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***HP
Reappearing outside Grimmauld Place, Moody scooped Potter out of the wheelchair and clunked awkwardly up the front steps. "In we go, little laddie," he grunted, wandlessly opening the front door.
Remus had been pacing the front hall anxiously waiting for his cub. Normally he was more composed than this, but it was either cry or pace...he chose pacing. Right now his cub needed him to be strong, to help him heal and to get him to the one man who could probably protect him better than anyone else...his father.
As a werewolf he didn't intimidate easily, but John Winchester terrified him. The first time meeting him in the muggle bar, Harvelle's Roadhouse, in Nebraska, he knew that there was something more to John Winchester than just your run of the mill muggle man. It was in his eyes, the way he held himself, and in everything about him. John Winchester was a man that you didn't want to mess with...unfortunately James and Sirius loved a challenge.
Sirius and James had been fresh out of the Auror Academy when they got sent to America for a six week training program with America's specially trained hit wizards. They were in the middle of a war, and while America wanted to stay neutral, they offered to help train a handful of their aurors. Their specialty hit wizards were known for being the best in the world, which was why they never had problems with psychotic dark wizards hell bent on taking over the world. Even Voldemort knew not to mess with America.
James had always been a highly sexual man who loved to experiment. He lost his virginity at the age of twelve to the Head Girl at the time, and then continued on with his sexual adventures sleeping his way through the majority of Hogwarts. He didn't discriminate, he slept with boys, girls, Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs and even Slytherins. He would say that he wasn't a slut, he just had a hell of a lot of love to give and he wanted to bring happiness to as many people as he could during these dark times.
He often wondered if James had creature blood him. He never went through an inheritance on his sixteenth birthday, but that still didn't mean that he didn't have creature blood in him. It just wasn't normal for a person to crave sex as much as James did. There were many creatures that had extremely high sex drives, such as vampires, elves, and incubi. The Potters were a very old pureblood family, it was more than likely that they had more than one creature in their bloodline.
What many people didn't know, James was just as good, if not better, than Lily in Charms. He just didn't care enough to make an effort in class, and he didn't want to show up his long time crush by beating her in both Transfiguration and Charms. It was while in America that James decided to put his charms knowledge to use and take his sexual experimentation to the next level. He had done most everything there was to do sexually, except maybe beastility, though he had considered exploring the woods a few times as Prongs hoping to sniff out a willing doe. The one thing he hadn't done, and desperately wanted to, was experience sex as a woman.
James had always wanted to know what it felt like to have sex as a woman. He had bottomed for men plenty of times, but it wasn't the same as having large breasts and a vagina. He wanted to feel exactly what a girl felt when he pounded into her, flooding her sensitive insides with his seed. He wanted a strong man to suck and bite at his breasts, taking complete control over his body and leaving him a quivering mess. He wanted to be fucked as a girl.
Of course Polyjuice Potion wasn't good enough for James. He still wanted to be himself and in his own body when he fulfilled one of his greatest sex fantasies. He didn't want to change into some other girl and have her body be the one getting fucked, he wanted his own body to get fucked. It took a few years of research, but eventually Sirius tripped across a book in the Black Library that had a charm, potion combination that would allow a man to be a woman for five hours.
He knew that he should have said no, but that was a word he could never use when it came to James and Sirius. So when James came to him a week before they were to leave for America begging for him to brew the potion, he had reluctantly done it. After all, what harm could it do for James to experience sex as woman for a few hours? It was all just harmless fun.
Even though he wasn't an Auror, he had tagged along with them to America too. He hated the idea of having his mate so far away and in another country. It was their first evening in America that they slipped out of their hotel room and stumbled across the Roadhouse. It wasn't a fancy bar by any means, quite the opposite actually. The bar was a bit rundown and dirty looking and it sat in the middle of nowhere, but they had liked the name of it when the clerk at the hotel had given them a list of local bars so they had decided to give it a go.
James was so excited and impatient that he took the potion and performed the charm that very first night. He had waited years to get fucked as a woman and he wasn't going to wait any longer. Both him and Sirius had been shocked when James transformed into an extremely hot woman. He had long wavy brown hair, large hazel eyes, a soft face with a perfect completion, perfectly plump, pink lips, breasts that would have any man drooling, a beautiful slim figure and legs that were made for wrapping around a man's waist or riding him for hours. He was drop dead sexy.
