Ron Weasley was very annoyed. Not with exams, not with Malfoy, hell, not even with Snape. he was currently very annoyed with The Boy who Lived. Yes, his best friend. Something was bothering him and he knew it. But, whenever Ron would ask "whats wrong?" all he would get in reply would be a shake of the head or "nothing". Ron knew better than to pester his best mate but this was insane.
He was lying in his bed looking up at the ceiling at two in the morning when he head a sniffle coming from the common room. "did you hear that Harry?" he asked and look over at his bed. There was no figure lying on the bed and no reply came from the raven haired boy's mouth. Ron got out of bed and made his way downstairs to the common room.
"Harry?" he asked and what he saw made him shocked. Harry Potter, the Harry Potter, was curled up in a lounge chair, gripping a pillow and crying. "Harry! what happened?" Ron said casting a Silencing charm around the common room, and kneeling down infant of the chair. "Im fine" Harry whispered. "Harry, you are definitely not fine so tell me whats wrong, I can help." Ron said putting a hand on Harrys head. "stress". Ron felt bad for him. Of course he was stressed. "Dursleys." He whimpered unconsciously gripping his forearm. "Hey, whats wrong with your arm?" Ron asked calmly. "N-Nothing." Harry stuttered. "Harry-" "I SAID NOTHING RON!" Harry bellowed standing in a rush.
Ron took a step back. But was once again at Harrys side when suddenly Harry collapsed. He appeared to be unconscious. "Harry? Harry!" Ron said holding Harrys face in his hands and lightly slapping his cheek. "Im scared" Ron heard Harry whisper. "Why? Why are you scared?" "Because I'm not the one who yelled" Rons heart sunk. "did someone use the imperius curse on you?" he asked helping Harry to a near by sofa and sitting next to him. "Im gonna sound mental but I think Voldemorts in my mind" Ron didn't think he sounded mental at all. "What if I hurt someone?" Harry whispered and started rubbing his forearm again. Ron put his hand on top of Harrys arm and gently removed his hand. This time Harry didnt fight and let Ron roll up his sleeve. Ron saw a bug ugly bruise resting on his forearm. "The Dursleys did this?" he asked concerend. "Not-not all" Harry stuttered again.
Ron gave him a look as if saying to "carry on" and Harry hesitantly took off his shirt. Big bruises, cuts, scratches, welts, and scars littered his back. "Oh Harry" Harry's shoulders started shaking and ron new he was crying. At that exact moment and time Ron swore to try and protect Harry from anything and everything.
A/N This was actually supposed to be a tickle fic but i just went along with this haha. HOPE YOU ENJOYED HARRY AND RON ARE MY BROTP :)
