I don't own Harry Potter or Yuri on Ice, just messing around while I have the time.

Here is another new story for you all to read. I do hope you enjoy it!

Healing Love

Chapter One

Harry woke up with a scream, the last remnants of his nightmare beginning to fade away. He shivered as he felt the coldness that came with Dementors. Harry knew that there weren't any around him, especially as he was back in Privet Drive after his third year at Hogwarts. But the nightmare, the chance of losing Sirius before he even got to know him. Feeling himself fade away as the Dementors closed in on the two of them, hearing the screams of his mother. It all plagued his mind and had done since he had returned from his third year at Hogwarts.

"Potter!" came a vicious yell from outside of his room. Uncle Vernon unlocked the door and thundered into the room.

The back of a hand connected with his cheek and Harry went flying off his bed and onto the wooden floor. Harry curled up protecting himself as best as he could from the kicks and punches that began to rained down on him. The thirteen, almost fourteen year old kept the pained cries from passing his lips. He didn't want to give his uncle the satisfaction of hearing them.

"I've had enough. You've been back five days and each night you have woken us up with your freakish screaming!" Vernon panted, standing up looming over his curled up nephew.

"I'm sorry Uncle Vernon," Harry apologised. It wasn't like he could help it. The nightmares had began as soon as he went to sleep that first night back at Privet Drive, and they didn't let up.

"Sorry isn't good enough Boy!" Vernon yelled, kicking him one last time.

"Vernon," Petunia called to her husband as she walked into the bedroom, "Leave the boy be and come back to bed. We can figure something out in the morning," she added, reaching out a hand towards him. Sending Harry a malicious look as he glanced at her through the gap in his arms that were covering his head.

Vernon took a deep breath, "You're right Pet, as always," he smiled kindly to her, taking her hand and walking out of the room.

Harry didn't move as he waited for the locked to finished clicking and the footsteps to fade away back into his aunt and uncle's bedroom. Harry shuddered on the floor, letting tears escape. He was there for a few moments before he pulled himself carefully onto his bed. He lay down, wincing in pain as his body protested the movements.

Harry glanced over at Hedwig, locked in her cage once again. He didn't know what to do, he had a feeling that this time things were going to go too far and he wouldn't be able to stop them. He moved gingerly up and reached under his bed, lifting up the loose floorboard he took the picks that the twins had given him as soon as he learnt how to pick muggle locks. He stood and limped over to Hedwig's cage and unlocked it.

"Hey girl," he whispered as he gently ran a hand over her feathers. "I really need you to do something for me."

A soft coo was his reply and he smiled at the bird of prey.

"Thanks," he said as he went over to the rickety desk and sat down. He quickly composed a letter to Sirius. At that moment in time, he was the only one he could trust. Dumbledore just ignored him when he said he was in danger with the Dursley's. The Weasleys, while a loving family, also ignored what the twins and Ron had told them when they had rescued him last year. Hermione didn't do anything either, and Harry knew that Ron had mentioned to her what had happened when they had rescued him after his first year.

Dear Sirius

I don't know who to turn to, my nightmares are keeping the Dursley's awake at night and things aren't going well. I don't know, but I have a bad feeling that I won't last till the end of the week. I woke them up again tonight and they are planning to deal with me in the morning. I dread to think of how.

I don't know if you will believe me, no one else wants to know. I'm scared, I'm scared for my very life. They have threatened to kill me a number of times, and every now and then it felt like they were going to take that last step. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon have never been nice, but they way they looked at me after I woke them up tonight, it's different. This time there is murder in their eyes, I can see it. I saw the same look on Riddle's face when he was trying to kill me in my second year, in the Chamber of Secrets.

I need to get out of here before they kill me Sirius. Please help me.

Harry.

Harry folded it up and put it in an envelope. He went over to Hedwig and tied it to her leg, "Take this to Sirius. I know that they will expect you to be here, but I have to find a way to get out of here, and you are my only hope. Don't give that to anyone but Sirius, all right Hedwig?"