When they entered the bar they realized right away that these weren't normal muggles. The way they looked at them, like they were visually taking them apart piece by piece and testing them was a bit unnerving. There was a hardness to them all that just wasn't normal in muggles, and it was plain to see that they didn't trust strangers. They were set to turn around and try a different bar, when James spotted John Winchester sitting in a far booth alone and writing in some kind of journal.
What James wanted he always got, and James wanted the dark and mysterious John Winchester. It took a lot work, but finally after a week of hard flirting, John took James back to his hotel room with him and had given him the best sex of his life. If he was being honest with himself, he would say that James had fallen in love with John Winchester. After that first night, he had spent every remaining night with the man. Luckily he had brewed a lot of that potion just incase James kept striking out.
After returning home, James had slipped into a deep depression, refusing to go out and refusing to have sex with anyone. He had said that it wasn't because he missed John, but it was obvious to both him and Sirius that that was a lie. James had fallen in love with John Winchester despite him being rough around the edges and one scary son of a bitch.
As far as he knew James never slept with anyone after John Winchester. Two months after returning home was when they found out that James was pregnant with the man's baby. It seemed that in his excitement over finding a way to become a woman, he had missed the little side note warning that he would become a woman in every sense of the word...including having the ability to get pregnant. Luckily his magic sustained his pregnancy, thanks more than likely to whatever creature blood he had in him, and he was able to carry and deliver a perfectly healthy little baby boy nine months later via c-section.
When James was three months pregnant, Lily had come to him crying hysterically. Voldemort had killed her parents because she had spoken out against him and now he was after her. James had offered to marry her in name only, not only to protect her, but also to help him hide his pregnancy. For the rest of his pregnancy, James had used glamours to hide his growing belly and Lily had pretended to be pregnant herself. Not even Dumbledore knew the truth.
Despite having a crush on Lily during the majority of his Hogwarts years, James had come to see her as only a loving sister. It seemed even after months of being home, James' heart was still with John Winchester. So instead of sleeping with any willing body like James use to do, he devoted every waking moment to his precious son and finding a way to end Voldemort once and for all. He had become obsessed with fighting after finding out that his son could possibly be the prophecy child that Dumbledore had told them about. The old man had never told them all the details of the prophecy, just that a child born the end of July was supposed to bring an end to the Dark Lord.
Remus was wrenched out thoughts when he heard a loud banging coming from outside the front door. With his wand in hand, he was just getting ready to open the door when it swung open on it's own.
"Out of the way," Moody growled, shoving past Remus. "The lad ain't heavy, but remember, I only have one blasted leg."
Gulping, Remus quickly followed the ex-auror. If Moody hadn't said that he was carrying someone, he would have never been able to guess that he was. It just looked like he was carrying a bundle of robes. "Is that Harry?" he asked anxiously.
"No, it's Hagrid," Moody snapped irritably. "Where's the blasted potions master?"
"In here," Severus smirked, stepping out from the den. "I set up a bed in here, figured it would be warmer and easier than traipsing up and down the stairs."
"At least someone is using their brains today," Moody grumbled, throwing an exasperated look over his shoulder to the werewolf. Chuckling at the man's expression, he carefully laid the boy onto the bed.
Severus had a hard time masking his reaction when he got his first look at Potter. There was nothing about him that was recognizable, not even his hair. Harry always had uncontrollable flyaway hair, but it had grown out surprisingly fast over the past five months and now hung down below his shoulders and was filthy and matted.
"I-Is he still alive?" Remus cried, both hands covering his mouth in shock. He knew his cub would look bad, but this was...there were no words for what this was.
Giving himself a mental shake, Severus started scanning the half dead boy. "Why the hell is he in such bad shape? He shouldn't look this bad after only five months."
Sighing, Moody limped to the couch and collapsed onto it. "They had him in the bowels in one of the condemned cells that floods even if it thinks about raining. You should have seen the piece of shit robe they had given him, it was thin, ratty and sleeveless. I would say by the way he looks that they haven't been feeding him well either."
"It's been days since he has eaten," Severus mumbled, still scanning the boy.
"Sirius," Remus gasped, fear for his mate threatening to overwhelm him. Prisoners in the bowels got visited by the Dementors every night, there was no was he could survive that.
