A Time of Comfort
It was Christmas holidays for Hogwarts. Harry met his son, Albus, at Kings Cross; Albus was in his 5th year at Hogwarts. Together they went to get ice cream as was their custom before a wicked charge at Christmas shopping. While they were eating, Harry and Albus talked about the guest in their home.
"He had been hurt years ago and now some of those injuries are making him very ill." He is very dear to me, and I am taking care of him. The only thing is, he is currently in your room. We need to decide if you want me to leave him there, and you stay with me or some other idea you might have."
Albus was very quiet for a while. "Is my room the same as when I left it?"
"Pretty much so", replied Harry. "Well then, do you think he might not mind me bunking with him while I am home? I might even be able to help."
"That is certainly a most thoughtful decision, Albus."
"Anyway, what's his name? What do I call him?" "His name is Severus Snape, and you can call him 'Mr. Snape', I suppose."
"Is he dying?"
Harry hesitated, "I don't think so. Some days he doesn't seem too good, but he's pulled through in the past. He should this time too."
Suddenly Albus turned to his father and exclaimed: "THE SEVERUS SNAPE? The greatest potion master in modern time? He is your friend?" You know I am doing advanced work in potions with the herbology Professor, Longbottom? The professor is pants with potions, so I do all that end. Oh! Is this going to be one great holiday".
"Albus: First thing: Severus is very ill. He won't be able to work with you in your lab while he is so weak. Second. I know all about Professor Longbottom. We went to school together. Are you clear on all this?" "Yes, sir."
Earlier that morning Harry had entered the room occupied by Severus Snape. Harry had offered him the use of his home when Severus was in the throes of an attack caused by his old war injuries. It had some similarities with the muggle disease malaria with shivers. The attacks were debilitating. This was one of the worst attacks so far. St. Mongos had done all they could, but the attacks continued in episodes several times a year. Each morning Harry assisted with the morning routine: loo, bath, clean clothes, and food and medicines. It was exhausting for Severus.
Harry drew back the covers and lifted /Severus bridal style into his arms and carried him to the bathroom.
"You do know you can accomplish all this with magic?" "Yes, and it would really be worse for you." "You are as weak as a little kitten"
So they continued. First the loo, Harry settling Severus on the commode and then placing the towel rack in front of him so he could steady himself, giving Severus some privacy; then lowering Severus into the bath and supporting him, while Harry gently washed the man. After dressing in a clean soft night shirt and briefs, Harry placed Severus in his bed, especially made to float, giving Severus about two inches of softness to cushion his boney self. Severus felt well taken care of, and utterly tired and shivery. Harry bent down and tenderly kissed Severus, gently caressing his mint fresh mouth. "Rest and I'll get us some breakfast."