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Thicker Than Water	By : harriet Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 9575 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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CHAPTER 16
“For god’s sake Charlie put them back in already.” Harry swore loudly as he gritted his teeth, as Charlie Weasley popped another of his knuckles back into place. Every single one of his fingers he’d managed to dislocate in his punch up with Edward and Harry cursed himself quietly for being so stupid. “Motherf…..” Harry trailed off in his curse as Charlie popped another of his fingers back into place, just as Molly Weasley came bustling into the living room.
It had been surprising where they’d ended up after Snape had apperated them both but Harry was definitely pleased now. They’d ended up at The Burrow and he hadn’t questioned Snape’s choice as the red headed clan had run out of their house towards them after they’d appeared suddenly into the front garden. Everyone had been in their night clothes as they’d rushed to the pair’s aid. Ron and Arthur had taken Severus under each arm and carried him unceremoniously into the house. Charlie and Mrs. Weasley had helped Harry indoors too. Hermione had bounced worriedly in behind the group having been told quite sternly by Molly to calm herself for the sake of the baby.
“Harry Potter that language is not needed in this house thank-you very much.” Molly admonished as she came over to sit beside Charlie on the floor, where her son was just getting ready to put Harry’s thumb back into place. Charlie had put off putting the thumb in till last knowing himself how painful a dislocated thumb was. Harry’s hands shook uncontrollably in Charlie’s and the 2^nd eldest Weasley looked apologetically up at Harry’s watery green gaze.
“Sorry,” Charlie whispered as he watched his mum take a firm hold of Harry’s wrist pinning it to his knee as Charlie took hold of the thumb and snapped it back into place. Harry swore this time so loud that anyone left sleeping in the house would surely be awake. Almost instantly after his thumb had been put back in place Harry leaned forward and threw up all over Charlie kneeling at his feet before slumping forward in exhaustion. “Shit.” Charlie muttered as he continued to hold Harry’s hands in his own, looking down to survey the mess of his pajama pants and bare chest. Molly leaned forward and clipped her son across the ear for swearing before sitting back a little and rubbing a soothing hand over Harry’s taunt back.
“Take him upstairs to the bathroom in the loft. Percy won’t be back from Paris till Friday.” Charlie nodded and carefully stood up, gently pulling Harry to his feet as well.
“Severus is with Arthur and Ronald down in the basement bathtub trying to bring his temperature down. Bill will be here with Dumbledore and Remus as soon as he can. I’ll floo the twins and then Hermione and I will make us all something to eat and drink in the meantime.” Molly stood up and with a sympathetic smile at Harry, preceded the two men out of the lounge and into the kitchen.
“Have I told you how much I love your mum?” Harry whispered hoarsely as Charlie helped him up the three flights of stairs into the attic room, that Percy usually used when he was home from abroad. Harry glanced sideways at the elder man beside him. Despite himself Harry had enjoyed seeing Charlie back at the club six months ago. Charlie had brought him for a hefty sum but all they’d done was talk about the comings and goings of Charlie’s family over the past 8 years. It was a good night and Harry had welcomed Charlie into his flat where they’d continued talking till noon the following day. Admittedly though they’d had sex later on but it hadn’t been at the club and it hadn’t been for money, just a casual fuck between friends in a tent during one of the dragon capture, tag and release missions Charlie had invited him along on.
“Yeah well, you should have puked on her then.” Charlie muttered as he guided Harry into Percy’s bathroom and over to the little wooden stool sat in the corner of the shower. Harry slumped down on the stool tiredly and watched as Charlie stripped off his soiled sleep pants and boxer shorts before moving into the shower to strip Harry. Harry allowed himself to be maneuvered about until he was sat unceremoniously back on the stool naked. The water was cool on his heated body, adrenaline still thrumming through his veins after their narrow escape. Efficiently Charlie washed them both, careful of the torn bruised skin on Harry’s knuckles as he cleaned them free of blood. With the job done Charlie turned off the water and wrapped Harry carefully in a large fluffy towel careful to sit Harry back down on the stool while he dried himself off.
