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Hidden Truths

By Speedy Tomato

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and make no money off this story.

Summary: A Death Eater attack on Grimmauld Place not only turns many people's world upside down, but reveals many truths that no one knew.

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Also, thanks to Lynn who helps me with flow, content and not forgetting things!

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Dedication: For Vickie C. and Jenny C., both of whom, on my FB page, fed the plunnie and begged ever so nicely for me to start it. Here it is! Enjoy you two!

'Pairings':

HP/BW/SB

RL/LM

CW/DM

FW/SS/GW

Additional Notes: This is kicking off when Harry is about two months shy of seventeen. Changes from canon will be made clear as I go along.

Content warning: Does contain character bashing, as was requested by the beggars that wanted the story.

Chapter 1

Scratching his chin as he looked around at what he could see as he stood at the bottom of the stairs on the second floor, Sirius was wondering where Harry was. He knew his godson had gone off with Bill Weasley to talk to him, but it had been well over an hour since then. So, he was curious what the two were doing. As far as he knew, Harry and Bill didn't know each other that well, so it was strange. He assumed that they were talking about being a Curse Breaker as that was what Harry wanted to become after school. That in and of itself was odd, Sirius would admit that.
From what he heard, Harry had talked about becoming an Auror to Ron and Hermione. It wasn't until the start of this last year that all of them realized he was going into Curse Breaking. However, as it was a damned good job, no one said anything, other than Ron and Hermione because it meant Harry wasn't in all the same classes they were like he always had been, with a few exceptions when it came to Hermione.
Sighing, he wondered where Harry was. So far he had checked all the normal places and nothing. Remus and Lucius were in the kitchen, talking about a couple plans to help protect them all as the war was going strong. They hadn't seen him. Charlie was in one of the small parlors talking to Draco about dragons as the youngest Malfoy wanted to hear about them. They hadn't seen him either. Narcissa was in the room she shared with Lucius doing something or other, so he didn't bother to ask her. Fred and George had cornered Snape and were asking about some kind of a potion. The man in black wasn't enthused about helping them from the look on his face, as he had to know it was something to do with their joke shop and would probably end up in the castle, but was answering as they were serious questions. They hadn't see Harry either. This was strange.
Shaking his head, he wondered where to check next. It wasn't that he was overly worried, mind you, he just wanted to spend time with his godson was all. He hadn't had that chance over the years and wanted to take advantage of it since they had almost the whole summer to do that this year.
Unlike in the past, Harry had stayed at the Dursleys only a week, just long enough to keep the wards up until the day he turned seventeen the following month. That was for his protection. With Voldemort actively hunting Harry, the only option to keep him safe was to stay within the confines of the house on Privet Drive. That wasn't happening. So, he had only stayed that short time then they brought him to Grimmauld Place late one night. Here he was safe. He would have to stay inside, of course, but it was better. And Harry seemed plenty happy about it, especially since he never had to go back to the Dursleys ever again. The only thing odd from the years before was that there were more bodies in the house than normal.
The Weasleys weren't staying this year, but Narcissa, Draco and Lucius were as Lucius had gone to Dumbledore to get out, giving up information they desperately needed. So, they were staying here where they were best protected. He had been cleared when Lucius got out as the man had handed Wormtail over to the Ministry when he did. That was damned good. Because the Malfoys were here, there were lots of people in and out all the time for various reasons. He wondered if, maybe, Harry was hiding out to avoid Draco. There was a tentative truce in place, something he insisted on when the Malfoys arrived to hold off issues with his godson and the rivalry that was there, but they sure as hell weren't close. That would make sense, he just didn't like it was all. As far as he was concerned, this was Harry's home now and he could do whatever he damned well pleased in it. If Draco didn't like it, too bad. He would just have to adjust accordingly.
Not sure where to look next, he decided to try Harry's room. That was up on the same floor as his and right next door. Harry wasn't one to like staying cooped up in his room all the time, so he hadn't checked there yet. Especially since he had gone off with Bill. He doubted the two would go to Harry's room as it wasn't decorated or anything like that, with not much to do in there. So far, though he had told Harry to do with it what he wanted, his godson hadn't done much. He assumed that would change over the summer.
Starting the trek up the stairs, he wondered what was going on. Harry—he had been acting oddly since coming to the house. Not only that, the four Weasleys currently in the house seemed to be coming over more often than they normally did. And, when they did, all they seemed to want to do was hole up somewhere alone with Harry. That was decidedly strange, especially since Bill and Charlie really didn't know Harry well. He supposed, before the summer was over, he would figure it out. For now, he would just go with it.
Walking down the hall on the third floor, he heard nothing. He assumed, if Harry was talking to Bill, he would hear something. Shaking his head, he sighed. He'd check, of course, but he doubted he would find anything. Stepping in front of Harry's door, he opened it, but was puzzled by how it felt like there was some kind of netting or something behind it that made it hard to open. That was odd too. Poking his head in, he didn't expect to find anything, so he was stunned to see Harry and Bill on the bed.
Eyes wide, his mouth dropped open when he saw that Bill was seated with his back to the headboard with Harry straddling his lap. Even more stunning was they were kissing, heatedly, with Bill's hands up the back of Harry's shirt. Not sure what to do, he was rooted to the spot, eyes wide, mouth hanging open. What the hell? Instead of backing out like he should have, Sirius found he couldn't. He just stood there, unable to pull his eyes off what he was seeing.