"I got him moved," Moody grunted. "Amelia had originally assigned the boy to the 4th level, but Fudge secretly had him put into the bowels in non Azkaban robes."
"I'm sure at Dumbledore's instructions," Severus hissed angrily.
Pulling out his flask from his pocket, Moody drank half it's contents. He hated the fucking Dementors. Chocolate may help some people, but Fire Whisky was his go to. "No doubt there."
"S-Sirius is alright now though, right?" Remus asked anxiously.
"He was moved to the fourth level where Harry was supposed to originally go. Dementors only feed from there twice a week and he now has proper robes. I'm going to check in on him later tonight after I fill Amelia in on what's going on in that place."
Remus relaxed a bit at hearing that. At least Sirius was out of the condemned cells and wouldn't have to deal with Dementors nightly. Now he had to focus on Harry and getting him safely to John. After Harry was safe with his father, he could then focus on getting his mate out of Azkaban.
"How is he?" Remus asked, finally getting the nerve to approach the bed. Harry looked so bad that it was hard for him to look at him.
"Not good," Severus sighed. "Besides being extremely malnourished and dehydrated, he has a bad case of pneumonia and frostbite on the feet, hands, face, ears and random other spots. If he were in a muggle hospital, he would lose both hands and feet."
Remus' stomach rolled dangerously when he spotted Harry's black feet and hands. "You can treat that?"
Severus looked long and hard at the wolf. "Maybe. It's a long shot, but there is an ointment I can brew that will hopefully restore life to the dead parts. It will be extremely painful for him and there's no guarantee of a full recovery, but hopefully he will be able to keep them. Again, no guarantee that his hands and feet will function normally, but I'm hopeful of at least a 75% recovery."
Trembling, Remus summoned a chair and collapsed onto it. "And his mind?"
"Shattered," Moody grunted softly. "He didn't even recognize us. Only followed the light from my wand like it was a lifeline."
Closing his eyes, Remus took a handful shaky breaths. "You...you can do something, right, Severus?"
"Yes," Severus sneered. "Haven't you heard, I can pull miracles out of my ass. If Moody thinks that his mind is shattered, there won't be much that we can do for him. There are no potions or spells that can fix a mind shattered by Dementors."
"No," Remus said, firmly shaking his head no. "Harry is tough, his mind isn't completely shattered yet. He'll be ok...he has to be."
Giving the crushed werewolf one last look, Severus got back to work healing what he could. If the boy's mind was shattered though, he would be in no better condition than Frank and Alice Longbottom. It was a fate worse than death as far as he was concerned.
***HP
Rubbing at his tired eyes, Remus reluctantly got up and stretched his aching back. For three days he had been sitting at his cub's bedside around the clock and he had yet to wake up or even twitch a finger. He hated leaving him, but he was in a desperate need of a shower. He was starting to offend himself with his own stanch.
"I'll be back, cub," he said soothingly, making sure the blanket was snug around him. Kissing his brow softly, he slipped out of the room and took the steps two at a time to the second floor. He was home alone and didn't want to leave Harry for too long incase he woke up. Severus was checking in every night, but he was still teaching at the school and could only slip out after curfew started. The last thing they needed was for Dumbledore to get suspicious.
Despite feeling the warmth coming from somewhere, Harry was still freezing. He felt as if he would never be able to get warm again. Groggily opening eyes, he stared up at the ceiling trying to blink the sleep away. When his vision cleared, he whimpered softly when he didn't recognize what he was looking at. That wasn't the ugly ceiling to his cell, he should know, he had memorized and named every little crack that there was. This ceiling was still dark and ugly, but it wasn't the ceiling to his cell.
Rolling onto his side, he looked around the strange dark room trying to figure out where he was. His mind must really be shattered if he was hallucinating like this. It was great though, at least it was something better than his cell. Trying to see all of his new fantasy room, which was hard because it was dark, he scanned the room ginning happily when his eyes landed on the red, orange and yellow flames flickering happily away in the fireplace. Despite the brightness of it burning his sensitive eyes, it was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.
He had thought that his little sunbeam was the most beautiful creature in the world, but the crackling flames put that little sunbeam to shame. Wanting to get closer to the pretty colors and the heat that he could feel from across the room, he rolled onto his stomach and then off the side of his bed.
