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Everything is JK Rowling's. I just wished I owned it.
Madame Pomfrey walked through the yellow door and set some potions down on the nightstand next to Harry's bed
Madame Pomfrey walked through the yellow door and set some potions down on the nightstand next to Harry's bed.
She walked over and gently shook his arm, softly saying, "Harry, its time to get up, dear."
"I'm up, I'm up" Harry quickly replied and immediately tried to sit up and get out of bed.
Madame Pomfrey carefully stopped the boy and lowered him back to the bed, explaining, "Harry, dear, you can't move your head that much yet. Just sit back, and let us slowly sit you up," she quietly told the boy.
"I, um, kinda forgot where I was, sorry about that. Was it normal for me to get dizzy if I sit up too fast?" he asked the Healer, unaware his professor was watching the whole scene from the doorway.
"It is perfectly normal to feel dizzy after a head injury such as yours. That is why you should not try to get up fast or move your head around much in the next few days," the tall man replied for her. Harry was astonished that his professor didn't yell at him for his language.
"Don't you have something to say to Harry?" she asked in an almost angry voice, as she watched the man walk across the room and place the vial on the nightstand next to the others.
"Later, perhaps," he said to Madame Pomfrey in his usual sarcastic manner, "but for now, I would like to have Harry try out this new potion I developed for him. It is a bone mender but doesn't have the side effect of fever like the normal ones do. Is it okay that he tries it, Poppy?" he asked, trying to distract her from making him apologize to his least favorite student.
"He may try it. I also want him to take a fever reducer, a blood- replenisher and a pain potion now," she said, scrutinizing the boy for any signs of pain, "but first I will check him."
She quickly waved her wand and small letters appeared in front of her. "Fever of 102 degrees, concussion, cracked skull, throat infection," the small letters spelled out.
"Go ahead, Severus, you may give him all of the potions. After that, you two must both eat dinner. I am leaving for London in about an hour and will check in shortly before I leave," she explained to the Potions Master, who was looking rather impatient to try out the new potion. She quickly left the room but not before sending a cold, hard glare towards the younger professor.
"Alright, Mr. Potter, I am going to help you sit up and then will charm your bed so it supports you in an upright position. Then, I will help you take your potions and then dinner. Is there anything you want for dinner?" the snarky potions master asked uncharacteristically.
"May I please have some chicken broth again?" Harry quietly asked, as the Potions Master helped him sit up and then charmed the bed.
"Dobby!" the professor called and in a second the little elf was bowing at the edge of the bed.
"Can you please bring us a bowl of chicken broth and a chicken pot pie, along with two goblets of pumpkin juice and a glass of water, please?" Snape asked the little elf politely.
"Yes, Master Snape. Is Master Harry feeling better, sir? If Master Snape wants Dobby to sit with Master Harry later tonight, Dobby would happily oblige! " Dobby squeaked.
"Once he eats dinner and takes his potions he will be fine. Can you please get us our food?" Severus barked at him. With a pop, the little elf hastily retreated.
Snape uncorked the first vial and pressed it against Harry's lips so he could drink. Once that one was empty, the next one was taken. After a few minutes, the four vials stood empty on the nightstand. Snape did another check of Harry to see if the potions worked.
"Fever of 101, concussion, throat infection," the little numbers read as they appeared in front of the professor.
"Are you feeling a little better now, Mr. Potter? Anymore pain?" Snape gently asked the boy.
"I feel a lot better now, sir. My throat and head don't hurt anymore, sir. Sir, does that mean that my cracked skull is healed?" Harry said, obviously relieved he was no longer in pain.
"It does, Mr. Potter. However, you still can not move your head because of your concussion," the Potions professor patiently explained.
Just then, Dobby reappeared with a large tray of food, which he placed on the table next to Harry's bed.
"Is Master Harry feeling better?" Dobby quietly asked.
"Yes Dobby. Thanks for bringing the food and for taking care of me. I promise I'll buy you a new set of socks the next Hogsmead weekend," Harry said, smiling at his little friend.
"You are too kind, Master Harry," Dobby said as he bowed and popped out of the room.
Professor Snape and Harry ate dinner silently, neither knowing what to say to each other. Harry even managed to eat half of the bowl of broth.
"Um, professor, may I ask you a question, sir?" Harry tentatively asked, as Snape was cleaning up their dinner.
"Alright," the professor stated, much to Harry's astonishment.
"What were you talking about when I woke up earlier?" the student inquired, clearly fearful that his professor would get angry and storm out of the room before answering the question.
"First of all, I would like to apologize for waking you up. It was not my intention for you to overhear that conversation and I merely forgot there was another person in my quarters," the Potions Master said clearly but softly.
After a short pause, he continued speaking, "We were discussing the nightmare I had while I was taking a nap. She came in to check on you and discovered it."
"Do you find it helpful to talk about them, sir? My friends always tell me that but I rarely ever talk about them. I don't want others to find out about some things," Harry wondered, staring at his bedding and making sure he didn't meet the eyes of his professor.
"I think it might help your Occlumency if you talked to someone about them. Part of your problems controlling your mind when you sleep probably stem from the fact you have frequent nightmares. Have you ever considered going to an adult with your nightmares, instead of your peers?" the usually cold-hearted man told the confused teen.
"Who would I go to? Dumbledore is busy and often away from the castle, and McGonagall is busy with her duties as deputy headmistress," the student snappily replied.
"Potter, watch your tone," the professor sneered, before continuing in a much gentler tone, "What about Poppy?"
"Well, I hate the Hospital Wing so much that I prefer to stay away from it as much as I can. Although trouble seems to find me anyways and land me in there," Harry replied.
"And I thought it was your Potter blood that always seems to motivate you to find trouble," the professor said sarcastically.
"Severus!"
Both men turned to see the Healer, with her hands on her hips and a very irate look on her face, standing in the doorway.
AN: Please review!! If you have comments or suggestions, I would love to hear them. I am not going to be putting Remus and Sirius in this story.