Date: Sat, 13 Dec 2008 08:36:36 +0000
From: Mister Fish <fishnifty@googlemail.com>
Subject: Colin's Picture Service - part four

WARNING:
This a work of fiction.  This story depicts sexual
situations between fictional minors.  It may be illegal for
you to read this.


DISCLAIMER:
This is written in British English.  I did not create, do
not own, and assert no rights towards Harry Potter (J. K.
Rowling/Bloomsbury/Scholastic/Warner Bros).  No money is
being made and no copyright or trademark infringement or
defamation is intended.


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COLIN'S PICTURE SERVICE
By Mister Fish

(Part Four)

###

"How does it feel?"  Colin asked.

"Hot," Dennis breathed, and Harry said, "Big," and "Good"
and "Filling me" and Dennis said "oh" and "moving around
me," their words running into and over each other.

Colin chuckled lightly.  "Good boys."

Harry shifted a little and Dennis's hands closed on his
raised legs, holding Harry, almost pulling him, though they
were already as close as possible.  That cock, so big on the
boy, felt even bigger inside; when Harry squeezed around it,
Dennis gasped, clutching at him harder, hips twitching.
Harry wanted to touch him, to touch himself, straining at
the tie that bound him tight.

"Den," said Colin softly.  "Hey, Dennis."

The younger Creevey finally looked up, wet lips parted as he
breathed heavily, blinking glassy eyes at his brother.  "Uh-
huh?"

"You're supposed to move, dumbo," Colin said affectionately.
"Go on.  Give him what he needs."  He stroked Harry's cheek.
"Tell him, Harry."

"Y-yeah," Harry said, managing to nod, his hair brushing
Colin's belly.  "Do it."

"Say the word," Colin coached.

Dennis licked his lips, did it again.  Harry swallowed.

"Move," he said; the word came out somewhere between an
order and a plea.  Colin nudged him and Harry, realising
what Colin wanted, what he himself wanted because that ten-
year-old cock had started an itch in his insides that could
only be scratched by one thing, added, "Fuck me, Dennis."

"R-right," Dennis said.

Balanced on his spread knees, hands clenched around Harry's
legs, Dennis carefully pulled back until only the head of
his cock was still in Harry.  Just as carefully, he pushed
back in, making Harry moan with the slow tease of it.  When
Dennis pulled back again, Harry lifted his lips a little
more, and the boy leaned forward, both pushing Harry's legs
back more and using them for support as he sank back in, his
weight behind it this time, moving faster, somehow deeper,
better angled.

"Tha--" Harry started, and then the end of the stroke pushed
across his sweet spot and his words caught in his throat.

There were sparks under his skin, rushing through him.
Dennis did it again, and again, each time pulling almost all
the way out and then plunging deep, getting faster as he
grew more confident in his strokes.  Harry felt sweat bead
on his skin, heard grunts each time Dennis hit home and
realised they were his own.

"Wow," Colin breathed.  "Way to go, Dennis."

"Fuh," Dennis managed in response, hips working.  "Nng!"

Harry lifted his head again to watch Dennis's face, undone
by pleasure, the boy's cheeks flushed, his eyes half-closed,
his mouth half-open; the peculiar beauty of sex.  Colin's
fingers brushed the side of his face and Dennis slipped out
of focus as Harry's glasses lifted away.

"Hey!" he complained.

Colin folded them neatly, putting them to one side.  "As fun
as this is to watch," he said, letting Harry gently down so
that the older boy's head was once more hanging back off the
edge of the bed, "I've got something for you."

Exact details were vague but Harry, looking down -- or up,
directions got confused when you were upside down -- could
see well enough to make out Colin grasping the base of his
cock and waggling it suggestively.  Each new thrust from
Dennis made Harry's head move, Colin's cock swinging in and
out of focus.  As the boy moved closer, Harry closed his
eyes.  Colin smelt clean.  There was a faint, lingering
chemical scent, developing solution, but Harry couldn't tell
if that was Colin or the room; mostly he could smell sex and
the soap the boys all used, like Colin had cleaned himself
in preparation.  Remembering the note as the boy leaned over
him, Harry decided Colin probably had.  Proper preparation
for prick performance.

The head of Colin's cock pressed against his lips.  The head
of Dennis's cock rubbed across his prostate again.