Breaking off the kiss, Bill reached up and ran his fingers through Harry's tousled hair. Smiling at him, he said, “Only a couple of months and this nightmare is over.”
Grinning a little, Harry nodded as he put his hands on Bill's shoulders, looking at him, not moving from where he was straddling Bill's lap. “Finally! We've been waiting a long time for this. It's going to cause a mess and problems, but we'll manage.”
“We will,” Bill assured him. “I plan for us to hide what we're able to for as long as we can. Hopefully, that'll be until you graduate. Then we're done and off to Egypt. To hell with this mess and the ones that are causing the most problems. We'll let the ones that aren't know, of course, like Sirius, but the rest can kiss our arses.”
Nodding at that, Harry said nothing, still smiling.
“I plan to make damned sure that I'm over here as much as I can be until then to stop the moronic crap going on. Charlie, Fred and George are going to do the same,” Bill told him, fingers still running through the soft hair on Harry's head. Quietly, he sighed then said, “Harry, really, we need to talk to Sirius about what's going on. We need his help with the last chunk your relatives pulled. Yeah, we've got everything repaired as much as we can, but what that last bit caused is something we need help with before it grows worse. You saw the readings of what it is. It's something that needs stopped before it really causes you problems. Not to mention we need to work on the other area. He might know something to do that, or somewhere to look, better than we do.”
Groaning, Harry hung his head forward then shook it. “Look, you know I adore Sirius and would do anything for him. It's just—when he finds out he's going to go completely mental. On all kinds of people. He just got cleared, so I don't want him getting in trouble all over again.”
“I know,” Bill sighed, reaching out and pulling Harry closer to him, their chests now touching. Wrapping his arms around Harry, he held him close. “He's going to be pissed as hell, we all get that. Charlie and I should be able to get him to see sense before he goes off the deep end and does something he'll regret. We just need help with this. And St. Mungos is out. The minute you show up there, we have problems.”
“I know,” Harry snorted, shaking his head and wrapping his arms around Bill. “I shouldn't have to worry about that and should be able to go there to get help.”
Holding Harry tightly, Bill rubbed his back softly, resting his head against this lover's. “You'll get no argument from me there. We need help, though. Sirius might know what to do. Fred and George are trying to get some information out of Snape about the topic, disguising it as for something else, so we might have somewhere to look. Charlie and I got most of the damage taken care of. It's just the pain that's worrying us. You saw the readings and what it is. That we need help with. We just need to make Sirius listen before he goes and does something foolish is all. We'll manage. It's something we want taken care of before it gets worse. Let me handle it, Harry. I'll corner him and explain the problem then make damned sure he doesn't do anything stupid.”
Nodding, holding Bill tightly, Harry asked, “You have the wards up around the room, right? So no one can get in?”
“As always,” Bill assured him, holding him close, smiling slightly. “I don't know how long we have before you'll be missed, but they can't get in.”

Standing there, Sirius was confused. He was 'in'. What the hell? Then it hit him and he wanted to smack himself. He owned Grimmauld Place. One of the protections put on it was that he could get into any room he wanted if someone outside the family put a ward up. That would easily explain the part he felt with the door. The ward was letting him through because he was the owner. Oh, bloody hell! He had walked in on a very private conversation and didn't realize it. However, he was also confused by part of it. It appeared that Harry and Bill were very close, in many ways, and had been for a while. How long he didn't know yet. Then there was the part that was mentioned about him.
He had always made it clear to Harry that he could come to him about anything, so what was he scared to come to him about? That he didn't get either. The part about him going 'mental' had him concerned. Something like that meant something big and probably not nice. Already, his mind was working over what that could be. Along with that, how he could get the two alone so he could ask! Because he wanted to know, particularly if they needed help. As he didn't have any idea what it might be, he needed to know! Especially if it concerned a health problem with his godson. He had to know something like that.
Looking back at the bed, seeing the two holding each other, he knew he should go to give them privacy, but couldn't force himself to do so. Instead, he stayed rooted to the spot, wondering what else was coming.

