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Slight warning- some fluff, some OCC-ness.


Foolish Games Part 7

Two weeks.

Two weeks had passed since the birth of Harry's daughter, and the man had yet to awaken. After pronouncing her name to the occupants in the room, he promptly fell unconscious. The stress upon his body, especially that inflicted during the burst of his wild magic, had torn at his insides, damaging a few of his vital organs. The blood loss was perceived at first as minimal. But hours after the birth, Robert, alarmed by the redness of the sheets covering Harry's body, discovered his patient was bleeding rather profusely. Slicing across his sun kissed chest, a few deep gashes seeped his life force. Further investigative scans determined damage to one of his lungs, several ribs having broke sometime during the ordeal.

Robert was baffled, at first. There had been no indication the Harry had been cut during his fit. He shook his head in confusion. "I've never seen anything like this. It's almost like his body is punishing him somehow."

Watching the younger man, pale and rasping in breaths, Severus frowned. "What do you need?" he asked Robert quietly. Hermione sat off to the side, holding the sleeping Ellie. Her face was pale and drawn with concern.

"Why didn't you catch this before?" she questioned, her tone accusatory. Robert shot a look at both of them before turning back to Harry.

"I think his further injuries are due more to the attack of wild magic he suffered after the birth. As it was directly after, his body was not allowed the opportunity to heal in any form." He shook his head, then looked back at Severus. "I need all the Blood Replenishing potions you have, Severus." He sighed. "This could be a long night."

Severus said nothing, taking one last glance at Harry before flooing back to his house. In the comfort of his potions lab, he felt his legs give out, his body sliding down the closed door. Hanging his head, his breath shuttered out of his body as his hands began to shake. He shoved them both through his hair and closed his eyes. "Please," he whispered, a silent prayer. "Don't take him. He has too much to live for still."

He sat there until his limbs stopped trembling. Slowly rising to his feet, he stumbled to his potion stores, grabbing at all the Blood Replenishing potions he could find. Holding ten vials in his hands, he could only hope it would be enough for now. The first chance he got, he would brew more.

He took a few more moments to completely compose himself. It would do no good for anyone to see the cracks in his mask his worry for Harry caused. With his cloak billowing behind him, he re-entered the floo and stepped out into Harry's room. The room, filled with quietness, almost felt stifling. Robert stood, speaking to one of his medi-nurses, her long brown hair swaying along her back as she shook her head. Robert rubbed a hand over his tired face. His eyes shifted to rest on the Potion Master. The look there was one of anxiety.

Hermione restlessly paced the length of the room now, rocking the baby as she cooed. Her gazed fixed on her friend, she worried her bottom lip fiercely.

"Has there been any change?" Severus asked, striding over to Robert and handing over his precious potions. Robert nodded.

"He's getting weaker. I have half a mind to move him to St. Mungo's, at least until we can get his body repaired. The scans are showing that his organs are trying to shift back into their respective places."

"Trying?" Severus echoed.

"Yes, trying." Robert shook his head, frustration written all over his face. "I don't know what's wrong, exactly. My earlier assessment seems to be true. His body is fighting with itself. Now that Ellie is gone, it appears confused. The shifting inside of him is only intensifying the bleeding. I really need to be able to operate."

"And St. Mungo's would be the ideal place for that," Severus concluded. Robert nodded. Severus stepped up to the bed, his hand resting on Harry's hot forehead. He watched the man struggling to breath. Finally, he turned back to the Healer. "Then go, take him."

Hermione's head shot up and her eyes widened. "What? No. You can't just decide that. You have no right to," she shouted. The noise startled Ellie and she began to cry pitifully.

Severus glared at the woman before him. He reached out, taking Ellie from her arms and placed her down on Harry's chest. Harry gave a sigh, his breathing becoming less laborious. "Would you rather he die, then, Mrs. Weasley? I assure you, if he continues without the proper medical care, he very well could."

Hermione blanched and shook her head. "No," she conceded. She knew the stoic man was all too correct. They couldn't lose him now. "Alright," she looked up at the Healer. "Do what you need to do."

Robert, observing the battle of wills, gestured to the two sleeping occupants. "If what happened earlier is any indication, Ellie will need to be near by. Harry's magic is too volatile to take any sort of risk. And I don't fancy having the hospital leveled should it get out of control."

Ellie opened her sea foam eyes and blinks a moment before settling back to sleep again. Hermione nodded in agreement. "Could you set up a private room, perhaps. Somewhere on the same floor as the operating room?" she requested, thinking of Harry's continued need for privacy. She shivered at the idea of the media, and Draco getting a whiff of Harry's condition, not to mention his daughter.

Robert gave an indulgent smile. "Of course, Mrs. Weasley. We will take every possible precaution to ensure his safety and Ellie's too." He turned to Severus. "I'll go ahead and get rooms prepped. Could you follow with Harry and Ellie when I call? I shan't be long."

Already moving to find another blanket, Severus nodded. "Of course. We will be awaiting your call."


The move was hurried and filled with trepidation. Anxiety ran high through all involved. The last thing anyone wanted to see was the loss of Harry. Hermione shuddered to think what might happen to not only Ellie, but Severus as well.

She realized, off-handedly, that when Severus had made the decision to allow Harry's move, he was effectively proclaiming future responsibility for Harry's well being. Giving the harsh man a side long look as he paced around the room set up for Harry's recovery, she had to wonder if he himself understood the implications of his actions. A small smile, the first in hours, drifted across her face as she watched him pick up Ellie, cuddling her to his chest, and resume his jaunt around the room. He actually looked quite comfortable, holding Ellie. If not for her spun white gold hair, one could almost assume she was his.

A jolt of worry went through her suddenly. Harry couldn't hide the darling babe forever. His life was too much in the public eye. Although, she had to hand it to him, and Severus both. They had managed to hide Harry's pregnancy throughout the months. Not even a whisper had been heard on the gossip chains of his condition.

"Professor," she called. He paused, giving her a inquiring look. "I was wondering how you and Harry kept his pregnancy a secret all this time."