Holding back his tears while rubbing his sore head, he looked back at his bed and gasped when he saw how high up it was. How the hell did that happen? His bed was a thin mattress on the cold hard ground. How the hell did it get so high up? Feeling the bump that as forming on his forehead, he wondered curiously if someone could hallucinate a painful bump on their head? He didn't think so, but fuck did his head hurt from where it had come in contact with the hard wooden floor.
Wooden floor? That wasn't right either, his cell didn't have a wooden floor. What the hell was going on? This was wonderful though, he prayed that this hallucination would never end, but with his luck he was sure that it would. Not wanting it to end before getting the chance to warm his frozen body by the fire, he quickly crawled on his elbows and knees and sat down in front of the fireplace, staring at the flames in awe.
This was the most realistic hallucination ever, he was sure. Scooting closer, he could feel the heat from the flames on his face and it was almost wonderfully painful. Knowing that it wasn't real, but curious anyway, he held his hand out to the flames to see what would happen if he stuck it in. He was just getting ready to thrust forward when he noticed a large, white puffy bandage covering his entire hand all the way up to his elbow. What the fuck was that? Shrugging his shoulders, he looked back at the flames intent on sticking his bandaged hand in them.
"Harry, no!" Remus bellowed when he saw his cub with his bandaged hand only inches from the fire. He regretted his outburst immediately when the boy jumped so high that he almost tumbled into the fireplace. Quickly whipping out his wand, he conjured a shield between Harry and the dangerous flames.
Trembling, Harry scurried away from the fireplace, wide eyes staring fearfully at the man in the doorway.
"Shit," Remus cursed when he saw how scared Harry was. "It's alright, cub, I'm not mad at you," he said softly, slowly approaching the trembling teen.
Whimpering, Harry scooted away from the approaching man. This hallucination was no more fun. Why did the man yell at him? All he had wanted to do was get warm. Didn't the man understand that he was frozen to the bone? Azkaban didn't have heaters and it was really cold outside. He just wanted to get warm before reality came crashing back down on him.
Remus stopped a few feet from Harry and knelt down in front of him. "Harry, it's me, Remus," he said soothingly. "I didn't mean to frighten you, but your bandage would have caught fire if you would have put it in the fireplace? Professor Snape has been working hard on healing your frostbite so you have to be very careful."
Frowning, Harry looked back down at his funny looking hand. The man was being stupid, you couldn't catch on fire from a hallucination. Who was he anyway, and what was he doing ruining his fantasy world?
Fear washed over Remus like an icy breeze when Harry looked up at him with no recognition in his eyes. "Harry, do you know who I am?"
Looking at the man, Harry tilted his head to the side. He thought he recognized the man, but he wasn't sure. All he knew was that he was the man that yelled at him for no reason. Shivering, he looked longingly back at the fire.
Remus swallowed back his tears. Moody had said that his cub's mind was shattered, and while it didn't look good, he was praying that they could help him. Harry and Sirius were all that he had. "Harry, you need to get back in bed, you have been very sick."
With his bottom lip trembling, Harry looked back at the fireplace. He liked the bed, it had been very soft, but he wanted to be near the toasty fireplace. Why was the man being so mean to him? This was his hallucination, shouldn't he be allowed to do what he wanted to do?
"Cub, are you cold?" Remus asked gently?
Looked back to the man, Harry timidly nodded his head. He wasn't just cold, he was freezing.
Sighing, Remus looked to the bed then to the fireplace. "How about I lower your bed and put it next to the fireplace?" He remembered how Sirius had told him that it had taken him months to feel warm again after escaping Azkaban. He could understand Harry wanting to be close to the fire, but he was going to keep the shield up so he couldn't touch the flames or accidentally fall into it.
Eyes lighting up, Harry nodded his head with a small smile. That was a wonderful idea from his hallucination man. He would get to be in the soft bed with a warm blanket and be close to the fire. Maybe the man wasn't so mean after all.
The fact that Harry understood what he was saying gave him some hope. Maybe Harry wasn't as far gone as Moody suspected. "Just give me a minute and I will have everything all set for you."
Harry watched as the not-so-mean-man-that-yelled-at-him moved his bed next to the fire and made it shrink. That was pretty cool, how did he do that? This hallucination was pretty crazy.
"Alright, cub, can you crawl over here or do you want me to pick you up and carry you?" He knew that Harry couldn't walk, not with the thick bandages covering the majority of his feet and thin legs. He wasn't even sure if Harry was strong enough to stand anyway.