Resting his head on Bill's shoulder, holding him tightly, he asked, quietly, “What are you going to do about Fleur? From what I've heard, she's all but got the two of you engaged by now. Ginny mentioned something about someone planning a wedding.”
Giving a snort, holding Harry tighter, Bill said, “I'll handle her, don't worry. Let her plan what she wants. She just thinks that she'll get this. It's not happening. I've never, ever, made overtures in her direction since we met. Hell, she moved to England of her own volition. I never asked her to do that. The reason I came back from Egypt was you, not her. She just—did what she wanted, thinking that Veela allure of hers would work on me. It's not as I have you.” Giving a grin, he said, “It's zat brave leetle boy, as she calls you, that I'm interested in, not her.”
Giving at grin at Bill's fake French accent, Harry chuckled. “Your mum seems to think that's where it's headed, too.”
“Mum is just enamored with the idea of planning a wedding finally,” Bill snorted, rolling his eyes. “She hates Fleur, just like everyone else in the family, but as long as she gets to plan a big wedding, she'll deal with it. The problem there is she's not thinking. All she sees is Fleur gluing herself to me, not my reaction, then assumes that's what's going on. I don't rightly give a damn that she doesn't have it right. Let her keep going. By the time any of them figure it out, we're going to throw them for a loop.” Sighing, he added, “I'm tired of hiding anyway, Harry. Let it come. There isn't a damned thing they can do about it once you turn seventeen. If they don't like it, to hell with them. It just means they are going to learn the truth about many things sooner is all. They can't change it, any of it, so it doesn't matter.”
“Some are going to throw a fit,” Harry admitted with a sigh, eyes sliding shut.
“Oh, we all know that,” Bill sighed himself. “We know the biggest of them too. I don't care anymore. Not anything to worry about. We'll deal and move on. I don't rightly give a damn about any of them that can't handle it. If it means I'm kicked out of the family, so be it. You know that the only three that matter to me when it comes to my family won't. Dad—not sure there. As we all know he gave up long ago and just follows what mum wants. Mostly anyway. If that's the case here, no skin off my arse.”
“I get it,” Harry told him as he knew what Bill was talking about. “On my end it's the same. Sirius won't say anything as long as I'm happy. The rest? Don't care anymore. It isn't like I have many close to me. Luna won't bat an eyelash. Neville—he'll be stunned, but that's all. Ron, Ginny and Hermione—I know what's coming there and don't care.”
“All that matters,” Bill soothed. Moving his head, he kissed Harry again, pulling him tightly to his body. There wasn't much time to do this, he knew that, but he wanted to. They hadn’t been able to get much time together over the last couple of years, so he wanted to take advantage of it when they had it.
Shifting the both of them around, Bill laid Harry on his back on the bed. Starting to devour his mouth, he spelled both of their clothes off. Wonderful! Running a hand down Harry's bare chest, he then let it ghost over his lover's cock. Already, Harry was semi-hard from this. Good! That just meant he had to make sure he was fully hard to do what he wanted.
Sliding down, Bill took Harry's cock in his mouth then began to suck on it. Rolling his eyes up, he kept them locked on Harry's face. Oh, he adored the look that Harry got when they were doing something sexual. It was arousing in a way nothing else in the world ever was. Summoning the lube out of the drawer Harry kept it in, somewhere hidden, he opened it with one hand and quickly slicked up his fingers with it. Keeping Harry's cock in his mouth, he rose up on his knees then slipped his hand between his legs and began to toy with his arsehole, quickly slipping one finger in. As aroused as he was already, that went easily with minimal burning. Fucking himself with it, he moaned around Harry's now fully hard cock, eliciting one from Harry as well, causing his younger lover to arch up off the bed slightly, Harry's hands slipping into his long hair and entwining there. Perfect!