Severus looked down at the sleeping baby in his arms, before settling into a chair next to Hermione. "It was not what we did so much as what we didn't do." He shook his head at her confused look. "Harry, as you should remember, has been rather reclusive following his departure from Mr. Malfoy. His cottage is un-plottable, and with the amount of magic I felt protecting it during my first encounter, it is apparent any intruder that would attempt to find him would be dissuaded quite easily."

Hermione thought this over then nodded. "That makes sense. And after his Quiddich accident and his coach grounding him it would be that much easier for him to stay out of the public eye."

"Indeed. He was most fortunate to obtain Robert as his Healer. He understood Harry's need for this to stay private. And the floo network is an useful tool when one wants to travel without being seen."

Hermione tapped her lip with her finger. "Do you think he will be able to maintain the same with Ellie? I don't want to even think about what Draco might do if he knew."

Severus too had thought about Draco's reactions if he were to know. "Mr. Malfoy is too concerned with his image as the Wizarding world's playboy to be even halfway aware of what might be going on around him," he said, his words tinged with disgust. The boy may be his godson, but his actions as of late, both towards Harry and after, were unbecoming for a pure-blood. "If he were to acquire knowledge of his daughter, it is my belief he would see her has damaging to his reputation."

Hermione frowned, a deep line marring her pretty brow. "I don't understand it at all. He and Harry were so happy. They fought so hard to be together. How could he do what he did to Harry? It's like he completely reverted back to his old Malfoyish behavior. He became the total git we knew in school." Her eyes teared slightly. "I can't imagine how Harry felt during it all."

Severus shifted Ellie slightly in his embrace, taking in her perfect features. "I happened upon Harry shortly after he left Mr. Malfoy," he confided. It amazed him slightly, that he felt comfortable enough with his former student to converse like this. Love really does make a difference, he reflected. Then, he smirked slightly mentally. Merlin but he was becoming a sap. He returned his attention to his companion.

"His appearance was quite distressing. Suffice it to say, he reminded me of the boy I taught in the latter part of his fifth year."

Hermione gasped softly. She remembered all too well how hollow Harry had been after Sirius' death. Watching him move about the school had been painful to say the least. "Oh," she breathed.

"Indeed," came the reply.

Hours later, a tired but triumphant Robert joined them. He shared a tired look with the two adults in the room and sank down into a conjured chair.

"He'll live," he told them, answering the questions flashing in both their eyes. "And his magic is well intact. I've placed him in a healing coma for now. Obviously we will be watching him closely. But, I think within a week, he should be healed sufficiently to bring him out of the coma. We all know how powerful he is. It should accelerate his recovery rate. How's Ellie?" He peered at the bundle in Severus' arms. "She seems to be comfortable, Severus."

"She has been napping for the most part since we got here," Hermione answered.

"What will be done about her feedings?" Severus asked. "And her care while Harry is indisposed?"

Robert took her from the Potion Master, checking her over with a soft smile on his face. "I can assign a medi-nurse from the Nursery to help with her care. You are both very busy, obviously. And she needs to be near her father."

Hermione shook her head immediately. "No, I'll stay. I have some vacation time saved up. She needs a familiar face, I think."

"And Mr. Weasley will allow this?" Severus asked, snidely.

Hermione shot him a glare. "Quite honestly, Professor, I don't care if he does. His attitude towards this whole situation has been just awful. I decided already that I would help Harry however I could. Ron will just have to put up or shut up," she replied, a hard edge in her voice.

Severus was a bit taken aback. He had never seen Hermione stand with such backbone. Ron had obviously stepped over a certain line with her. He nodded with a look of admiration. "I too can take off some time to be here when needed. Perhaps in the evening? It will allow you to spend your nights at home," he offered. Hermione nodded in agreement.

Robert grinned. "Sounds like a plan to me. I agree with Mrs. Weasley here. It would do Ellie good to have people around her that she is familiar with. And as you two have already formed a bond with her, I think your continued involvement is ideal." He stood, stretching slightly. "I'm sure Harry would approve as well."


So began the almost lazy days of the following week. Harry's room was turning into a small apartment, with another bed, Ellie's bassinette and a private bathroom. A couch sat off to one side of his bed, and two chairs occupied the space by the window. The room looked somewhat homey, for a hospital room. And in the middle lay Harry, asleep in his healing coma.

A casual routine was set out by Hermione and Severus, each satisfied with their time slot. The mornings and afternoons belonged to Hermione, who had taken a two week leave of absence from work. Whether or not Ron approved was never disclosed, but Severus could tell by the firm set of the young woman's jaw, her husband would be hard pressed to divert her from her course.

Severus himself would arrive just after dinnertime. His business tended to pick up in the summer months, and he found he needed to hire an extra assistant. The young man was competent enough, he supposed. Richards was often left in charge of closing when Severus could not. He discovered he liked the quiet of Harry's room after the hustle and bustle of his shop.

Here he could relax just a bit, letting the weariness of the day wash away. He sat in his customary chair, reading while Ellie cooed in her bed, wrapped securely in her fuzzy blanket. The sound was soothing to his ears, knowing she was doing alright. She was a remarkably pleasant baby, with her bright wandering eyes. Severus could see the intelligence flashing within their colorful depths.

Not that it should be surprising in the least. She was the offspring of two rather incredible wizards. Harry, for all his lack of skills in potions, was by far heads above any wizard of their time in defensive spells and other such subjects. And Severus had determined early on in their re-formed acquaintance, that the younger man was very well read and intelligent in a quiet way. It was true he would never be on Hermione's level. But he was by no means stupid.

Draco, too, was arguably bright, as his scores in school had attested to. He, unlike his former partner, had not had the pressure of constant death treats looming over him. And the domineering force of his father had only served to intensify his drive for furthering his education.

No, Severus reflected, Ellie would most certainly be a very bright little witch, a credit to both her blood lines. And with Hermione and himself to watch over her as well, her success was assuredly guaranteed.

He paused, shocked. Somewhere in the past week, his mind had come to the decision to continue as a part of Ellie's, and by extension, Harry's lives. The fact that he was not second guessing this was testimony to his earlier thoughts. He was well on his way to falling for this little family.