A soft coo and Hedwig nibbled on the tips of Harry's fingers. Harry helped her to the window, glad that the bars weren't put back on. He opened the window and let the majestic bird out into the night sky. "Hurry," he pleaded as he watched her take flight and disappear from sight.

Harry went to his bed and lay down, groaning quietly in pain as he lay there. He stared up at the cracked ceiling above him. He didn't dare go back to sleep, even though his body cried out for rest. Harry wondered if Sirius would be able to help him. He hoped so, he wouldn't last much long in this prison. Harry curled up on his side and stared out of the window, waiting for Hedwig to come back.

It was almost two hours later when he saw her in the sky. Harry jumped up, giving a quiet yelp as his body protested the sudden movement. He steadied himself on the wall and limped over to the window, letting her in. She was carrying a letter and Harry couldn't help the hope that bloomed within his heart as he shakingly untied it and opened it, a small pendent fell out and onto the floor. He picked it up and looked at it, it was a small pendent of a grim and Harry couldn't help the small smile.

Harry

I remember Petunia and Vernon when Lily and James got married. They were forced to come to the wedding by LIly's parents, and they weren't pleasant then. So I can imagine what they are like now. I have an idea and I need to speak with some of the Goblins in Gringotts to see if it's possible. It might take me a day or two, or even three to organise.

I will, if you want, send a letter to them threatening them a little to try and get them to behave a little, for a while longer at least. Though I don't think that would do anything, but speed up whatever they have planned. I don't know what to suggest that would keep you safe. Being inside isn't safe, but being alone or even on the run with me won't be safe either.

The pendent that is with the letter should help in protecting you. It makes it harder for people to want to stay around you. As soon as you put it on, the Dursleys should leave you alone a lot more. I just hope it is strong enough to deter them if they have murder in their black hearts.

Hold tight Harry, I'll do everything I can to make sure that you will go somewhere safe.

Sirius

Harry put the letter down and put the pendant around his neck. He smiled when he felt a warmth go through him. He could feel the magic on the pendant and it was welcoming. He even felt safer with it resting against his skin. He sat down at the desk and began to write another letter back.

Sirius

Don't send a letter to them. I know it would just make Uncle Vernon worse. I've put the pendent on, and thank you for it, I feel safer already. I just hope it works enough to stop them. Thank you, for believing me, and for helping.

Harry

Harry put the letting into another envelope, sealed it and went over to Hedwig, "Are you up for another flight?" he asked her, hoping it wasn't too much for her. A soft coo and a ruffle of her feathers told Harry that she was fine with the idea. He smiled as he tied the letter to her leg and helped her out of the window once more. He watched her and limped back to his bed. Lying down he smiled, there was hope. Hope of escape, hope of a better life. Harry curled up as much as his body allowed him and watched the night sky for Hedwig to reappear.

XxXxX

Viktor Nikiforov sighed happily. Yuuri was lying, almost asleep in his arms as they cuddle on the sofa. Makkachin content as he lay his head on Yuuri's lap. It has been a busy day at the rink, practice was stepping up as the competition season was beginning once more. Nothing could be better than sitting their, cuddling, watching a film. It was peaceful. Viktor frowned as he heard tapping on the window. He glanced over and the frown deepened when he saw an owl tapping at the window.

"Sorry about this Yuuri," he said as he gently moved away from him and got up.

"Wha…?" Yuuri said sleepily as he glanced to Viktor and then to the tapping at the window.

"Nothing to worry about," he smiled charmingly as he went to the window and opened it, letting the cold air into the room for a second so the owl could swoop inside.

Yuuri watched with puzzled eyes as the Great Grey Owl landed on the back of a chair. Viktor closed the window quickly and went over. There was a letter attached to its leg. "Hmm," he hummed as he untied it and opened it.

"What is it?" Yuuri asked, waking himself up a little more and moving Makkachin out of the way so he could go over to him.

"It's from my mother," Viktor answered, surprised as he read the letter. He was hoping for a little more time before he brought Yuuri to see her.

"Why an Owl?" he asked standing beside him, but not looking over his shoulder to see the contents of the letter.

"It…" Viktor sighed, "It is a long story Yuuri, and I shall tell you, I promise," he smiled to him.

