Summary: See chapter one

Rating: PG13/T

Disclaimer: Not Fallen Angel's ;-)

A/N: Opps- I made a blunder with the original! At first I just thought it was riduciously short, then I realised the end half/part of the chapter got cut off and Part Seven won't make any sense without it! So here's the redone and revamped version!

Change of An Icy Heart

Part the Fourth: Lilith

"How is he?" Severus asked Madame Pomfrey softy as he walked up next to her. "Better than before, his ribs, leg, and arm are healed, his organs are fine, and his back is scarred, the burns have healed nicely. Other than the pneumonia from his asthma, he's fine. If you'll excuse me, Severus, I must order new supplies for this school year." The mediwitch said, disappearing into her office. Sighing slightly, Severus settled into the chair next to Harry's bed, watching the teen sleep.

"..and if he gets worse or needs anything bring him to you or fire-call him. I know Poppy." Severus said. The teen was still sleeping, his chest rising and falling evenly. Madame Pomfrey tutted slightly. "He'll be fine, Poppy, I swear it." Severus said, hands up in a sign of peace. Poppy nodded, slightly reluctant. Thanking her, Severus turned back to Harry, Poppy Flooing from the cottage.

"Harry! What are you doing up!" Severus exclaimed as he entered the kitchenette, planning on getting breakfast, but had entered to find Harry already cooking. The teen spun, dropping the plate he had been holding. He fell to his knees, apologizing like his life depended on it as he tried to pick up the pieces. "Harry, stop!" Severus exclaimed as he dropped next to the teen, grabbing his forearms as his wrists were bandaged. "Please don't!" Harry whimpered, struggling against Severus. "Harry! It's me, Severus!" He said, cupping the teens chin so he could look at him. "Sorry." Harry muttered as he stopped, embarrassed. "Harry, you have nothing to apologize for, all right? All that happened was you dropped a plate. You have nothing to apologize for. It's no big deal, see? Reparo." Severus said, flicking his wand as the plate flew back together. "Good as new, see? What's wrong?" He said, worry in his voice, as the teen remained silent. "Harry?" He prodded gently.

"Why are you so nice? Nobody's ever been like this to me before, this nice I mean, and caring about this." Harry said as Severus stood, giving him a hand up. "I made a promise to Lily after you were born. It's traditional in wizarding families for the parents to pick separate godparents. Your father chose Sirius Black and Arabella Figg. Your mother chose Alice Longbottom and myself." Severus said, not meeting Harry's eye as he helped the boy to a cream coloured couch. "So, you're my godfather? You and my mum were friends?" Harry inquired. "Yes, I am, and yes we were. Lily and I grew up together, we were neighbours, her parents had their magic removed during Grindewalds reign, and our families were good friends. Once at Hogwarts, we knew we couldn't be friends publicly without arising suspicion. Rather than destroy our friendship, we kept it hidden, tormenting each other's House." Severus explained softly as he allowed the teen to lean against him, his head on his shoulder, remembering how much Harry had caved attention subconsciously. Harry relaxed slightly, smiling inwardly at the positive attention he was getting. He found himself drifting off to sleep, feeling safe for once. In the hands of someone who cared. Who was like a father to him, a savour. With that final thought on his mind, Harry cuddled closer to Severus as sleep over took him like waves over a sandy beach.

Harry awoke hours later to find he was stretched out on a couch, his head elevated in a soft, fluffy pillow. Opening his eyes blearily, he was surprised to find that his pillow was resting on Severus' lap, and the older wizard was staring into the fire, his fingers running through Harry's hair in a calming, fatherly way. The teen made a sound of contentment, drawing the attention of Severus. "Awake finally, are you?" He asked softly as he helped the teen sit up. "Yes, how long was I asleep for, sir?" Harry asked as Severus felt his forehead. "You slept for five hours. Hmm, you're still too warm; you'll need a Fever Reducer and more sleep." Severus mused as Harry's eyes drooped closed again, hiding the brilliant emerald. "Still tired?" Severus asked, his calm voice laced with worry. "Mhmm." Harry murmured, his head falling onto the elder mans shoulder. Sighing slightly, Severus stood, gently picking up the slight teen as he carried Harry to his room, frowning slightly at Harry's (lack of) weight.

Setting the teen on his bed, Severus Transfigured Harry's robes into pyjamas, pulling the duvet over Harry. The teen instantly curled up, clutching the blanket in his hands. Murmuring soothingly to Harry, Severus settled into the armchair next to the bed, watching intently as he charge slept peacefully.

Harry awoke with a start, eyes searching wildly around his darkened room. Shuddering, he pulled his legs to his chest, wrapping his arms around him. Using one hand, he carefully took his glasses from his nightstands, setting them on his nose. He rocked back and forth, shaking, muttering to himself. His latest vision hadn't been pretty, Voldemort hadn't been pleased with his Death Eaters. This was the worst part, Harry mused, being able to see Voldemort torture his followers and innocents. Hearing the portrait to the quarters open, Harry placed his glasses back on his nightstand and burrowed under his covers, closing his eyes and feigning sleep.

Harry shuffled into the kitchenette, yawning widely. He mumbled a 'good morning' to Severus as he took his seat and reached for the cereal. He poured milk on the corn flakes, resting his head in one hand as he stifled another yawn, closing his eyes tightly from the wave of pain brought by his latest vision. Being half-asleep and having his eyes closed, Harry failed to notice Severus set down his paper with a frown as he watched the teen. He therefore started when he felt his professor's cool hand on his forehead. "You're burning up, you shouldn't be this hot even with pneumonia. It's probably influenza." He muttered, lowering his hand. Harry opened his eyes and gave his professor a bewildering look. "Pneumonia? Influenza?" He asked, his emerald eyes glazed from fever. "Yes, yes. Finish your breakfast and then it's back to bed with you. Stay here while I get a fever reducer." Severus said, leaving the room. Sighing, Harry started on his cereal.

Severus re-entered the kitchen, a vial of fever reduce in his hand. Harry was still at the table, arms folded on the tabletop, his head resting on them, and clearly asleep. Severus sighed, crossing the room and tucking the vial into his pockets. He picked up the teen carefully, heading for his bedroom, muttering to himself about sick teenagers not taking care of themselves.

Severus sighed. Harry definitely had pneumonia and the flu. No wonder the child was looking so drained, he'd only just recovered from his relatives abuse, and his immune system was weak, added with malnourishment. The teen moaned softly, shifting in the bed. Severus laid a cold compress against the child's burning forehead. Harry's fever had spiked- well over one hundred and two degrees Fahrenheit."Hush, child." Severus murmured soothingly, his free hand gently carding through Harry's messy locks. Harry sighed softly, shifting slightly closer to Severus, a look of slight contentment gracing his features.