The medi-witch on duty entered the room, interrupting his thoughts. He raised a brow as he watched her bustle around the room. Robert's team were well informed of their duties and the need for secrecy in regards to their famous patient and his daughter. Each one was adept, and Severus, although usually quite cautious, felt at ease with them all.

"How are we tonight, Mr. Snape?" the older woman asked, her dulling brown eyes sparkling. Her grey hair pulled into a gentle bun, and her golden glinted glasses gave her the appearance of a kindly grandmother. Of the three, she was the one Severus respected the most. Her years in the field made her both knowledgeable and reliable. Her bedside manner, gentle and caring, when dealing with Harry and Ellie only served to endear her more.

He nodded, closing his book and setting it on a side table. "As well as can be, Martha."

She gave him a smile. "Of course you are Severus. As if you could admit to being more than alright?" she teased.

"I will be such when Mr. Potter here awakens," he replied, trying for an indifferent tone, and failing. He continued watching her as she ran her wand over the prone pale body of said man. She nodded at the results and turned back to him.

"That should be very soon, then. His vitals continue to rise, and his magic is stable enough that Healer Robert said he would lift the healing coma tomorrow." She ventured over to Ellie's bed, the lines on her face softening dramatically. She preformed the same scan on the baby. Severus stood, peering down at the wide awake little girl.

"How is she?" he asked, drawing those glorious eyes to his. She scrunched up her face with a yawn that ended in a squeal.

"She's well, those nutrient potions are doing wonders in catching her up in her development." Ellie responded with a sneeze. Martha grinned and picked her up, making sure her swaddled blanket was tightly wound around the tiny body. She handed Ellie to Severus. "She'll be hungry here shortly. I'll go prepare her bottle."

Severus cuddled the baby to his chest and made his way over to the window. Ellie squirmed about, working her way up to protesting her empty stomach. Severus swayed a bit, looking out over the courtyard. The darkness below was lit only with the lights of charmed lanterns, their waving light casting weird and wonderful shadows over the lawn. "Someday soon, you will be running around in the grass with your daddy." His gaze turned sad. "Where will I be then?" he asked.

"Right there with them," Martha responded, reentering the room. Severus turned, giving her a mild sneer.

"You seem to presume too much, Martha," he told her, handing Ellie back over to the aged nurse. She sat down in the rocking chair. Smacking noises soon followed as Ellie enjoyed her meal. With a smirk of her own, Martha shook her head, pinning the dark man with a knowing look.

"Somehow, I think it is you who presumes too little. Mr. Potter will not be so hasty as to toss you aside. You two have formed a bond over the past months. Robert told me of the birth. You cannot say that he was not happy to see you there," she challenged.

Severus frowned, remembering that night only a week ago, and the joy reflected in Harry's eyes as he looked at Severus. He could not simply say it was due only to Ellie. No, there had been emotions in those emerald depths that were for Severus alone. He could kid himself, hid away behind his wall of denial, but after the months they had spent in each others company, Severus knew Harry's eyes never lied. The younger man had truly been at the very least relieved that he was there.

He sighed, knowing it would do no good to argue to point with himself, or Martha. So he inclined his head slightly. "I will not deny he looked somewhat pleased to see me. But what that means for my place in their lives has yet to be determined." He sighed deeply.

Martha transferred Ellie to her shoulder, tapping the babe lightly on the back. She leveled a hard look at the man now perched in his chair once again. He seemed to focus on the younger man before them, his lips drawn tightly into a concentrated frown. "Don't sabotage it, Severus," she replied, drawing his attention back to her for the moment. The frown grew more pronounced. She tutted, clicking her tongue at him. "Don't give me that look. You have something going for you here, friendship or more. Don't do something to sabotage it."

Severus glared at the wise woman. "I do not sabotage my relationships, Martha," he shot back petulantly. "I simply do not have them at all."

Martha had to laugh a bit. "Too right you are, my dear. You haven't had one ever since you hurt that poor boy's mother." Her eyes lingered on Harry, the expression soft. It remained so as she looked back to the brooding older man. "Lily was a fine girl, but she was by no means perfect. You both did wonders in maiming your friendship. However, she forgave you in the end. And you tried your best to make amends, I know. Harry, here, knows that too, I'm sure. And from what I can tell, he forgave you long ago."

Severus said nothing, dipping his head down as his inky hair fell in a curtain, shielding his face. It was a move Martha had seen before, in his younger years. She knew he was feeling vulnerable, and so gave him a moment of silence. When she spoke again, it was in a whisper. "So why can't you forgive yourself, and allow yourself the happiness you want so badly?"

"I still have much to make up for," he responded from behind his shield.

"We all do, Severus." Martha's hand reached out, touching his knee in a form of familiarity few were allowed with him. "Just don't let your attempts at being perfect destroy the chance you've been given. It wasn't for nothing you were the one to take care of him all this time. Remember that."

Slowly Severus' pale hand brushed over the top of hers and he raised his head. "I'll try," he whispered in a voice that sounded much younger. She nodded, rising from her chair slowly. Walking over to the bassinette, she laid the sleeping Ellie back down, casting one final scanning spell on her. With a satisfied look, she did the same to Harry before turning back to the now silent Potions Master. With a press on his shoulder, she vacated the room, allowing the small family some peace.

Severus stumbled out of his chair as soon as they were alone, his eyes glued to Harry. Martha's words resonated within him, strengthening the strange feelings he had now began to understand to their fullest. The push and pull he had put not only himself, but Harry through during those final months boiled down to one single emotion.

Love.

And by Merlin, it scared him to death. The idea he could have a second chance to do something good, to make up for the loss he inadvertently created in Harry's life- it was overwhelming to say the least. His knees buckled as he reached the side of Harry's bed, his hand clutching the frail pale one in his. He bowed his head against their joined hands, his breathing heavy and deep. His eyes slid closed, the lids too heavy to keep open in the onslaught of such powerful feelings.