Sucking on his bottom lip, Harry looked at the distance between himself and the bed. It honestly didn't look that far, but his hands and feet were starting to throb and his head was pounding from where he had bumped it. He was also feeling really tired. Looking back at the man, he shyly held his arms up.
Remus grinned at his cub, he looked so small and young with his arms up like that. It reminded him of when he was a baby. "I got you, cub," he said with a smile.
Harry stiffened at first when the man picked him up, but then he melted into his warm and comforting embrace. This was even better than the fire. He liked being held by the man and he smelled so good. He smelled liked the woods and the air after a storm, not the rotting stench that came from Azkaban.
Remus bent over to lower Harry onto the bed only to find that his cub was clinging to him and not letting go. "You can let go now, cub, we're at your bed."
Harry shook his head no then buried his face in the hallucination man's neck. This was the warmest and safest he had felt in months, he wasn't going to give it up without a fight.
"D-Do you want me to hold you, Harry?" Remus asked uncertainly. Harry had always shied away from touch, and when someone did touch him, he never missed how uncomfortable it had made him.
Grinning up at the man, Harry nodded his head.
"Alright, just let me get your blanket," Remus said, shifting Harry so he could pull out his wand, conjure a comfortable rocking chair in front of the fire and then grab the blanket off of the bed. Sitting in the chair, he arranged Harry in a comfortable position then wrapped the thick blanket around him.
Blinking owlishly up at the man, Harry snuggled into the blanket and gave a big yawn. This...this was the best. He was warm, safe and the rocking motion was making him sleepy. He was wrong to think that this man was mean, he was kindest, bestest man in his shattered mind's hallucination world.
***HP
"I see he woke," Severus said, startling Remus who had been asleep in a rocking chair with Potter on his lap.
Trying to shift his sore body, Remus cleared the sleep from his throat. "He woke a few hours ago but then fell back asleep."
"In your lap?" Severus questioned. Finding Potter curled up on the wolf's lap looking like a small child was the last thing he had expected to see.
"Harry..." Remus paused, not sure on what to say. "Harry's not himself."
Sighing, Severus stepped fully into the room and took a seat on the edge of the bed. "So his mind is gone?"
Remus looked thoughtfully down at the sleeping boy in his lap. He had thought about moving him to his bed when he first fell asleep, but he kinda liked the feeling of holding his one and only cub. He hadn't been able to hold Harry like this since he was fifteen months old and Moony was purring with happiness.
"I don't think his mind is fully gone," Remus finally answered, "but he's also not all there. He understood what I was saying, but he didn't recognize me. He was also very childlike."
"That is something I guess," Severus said. "Maybe with time, physical and mental healing, he will return to his old insufferable self. Though, I wouldn't go getting my hopes up that he will be the same Harry that he was before. You can't spend five months in the worst part of Azkaban Prison having Dementors feed off of you for hours a day and come out the same person.
"I know," Remus said sadly. "I just want him to be able to have some kind of a functional life."
"Did he say anything?"
Remus shook his head no. "No, but he was terrified at first, and then when I went to put him down, he clung to me."
"Well, since his bandages don't have to be changed tonight, I will just scan him then be on my way. I will leave the potions on the table for you then come back tomorrow night."
"Thank you, Severus," Remus said sincerely.
Scanning the boy, the only new problem Severus found was a small bump on his forehead. "Do you know what happened to his head?"
"I wasn't here when he woke, but I suspect that he fell out of the bed. I noticed the feint bruise on his forehead after he fell asleep. Is it a problem?"
"No," Severus reassured. "If you need help before I can make it back tomorrow night, contact Narcissa, she has medical training."
"Again, thank you, Severus."
***HP
Harry was happy to wake and find that he was still hallucinating and still on the man's lap. He didn't know how long he slept, but it was nice of the man to let him sleep on him.
"Welcome back," Remus grinned, looking into his cub's beautiful emerald eyes. "Are you hungry?"
Grinning excitedly, Harry nodded his head. He was beyond hungry, he was starving.
"How about I carry you into the kitchen and you can sit at the table while I whip us up some breakfast?"
Harry happily wrapped his arms around the man's neck and waited for him to get up. He hoped he was going to get fed better than he did in reality. Rotten meat and stale bread wasn't very good to eat, that's why he stopped eating days ago.
