There was one side effect to the potion and that was nausea and wooziness.
"Sev... Help me!" Harry leaned over the toilet bowl as Severus pat and rubbed his back silently.
"You're okay... you're safe... It's almost over..."
Finally Harry collapsed, and Severus carried him back to the living room couch, and held him for hours.
"I love you Sev," Harry admitted as he had so many times before, snuggled into Severus' shoulder.
"I love you too, Harry."
Harry sat up, surprised, "You do? Even if I'm-" Severus put a finger against his boyfriend's lips.
"You are still Harry, and you will always be Harry, no matter if there is a little less of you."
"But- Oh God-" and Severus rushed him back to the bathroom.
After another bout of nausea and throwing up, Severus got Harry into a warm bath, this time without the herbs, lotions, and oils. Harry finally relaxed.
"There you go," Severus rubbed Harry's back.
After thirty minutes, Harry was asleep for the first real time in twelve hours.
Severus smiled, "A bath works wonders when you're at the end of your rope," as he lifted Harry out of the tub and took him, nude, into the bedroom and placed him gently on the bed, leaving him to sleep.