"All right, I won't push," he smiled back, "So what's the letter about? If you don't mind me asking," his voice sounded nervous.

"Ah, it seems that my mother wishes to meet with us tonight," he answered, "I hope you don't mind a visitor. She will be here in about ten minutes. My mother is not one for waiting around," he chuckled.

"But…" Yuuri's eyes went wide as he looked around the living room. It wasn't messy per say, but to Yuuri, it was even worse.

"Do not worry Yuuri, she is friendly," Viktor smiled and calmed his fiance down.

"We should at least clean up?" he protested as he began to go around the room and put things away.

Viktor sighed and shook his head. He quickly began to help his panicking fiance, knowing it would help the younger man's nerves to help. Instead of just standing there and watching. "Are you calm now?" He asked a few minutes later when the room was tidy.

Yuuri nodded, "Yes," his voice was slightly higher, betraying his nerves.

Before Viktor could reassure him the doorbell rang. He smiled, gently kissed him, "It will be fine, don't worry," he reassured once more before he went to the front door and opened it.

"My Solnyshko," came a bright and happy voice as soon as the door opened.

"Mama," Viktor said, his voice soft, "come in, you have yet to meet Yuuri," he smiled as he led the way into the small living room.

Yuuri watched, shaking slightly as an older woman walked in. Her hair was braided down one side, midnight black except small highlights of grey going through it, showing her age. Her eyes were the same startling aquamarine eyes as her son. A smile bloomed on her face as she saw Yuuri.

"I have heard so much about you," she gushed as she rushed forwards and wrapped her arms around the startled young man.

"H… HI," Yuuri was able to stammer a quick greeting. He had only heard a few things about Viktor's mother. That she was alive and well, and a very kind and gentle woman.

"I bet my little Solnyshko barely said a thing about me, did he?" she turned narrowed eyes towards her only child.

"I said you are a wonderful and kind mother," Viktor charmed, "Anyway. Yuuri, this is my mother, Victoria," he introduced, "Mama, this is my finace, Yuuri Katsuki."

"It's wonderful to finally meet you face to face instead of hearing about you from Viktor's letters," Victoria smiled gently to the nervous skater.

"It's… It's nice to meet you as well," Yuuri smiled back, still shaking.

"Solnyshko, I would love some tea," Victoria hinted to her son.

Viktor smiled, "Of course," and watched for a moment as his mother began to work her charms in soothing Yuuri's frazzled nerves.

"Tell me more about yourself Yuuri," I want to get to know my future son," she said leading the way to the sofa, moving Makkachin off so the two of them could sit down.

Sitting down, and still feeling a little unsure of himself, Yuuri wondered what he should tell her. "Well… There isn't much to know about me. I love to skate, and Viktor is my coach. I… I really don't know what I should say. I…" he trailed off, looking unsure of himself.

"I know there is more child," she said gently.

"Tea," Viktor said, walking back into the room with a tray with three tea cups and a pot, along with sugar and milk for his mother and some jam for himself.

"Thank you," Victoria smiled, letting her son pour for the three of them.

"So," Viktor said sitting down, "Why did you want to meet now? I know you were waiting for me to bring Yuuri to see you."

Victoria sighed, "I had some news from England, important and urgent news. You remember your cousin James and his beautiful wife Lily, when they were murdered?"

Viktor nodded, stirring the jam into his tea. "I remember James and Lily, and little Harry." Picking up his tea and leaning back in his chair he took a sip, waiting for his mother to continue.

"Harry was sent to live with Lily's sister when they died. Petunia and her husband," Victoria's eyes were sad as she recalled getting the news that her nephew and his wife had been murdered.

"Petunia," Viktor spat, remembering the spiteful woman that had been at James and Lily's wedding. The tea in his cup almost spilling out in his anger.

"Yes, I feel the same," she agreed, taking a sip of her tea, "I received word that things aren't going well for Harry. He is in need of a proper home. Those at Gringotts are the ones to get in touch with me. Harry had no other family left, but you and I. Only we can take him legally."

Viktor nodded, putting his cup down, "We are the only family he has left apart from Petunia and her family?"

