I would like to apologize for such a short chapter. I'm working on making them longer. :-) I'm extremely pleased by the response to this story and remember reviews are like cookies!

Disclaimer: The author drags her muse off by her ear. "I own none of this. It belongs to J.K. Rowling. So don't sue as I'm a lowly student with about 12 dollars to her name and a piggy bank filled with pennies."

The boy was back, Severus had no idea why but the boy was back and this time he was pushing a wheel chair.

"Nurse Karen said you'd been complaining about not being able to go outside but your legs aren't working correctly." Harry said with a small smile. "There's a garden that I go to often, some of the plants have healing properties." He rambled as he helped the man into the wheel chair.

"How do you know they have healing properties?"

"Various cultures use plants for maintaining health and for healing the sick, Tasha also told me which ones can harm you."

"Tasha?" The man asked.

"One of the snakes." Harry smirked when the man almost choked on the air he was breathing. "Are you okay sir?"

"You're a parselmouth Mr...?"

"Oh so there's a name for it? My name is Harry."

"Yes, there's a name for most things in the magical world."

"You have your own world?" Harry asked, awe tinting his voice.

"Of course, muggles would become suspicious if we were teaching spells and potions down in basements of houses."

"Muggles?" Harry asked as they reached the garden.

"People who are born without magic to people who have no magic."

"You sound as though you don't like them."

"I tend to dislike people who look upon others with disgust because of what they were born with."

"I mean no offense sir but that sounds hypocritical." Harry said softly as he leaned down to pick up a small green garden snake. "This is Leena." Harry told the man before hissing gently at the snake. ::This man is Severus, he is not to be harmed. Please inform the hatchlings.::

::I will do as you ask little speaker, but remember that you are still a hatchling yourself.::

::So you keep telling me.:: Harry hissed with a laugh as he set the snake back down. "So sir, why are you at this hospital if there's a whole world of magic?"

"I can't walk and my magic is depleted, I'm sure even a brainless teenager can figure that out." The man snapped.

"You can run out of magic?" Harry asked not at all phased by the mans comment.

"Yes, no one has a completely infinite supply and what I have left is keeping my body running."

"Muggles seem to be fine without showing signs of magic, though they have a tiny spark. Not a glow like you do, and the coven has more of a flare that settles in their torso area."

"Coven?" The man asked making Harry smirk, it had seemed for a moment this man knew everything.

"A group of people who follow a religion called Wicca."

"And you know these people?"

"Yes." Harry smiled, "They've done many things for me, Their youngest member is actually visiting me tonight."

"Yet here you are nagging me in the gardens."

Harry just smiled again "So where are you from?" He asked.

"A multitude of places, I spend most of the year in Scotland though."

"Why?"

"I teach. Do you have a question for everything?"

"Yes."

Severus couldn't be angry at the boy, he was asking questions for the sake of knowing and the curiosity was quite refreshing.

"What do you teach?"

"Potions and Advanced Defense Against The Dark Arts."

"People do Dark Magic? What about the Three Fold Law?"

"The what?"

"You practice magic but don't know that fundamentals." Harry shook his head in mock exasperation. Then began to explain everything he knew.

END CHAPTER TWO