My savior

Badly kept secrets

This chapter will contain content that might be triggering to some people, you have been warned.
This skips ahead to when Harry is 14 and tom is 16, if I am moving along too quickly please tell me. I don't mind slowing down and adding more details in between the main events that I will write about.
Thanks.

Five years after their initial meeting.
Tom;

As I read my book I couldn't help but notice the noise coming from my window, it was like someone was throwing many small rocks at the glass. I was sure that it was rain, but I looked to make certain, I liked watching rain anyway.

The bed made noises as I sat up from my previous position, it was an old bed so that was to be expected. The mattress was also extremely uncomfortable though I wasn't complaining, at least I had a bed.

Bending down, I looked out the window and unsurprisingly saw little water droplets covering the glass, making it hard to see out of it.

Then I noticed a figure walking towards the orphanage, which was strange since I knew that everyone was inside. I was always the last to come in.

I squinted but it didn't help, then I realized that if I'd just opened the window then I'd be able to see. For being a genius things sure did slip my mind a lot.

I opened the window and winced at the screeching sound it emitted. Damn old window.

Once I could clearly make out the figure I was surprised to find that it was Harry. That was peculiar, Harry didn't usually visit the orphanage this late and we'd already hung out today. Was something wrong? I hoped if there was that somebody else had been hurt and not Harry.

Leaving the window open I went downstairs to the main floor and reached the red door just as Harry knocked. I opened the door and let harry inside. He must be cold.

The first thing I noticed was his shaking, too strong to be just from the cold since it was spring. Then the blood and after his tears. I grabbed his arm before anyone noticed, a visible wince rocked Harry's already shaking body, and dragged him upstairs to my room.

Once we had finally made it to my room harry hugged me and started to bawl. I squeezed him back and tried my best to comfort him, not something I was good at but I was willing to do so for harry. He continued like that for so long that I had moved us to my bed and his legs where now wrapped around my waist.

Harry was still such a small person, skinny as well. It was painfully obvious with him wrapped around me, I was still a whole head taller then him. He was so thin I could even feel Harry's ribs through his oversized t shirt. I hated the Dursleys for it, I even fantasize about how I'd torture them whenever I saw how they treated Harry. They were probably the reason why he was bawling on my lap right now.

After a good twenty minutes harry had finally composed himself enough to lift his head from my neck and look at me. He took a deep breath and got up from my lap. It looked as though he was going to tell me something big and I started to mentally prepare myself.

After another deep breath harry lifted his shirt over his head and threw it on the floor. Before I could question why he had stripped his shirt I noticed the huge deep purple bruises on his stomach, neck, legs, and arms. I would've been horrified if it wasn't for the fact that I had assumed that this had happened.

"I had been keeping the fact that Vernon abused me a secret sense I didn't want you to do anything." He paused." Extreme." I could still hear the shuddering in his voice from all his crying." But I needed someone to confide in, Vernon was drunk and angry tonight and Dudley broke a glass earlier. Vernon found it and Dudley blamed it on me, he was furious. And." Harry looked down at himself, shuddering more." And he, well he beat the ever living shit out of me." Harry finally spit out.