Remus had to gently pry Harry's arms from around his neck after he sat him down on a chair at the kitchen table. "Cub, I can't cook and hold you at the same time. You have to let me go."
Pouting, Harry reluctantly let go of the man. He wanted food, but he also wanted to be held.
Chuckling at his pouting cub, Remus turned to the stove and started whipping up some pancakes. "Harry, do you remember who I am?" he asked over his shoulder.
Squinting his eyes, Harry looked closely at the man that was cooking up something that smelled wonderful. The man looked very familiar to him, but when he tried to concentrate harder on where he knew the man, it made his head hurt.
"It's alright, Harry," Remus reassured when he saw that he was getting upset. "I was one of your father's best friends and also your teach a few years ago. We grew really close during that time."
Harry grinned, that sounded very nice. Even though the man had yelled at him when they first met, he seemed like someone good to have as a friend. He was very warm and strong when he held him. He was also feeding him and he couldn't remember the last time that he had eaten.
Remus placed a plate with two cut up pancakes with butter and syrup on them in front of Harry. "Cub, since your hands are bandaged, I'm going to have to feed you. Is that alright with you?"
Harry held up his bandaged hands and giggled. It would be hard to eat with these funny things on his hands. Looking to the kind man, he nodded his head.
Shaking his head with a smile on his face, Remus started feeding his cub. As cute as Harry was like this, he hoped that he snapped out of it soon. Not only did he want Harry to be one hundred percent fine both mentally and physically, but he also had to get him to John before someone discovered that he was no longer in his cell. He couldn't leave his cub with the man in this condition, John wasn't exactly the warm, fuzzy, nurturing type.
Harry closed his eyes in bliss as the flavor of the syrup burst on his tongue. For so long it had been the same nasty shit that he forgot that food could taste so good. "Thank you, Mr, Hallucination Man," he said, voice barely above a whisper.
Remus was thrilled to hear Harry talk, he had been terrified that he would never hear his voice again. At the same time though, he was saddened that his cub thought that everything he was experiencing was just a desperate hallucination made up in his poor shattered mind. "Harry cub, this is not a hallucination. We broke you out of Azkaban Prison...you're safe."
Frowning, Harry dropped his chin to his chest. He was done thinking about Azkaban. He decided that he was going to stay in this hallucination world for the rest of his miserable life with the kind man that was warm and cooked good food. If he started believing that everything was real and not a hallucination, then he was going to wake back in his cold, wet, miserable cell.
Sighing, Remus sadly shook his head. Now was obviously not the time to talk about Azkaban and hallucinations. Right now he needed Harry to trust him and be comfortable in his presence. Hopefully Severus would have some ideas on how to help his cub.
***HP
Yawning, Harry snuggled closer into the kind man's side, head resting on his chest. This was best. The man was reading him something from a book, he didn't know what because he really wasn't paying attention, but he liked the sound of the man's voice and the way his chest rumbled under his ear when he talked. He was also blessedly warm and the man made him feel safe.
"Well isn't this a cozy little scene," Severus drawled.
Remus dropped the book he had been reading when his cub literally climbed onto his lap whimpering. "Easy, Harry, it's just Professor Snape. He was kind enough to heal you after we rescued you. He has been returning every night just to check on you."
Walking into the room, Severus took a seat across from the pair. It was clear that he wouldn't be able to scan Potter until the boy got use to his presence. "How has he been today?"
Remus smiled when Harry turned his head, peeking at Severus from under his arm. "Harry has been awake most of the day and evening, he ate three good meals, and he even said thank you."
"And the...?" Severus waved his hand at Potter's head.
"He thinks he's hallucinating," Remus sighed sadly. "He still doesn't recognize me either."
Severus pursed his lips in thought. "I have a potion that is used for mentally ill patients, not for someone as bad off as Frank or Alice Longbottom, but it may be able to help Harry find his way back if I use in combination with going into his mind. It may not be able to fully correct the damage from long term exposure to Dementors, but if we can just get him aware of reality then I think it will be worth a try."
"Longbottom," Harry giggled sweetly, "that's a silly name."
Remus ran his fingers through his cub's hair, chuckling. "I guess it is a pretty silly name."
"I see what you mean about childlike," Severus frowned.