Harry's lips parted and Colin's cock pressed in, sliding
against his tongue.  He closed his lips around it and sucked
gently as Colin first pulled back, then pressed in again,
getting a little deeper with each stroke.  Colin's hands
stroked across his shoulders, down over his chest, fingers
tweaking at his nipples.  Harry could hear Dennis panting in
time to his thrusts, hear his own heart beating fast in his
ears.  Colin made a little, almost whimpering noise,
thrusting deeper, pulling back a little when Harry gagged,
only to do it again, and again, until Harry timed it right
to swallow around him, letting the boy into his throat.

It took a minute, but soon Colin and Dennis were moving in
sync, the older brother thrusting in to Harry's throat as
the younger pulled out of Harry's arse and then both
reversing, Colin slow back, Dennis hard in.  Neither spoke;
none of them made any voluntary sound.  Still, the air
filled with grunts and groans, forced out of them by rising
heat and coiling tension, to counterpoint the wet slap of
flesh against flesh.

Bouncing with each incoming thrust, Harry's cock twitched,
precome strung between its head and his belly.  The ache in
his shoulders, his weight on his bound wrists, the feel of
the bed and the pillow under him; all these things faded
away.  It was like there was nothing in the world but cock,
invading stiffness and heat and his own, throbbing in
response.  Nose pressed against Colin's balls, he moaned
around Colin's cock, feeling the boy shudder at the
vibrations.

Dennis suddenly sped up, thrusts getting shorter, harder,
rabbit fucking Harry's arse.  In contrast, Colin slowed
down, long slides across Harry's lips and tongue and throat.
Harry sucked harder, something tightening in his belly as
Dennis grunted louder and louder with each thrust.  Long
before it could break, Dennis let out a delightful squeal,
hammering his cock into Harry who felt it expand and jerk
inside him.  The boy collapsed forward onto him, only Harry
legs keeping him up.

As the tension inside began to recede, Harry couldn't help
making a disappointed, keening noise.

"Just give him a second," Colin said, somewhere above Harry.
"Dennis can't squirt yet.  He can go again right away."

Dennis made a happy noise of agreement.  His cock hadn't
gone soft at all inside Harry.  Colin pulled his hips back
until Harry's lips closed just behind his head.  When Harry
licked at Colin's slit, it tasted sweet; sweeter than his
own and much sweeter than Cedric, who always tasted bitter.
Dennis might not have been old enough, but Colin definitely
was, and Harry sucked harder, wishing his hands were free,
not just to work his own cock, but so that he could touch
the brothers.  Caress Dennis's chest, his little boy
nipples.  Squeeze Colin's arse.  Maybe push a finger or two
into him.  Somewhere along the way he'd gone from reluctant,
through willing, to actual anticipation.

Maybe it was because, with Cedric, it was just sex.  It
wasn't that they didn't like each other, there was just not
much more to it than, hey, a room, horny, let's go.  With
Colin it was much more deliberate.  In, okay, a really
fucked up way, but--

All thought went out of his head as Dennis started moving
again, first slow like before, but quickly building up
steam.  Colin got into the act, pumping his cock into
Harry's mouth.  The force of the impacts started him
rocking, and Colin's hands came back to his shoulders to
hold him down as the Creevey brothers' cocks filled him and
fucked him at both ends.  The heat in his belly came back,
stronger than before.  Each push of Colin's cock just made
it taste better.  Each punch of Dennis's cock against his
prostate sent lightning through him.  He was burning up,
thoughts exploding like fireworks in his head before they
could form.

"Don't swallow," Colin gasped out.  "When I.  Don't
swallow."

"Yeah," panted Dennis.  "Fuck.  Harry!"

They were relentless, pistoning in and out of him like
jackrabbits, cocks massaging his insides.  Harry snorted
desperately for air between thrusts, feeling the heat build,
his toes curling, his muscles tensing, hearing Dennis
moaning and Colin chanting "yes, yes, yes", sliding across
the mattress with the force of their fuck, feeling his balls
draw up and cock expand and he yelled wordlessly around
Colin's dick as his hips bucked, shooting so hard he
splashed Colin's belly.

Dennis pounded harder as Harry's arse clenched convulsively
around his cock, his moans rising into a squeal as, less
than a minute later, he buried himself balls deep and came
again.  More come drooled from the tip of Harry's cock as
Harry twitched with the aftershocks, trying to still suck
Colin but losing all coordination.  It didn't matter.  Colin
pulled back to just the head of his cock, pumping the shaft
was his hand; moaning Harry's name, he jerked forward and
Harry's mouth was filled with sweet, salty come.