For once in his dark life, Severus saw a light shining that was meant for only him. And for once in his life, he wanted nothing more than to hold on to it as long as he could. Harry's hand tightened slightly on his. He looked up, only to find the man still slept. But he was there, just under the surface. Just waiting to wake up.

And so Severus sat there that night, grasping that hand as if it were the only thing keeping him together.

At that time, it truly was.


Robert was most relieved the next morning, to find the results from the scans to be wonderfully promising. He told Hermione and a tired looking Severus, that everything was mending at a fine rate and would continue to do so, even after Harry regained consciousness. With a smile and a flourish of his wand, overly dramatic in Severus' opinion, he ended the healing coma spell.

Silence descended on the room as everyone waited with bated breath for those dark emerald eyes to open.

And waited.

And waited.

After an hour had passed, Robert's face began to pinch into a frown. His eyes narrowed as he once again reviewed the scans results. Running a hand through his graying hair he shook his head worriedly. "I don't understand. He should have woke up by now. There is no indication that his bodily functions are decreased, or that his magic is too low. I wouldn't have ended the coma if that were the case."

"And his brain activity?" Severus voiced.

Robert shook his head again. "Normal. By all means, he should have woken right up. This doesn't make any sense."

"Things rarely do when it concerns Mr. Potter here," Severus commented ruefully. Hermione shot his a dark look and grabbed Harry's hand.

"It's cold," she remarked suddenly, her eyes wide in horror. "Why is it cold?"

Robert, too, made a grab for his other hand. He waved his wand, catching Harry's temperature. "It's a little low, but nothing too significant. Although, his skin temperature is much lower than we would normally see."

"Perhaps he just needs time to readjust?" Hermione asked, her voice quiet with fear. A fear Severus felt himself echoing. He stepped up beside her, his eyes running over Harry's body quickly.

"Could it be his own body put a secondary healing coma spell on him?" he suggested.

Shrugging, Robert tapped his lip with his finger. "I've never heard of that happening before. But I suppose, give Harry's magic reserves, it might be possible." He shared a look with the other two. "If that's the case, we will have to wait until his magic relinquishes its hold on the spell." Then he stepped away. "In the meantime, I will look into this matter further. It's best to cover all our bases, just in case. Can one of you remain with him a little longer?"

Hermione and Severus nodded in unison. "Of course, Robert," Severus answered.

The Healer nodded his thanks and disappeared. Almost immediately, Hermione sank into the couch, her head in her hands. Silent little sobs wracked her frame.

Severus stood there, frozen with uncertainty. Offering comfort was still something so foreign to him, especially when he didn't understand why she was in need of it. He cleared his throat lowly. "Come now, Mrs. Weasley, is there really any need for this outburst? I understand Gryffindors are prone to the over display of emotions. But Harry will be fine, he simply needs more rest." He tried his best to sound sympathetic.

Hermione raised red rimmed eyes and a small smile broke across her features, puzzling Severus even more so. "I know Professor. I'm not upset, not really," she said, wiping at the lingering tears with her sleeve, a rather childish move in light of her age.

"Then the reason behind this emotional show is?" he asked, his tone clipped.

Hermione tried to glare, but didn't quite achieve it. Instead, her smile grew. "I'm happy, actually. After all this, he'll be okay. He'll finally be alright, and Ellie will have her Daddy." Her smile drooped off, her eyes refilling with tears. "I was just so worried, you know? That Ellie would end up like Harry. I could never imagine what it would be like, going through life without parents." She paused, sobbing quietly. "I remember when we were on the run…looking for the Horcruxes. Harry and I went to Godric's Hollow. Did you know?" she asked.

Severus shook his head. "No, Harry and I tend to not speak of that time."

Nodding in understanding, Hermione sighed. "I suppose he wouldn't. Although, I always thought he should talk about it more. I think he bottles it up too much. Even when he was with D…Dra…," she faltered slightly. "With Malfoy, he never really opened up." She shook her head minutely. "We went there, it was snowing. Ron had just left us not too long before. Harry felt their fight more than I did, I think, even if we were the ones dating. Trust me, their fight in your living room was nothing compared to that one. They always tend to say the worse things to each other, really hammer their buttons, you know? So when he, Ron I mean, left, Harry decided it was time to move. We ended up there."

Her eyes took on a far away look, and Severus watched, drinking up her words. "The graveyard, it was all covered in snow, and I kept thinking how peaceful and pretty it should have been. But it wasn't. It was horrible and cold and…" her voice cracked once again. "His eyes, Professor. They were so filled with pain. It was the first time he had ever even been there. I think it struck home for me just how precious having our family around us is." She stood, taking slow measured steps to Ellie's bed. Her hand trembled terribly as she touched the infants soft cheek. Her eyes lifted to meet Severus'. He could see all the sorrow and hope she held for her friend and his little daughter.

"No one ever deserves to go through that kind of pain. Ellie and Harry least of all," she said. Something unfathomably deep flashed through the brown depths, and Severus understood in that instant the double blade of her words. He nodded his head in agreement.

"They won't, Hermione. Not while they have people like you in their lives," he assured her.

If his use of her given name caught her off guard, she covered it well. Instead, she let a small smile flit across her lips. "They are just as lucky to have you too, Severus. Harry knows that very well."

Severus remained silent, recalling his earlier conversation with Martha. It seemed everyone had caught on before he had. He wasn't quite sure what to make of that. Despite his own admittance, he was more than a little reluctant to acknowledge his place in the future of the Potter family to others. Perhaps, however, it was not in his grasp to make such an acknowledgment after all. Settling back into his chair, he watched over the two friends for the rest of the night, dozing off in the early dawn hours.


Sometime before breakfast, Hermione had slipped out, so that when he awoke next, the room was devoid of conscious life. From his position in his chair, he could tell Harry's condition remained unchanged. Baby Ellie too was still blissfully asleep, her little lips parted as she breathed. He observed her for a while, taking in her perfect little features. A part of him still scoffed at the idea of Potter having such a child, while the other part soundly told him to shut it. Harry himself was a beautiful man, looking much less like his father in his adult years, and more of a graceful mix between his lovely mother and his paternal grandfather, who was admittedly a roguishly handsome man in his time.