Remus took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "Will it hurt him?" The last thing he wanted to do was cause his cub more pain. Harry had suffered more than enough already.
"If he doesn't fight when I go in, then no," Severus said, pulling out the potion. "If he does then he will end up with a migraine, but I have pain potions for that."
Harry stuck out his bottom lip, he didn't know if they were talking about him, but that didn't sound fun at all. He liked this hallucination and how he was.
Severus could see it in Harry's eyes, the boy wasn't going to cooperate. Unfortunately, they didn't have time to coddle him, they had to get him out of here as soon as possible. Raising an eyebrow at the wolf, he handed him the potion.
Remus tried to keep his body relaxed so as not to warn Harry that something was going to happen. "Cub, can you please drink this for me?"
Harry pressed his lips tightly together and shook his head no. He didn't know what was in the glass bottle, but it was a gross burnt brown color. Nothing good could come from something that looked like poop.
"Merlin forbid you do something the easy way, Potter," Severus sneered. He didn't want to fight the boy and leave him in pain. He just wanted to get him healed and on his way.
"Please, cub," Remus pleaded. "Please drink this...for me."
Harry didn't like the kind man looking so sad, but he also didn't like how nasty the stuff in the glass looked.
Groaning, Severus pulled out a Chocolate Frog that he had confiscated from a first year earlier that day. Rule number three in his class, no eating or drinking. The smallest ingredient added to a potion that didn't belong there could be catastrophic. "If you drink that, Potter, then you can have this Chocolate Frog all to yourself."
Harry's eyes lit up at the colorful box in the dark man's hand. He loved chocolate and he really wanted that box. With his lips still sealed, he held out his hand for the box.
"Drink the potion first," Severus smirked, knowing that he had the boy now.
Harry narrowed his eyes at the dark man. He didn't want to drink the nasty looking stuff, he just wanted the chocolate. Why was the dark man being so mean? Looking up, he pleaded with his eyes to the kind man that had fed him good food and made him feel warm and safe.
"I'm sorry, cub," Remus said softly, heart melting at the look Harry was giving him. "Professor Snape's candy, Professor Snape's rules. I suggest you just quickly down the potion so you can get the yummy chocolate."
"Promise?" Harry asked wearily, looking at the the potion and then at the dark man.
"Promise," Severus said, trying not to role his eyes at the fifteen year old's childlike behavior. He had to keep reminding himself that it wasn't Potter's fault, but he wasn't a very patient man.
Harry watched wide eyed as the kind man took the top off the glass and held it up to his lips. "Open your mouth and just gulp it down," Remus instructed.
Holding his breath, Harry did what the kind man said, gagging as the disgusting poop colored stuff hit his tongue and slid down his throat.
"Very good, Potter," Severus said, handing the frog over to Remus since Potter's hands were wrapped.
With his face still scrunched up in disgust, Harry watched as the kind man opened the box and caught the chocolate frog as it sprung free from it's confinement. Not feeling bad when the man broke a piece of it's wiggling leg off, he opened his mouth and waited.
"When are you going to go into his head?" Remus asked as he fed his cub hunks of the chocolate frog.
"The potion needs thirty minutes, so when he is done with the chocolate I will go in," Severus answered.
Harry hummed happily as he chewed on the delicious chocolate. Who knew that a hallucination could taste so good?
***HP
After Harry finished the chocolate frog, Remus took a damp cloth and washed his face. "Did you enjoy that, cub?"
"It was yummy," Harry said childishly.
"Tell you what, cub, if you are a super good boy for Professor Snape and do exactly what he says, then I will give you another Chocolate Frog to eat tomorrow after breakfast."
Grinning, Harry nodded his head excitedly. "Can I see it now?"
"Sure," Remus chuckled, summoning one of his Chocolate Frogs. He may be an adult, but Chocolate Frog's were one of his guilty pleasures.
Harry gasped when the candy zoomed past his head and into the kind man's outstretched hand. That was wicked.
"You can't eat this until tomorrow, but I will let you hold onto it if you're good."
"I good," Harry professed, eyes glued onto the yummy candy box.
Placing the candy in Harry's lap, Remus looked to Severus and nodded.
"Alright, Potter," Severus said, getting boy's attention. His eyes had been glued to the candy that Remus had given him. "I need you to look into my eyes, and when you feel a nudge in your head, don't fight it."
