His Secret

Arguments and Results

A/N – A big thank you to my beta Rina ;)

Harry wasn't sure he was able to face the results of the scan. He sat in his room taking deep breathes as Fred, George and Ginny tried to soothe him. Suddenly Maddy appeared in the doorway. Harry looked up expectantly.

"You have guests, Mr. Potter," she announced.

"Okay, thanks. Who is it?" Harry asked, chewing his lip in the hope it wasn't anybody important.

"A Miss Hermione Granger and a Mr. Ronald Weasley," Maddy said kindly.

"Oh, good. Can you please send them in?" Harry questioned.

"Of course. You are allowed in now," Maddy informed two people waiting outside the door.

"Hey, Harry," Ron greeted in a cheerful voice. Harry tried not to scowl, why did these two see so unnatural around him – was it because they too thought him to be fragile, an object which might break by their mere touch? Was it because they could no longer look up to him? Was it because they saw who he really was? A freak, a burden.

"Hullo," Harry replied, his voice dull.

"Oh, Harry, we've been so worried about you!" Hermione exclaimed. She looked as if she was about to fling herself onto him, but decided not to.

"I'm fine." Harry retorted.

"You should have told us earlier mate," Ron began but Harry had had enough.

"Told you earlier?" he spat. "Why Ron? So you could stare at me? So you could finally see me for the freak I really am?"

"Harry, don't say-" Hermione began, but Ron cut her off,

"No, so we could help you!" he exclaimed in frustration.

"Well a damn lot of help you've been!" Harry yelled. "While I've been stuck on my own all summer with no news and you have no idea what other rubbish, you have been sitting cozy! But ohh if I told you you could have helped? Well I'm sorry! Yet again it is all my fault!"

"No, Harry we didn't mean it like-" Hermione tried to intervene.

"Didn't mean it like that? Well that's what it sounded like to me."

"Harry, mate, calm-"

"Don't you dare tell me to calm down!" Harry shouted, launching himself at Ron. Fred and George, who had been trying to let the trio work this out themselves grabbed Harry. This made him thrash more violently, panic feeding his anger.

"Ginny, get Jason," Fred gasped. Ginny nodded silently and fled down the corridor. Moments later she returned with a hurried looking Jason at her side.

"Harry, it's okay, nobody here means you harm. You are safe. I am your Healer remember? Jason? Yes, that's it Harry." Jason stood to the side of Harry, his arms steadily wrapping firmly around his body, offering a comforting pair of strong arms. Ron just stood there looking shocked that his best friend had tried to attack him – and a little bit frightened.

Harry's body fell stiff as Jason sent calming magic into him, sitting him on the foot of the bed.

"Feeling better?" he asked kindly. Harry looked straight ahead of him, his eyes glassy.

"Can they leave please?" Harry's tone was soft, stiff and scared.

"Of course Harry," Jason said calmly, gesturing for Ron and Hermione to leave – they quickly complied. Jason pretended not to notice the deep sigh and the sudden relax in Harry's muscles after they left – nor the few tears sparkling in his eyes. "Do you want come to my office Harry?" Harry gave a small nod, allowing himself to be lead to him healers office.