“I’m going to kill him.” Harry sighed and spoke matter of factly as he watched in casual perusal as Charlie dried himself with the towel. The second eldest Weasley was beautiful and Harry envied the washboard stomach, lightly bronzed skin and toned muscled arms and legs. Charlie worked out at a gym and his job lended itself towards the more physical side of life. Harry managed a wry smile to himself as he glanced at Charlie’s crotch; the dusting of orange curls at the base of an impressive cock was not something one could improve at the gym. The sight of Charlie’s figure was covered up by a towel that the Weasley wrapped around his waist before he turned his attention on Harry. Unable to move his now stiffening hand Harry helped as best he could as Charlie dried him from head to toe before wrapping the towel around Harry’s waist similarly to his own.
“Is that really a plan you’ve just come up with now?” Charlie huffed with a laugh as he led Harry back into the bedroom, where he was going through Percy’s drawers and closet trying to find something for them both to wear.
“I owe it to Severus. While ever Edward lives the dark mark on Snape’s arm will never fade. He’ll be a slave for the rest of his life. I can’t live knowing I didn’t at least try and give him his freedom.” Charlie paused in his search for clothes to step up close to where Harry was standing by the bed, his eyes down cast and tired as if the weight of the wizarding world had fallen on his shoulders again. Charlie sighed and looked down at the slightly shorter brown haired man in front of him and reached out to put a gentle hand on shoulder.
“You like him don’t you?” Charlie whispered as he watched Harry’s green eyes look up at him from behind the thin lenses of his glasses.
“It doesn’t matter if I do Charlie; I need to make things right for him. He gave up so much for me and my Mum.” Harry met Charlie’s stare head on and he gazed into the blue eyes of the Weasley for a long time wondering what he was looking for.
“And what about the rest of us in the Wizarding World, what would you have us do?” Charlie inquired. While the rest of the house had been focused on getting Severus into the bathtub downstairs he had heard the abridged version of what had happened in Knock turn Alley from Harry in the living room, before he’d fixed Harry’s hand of course.
“Once Edward’s gone Malfoy is on his own. If the wizarding world vote for his changes then so be it, I don’t intend to interfere with that especially considering I no longer belong here. In the muggle world governments and laws change all the time, people just adapt, they protest, they vote in new ministers. Democracy is a fluid process; if you want things to change, you campaign, you vote and you change it.” Harry shrugged his shoulders as he smiled softly up at Charlie who nodded gently.
“I understand what you’re saying. If Wizard’s are stupid enough to vote Malfoy in then it’s our own fault what happens after.” Harry nodded in agreement and was somewhat surprised as he felt Charlie’s arms wrap around him, the slightly taller man dipping his head in order to kiss him. Charlie paused mid way to Harry’s lips and pulled back, his nose scrunched up in distaste. “Puke breath.” He muttered as he pushed Harry back towards the bathroom to clean his teeth while he continued to hunt of his brother’s room for clothes. Harry blushed self-consciously as he hurried back into the bathroom to clean his teeth, an awkward thing to do with his left hand. When he reappeared from the bathroom Charlie was leant over his brothers travelling trunk curse and swearing as he flicked clothing about. Harry admired the view of Charlie’s perk backside barely hidden beneath the towel and sticking out from the side of the trunk. “My brothers a queer little mutant, look at this? Who wears this shit?” Harry snorted as Charlie stood up holding up the brown paisley shirt; its obnoxious swirls and gaudy patterning making it look like something a dragon coughed up. “Besides the fact it’s all too small for me, I wouldn’t dare dress you in any of this it isn’t right. Percy takes after Mum; he’s built like the twins stringy and short.” With disgust Charlie threw the shirt back into the trunk and closed it with a solid thunk. “Thank Merlin, Ron, Bill and I take after Dad.”
“So what are we going to do?” Harry inquired as he tightened the towel around his waist and watched as Charlie shrugged and headed for the door.
“Go and ask Mum for some clothes, besides you need those knuckles covered with healing salve and bandages.” Harry glanced down at his hand; sure enough the split skin on his knuckles was bleeding gain. As he glanced down he caught sight of his own pale body, the crisscross of scars over shadowing what small definition he had on his chest and arms. Charlie seemed to read his mind as Harry looked at him in concern.
“Don’t sweat it Potter. We’ve all got scars.” Charlie reached forward and with a soft finger under Harry’s chin tilted his head up to place a soft chaste kiss on Harry’s lips. Harry closed his eyes and sighed into Charlie’s lips as the man gently pulled away and smiled at him cheekily.