Unable to believe what he was seeing, Sirius backed out of the room and shut the door quietly when the obviously sexual part started. That was—damn! Scratching his head with a trembling hand, he didn't know what to make of what he had heard and seen. Harry—he had no clue that his godson's leanings were towards men. It didn't matter, obviously, he just didn't know. Nothing, anywhere, had nudged him that way. Let alone that there was an obviously long-standing relationship with Bill.
And Bill? Like everyone else, he thought the man was with Fleur and it was serious. Now he was looking back to see if he couldn't judge the signs Bill talked about. Right off the top of his head, he could see a few things, now that he thought about it, such as Bill would get a look on his face that was odd when Fleur tried to kiss or hug him. There was also how everything was initiated by her and he just seemed to ignore her for the most part. Maybe, just maybe, the signs were there and none of them had seen them.
Sighing as he trekked down the stairs, he decided to pull the two aside when they came down to figure out what the hell was going on and what help Harry needed. He didn't care who Harry was with and if Bill made him happy, more power to them! After all, Bill was all anyone could want for their offspring. In his case, he heartily approved. And if Bill made Harry happy, that's all that mattered.
Sighing, he wondered if he shouldn't pull Remus aside when he got downstairs to get his advice. That he wasn't sure about. It might be better if he went this alone to get the two more comfortable before he pulled Remus in. That and he had to make damned fucking sure to keep his temper under control over whatever it was they needed help with. It wouldn't do any good to blow that when Harry was leery of going to him because of his reaction anyway. Yeah, he needed to make sure it was on a tight leash.

By the time he got the third finger in his arse and was fucking himself with them roughly, Bill was ready to go. Harry was ready as well, arched up off the bed, moaning his name with the fingers of both hands dug in his hair, cock throbbing in his mouth. Good! Pulling his mouth off Harry's cock, he gave the head a slow lick before perching over Harry on all fours. Kissing him passionately, he then broke it off and looked down at him. Panting, he said, voice husky, “I want to ride you and feel your cock in my arse.”
Nodding vigorously, flushed, blood pounding in his ears, Harry sat up then situated himself against the headboard of the bed in a sitting position. Giving Bill a heated look, he waited, reaching down to stroke his pulsing cock as he did. This was always great, though he liked bottoming as well. Bill, no matter what they did, always made him feel great.
Shifting around, Bill straddled Harry, gripping onto the headboard of the bed with one hand. With the other, he reached back and grabbed Harry's cock. Holding it to his now loosened entrance, he began to lower himself down on it. Head falling back, he moaned loudly as Harry's cock filled his arse. “So good,” he moaned out as he slid down on it. Holding still to adjust to the slight burning at the entrance, Bill leaned forward and kissed Harry passionately, his tongue slipping into his mouth as he did. While doing that, he grabbed Harry's hand and led it to his cock. When Harry started stroking it, while their lips were still locked, he began to move up and down. This would suffice for a few minutes, until he wanted something harder to get the both of them off, then he would have Harry start to thrust. For now, though, he liked it as he could get used to the cock in his arse.
Feeling Bill's arse grind on his cock, Harry moaned in his mouth. Oh, this was bloody fantastic, as it always was! Wrapping one arm around his older lover, he held onto him tightly while he stroked his cock. While doing that, he began to thrust upwards a little. It wasn't much, but he couldn't help himself.
When Harry started to fuck him, Bill broke off the kiss. Head falling back, he moaned loudly. “Harder, Harry,” he panted out, clamping his arse tightly around Harry's cock as he moved.
Moaning himself at that, Harry began to thrust up harder, holding tightly to Bill as he did. Panting, he watched Bill's face as he fucked him. Oh, that was the biggest bloody turn on in the whole damned world! More than the act itself. He adored that he could bring Bill so much pleasure. Thrusting harder and faster, Harry panted heavily, moaning Bill's name.
Looking back at Harry, both hands now on the headboard to steady himself as Harry fucked him, Bill made sure he was up enough on his knees that Harry could easily thrust into him. Body flushed red, sweat beading off him, he panted, gazing at Harry as his younger lover fucked him. “So good,” He moaned, eyes locked with Harry.
Gripping Bill's hip with one hand while stroking his cock with the other, Harry kept his eyes on Bill's face as he fucked him. Body slick with sweat, it felt like his blood was almost a liquid fire and a hot knot in his belly was throbbing madly. Panting harder, he ground his teeth as he felt his throbbing balls start to signal that release was coming. They never lasted long together because, usually, they didn't have much time alone and it was far in between sessions when they managed to find somewhere to have sex. So, it was always a case of something very heated and passionate that happened quickly.
Feeling his body seem to catch fire, knowing what that meant, a trembling Bill told Harry, “I want to feel you cum in my arse.”
Nodding to let Bill know he heard, Harry began to grind up into Bill, stroking the man's cock faster as he did. Eyes sliding shut, he grunted softly as he fucked Bill. Head dropping back, he moaned, “Gonna cum!”
Clamping his arse tightly around Harry's cock, Bill panted heavily. Putting a hand over Harry's, he had him stroke his cock just the way he liked until his whole body seemed to ignite. Letting out a strangled cry, he came, coating Harry's chest with his cum.
Feeling Bill's arse spasm around his cock, Harry let out a soft shout and came, flooding Bill's arse, hips still thrusting as he rode out his orgasm, body dancing with the pleasurable sensations.