A smirk formed. Oh if only James Potter could see his son now. He wondered what he and Lily would have thought about the direction their son's life had taken. Looking down at Ellie, he decided they would be rather proud indeed.


Days passed without a change in the still comatose man. There were indications that he had some motor skills- a twitch of the finger, or the turning of his head to the side. And yet, those green eyes remained sealed shut. On the fourth day, Robert was to the point of exasperation.

"It's inconceivable that he should still be like this. All his injuries are almost fully healed, and his magic grows exponentially stronger every day, as long as Ellie is near. I simply cannot see why he is still out," the frustrated Healer growled out.

Hermione handed him a steaming cup of tea and shook her head. "Harry's stubborn. He's always done things on his own timetable." She placed a hand over the younger man's. "He'll come around soon, I know it. He has a beautiful baby to see."

Robert smiled slightly. "Well, Mrs. Weasley. It seems your opinion has turned around."

Hermione blushed a bit. "No, I just needed to remember who my friend really is. He's a fighter, and he'll come back." She plucked Ellie from her bed, grabbing the bottle off the nearby table and began to feed the little one. Ellie made happy smacking noises as she drank, filling the room with the sound.

"You're right of course. His body obviously put him in this state for a reason, and once that reason is fulfilled, he will be with us once more." He shrugged his shoulders tiredly. "I guess I forget sometimes there is only so much we in the medical trade can do. It's up to the patient to want to get well. Or in this case wake up." He waved his hand as he exited the room. "Make sure you go home tonight. You look like you could use a bit of rest."

Hermione nodded, focusing back on her task as the Healer slipped from the room. Home had been a bit of a tense place to be as of late. Ron was still sore over her decision to spend so much time in St. Mungo's with Harry and Ellie. In some ways, she could understand. He was her husband, after all. But Harry needed her more than Ron, and she would not go back on her word, no matter how big a fit he threw.

Of all this, Severus knew only a little. He refused to stoop so low as to pry into Hermione's life, a gentle sort of respect having been established between the two. He was an observant man, however, and could deduce that there was still trouble between the two. Trouble caused no doubt by the current situation their friend found himself in. Regardless of the fault, Ron, it appeared, was one to hold a fierce grudge, and to act hotheadedly in accordance with said grudge.

It was sad, really. To see a grown man behave as he had, and still continued to. So it was with great surprise that Severus walked in on a distressed red head six days into Harry self-imposed coma. The younger man sat beside Harry bed, his hands folded and hanging down between his parted knees. His head was bowed, his shoulders speaking of defeat.

Severus observed the man for a moment, then cleared his throat softly. He took great pleasure in seeing Ron jump out of his chair, whirling around so fast that he nearly fell to the floor on his arse. Ron righted himself quickly, his face turning as red as his hair. His eyes narrowed immediately as he spotted the imposing Potions Master standing in the room.

"What are you doing here?" he asked gruffly, looking very much like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

Severus cocked a brow. "Might I ask you the same thing, Weasley. Last I recall, you wanted to be as far away from Mr. Potter here as possible. Come to gloat, have we?" he challenged.

Ron lifted his head, jutting his chin out in defiance. "No," he shouted back.

Ellie stirred, making small whimpers. Severus walked quickly over to her bassinette, placing a hand on her tummy. "I would advise you, Weasley, that if you are to remain in this room, you keep your voice down. Your foolish outburst are not any more welcome here as they were the last time we spoke," Severus warned the guarded man.

Ron took a moment, and Severus could tell he was attempting to reign in his temper. The redness to his face drained away and slowly his fists unclenched.

"Now, in answer to your prior question, it is not any of your concern why I am present here. However," he held up a hand to still Ron's next outburst. "I will enlighten you. I am here as one of Ellie's caretakers. Just the same as your wife has been. The Healer in charge requested that we both look after her until such time that Mr. Potter awakens. As he has yet to do so, I continue to fulfill my task."

Ron had no choice but to nod in understanding. Hermione had told him a few thing about Harry and what was going on. Which was why he was here. Distress for his friend, and remorse over his own actions prompted him to seek out the sleeping man's room, in hopes that he might gain forgiveness, or at least a form of peace after seeing Harry.

Peace, though, was fleeting. Harry's condition, when fully explained to him, gave his already bleeding conscious, a swift kick into gear. He realized what an utter git he had been. How serious the situation had been with Ellie's birth and Harry's ordeal afterward drove home how close they had all been to losing him. He would never forgive himself if they had parted on bad terms.

He watched the stoic older man tend to Ellie with practiced movements. "The medi-witch was in here a little bit ago. Said she looked right good and healthy. Her weight is coming up good too," he said.

Severus nodded. "She should be able to leave as soon as Harry does," he replied, recognizing Ron's attempt at civilized conversation. "And Harry?"

Ron shook his head. "No change. I had his Healer explain it all to me, but it still sounds a bit dodgy. Sometimes I think Harry's too powerful for his own good, Dark Lord be damned or not."

Assured that Ellie was sufficiently settled and happy, he turned his full attention to Ron. "We have no way of knowing what might have happened had he not been. It may be his power that has enabled him to survive all of this."

Ron flushed. "I didn't mean that it was bad, exactly. Just…well…kinda dangerous for one person to contain that much magic. Hermione said if it got out of control, his magic could level this place." His eyes shifted around the room, surveying the layout for any noticeable weak spots.

Severus found himself sneering in amusement. "It appears your friend has a rather strong amount of control over his magic. As long as Ellie is nearby that is."

"Ellie?"

"Yes. Ellie appears to act as an anchor of sorts for Harry's wild magic. If it can detect her presence, it remains under control."

A pensive look crossed Ron's face. "I've heard of something like this before. A bond of sorts. Although it usually happens with a bonded couple, not so much with parents and children." He chuckled a bit. "Trust Harry to be the exception to the rule."

"It's a blood bond," Hermione's sweet voice floated in from the doorway. She paused just inside, surveying the situation. When she received a nod from Severus, she proceeded forward, walking up to her husband and pressing a kiss to his cheek. She squeezed his hand with a soft smile. "I'm glad to see you here," she said softly. Ron blushed and nodded.