“Merlin’s balls why do I feel like Snape’s going to kill me when he finds out we slept together.” Harry tutted at Charlie as he reached around with his good hand and smacked him hard on the upper arm. Charlie feigned mock hurt as he turned and jogged off down the stairs leaving Harry to follow a little slower and more than a little nervous.
Charlie had waited for Harry at the bottom of the stairs and from the noise coming from the living room Harry assumed Dumbledore and Remus had arrived already. Self-consciously Harry tightened the towel around his waist as Charlie pushed open the door and strode confidently in, uncaring of the fact he was only wearing a fluffy white towel. Harry trailed in after him, self-consciously lowering his head as he felt the gaze of the room fall on him and Charlie.
“Mum! That other son of yours is a complete queer; he’s got nothing upstairs in that room of his. It’s all pastels and paisley. And judging from the size of the stuff he hasn’t hit puberty yet.” Charlie called for Molly as soon as he entered the room, and there were amused chuckles from everyone at Charlie’s passing joke. “Oooh, bacon sandwiches.” Charlie strode forward into the room and bent over the coffee table to grab some of the sandwiches his mum and Hermione had made. Harry blushed a crimson red color as he was treated to a bird’s eye view of Charlie’s arse beneath the towel, as were several of his brothers, Hermione and Remus.
“Charles Arthur Weasley! We have company; I brought you up better than this. Don’t move, wait right there the both of you while I go and raid Bill’s old trunk.” Flustered and angry Molly glared at them both before bristling off out of the lounge room to find suitable attire for them.
“Ron, I think your brother just mooned me.” Hermione was a little taken back as she glanced across at Ron who was now stood next to Charlie chuckling at having upset their mum, and insulted Percy. It was well known that Percy was the black sheep of the family and was often the butt of many Weasley pranks and jokes. Harry smiled sympathetically at Hermione before glancing across the living room. It was then that he saw him sitting in the arm chair by the window a blanket around his shoulders and dressed in one of Arthur’s dressing gowns. Harry’s gaze locked onto Severus’ across the room the onyx eyes sparkling in the fire light. It took a moment for Harry to realize what expression was on Snape’s face but when he did, it made him smile cheekily. Snape was amused by it. Harry had expected the potions professor to be serious and upset about what had happened earlier in the evening but instead he sat there unashamedly staring at a half-naked harry, a smug smile tugging at the corner of his thin lips. Harry felt his courage rise a little as he smiled coyly to himself and wandered over to where Snape was sitting. The rest of the room had gone back to their own conversations and no one paid Harry any attention as he came to a stop beside Snape, his arms automatically folding across his scarred chest in a show of bravado.
“Enjoying what you see? I’d have thought after tonight’s dramatics you’d have been tucked up in bed old man.” Harry joked his voice sounding a little to strained to be really called confident. Snape picked up on the waver in Harry’s tone of voice and shook his head in amusement, the young Harry Potter was nervous.
“What and miss this display. I haven’t been around this much exposed youthful flesh since the quidditch locker rooms at school.” Snape raised a cheeky eyebrow in Harry’s direction and watched as a little of Harry’s bravado waned and he shifted awkwardly on his feet. Harry suddenly had a craving for a cigarette; he needed something to do with his hands that were nervously twitching where he’d folded them against his ribs. He’d never been nervous around men before and certainly not Severus Snape. Harry silently wondered if what Charlie had said upstairs was true, perhaps he did like Severus more than he realized himself. “You’re shaking; let me look at your hands.” All mirth and joking fell from Snape’s tone as he turned serious at Harry’s shaking hands. Harry didn’t correct the man as to why he was shaking and instead sat down on the arm of the chair, unfolding his arms from his chest and presenting his swollen and torn up hands to Snape’s critical gaze. “You will have to ask Molly for some healing salve, and ice to stop the swelling. Who relocated your knuckles?” Harry hissed in pain as Snape inspected the damage before watching as Harry looked up at Charlie by the fire in reply. Charlie smiled at them casually and went back to his conversation with Ron and Remus. “He did a good job but you really do need the ice, or you won’t be moving that hand for weeks.” Harry nodded and pulled his hands back into his own lap watching as Snape reached out and grabbed his glass of whisky from the small side table beside the chair. Before Harry could speak further however Molly came bustling back into the room a bunch of clothes and robes hung over her arms.