Walking circles around the bottom floor, though making sure to avoid everyone so no one asked questions, Sirius was waiting for Harry and Bill to come down. It seemed like forever at this point, honestly, but he wasn’t about to go up and disturb what was going on either. If what he saw the start of was pressing on, there was no way in hell that he was going to interrupt! He'd get pissed as hell if someone did that to him, so he wasn't going to do it to them either. It was just that he was going batshite trying to figure some of this out and wanted answers to all the questions now bouncing around inside his head. Those could only come from the two upstairs at the moment. Already, when it came to the chunk mentioned about them needing help with something physical, his mind was all over the place, conjuring the worst case scenarios for what it might be. That was making the batshite even worse than it was before, something he did not need! All he kept remind himself was to keep it under control and when they did make an appearance to not lose his temper. That would not help anything!
Just when he thought he was going even more mental than he was from the waiting, Sirius stopped his walk around the bottom floor and cocked an ear. Bill and Harry were coming down. Good. Hurrying over to the bottom of the stairs, he waited. He wasn't sure how he was going to go about this anyway, though he had a rudimentary plan for it. Honestly? It was something he was just going to have to play by ear to start with.
Waiting, trying to keep his foot from tapping in agitation, Sirius was relieved when the two came into view. He waited for them to step off the stairs then asked, quietly, “Would you two mind joining me for a quick chat? There are a couple of things I want to talk to you about.” He hoped that his voice was neutral enough that it didn't put them both on edge over it. That he didn't want to do.
Looking at Bill, brow furrowed, Harry was wondering what this was about. He didn't think Sirius knew anything was 'off' anywhere, but couldn't figure out what might be going on either. Seeing Bill give a shrug, not looking at all concerned about it, Harry looked at his godfather and said, “Sure, Sirius.”
Motioning them to follow, Sirius led them to a small room at the back of the house. Once they stepped in, he warded it to where no one could hear or get in. After that was done, he stepped over to the two. Looking between them, he sighed, still not sure how to go about this. However, he thought he had a good jumping off point. Quietly, he said, glancing between them, “First of all, I want to say I'm sorry to both of you.”
Now really confused, Harry wasn't sure what to make of that. Another glance at Bill told him the man was just as befuddled as he was. Shaking his head, he looked back at Sirius and asked, “What for?”
Staring down at the floor, Sirius sighed, folding his arms over his chest then told him, “Because I forgot that I can get through any ward in this house not put up by family. Not long ago, I walked in on the two of you and something very private because I forgot about that.”
“Oh, bollocks,” Harry moaned, looking down at the floor and scrubbing a hand through his hair.
Putting a hand on Harry's shoulder and giving a squeeze, Bill just looked at Sirius and waited. He wasn't at all ashamed of his relationship with Harry, so he didn't honestly care what anyone thought of it. All he wanted to know was which way Sirius leaned on it before he said anything.
Looking at his godson after glancing at Bill, Sirius lowered his voice then told him, “Harry, it doesn't matter. I don't care. If Bill makes you happy, that's all that matters to me.” Glancing at Bill, seeing a small smile on his face and a nod, he pressed on, “I won't say anything either, until the two of you are ready to tell everyone.”
Sighing, Harry looked at Sirius and nodded, folding his arms over his chest, but said nothing.
“I just—for my own knowledge on this—how long has this been going on?” Sirius asked, looking between the two. “What I saw and heard tells me a while.”
“When Harry and I met when he was fourteen, it clicked,” Bill told him honestly. Seeing Sirius' eyes widen and hearing him start to stammer, Bill shook his head. “Nothing went on then. We spent the time from that point to when he was sixteen getting to know each other. We talked when we could get together. Other than that, we wrote letters. Those went through Fred and George so no one knew we were writing. It shifted when he hit the legal age of consent. I give you my word nothing happened before then.”
Relieved at that, Sirius nodded. “Understood,” he said with a sigh. “How many know about this? From what I heard, it doesn't sound like many.” Stopping, he waited to see what was said.
“Fred, George and Charlie. That's all. Most others wouldn't handle it well. We were waiting until Harry hit seventeen to say anything to anyone. Even then—we were going to hold off for as long as we could manage. Quite frankly, it's none of most people's business anyway.”
“I agree,” Sirius told him firmly with a nod. Softening his tone, he asked, “What are both of you going to do about this? It doesn't sound like, from what I heard, most will take it well.”
“If they can't handle it, it's their problem, Sirius,” Bill told him firmly. “I don't care who they are. The only issues we're really going to have comes from my family, especially mum. She's going to go off the deep end. Everyone else—they don't matter and we don't care.”
Understanding that, Sirius wasn't sure what to say. Shaking his head, he imparted, “She's your mother, Bill. It's going to be hard.”
Snorting, Bill told him, “It's her problem, Sirius. Mum has the kids she wants at home right now, save one; Percy. Those are all that matter to her. Charlie, the twins and I never did, other than what she could get out of us or to get the shine of the spotlight from something we did. And it's not so much the relationship itself that's going to bother her, but the fact that Ginny won't get the one thing she wants more than anything in this world; Harry. That's what's going to piss her off the most. If she can't handle it, it's her problem, not ours.” Stopping, he sighed then said, “Let's not get into all of that now. It's coming, Harry and I know it, it's just not the time for it. Later on we'll talk about it, alright?”
Taking that in, Sirius' eyes widened, not sure what to think. From what he saw of Molly, she adored all her kids.
Seeing that look on Sirius' face, Bill gave an amused snort and grinned. Giving Harry a squeeze on the shoulder, he said, “Trust me, mum isn't what she's shown all of you. The parts she has of it, you've all ignored. Like the time she told you off when it came to Harry. Because, trust me, her and dad are not the next best thing Harry has to parents. If they were, they would have stopped much of what went on long ago. It was for show, Sirius. And all of you let it go on, thinking it was just part of her protection instincts when it comes to her kids. No, it's not. It's to look good. Nothing more. Let's—leave this until a later date, alright? We'll talk about it. Just not right now.”
“We'll leave it,” Sirius told him with firm nod, though his mind was already racing over some of the past interactions to see if he could pinpoint some examples that he might have read wrong. However, he pressed on. “One of the things I heard was you wanted to get with me about something.” Seeing the two look at him and observing the apprehension on Harry's face, he assured them, “I'll keep it under control, I swear! No going mental, even if I feel like it.”
“We need help, Sirius, but we don't need you losing it either when you find out about what,” Bill told him firmly. “That's not going to help anything and it won't fix this.” Unlike Harry or some of the younger lot, he had no problem standing firm with someone older than him, especially when it was something like this.
“My word I’ll keep it under control,” Sirius told him firmly. “Now, what's going on.”
Looking at the man to gauge that, Bill gave a slow nod. Sighing, he looked at Harry then said, “We'll start with the easiest one first. Harry, can you take your shirt off and show him the one problem?”
Though apprehensive about this as he knew Sirius wouldn't react well, despite assurances, Harry glanced at Bill then nodded. Taking his shirt off and turning around, he waited, stiff, hoping that Sirius kept it under control as he promised.
Pointing to the long scars on Harry's lower back, ones that continued on downwards, he said, “That's part of what Harry's 'not the most loving of families' have done to him over the years. We've gotten them softened up, something we knew we had to do before we got rid of them, and hid them with a balm Charlie and I found after I first saw them, but we need something to eradicate them. Looking into it, we found a couple of balms that will work, but it's going to take years for them to fully get rid of them. And they won't hide them. We need something that works faster and can hide them.”
Feeling his temper soar at what he was seeing, Sirius wanted to kill someone, well, three someones, but kept a tight grip on it. Rubbing a trembling hand over his face, he looked at the scars then shook his head. “Merlin,” he muttered then shook his head. “There are more than I'm seeing now, aren't there?”
“Plenty,” Bill confirmed. “They go down to his upper thighs. And, trust me, until we started covering them, there is no way people missed these. They just chose not to do anything about them.”
Shaking, not sure what to do, grinding his teeth as he did, Sirius shut his eyes and started to count, trying to keep his temper under control. When he thought he had a handle on it, he said, voice shaking, “I'll grab Remus later to see what he knows or where we can look on the topic. We'll come up with something for it. Just—until then, I'll teach you a glamour to cover them. As in a spell. That'll hide them. We'll find something, Harry, I swear.”
Putting an arm around Harry, Bill pulled him close, a hand resting on the side of his head. Stroking it, he continued to look at the fuming Sirius. The man was keeping it under control. Good. That's what they needed. Looking at Harry, seeing him flush, he gave him a squeeze. This was hard on Harry, that he knew, but it was for the best.
Tearing his eyes away from the scars, Sirius smoothed down his goatee nervously, shaking his head. Looking at Bill, he asked, trying to keep his voice level, “There's another problem you mentioned?”
“It's actually more pressing,” Bill nodded. “The scars are cosmetic, we get that, but it's something we want removed. The other, though, we need to do something about before it really affects Harry using his wand.”
Looking between the two, focusing on that, Sirius asked, “What's the problem? If it affects him using his wand, we need to find a way to fix it, fast.”
Nudging Harry and letting him loose so he could slip his shirt back on, Bill sighed. “Let Harry show you and I'll walk you through what happened then what we know.”
Putting his shirt back on, Harry hopped up onto the edge of a small desk that was sitting there then held out his wand hand.
Seeing the trembling there, though it was slight, Bill held Harry's wrist to steady it. Looking at Sirius, he said, “Late last summer, just before he was brought here, his uncle deliberately slammed Harry's hand in a door, five times. He made damned sure it was his dominant hand. Doing that broke most of the bones in it. Charlie and I were able to fix that quickly enough as Harry got in touch with me that day. However, there's not only slight nerve damage now, something causing very minor tremors, but it started aching when it rained last year. We managed to find a medical scan to check for anything off and found he's developing a form of Wizarding arthritis in it. If it keeps progressing, he will have problems. Not only that, we need to find him something better for pain. It's not only bothering him when it rains now, but other times as well, especially in the winter.”
“Bloody fucking hell,” Sirius muttered, flushing bright red, temper soaring into previously unknown territory. Reaching out, he took Harry's hand in his own trembling one and felt it. He could easily feel the bone overgrowth where it was repaired. Holding onto the hand, he scrubbed his other one through his hair. “How in the hell did anyone not know how bad it was there?”
“They knew,” Bill shot right back. “Don't tell me they didn't. They ignored it. Fred and George, even Ron, told mum what they encountered after their first year. Everyone knows how skinny Harry is when they decide to release him from that place finally. You can't tell me starving someone is not a form of abuse. We won't talk about anything else everyone who's been over there and met the Dursleys has seen. Arabella Figg, and all she's seen over the years, we won't even get into. Not to mention how she answers directly to Albus. They've ignored it, all of them. And we all know physical abuse is a very logical leap from some of that, especially when it stems from hatred. Don't let anyone fool you, Sirius, most know how bad this was. If they didn't, they could take a very good guess and would get it right. They just chose to ignore it.”