"A blood bond?" Severus echoed.

Hermione sat down on the couch, a small book in her lap. "I got to thinking about it last night, and decided to do a little research. I don't know why I didn't think to look before." She shook her head at her own lack of knowledge. The two men shared a look. They were both rather well acquainted with Hermione's thirst for knowledge.

"So that's why you had such yourself up in the library last night?" Ron questioned.

"Of course," Hermione replied with a roll of her eyes. Severus snorted as Ron shook his head. "Anyway. I found this old book that described the different bonds known here in the Wizarding world. There are magical bonds, and marked bonds. The rarest of all is the blood bond. It takes in not only its namesake, but also links the magic of the two, or more participants. However, it is most commonly seen in a mated pair from pureblood family lines."

"Hence its uniqueness," Severus commented in understanding.

"Exactly. For Harry and Ellie to share such a bond hasn't been heard of in over a hundred years." Her eyes sparkled with excitement. "Can you guess the last recorded paternal blood bond?"

"St. McClowd's child?" Severus asked.

Hermione nodded her head. "He was bonded to his father, the sire. Which in itself is odd."

Ron shook his head. "No, it makes sense. The sire was probably the stronger of the two magically. And so the bond attached to the one that had the greatest chance of survival. Didn't you say the wizard that carried the baby died after the birth?"

Silence fell on the room as Hermione and Severus stared at the red head incredulously. Ron shrugged. "What? I'm not a complete idiot. And I am from a pureblood family, still. No matter our financial status. We kids were taught stuff, you know."

Hermione laughed, placing a soothing hand on her husband's arm. "I know honey; I guess I forget that sometimes."

"Regardless, Weasley's right. In this case, Harry is the obvious choice for magical strength. However, that brings into question what would have happened if Harry had not survived," Severus said, taking a seat in the chair opposite the two. It was a sobering thought. "For all we know, it is quite possible the baby needs such a bond to survive during it primary months. Much like Ellie needs physical nourishment, her magical core may need sustenance as well."

Hermione looked thoughtful for a moment. "So Ellie's magic is feeding off of Harry's then?" she asked.

"That would be my assumption. It could also explain his need for the continued coma. It keeps his magic level in check, allowing for the constant siphoning by Ellie," explained Severus.

Ron threw up his hands in exasperation. "If that's the case, who knows when he'll wake the bloody hell up. He could be like…that guy who slept a long time…you know?"

"Rip Van Winkle?" his wife suggested. He nodded with a smile. She returned it.

"Van Winkle was a fool," Severus snorted. "He drank the Draught of Living Death and had to wait until someone found him and gave him the antidote. His actions were pure irresponsibility."

Hermione had to bite back a laugh. Trust their old Potions Master to know the real story behind Irving's legend. "Even so, I don't think Harry will be out for the next twenty years, or so. In fact, I have a feeling he will be with us in the next few days."


Once again, Hermione's uncanny knack of perception was unerringly correct. For someone who did not put much stock in "the noble art of Divination," she had to admit, when it came to Harry, she had the sight. Only 48 hours after their conversation, Harry returned to the world of the living- and conscious.

It began with a twitch in his right hand, the fingers moving and grasping at the covers. That twitch moved up his arm until the limb was trembling uncontrollably. Spreading through out his upper body, the entirety of his upper half was thrown into a thrashing fit.

By the time Severus got back into the room, holding a cup of warmed tea, Harry was arching uncomfortably off the bed in a move much reminiscent of the night of Ellie's birth. His mouth was open, his lungs gasping for air that seemed just beyond their reach. His eyes widened horrifically, flittering back and forth.

Hot tea splashed on the floor, burning Severus' leg, but he didn't even notice in his mad dash to Harry's bedside. The alarms ran out in the hall, alerting all who were in on his care, that something was terribly wrong. The noise woke up Ellie, her little cries adding to the congestion of sounds in the room. Severus was torn between comforting the little one, and helping her Daddy.

Thankfully, the choice was taken away from him as Robert entered the room with a swirling of his lab coat that put Severus' own bat style to shame. Severus swiftly moved away, allowing the Healer to take over. Picking up Ellie, he cuddled the whimpering babe to his chest. Her cries only increased.

"Robert, I think he needs her," Severus called out above the noise. Robert nodded, taking a step back so that the concerned man could lay Harry's daughter upon his chest. And just like before, Harry's body calmed, his magic forming a bright cocoon around the two.

And then… those gorgeous green eyes that had been shut for far too long fluttered open slowly. He squinted slightly, the light in the room too bright for his eyes. Robert immediately lowered them.

"Harry," he called cautiously, placing Harry's glasses on his face. The younger man rolled his head to the side, taking in the other occupants in the room. His eyes lit up with recognition.

"Severus?" he questioned, his voice raspy from disuse. He held out a hand, the trembling still very apparent.

Severus stood frozen. The look of relief on Harry's face was almost too much for the stoic man to take. Then he shook himself mentally. He had determined he would allow Harry to make the first move, and here he was doing so. Severus would be a fool to ignore it now. Taking a few steps forward, he took Harry's pale hand in his own, worried still by the coolness of the man's skin. Harry's small smile nearly blinded him as he felt him squeeze his hand.

"I hoped you'd be here," Harry said. "I needed to tell you something, and I was afraid you'd be gone already."

Severus tensed, shaking his head mutely. Robert took this moment to walk up beside the Potions Master. He began running his wand over Harry, noting the different colored results. The tension broke at his movements, the moment gone, but the knowledge still lingering between the two.

"Harry. You gave us quite a scare there, young man," Robert chastised lightly.

Harry smiled, running his free hand over his daughter's tiny back, his fingers tracing the contours of her spine. "It feels like I've been gone forever. How long was I out?"

"All together, two weeks. You fell unconscious shortly after her birth," Robert replied.

Harry nodded. "I remember holding her, and telling you and Hermione her name, but not much else. I'm at St. Mungo's aren't I?"

