Finding Comfort

Authors Notes: Hi all! I am not giving up on The Sixth Year. This came to me while I was writing the sixth chapter so I thought I would post. You should have the next chapter in a day or so. I'm trying to do a long chapter for you all. So enjoy and let me know what you think!


Harry was sitting out under a tree in the back yard of Grimulad Place. The sun was setting and he knew he shouldn't be out here but he really didn't care. He hurt so much. He was curled in a ball, sobbing. He was crying for Sirius. He wanted his Sirius. He killed his Sirius.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Come back, please, Siri, come back." He whimpered.

In the house Bill was standing at a window looking out into the back yard. He saw a small ball and knew it to be a person. The only person he knew that could go that small was Harry. He knew he was in pain and so he went out to see what he could do.

Suddenly Harry felt a hand on his shoulder. He glanced up and saw Bill. Bill was kneeling next to him worry on his face.

"Harry?" He whispered gently.

Harry let out a strangled sob. Bill picked the younger man up and held him. When he realized that they would be there for a while he moved so his back was against a tree. He pulled Harry to him. The older wizard maneuvered Harry so he was facing him from his lap. Harry's legs extended past bills hips.

Bill gently guided Harry's head to the base of his neck. One hand stayed there while the other moved to rub up and down his back. Then he started whispering in his ear.

"Harry, it's alright love. Everything will be okay. There are so many people who care about and love you. We will help you through this. Everything will be okay. I'm here. You're not alone. It's okay, cry it out. I'm here. You are not alone. You will never be alone again. We will never leave you alone again."

Bill began to rock gently. He was hoping the motion would send the boy to sleep. It wasn't healthy, this much crying. He was going to make himself sick. And he really didn't want to resort to using a potion. He knew he would if he had to. He hated to see this child in so much pain. He was like another little brother. It hurt to see him hurting so. He continued rocking and stroking his hand up and down his back. He started to sing softly. He always used to when one of his younger siblings would come to his room at night after a nightmare.

"You are my sunshine

My only sunshine

You make me happy

When skies are gray

You'll never know dear

How much I love you

Please don't take my sunshine away"

Bill looked down and saw Harry opening and closing his eyes slowly. He was trying so hard to fight sleep. Bill smiled softly down at the angelic face. The child who could bear so much pain yet still has it in him to love unconditionally. Bill rocked slowly trying to push him over the edge. When he noticed that that wasn't working he started singing you'll be in my heart.

"Come stop your crying It will be alright Just take my hand Hold it tight I will protect you from all around you I will be here don't you cry"

Bill glanced down and looked at the precious bundle in his arms. He did not have a fair lot in life but he was struggling through. Harry whimpered softly at the lack of voice.

"For one so small you seem so strong my arms will hold you Keep you safe and warm this bond between us can't be broken I will be here don't you cry."

Harry was asleep. Bill stood slowly, trying not to jostle his self appointed charge. He walked quickly and silently to the house and up to his room. He placed the young man in his bed and removed his shoes and then transfigured his clothing into pajamas, and, after doing the same to himself, crawled in after him, pulling him close. He didn't want Harry to wake up alone. H looked down on the boy and gently reached out and brushed the tears off his face with his thumb. Bill whispered "nox" and the lights went out. He planted a light kiss on the famous scar, promising that he would be there for him for as long as he is needed, promising to never leave.