Teeth grinding, Sirius was shaking. People were determined that he actually become what he was sent to prison for, that he was sure of, because he wanted to murder three people at this point. “Merlin,” was finally all he was able to mutter in a shaking voice. Thinking it over, looking up at the ceiling, he said, “Alright—let me—we'll get Remus involved. It won't go any further. I know he knows more about all of this kind of thing than I do. Especially when it comes to managing pain. He can come up with something better than I can. Or, between the two of us, we'll figure out a way to get Harry in to see a Healer. That is probably the better option when it comes to this. We need something to stop the progression of the arthritis before it gets worse.” Shaking his head, he mumbled, “Fucking idiots.”
“Don't, Sirius,” Harry told his godfather softly, looking at him. “It's done and over. There's nothing you can do. I'm out of there forever. And never going back, no matter what anyone says. We'll just work on fixing what's there now. The rest and the past don't matter.”
Looking at his godson, Sirius didn't know what to say. Dropping Harry's hand, he pulled him into a tight hug then told him, “I'm sorry. I should have noticed then done something.”
Seeing Harry hug Sirius, Bill told the man, gently, “There was nothing you could do, Sirius. Everyone made damned sure of that and you had no way to find out. Charlie and I have handled it since we found out about it the best we could. We at least made sure that Harry was fed and any problems were taken care of.”
“I'm his godfather. I should have known or done something,” Sirius muttered, holding Harry tightly.
“And everyone around here has made damned sure you weren't going to be able to fulfill that role for whatever reason,” Bill sighed, looking at the floor. Scuffing at it with one of his boots, he told him, “Probably for different reasons, but they made sure of it. Mum sure wasn't going to let you because she liked being Harry's surrogate mother, though she wasn't a good one. Albus wasn't. He made sure the two of you stayed apart. Everyone else—let's call them sheep and leave it at that.” Shaking his head, he added, “Charlie, George, Fred and I did everything we could to protect Harry and help. We made sure he was taken care of to the best of our abilities. It wasn't the same as getting him out of there, but it was far better than what it was. Harry also knew how to get in touch with us when it was bad or he needed help. With the position you were in, there was no way for you to do that. We did all we could, Sirius.”