"You are. You suffered from some heavy residual injuries. We agreed it would be best to bring you here for an operation," Robert responded, then smiled at the concerned look Harry gave, his gaze immediately combing the room for the possible reporter.

"Come now, Harry." Severus' tone was slightly amused. "Surely you do not think we would allow such pests near you after all the lengths we went to keep your little situation a secret, now do you?"

Harry's pale cheeks infused with color, giving his skin an attractive glow. His head shook and he chewed on his lower lip. "No. Sorry. Force of habit, I guess." He relinquished his hold on Severus' hand when he realized his was still clutching it, his blush growing more pronounced.

Severus, on the other hand, felt the loss of warmth acutely. He folded his arms across his chest in a effort to still their shaking. It wouldn't do him any good to reveal himself just yet.

"Well," Robert spoke again, tucking his wand away. "You look to be in good health. A few more days of rest and I think you and this darling can go home by Friday."

Harry's eyes flashed with joy. "Really? Home."

"Yes home, provided you don't slip away from us again," Robert chuckled.

Looking sheepishly at the Healer, Harry adjusted himself into a sitting position, carefully moving Ellie to his shoulder. The little one seemed completely oblivious to the going-ons around her. "I'll try not to, really," Harry assured them both.

Robert nodded, pressing a hand onto Harry shoulder, before trailing it over Ellie's downy head. "Glad to hear it. I'll leave you alone to get some rest." He shot Severus a knowing look, then left the room.

Now alone, Severus had no idea what to say to the new father. Harry lowered Ellie into the cradle of his arms, rocking her gently as he took in her beautiful little features. He raised glowing eyes to the older man.

"She's perfect, isn't she?" he asked with pride only a parent knows.

Severus' lips twitched into a smile as he sat down. "She is. Although, I confess I had trouble believing she was the product of you and Malfoy. She's far too lovely for your offspring," he teased, unaware of the caring tone he was using.

Harry laughed, watching in awe as his daughter opened her eyes and smiled at him. "I'm with you on that one. She's so beautiful." He traced his finger along her cheek. "She has his cheekbones, and hair. But I think she got my nose." Ellie cooed at him and his smile widened.

Severus sat quietly, taking in the miracle that was Harry and his daughter. He could honestly say that at the moment, he felt perfectly content. Harry's hand on his knee directed his attention back to those stunning green eyes. He watched as the orbs darkened with emotion.

Harry licked his lips briefly. "I told you her name. I want to tell you why I decided to call her that," he said softly. He paused, his eyes never leaving Severus'. "You've been a life saver, Severus. During my pregnancy. And unless I miss my guess, during the birth and my time here too. I'm not sure what I would have done without you around."

Severus shifted in his chair, the intensity of Harry's gaze getting to him. "Harry, I merely did what was right given the circumstances."

Shaking his head, Harry squeezed the older man's knee. "No. You and I both know you went far beyond that. It's meant a lot to me, you know. Still does. I wanted to show you that." He took a deep breath. "Your mum… her name was Eileen, right?"

Severus nodded.

"And you lost her when you were young. And my mum, being Lily… well it only seemed right that they both be honored…" his voice trailed off, hoping Severus would catch on.

The dark eyes lit up as understand dawned in them. "Ellie…Eileen and Lily put together?" he asked. Harry nodded. Severus sat there, completely speechless. All linger doubts of his continued place in this man's life crumbled. It might not be what he wanted completely, but it was more than enough of a start. Overwhelmed by the sentiments implied in Harry's gesture, and knowing no one had ever done something like this for the harsh man, Severus rose from his seat. He took several steps back, his eyes glued to the questioning green of his Harry.

"I need a few moments, excuse me," he hurriedly said, rushing from the room.

Harry sat there, stunned at the expression he had seen flash through Severus' eyes. The man looked shaken. And yet… there had been something so much more intense in those black depths. It was the same one he had caught the last time they had seen each other.

Something that terrified and thrilled him at the same time. Something he hoped he might get the chance to explore somewhere down the line. He kissed the golden top of Ellie's head and smiled into the fluff.

"Well, little one, your middle name just might apply to more than me. Ellie Aurora, you're my new dawn. Think you might be his too."

With a sweet coo, Ellie quite agreed.


Outside, in the hallway, a dazed Severus stood against the wall. Harry's words and the implications of them echoed in his mind. His mother's name a part of Harry's legacy. It was just too much for him to deal with right now. Pushing himself away from the wall, he strode down the empty hall. On his way to the private floo, he passed by Ron and Hermione.

"Snape," Ron called out, taking in the pale man's haunted gaze. He looked completely lost. "What happened? Is Harry alright?"

Severus nodded blankly. "He woke up, you can go see him," he responded emotionlessly. Hermione placed a hand on his arm, her face wracked with concern.

"Are you alright, Severus?" she asked. He gave her a dark look and shook off her grasp.

"I'm fine. Nothing for you to be concerned about." He swiftly spun on his heel. "Excuse me," he snarled, walking away.

The Weasleys watched as he disappeared, twin puzzled looks on their faces. "Bloody hell, what was that all about? He's back to being a git again," Ron said.

Hermione shook her head. "No, Ron. Something happened. I'm just not sure what."

"Well, that's no excuse for him to be such a prat to us," Ron frowned, his tone clipped.

Sighing, Hermione dragged her husband down the hall. "Just leave it be, honey. Let's go see Harry."

Peeking into their friend's room, they were met with a sweet sight. Harry sat dozing lightly with Ellie reclining on his chest. The little babe was awake, her bright eyes blinking as she peered at what little surroundings she could see. Harry's eyes opened when he sensed their presence. His smile was guarded as he watched Ron enter behind Hermione.

"You're awake! Severus said you were, but… Oh Harry, it's so good to see you," Hermione gushed, racing over to enfold Harry in a hug. She held him for a moment, then pulled back, her eyes narrowed. "Harry James Potter, if you ever scare us like that again, I'll hex you so badly, it will make Ginny's bat bogey hex look like a tickling charm."

Harry laughed, placing a kiss on his friend's cheek. "I'll hold you to that, 'Mione." He dipped his head. "Ron," he said coolly.