It was difficult not to swallow, but Colin quickly pulled
out, his hands urging Harry upright.  Some of Colin's come
slipped tantalizingly down his throat but the rest was still
in his mouth when Colin pushed him up into Dennis who lazily
kissed him, licking his tongue clean.  Exhausted, Harry fell
back, wriggling around so he could lay his head on the bed.
Dennis scooped up some of the come on Harry's belly and
sucked it off his fingers, then did it again and offered his
hand to Colin who did likewise.

"See?"  Colin sighed happily.  "Brothers always share."

"Yep!"  Dennis giggled brightly.  He pulled his cock out of
Harry -- it came free with a wet plop -- and threw himself
down, half on, half off the other boy.  Colin crawled onto
the bed, taking the other side, wiping his softening cock
off on Harry's hip and chuckling at Harry's small noise of
annoyance.  They ended up cuddled together.  It made Harry
think of puppies again and he smiled, and the brothers
smiled back at him, snuggling close.

After a long moment, Harry asked, "could someone maybe untie
my hands now?"

###

After his request had been obliged, and after Colin cast
simple cleaning spells over Dennis's protests that he liked
the sweaty-sex smell, the three of them returned to drowsy
snuggling; at least, Harry tried to.

The naked boys were soft, warm, and heavy against him and it
would have been easy to just stop thinking for a long while
and enjoy it.  His friends weren't particularly physical in
their affection; sure, sometimes Ron dropped an arm across
his shoulders, or Hermione leant against him while they
shared laughter, but they didn't exactly cuddle ever.  Molly
might have been over-bearing, but he still envied the
Weasleys for their constant, easy hugs that he found himself
craving from time to time.  Touch, just simple touch like
this, was a rare and wonderful thing, and even though they
had blackmailed him into it, he would have been happy to
indulge.

Colin might even have let him, but Dennis had clearly had
better ideas and a much faster recovery time than the two
older boys.  He started out gently stroking a finger across
Harry's scar before graduating to petting Harry's hair.  The
slow, repetitive pull was actually more soothing than
distracting.  Curled up against Harry's side, Colin's head
rested on Harry's shoulder, in easy reach for Harry to idly
mess with the mousey strands, earning a soft appreciative
hum.

Clearly put out by this response, Dennis started nibbling at
Harry's neck.  It tickled and Harry huffed, lightly batting
at him.  Dennis just giggled and did it again, harder,
trailing bites down to Harry's shoulder, sucking at the
skin.  Colin lifted his head to see what his brother was
doing, dislodging Harry's hand.

"Stop messing, Den," he complained, pushing at his brother.

"I'm not," Dennis said, so indignantly it could have fooled
Harry if the boy hadn't promptly rolled on top of him.  The
hard length rubbing against his hip belied the words.  "Am
I, Harry?"

"Get off," Colin insisted, louder, shoving Dennis hard
enough that Harry let out a warning "hey!" that went
ignored.

"I wanna go again," Dennis whined, pushing back at Colin,
and suddenly the two were wrestling, both clambering all
over Harry to get at the other.

"Hey!"  Harry said louder, dodging a stray elbow.  "Guys!"
He yelped in surprise when a stray hand goosed his cock;
when he turned away, another hand squeezed his arse.  Dennis
giggled and Colin made a muffled noise, and Harry gave them
the best suspicious look he could manage without wearing his
glasses.  "You're doing that on purpose, aren't you?"

"Mayyyybe," Dennis drew out, less concerned with Colin's arm
around his neck than with humping against Harry.  "Are you
hard, yet?"

Everybody looked down at Harry's cock, which twitched up to
half-mast in response.

"It's sad being old," Dennis said, disappointed.

"Oi!"  Harry swiped at him.  "I already came twice, it's
only been a couple of minutes, and--" He frowned, trying to
sit up, spilling the boys onto the bed.  "Why am I even
arguing this?"

"Because you want to earn the rest of the photos?"  Colin
asked, all fake innocence.

"You're going to push that too far," Harry warned him, lying
down again.  "This is the last, right?"