“Charlie. Harry.” Harry couldn’t help himself and he stood up quickly from the arm of Snape’s chair as Molly addressed him and Charlie abruptly. No sooner than he stood up then he heard Snape snort a fine spray of whisky spurting out from the man’s mouth. Harry looked around behind him sharply as everyone fell quiet, having never been treated to Snape’s uncharacteristic slip. Snape covered his mouth with his hand trying and failing miserably to keep his face neutral
“What?” Harry inquired cautiously aware now that silence had once again befallen the room. Snape silently pointed to Harry’s waist, where the towel had slipped considerably low, exposing his navel and his lower back. Harry now knew what had made Snape choke on his drink and he sighed and rolled his eyes dramatically.
The tattoo.
It was unlikely now that the whole room hadn’t been treated to a look at it and Harry shook his head and sighed again.
“Well I guess it is a dramatic event in my life and it’ll certainly change the topic of conversation.” Harry smiled coyly over at Snape, the pair of them sharing a knowing glance about the conversation they’d had in Snape’s rooms a week earlier. Without too much thought Harry turned around with his back to Snape and lowered the towel a little further exposing the full extent of the tattoo on the base of his spine.
Snape stared at the intricate picture, a snake and dragon entwined together in a war of some sort. The snake curled up and around Harry’s ribs hiding a particularly deep scar, while the tail of the dragon followed the line of his hip down into the folds of the towel. Snape was sure that the Dragon’s tail ended on Harry’s upper thigh without even having to look. Biting his lip Snape watched as Harry turned back around to face him, partly so the rest of the room could see his tattoo and partly to gauge Snape’s reaction to it. Harry hadn’t been sure when he’d originally got the tattoo, it had cost him three weeks wages and several hours in the muggle tattoo parlor. It was a representation of the struggles he’d gone through, the fight and the darkness. It also served to cover up some of his most disfiguring scars. He’d grown used it now though and it weighed on him heavily what Snape’s reaction to it would be.
“Beautiful.” Snape’s voice was barely above a whisper and Harry wasn’t sure if Snape was describing the tattoo or something else entirely. As they stared at each other in silence, the moment however was broke as Molly jostled over to him and pulled him into a huge hug. Tears were rolling down her cheeks and fell softly on his exposed shoulder as he hugged her tightly back. It took a moment for Harry to realize why she was crying and why the Weasley clan had fallen solemly silent.
“She loved you like her brothers Harry, you know that don’t you?” Molly stepped back from him a little, a distant pained smile on her face as she let her hand fall to his exposed hip where a small beautifully drawn phoenix rested, the initials G.W engraved beneath. Below the tattoo was the scar Harry hated the most, the one that had cost him everything. The curse had been aimed at his heart, meant to kill him. However Ginny had pushed in front of him, her body falling on top of his as the curse had struck her straight in the chest. Only its fiery tail licked Harry’s hip leaving the scar, as Ginny had taken the full hit and fallen on top of him dead.
The memory was too much, too painful and Harry couldn’t stand there any longer. It wasn’t fair he was here in the house she’d been born in, with her mother and father and her brothers that missed her every day. It should have been him lying lifeless and cold in the field but it wasn’t and he felt the guilt every day he woke up and stared at the phoenix on his hip. The weight of the guilt was crushing just as Ginny had been on his chest that night. He’d stared down at her blue distant gaze as he’d rolled them both over, desperately trying to get her to breath, to still be there with him. But she’d gone, as had so many others.
“I’m so sorry.” Harry whispered and with a sympathetic nod Harry gabbed for the clothes Molly still had draped over her arm and ran from the room.
“Fuck.” Charlie muttered beneath his breath and stepped up to his mother, grabbing the clothes she had left on her arm. Snape went to stand up from the chair desperate to help but Charlie’s stern gaze made him stop. “He can’t handle you right now, he needs me. Stay there and tell them what happened, I’ll bring him back when I can.” Charlie spoke calmly to Snape who nodded not quite understanding but knowing what he and Harry had established in the last three weeks was not enough to settle him. Without another word Charlie had run after Harry leaving the room quiet and somber.
“Well you better tell us what’s going on Severus.” Dumbledore finally spoke up breaking the silence and everyone sat down around the room as Snape nodded and began to retell the events of the evening. While Snape spoke his mind however was on Harry, and he couldn’t help but remember the words Charlie had spoken to him earlier, Harry was strong but not unbreakable.
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A/N There we go a tasty little update for the evening. Enjoy :)
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