"Just us. James didn't have any more siblings, as you know. And only Petunia for Lily," she answered, "Have you told…" she trailed off giving Yuuri a glanced.

"No, I was waiting until we came to visit," Viktor answered, "I think it will be all right to tell him now?"

Victoria nodded, a smile on her face as she turned to Yuuri, "I believe you are a little confused about that little conversation," she said, Yuuri nodded his head.

"It is something that I have hidden from the world at large, and can not leave this house. At all," Viktor emphasized as he got up and went over to Yuuri.

"What is it Viktor?" Yuuri asked, worried as to what the answer would be.

"I am a witch, and my son is a Wizard, as is my husband. We can use magic," she smiled as she pulled out her wand.

"Wha…?!" Yuuri blinked not believing what he was being told, "That's…" he shook his head.

"Not possible," Viktor chuckled, "It is." Viktor gave a flick of his wrist and a wand appeared in his own hand, he pointed it at the coffee table and a beam of light shot out of it and surrounded it, letting it rise from the ground to hover three feet in the air.

"Wh… I… Th…" Yuuri stammered, his eyes wide. His breathing began to quicken.

Viktor cursed as he put away his wand and went over to Yuuri, pulling him into his arms he rubbed his back, "Deep breath Yuuri, hold it…" he said, waiting for Yuuri to follow his direction. "Now let it out slowly," he added gently. He repeated himself a few more times before he felt that Yuuri was calm once more. "All right now Yuuri?" he asked, worried.

Yuuri nodded, leaning against Viktor tiredly, "Yes," he murmured, "I can't believe it."

"It is hard to believe, but I am a wizard, though I don't really use magic anymore. I live mainly in the mundane world. I found a love of Ice Skating when I was a child, and trained for that, while learning magic. But now, I prefer being here, with you," Viktor smiled softly, gently pulling Yuuri closer and placing a chaste kiss on his lips.

"So…" Yuuri began, not sure what he should say next.

"You are being told now, because you are going to be marrying Viktor, and as a spouse, you have the right to know. And because I am hoping that you and Viktor will take Harry in," Victoria said, handing Yuuri his tea, "Drink, it will help calm you a little," she smiled.

"Thank you," Yuuri said, taking the cup and sipping it slowly, leaning against Viktor.

"You really want us to take him in," Viktor shook his head, "Mama, I don't know if we would be able to, we travel the world for competitions. I know he might be back at school when those happen."

"That will be up to Harry is he wishes to continue schooling here in Russia or tutors," Victoria pointed out.

"What has happened to him? Do you have any details?" Yuuri asked her, frowning as he began to think of what the two had talked about.

"I don't know, just that it was urgent that we find a way to get him out of that house as soon as we can," Victoria answered him, looking to the worried young man.

"Viktor," Yuuri said, looking at him, "I think we should. What if this urgency is for a reason we don't know. I think we should do it, we'll figure it out as we go along," he smiled.

Viktor smiled back, "All right. Mama we'll take Harry in, though we will have to find a bigger place soon," he looked around the small apartment.

"I'll sort something out, close by, so it will be easy for you to get to the rink," Victoria chuckled, reassuring her son when he saw the protest in his eyes.

"Very well Mama," he nodded, leaving it to her, "What are we to do now?" he asked.

"We are to go to Gringotts Russia, in Moscow. I have a portkey ready to take us there. So we can sort it out tonight. If all things go well then he should arrive tomorrow morning," she said, standing up.

Yuuri drank the end of his tea and put the cup down. Viktor stood, pulling Yuuri up with him, "Let's go now then," the elder of the two said.

Yuuri nodded, "Of course."

Victoria held out a fluffy scarf, "Hold on tightly, it's a bit of a ride the first time," she advised as Yuuri looked at it.

"It's fine Yuuri," Viktor reassured him, taking hold of the scarf. Yuuri did the same and Viktor wrapped an arm around him, holding him tightly.

"MGB," Victoria said the passcode and with a swirl of magic they disappeared from the flat.

Thank you for reading and I do hope you have enjoyed the first chapter!