Still holding Harry tightly to him, Sirius mumbled, “And I thank you for that.” Shaking his head and breaking off the hug, though keeping one hand on Harry's shoulder, he said, firmly, “We'll work with it from here. And I promise I won't go over and hex their arses into oblivion. I'll keep it under control. We'll find something to fix this.”
Before Sirius was able to press on, the whole house was rocked by what sounded like an explosion. Almost thrown off his feet, Sirius was able to steady himself when it was rocked again, another explosion heard. Eyes wide, he looked at the equally stunned Bill then rushed to the window to see what was going on. Looking at the park across the street, he breathed, “Oh, bugger a fucking dragon! It's a Death Eater convention plus the great snake faced git. We have problems!”
Just as Sirius was turning to Bill to tell him to grab everyone, three bright red lightning strikes came down through the ceiling, shooting through each of them. Though it didn't exactly hurt, it sure as hell made Sirius' hair stand on end. Looking at Bill and Harry, he could see that both of them were equally stunned and shaking. This wasn't good, not at all. Shaking his head, Sirius said, wand out, “Alright, Bill—go grab everyone in the house and meet us in the front room. I'll keep Harry with me. Once we figure out what in the hell is going on, we'll shout for reinforcements. Seeing Bill nod then take off, Sirius took Harry by the wrist and pulled him along behind him. This was bad. No one could get through the wards of the house, he knew that, but a direct attack and trying was not a good sign of anything!