"The climax," Colin agreed, his hand on Harry's thigh.
Dennis groaned theatrically, and Colin chuckled.  "Pardon
the pun."

"What do--" Harry started, and then lost track of the
sentence as Colin's hand closed around his balls, squeezing
and rubbing gently.

"I want Harry to bum me," Dennis said, cheerfully.  Colin
pulled a face at him, which just made Dennis giggle.  "Come
on, Harry."  He squirmed against Harry's side.  "I wanna get
boned till you pump your jizz up me."

"Do you have to talk like that?"  Colin complained,
fingertips rubbing the skin behind Harry's balls, making
Harry's cock fill out faster.

"Yes."  Dennis nodded, fake-seriously.  "It's a rule!"

Harry coughed to cover the laugh that escaped him, and then
yelped when Colin pinched his skin.  He attempted to look
apologetic and it apparently worked because Colin went back
to soft presses, his fingers drifting from Harry's balls
down to ghost across Harry's hole and coming back again.

"And you on the other end?"  Harry asked Colin, already
knowing the answer.

"You want to, don't you, Harry?  You have to say yes,"
Dennis added, sounding so much like Colin that Harry had to
lean forward to make sure he was talking to the right boy.
Dennis apparently took that as acquiescing because Harry
ended up with a mouthful of giggling-boy kisses.

Surrendering to Dennis's enthusiasm, Harry deepened the
kiss, slipping his tongue into Dennis's mouth, stroking his
hands down Dennis's back to rub and squeeze the boy's arse.
Dennis wrapped one arm around Harry's neck, stretching
blinding with the other to find Harry's cock, fingers
bumping against his brother's.  Harry couldn't tell which of
the two started tugging his foreskin back and forth over the
head of his cock, but as long as they kept it up, he found
he didn't care all that much.  He moaned into Dennis's
mouth, earning a matching hum.

"You're a good kisser," he told the boy when they finally
broke apart.

"I know," Dennis said, but he smiled proudly all the same,
swinging a leg over Harry so he could straddle him, reaching
back.  "Cock time!"

Colin smacked Dennis's questing hand.  "Not so fast."
Dennis pouted at Colin over his shoulder, but the older boy
was resolute.  "You have to be stretched out properly,
first."

"But I already--" Dennis started and then, when Colin
glared, sighed heavily.  "Okay."  He turned back to Harry
and said, brightly, "Finger time!"

Harry couldn't help smiling.  He wrapped his arms around
Dennis, pulling him close and then rolling them over, so
Dennis was on his back on the bed, Harry over him.  The
boy's cock rubbed against his belly, and Harry chuckled.  A
hand nudged him, and he looked up to find Colin waving the
pot of oil at him, presumably the same one Dennis had used
when he--

"I can't believe I got fucked by a ten-year-old," Harry
said, aghast, sitting back.

There was a long silence, and then Dennis piped up with,
"I'm practically eleven, if you add a few days!  And a
month!"

"That doesn't really help much," Harry said, guilt starting
to wilt his erection again.

"I can't believe I'm saying this to you of all people,"
Colin said, leaning against Harry's back, "but you really
have to stop over-thinking this."

"I was trying not to," Harry admitted, eyes half-closing as
Colin reached around him to stroke his cock, "but it doesn't
seem to take."

"B-but," Dennis whined, "I've been looking forward to this
for days!  And you liked it, Harry, you did, and I liked it,
and Colin really liked it, so what's the problem?"

"I said he might not," Colin started in a conciliatory tone.

"Colin!  You've been looking forward to this for, like,
forever!"  Dennis complained.  "You can't stop now, when
you've always want--"

"Dennis!"  Colin practically yelled, the anger in his voice
surprising Harry.

The younger Creevey suddenly looked overwhelmingly guilty,
even to Harry's slightly blurred vision.  Colin slid off
Harry to sit at his side, playing nervously with the jar of
oil, an odd contrast to the self-assured control he'd had so
far.

"Oh," said Harry, realising.  "You really like me.  Like,
like, me."

Colin wouldn't meet his eyes, but Dennis said, "He's liked
you since he first read about you in the book."

"The book?" asked Harry, confused.

"The one they give to Muggleborns," Colin said, quietly.  "A
brief introduction to the magical world.  There's a whole
chapter on you; they have a photo from first year and
everything.  The hero at Hogwarts.  You were really cute,"
he added, cheeks colouring a little.