Ron stepped up beside his wife, running a nervous hand through his red hair. "Good to see you, mate," he said.

Harry raised a brow. "Is it?" he asked.

Ron nodded. "Yeah. Right…so, I um… wanted to say I'm sorry for being such a git earlier. I was really out of line. I figured you'd have to be mental to intentionally get up the duff. Even if it gets you a little one like Ellie," he concluded.

Harry shrugged. "It's a bit nuts, huh? Guess I had a close shave there, yeah?" He held out his hand, and Ron grasped it in a hand shake.

"Yeah, reckon you did. Bloody scary too. You can't do something without trying to die, can you?" he teased. The trip shared a laugh, bringing Ellie's sea foam eyes to their direction. "She's a real beauty, though, Harry. Even if she has his hair. She'll be a knockout when she gets older."

Harry nodded, shifting her in his arms. "I guess I better learn some 'keep away' spells, no?"

Hermione smiled. "Severus might have a few of those. Or a potion or two," she suggested. Then she sobered. "Speaking of…What happened between you two?" she asked. "We saw him on our way in here, and he looked…well, a bit out of sorts. Did you two quarrel?"

Harry shook his head, looking thoughtful. "No, not at all. We actually had a kinda deep little talk. He left in a rush, however."

"Harry, he looked upset. He even snapped at us. Whatever you talked about, it obviously effected him," Hermione stated.

Frowning, Harry turned his face to the window. Had his revelation really thrown the man off that badly? He never would have thought it. Hermione's hand on his arm brought his attention back to her. "I'm not trying to pry, Harry. But what did you say to him?"

"I told him why I chose Ellie's name. I didn't think…" his frown deepened. "I thought he would be pleased. I guess I was wrong."

"Why did you pick Ellie? I would have thought you would call her Lily," Hermione asked.

"Ellie is a tribute to both Lily and Eileen, Severus' mum. I don't know…It seemed appropriate at the time." Harry's eyes shown bright with emotion.

Ron squeezed his shoulder. "It's alright mate. I'm sure he was just stunned. I mean, he's not even Ellie's dad, and you gave him a part of her legacy. It's a big deal for some," he explained.

"Legacy?" Harry asked, puzzled.

"Yeah, it's a Wizard thing. Mostly pure blood, but some halfs follow it. It's kinda like the god parents tradition. To give Ellie part of Severus' mum's name is to assure his place in her life," replied Ron.

Understanding lit through both Hermione and Harry's eyes. "Oh…" Hermione breathed.

"Yeah, oh. Placing that kind of honor, especially over Ellie's sire…It's pretty big."

"Damn." Harry rubbed a hand over his face. He hadn't meant to do something like this. He supposed Severus was furious with him, considering he hadn't even asked. "I don't know what to do now," he hung his head.

"Nothing you can do, mate. The deeds done," Ron shook his head.

"What do you mean, Ron?" Hermione asked. Her husband turned to his wife.

"Once a name is pronounced out loud, it is inscribed in the birth records, and in the register at Hogwarts. There is no way to undo it, unless the child chooses later on."

Harry's head whipped up, his eyes wide with fear. "You mean somewhere there is documentation of Ellie?"

Ron inclined his head slightly. "Yeah." He paused. "And Mate, you should know that it includes her parentage too. Her full familial line. Malfoy's included."

"Oh shite," Harry groaned. Hermione shared his sentiments.

"Surely there is something Harry can do to keep it a secret."

"He could request that they be sealed until she is of age. But you have to have a damn good reason to do so," Ron replied.

Harry just groaned again. Hermione squeezed his hand. "We'll figure it out, Harry. We always do, don't we?"

Harry tried to smile and failed. "Thanks 'Mione. I guess I had better think on how to keep her safe once we get home, too. Me hiding out is one thing. It's not fair to her to spend her life like that. I should know."

Hermione shared a look with Ron. "For the first few months, you really should spend time with Ellie. She really doesn't need to be out and about anyway. And whatever you need, you can have owled to you. Or just ask us and Severus."

"Somehow, I don't think Severus will be quite so willing." Harry's face looked pained.

"Give him time, Harry. I think he's just shocked. Talk to him when he comes back," Hermione admonished.

"If he comes back," Harry countered.

Hermione rolled her eyes and smiled reassuringly. "He will. He's too invested to not, whether he knows it or not," came her answer.

Harry didn't quite understand what she meant, but chose to leave it for now. With a large yawn, he gave his friends a sleepy smile. "Thanks guys. I'm glad you were here."

The two gave him a big huge, and Hermione kissed his head, then Ellie's. "We'll stop by tomorrow. Get some rest, alright?"

Harry's head bobbed briefly. "Will do." Hermione lifted Ellie from his chest, setting the baby back into her bed. "Thanks," he called out as they left the room. In no time at all, his eyes drifted closed and he was asleep, blissfully lost in his dreams.


A/N2: I have mixed feelings about this chapter. Some parts I really love, others I wasn't so sure about. I've tried rewriting it several times, and finally came to this draft. So I decided to move forward. I'm looking forward to writing the next few chapters. Chapter 9 will be the first of two major time skips within this plot. Just to warn you all ahead of time.

I adore Ellie. And I'm pleased with the feed back I've gotten with her introduction. Kudos to those who guessed the meaning behind her name ahead of time. I wanted to address the concerns voiced about her blonde hair. It is a very vital detail to the plotline, as will come to light in coming chapters. Draco will not be a problem for a while to come, so never fear. Ellie's blood line will come into play as well...*giggles*

And no, just because Severus has come to realize certain things, their relationship will not be rushed. Harry is gaining knowledge, although he is still quite oblivious as to what that knowledge means. Hope that fields any questions on that account. Feel free to ask me what you like, although I will not give out spoilers.

One last note...(I know this is horribly long) I have an LJ now specifically set up for my fanficts. I have a few planned that will be edited here, and not on there. It is set up as a friends only, so you will need to send me a request to gain access. If you want the address, just PM me, or leave it in a review.

Thanks so much, and happy reading.