Standing at the front window with Harry behind him, Sirius watched as the Death Eaters and You-Know-Who himself all kept firing spells at the house. From what he could see, they were trying to take the wards apart. That wouldn't work, thankfully, but this wasn't good if they were being this obvious. Plus, already the houses on either side of them were on fire. He could see and smell the smoke from that, not to mention hearing the fire trucks approaching with sirens blaring. Shaking his head, he didn't know what to do about this. It was plenty bad, that's for damned sure.
Looking over his shoulder as Bill came in with everyone, including Narcissa, who was in just a dressing gown. Seeing the wide-eyed looks and almost panicked expressions, he said, “Someone needs to get in touch with Albus then sound the alarm to the rest. This isn't good. We're under full attack. As they've set off Muggle emergency services, we're going to have plenty from the Ministry here as well. It's best to get everyone here we can. Just make sure that you tell them it's Death Eater central across the street and they aren't even trying to hide who they are.”
Eyes wide as he stepped up behind Sirius to look out the window, Remus shook his head. Rubbing his hands together, he said, “Severus can send a Patronus to Albus and fill him in. I'll Floo everyone else and let them know, telling them to either Apparate directly onto the front steps or come via Floo. The wards should hold against anything they throw at it, but this isn't good. Especially since something got through.” Looking at Sirius, he asked, “Did you get hit with some kind of a strange lightning bolt?”
“We did,” Sirius confirmed, seeing Harry and Bill nod as well. “All three of us were.”
“That's not good,” Lucius said, peering out the window, his hand on a pale Draco's shoulder. “I don't know what got through, but whatever it was may have mutated because of the warding around the house. Whatever it might have started out as probably won't be what we got hit with.”
Clutching onto Lucius' arm, Narcissa looked around then asked, as Remus and Severus left to tend to contacting who was needed, “Any idea of what it was? I didn't see it or get hit with one.”
“No clue,” Sirius said, eyes locked on those in the park. “We aren't feeling anything, at least yet.”
Looking down at his wand arm as it tingled, Harry flexed his hand, brow furrowed. Something was starting to itch. Not sure what it was, he shook his head until he saw a bright red band appear on his wrist then three long tails, looking almost like braids of some kind, trail down from it. Eyes widening, he began to stammer as they fully formed then initials appeared on each one, one on each strand. Quickly, he was able to figure out that they were the initials of him, Bill and Sirius. After that, the ends of the strands seemed to braid together and form an elaborate knot on the end. Oh, this was not good, whatever it was! Nudging Bill, who was behind him, he held up his arm for him to see.
Eyes wide at what Harry was showing him, Bill felt his gut clench. This was not good! Quickly, he pushed up his own sleeve and looked at his own wand arm. The same thing was there. “Oh, bloody hell,” he breathed. “Sirius, I think I know what spell hit us! Look at your arm!” Watching the man shove up his sleeve, he then looked around, seeing curious glances cast in his direction, he said, “Anyone hit with one of the lightning bolts, look at your wand arm.” Looking back down at his, he shook his head then looked at the park across the street. Whatever spell they cast that got through those wards bound him, Harry and Sirius together, for life. And he would bet it did the same for the others that were hit with it. This was not good, not at all!
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