"Oh," said Harry again.  "That's... kinda creepy."

Dennis smacked him.  "Hey!"

"What?"  Harry blinked at him, then looked at Colin.  The
boy had pulled in on himself, his face gone cold, and Harry
hastened to correct himself.  "No, no, not you!  Me being in
a book!  It's okay if you-- I mean, I don't mind that you--
What I'm trying to say, is--"

Colin finally smiled again.  "It's okay, Harry.  I said
before.  You don't have to like me in the same way I like
you.  I know who you really like."

Harry really wished he had his glasses on, so he could see
the boy clearly.

"If it makes you feel better," Colin continued, "you can
just pretend we're someone else."

"We don't mind," Dennis agreed.  "It's just a bit of fun."
He grinned up at Harry, spreading his legs invitingly.  "I
can be Cho, if you want.  Och, Harry," he added in an
atrocious Scots accent, stroking his fingers against Harry's
cock, "yer bonnie bobby is so grand Ah dinnae ken if it'll
fit in me wee bahooky."

Harry managed not to laugh, though the smile escaped him.
"Cho doesn't really sound like that."

"You've never heard her drunk," Dennis said, wrapping his
hand around Harry's cock and pumping it.  "There we go."

"Here you go," Colin said, offering Harry the oil again.

Dennis promptly rolled over onto his front, grabbing the
pillow from earlier and pushing it under his hips, wiggling
his arse at Harry.

"He could be anyone," Colin said in Harry's ear, sliding
back behind him.  "Without your glasses on, how would you
tell?"  He guided Harry's hand to the pot.  "Go on.
Imagine."

Harry dipped his fingers in the oil, rubbing his fingertips
together.  Just thick enough, just slick enough.  Colin gave
him a gentle push.  Harry reached out, wiping his fingers
down the cleft in Dennis's arse, feeling the boy shiver
under him.  Colin tugged him back to the pot.  Harry slicked
his fingers up again, letting Colin push him back to Dennis.
He rubbed his fingers across Dennis's entrance, and then
carefully pushed his forefinger in.  Dennis's breath caught,
and pushed back, not letting Harry take it slow, almost
sucking him in.  Tight heat squeezed around his finger and
Dennis exhaled loudly.

"Take it slow," Colin said.

Dennis promptly shook his head.  "Two!" he demanded.  "Two
fingers!"

"Typical Gryffindor," Colin sighed, dipping his own fingers
in the oil.  "Too brave for his own good.  Spread your legs
a little more, Harry."

Legs.  Right.  Harry shifted a little.  He felt Colin's
slick finger against him, pressing lightly.  Colin tapped
the oil pot against him, and he took the hint, collecting
more.  As he carefully pushed two fingers into an
appreciatively moaning Dennis, Colin's finger wriggled into
his own arse, tickling his insides.  Dennis squeezed around
him, prompting him to move and, as he stroked his fingers in
and out, spreading the boy's ring, Colin repeated the action
inside him with uncanny precision.

Creevey brothers shared, Harry thought.

Colin added a second finger, then a third.  Dennis was
panting in front of him, humping forward against the pillow
and back against Harry's hand.  Harry added a third finger,
watching in amazement as Dennis's small, glistening, pink
hole opened around them.  The boy hissed, clamping down, and
Colin nipped warningly at the lobe of Harry's ear.

"It," Dennis panted, "it's.  Okay.  Don't st-uh."

"Careful," whispered Colin in Harry's ear.  "If you hurt my
brother--"

"I won't," Harry said thickly, to both boys.  The
constriction around his fingers eased and he started slow
thrusting again.  Dennis shuddered and moaned in a way that
skipped Harry's ears and went straight to his groin.

His cock jerked again when Colin's fingers rubbed across his
prostate, making Harry grunt, push harder into Dennis.  He
pulled his fingers almost all out, and then in as far as he
could go, feeling for the bump and grinning when Dennis made
a matching grunt-moan.  When he pulled back again, he took
his fingers all the way out, watching the hole wink at him
before he shoved them back in.  Dennis moaned louder, and
Colin made a pleased noise in his ear.

"Good, isn't it?" he asked.  Harry mumbled agreement.

"Please," Dennis gasped.  "I want-- In me-- Please!"

