Harry shifted as the boy spoke, getting to his feet and moving to where Nell was, searching through cupboards. He felt bad, not having realised Nell was unfamiliar with the kitchen and it's layout, having forced the boy to look around. He wrapped his arms around the boy, kissing him, disgusted with himself for leaving Nell alone long enough for that to have happened, chasing girls who didn't matter while Nell was being hurt. He kissed the boy again, stroking gently over the boy's back to comfort him. "I... I'm sorry, Nell. He won't get away with what he did. I promise you he won't." Harry said, only then realising he was shaking with anger.
Taking a breath, he managed to calm himself, letting go of Nell long enough to reach for a cupboard, pull it open and take out a bottle of Brandy and a tall glass. Not a brandy glass, but that never bothered him in these situations. He poured some, and passed it to Nell. "We'll get you out of those clothes. I've got some of yours upstairs."