumbling on their own. He just can't keep up the façade forever. He's practically dead inside, and I'm the only one who he'll talk with. Last night, I watched him stand at the window for hours when he thought I was asleep. I knew he was just standing there trying not to cry. I decided I couldn't take it anymore, so I wrapped my arms around him. He started sobbing. I'd never seen Harry cry before. I think it was his first time. After that, things started getting pretty intense, and he said he wanted me to, but at the same time something in his eyes told me to stop. When I started to pull away, he got a bit hysterical and I knew that he needed me. It was wonderful, but I learned something last night." He stopped, staring into his coffee with tears clouding in his eyes. Oliver and Percy waited patiently.

"I- I think Harry was raped by his uncle." Oliver dropped his mug in surprise and Percy leaned forward in disbelief.

"Did he tell you that?" Percy asked. Ron blushed.

"No, but I don't see any other explanation. It was like he wanted me to, and didn't want me to at the same time. We were both enjoying it until all the sudden his eyes glazed over and he was completely silent for a few minuets. When he came out of it he didn't want me to leave him, he was practically frantic for me to take him. I think he had a flashback. And then, he was enjoying it, but I felt he never got … well, you know."

"The symptoms sound right. Merlin." Percy said hollowly, looking at the closed door Harry was sleeping behind. "Of course we'll do everything we can to help you both. You're going to stay here for the summer, and I won't hear of anything else. I don't want you staying with someone that fills your head with garbage about homosexuality being wrong and that kind of nonsense. You and Harry need some time to sort things out in a calm, accepting environment." Percy said in that bossy tone that signaled he meant business.

"If by calm you mean boring then that sounds about right. Not much happens around here except Perc occasionally getting on a soap box about cauldron leaks." Oliver joked. Ron snickered into his mug and Percy rolled his eyes. "Of course," Oliver continued, "you'll have to come to all my games and practice with me at the park. And no doubt Percy will attempt to turn Harry into a good little housewife like he is." Ron laughed outright, and then only laughed harder when Percy snatched up their coffee mugs and went to the sink.

"I'm not a housewife, Oliver. Just because I can cook and I like keeping our home clean, and I clean up all your filthy quidditch gear does not make me a woman. That's insulting." Percy huffed as he agitatedly washed the dishes. This only made Oliver and Ron laugh harder. Percy realized what he was doing and smiled then, too. "So maybe I am a little homemaker. I didn't hear you complaining last night, Ollie." Ron blushed to the roots of his hair. Percy took one look at him, laughed, and then clarified.