"Yeah," Colin breathed.  He reached around Harry to rub the
oil over Harry's cock, did it again, and again, pinching the
base of Harry's cock hard when Harry moaned and shook with
the feel of it.  "Turn over, Dennis."

Dennis did, repositioning the pillow under his hips, his
cock steel hard, his skin flushed, sweat sticking the tips
of his hair to his forehead.  He pulled his knees back to
his shoulders and Harry noticed that the boy was still
wearing his socks, which made Harry laugh for some reason.
Colin huffed, but Dennis just grinned happily up at Harry,
breathing a little hard.

"Slow," Colin said to Harry, still holding Harry's cock,
guiding it to his brother's entrance.

"Hard!"  Dennis insisted, making Harry chuckle again.

He wrapped his legs around Harry, bending up to meet him as
Harry leaned down, taking his weight on his arms.  Colin
gave his cock a warning squeeze.  Harry pressed forward,
watching Dennis bite his lip.  The boy's ring strangled his
cock head, and both boys gasped.  Colin's hand stopped him
moving either in or out.  Harry held his breath until Dennis
nodded and then pushed forward an inch.  Dennis was hot,
impossibly hot inside, and so, so tight, even with all the
lube they were using.  Harry pushed forward again, another
inch, two, and Dennis cried out, making him freeze.

"N-no," Dennis managed when Colin tried to pull Harry back.
"I-it's good.  Big--!  God, Colin!"

"I'm right here, Den," Colin said, reaching down, so his
brother could grab his hand, leaning against Harry as he did
so, his cock teasing Harry's arse.  They entwined their
fingers, holding hard.

"All the way," Dennis ordered Harry.  "'sokay. 'magine I'm
Cedric.  Want it all.  Please!"

Harry didn't trust himself to speak.  As the furnace
pressure around his cock eased off, he let his weight close
the distance between himself and the boy, sinking in until
he could feel Dennis against his balls.  There was a sharp
pain -- Colin biting his shoulder; just enough to hold him
off.  He moaned, hearing echoes.  Dennis's free arm wrapped
around him, and he leaned down to kiss the boy, tasting
sweet sweat.

"Don't move," Colin said, like Harry could, like he would,
knowing what followed.

Blunt pressure increased against his hole.  He bore down,
accepting Colin's length inside him, the whole of it in one
long, deep, slamming stroke that drove him harder into
Dennis who swore, clutching at him.

"J-just like Cedric," Dennis said breathlessly.

Colin chuckled.  When he moved, his pubic hair pleasantly
tickled Harry's arse.  "It's not Cedric he's imagining,
Den."

Harry clenched around Colin's cock, delighting in the burn
in his ring, in the stretched feeling, larger than Dennis,
smaller than Cedric, perfect in its differences.  He only
half heard Colin speak.  Dennis's other arm wrapped around
him and some small part of Harry, not focused on the
constricting heat around his cock or the fullness in his
arse, noticed Colin was reaching for something.

"It's not Cedric that Harry watches in lessons," Colin was
saying.  "Not Cedric whose socks Harry wanks into."  He
pulled back until just the head of his cock was in Harry.
"Is it, Harry?"

"N-no," Harry managed.

Colin's hand on his hip tugged at him.  He slid backwards,
pulling out of Dennis, pushing back onto Colin -- who
suddenly drove forward, pushing Harry hard back into his
brother.  Dennis groaned.  Harry groaned.

"Who is it?"  Colin asked.

"Wh--?"  Harry managed as Colin pulled back again.  "Fuck.
Ron.  It's--"

All three boys grunted as Colin thrust forward, as Harry
slammed back into Dennis.

"Louder," Colin ordered, panting against Harry's back,
pulling back.  His wand moved at the edge of Harry's vision,
making something rattle.  "Say his name."

"Ron," Harry moaned, hips moving before he could think, back
onto Colin, forward into Dennis, fucked and fucking, Dennis
pant-groans echoing in his ears.  "Ron," he repeated,
louder, and again, yelled, "Ron!"

"Harry," said a thick voice.

Harry's head jerked up at the sound, pulling against Dennis
who tightened his grip.  Cool metal slipped against Harry's
ears and nose and the room came back into focus, the room,
the open curtains, and his tall, redheaded best friend
revealed behind them with unexpected, terrible clarity.

Horrified, Harry squeezed his eyes closed against the pale,
freckled face of Ron Weasley.