A/N-Hello I dont really have an authors note..so ok nevermind..lol
Chapter 7
Harry awoke to a gently rocking motion and he slowly opened his eyes to see what was going on. He eyes widen in shock, but apart from that he had yet to move, he was in his Professor's arms. Why was the man carrying him? Oh well, he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth, and he closed his eyes and pretended that he was still sleeping. When they arrived to their room, the man gently laid him on the bed before he felt a sensation and he was now in pajamas. Letting the man tuck him in, he softly sighed contently as the man carded his fingers through his hair.
"Sleep well child," the man whispered before walking away and shutting the door.
Harry sighed again, wanting to savor the moment a little bit longer. But he knew he had to get up soon, if he accidently fell asleep before he had a chance to use the loo again, anything could happen. This week he was going to take extra precautions so the man wouldn't suspect a thing. He wondered if it would be possible to call Tigger from here, but then dismissed that idea. A house elf's pop would definitely wake the man up, and he did not want that, guess he was on his own. He got up and stood in front of the door to the toilet, but he didn't knock this time. He didn't really want to disturb the man but it wasn't like he could wait the entire time, knowing his luck he would fall asleep the minute the man exited the loo. He sighed again, what was he going to do?
"Do you need to use the loo Potter?"
Harry startled badly and would have fell head first into the door if a hand hadn't caught him. He turned around, what the hell was the man doing behind him? Wasn't he supposed to be in the shower? Harry said nothing; he knew the confusion was plain on his face for the world to see, with great effort he managed to pull his expression to that of boredom. The man's eyes narrowed, apparently he saw straight through that.
"Is it locked Potter, why are you waiting out here?"
"You weren't in the room, so I thought that you were in the loo. I didn't want to disturb you like last time, so I was going to wait."
"That was completely unnecessary you foolish child, for we both know what happens when you have to wait for the loo."
Harry blushed and ducked his head in shame, and once again he was reminded why his Professor could never know about his nighttime habits. He would only make fun of him; he was just like the Durselys in a way, a bully.
Severus saw the boys head fall, and he resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Merlin save me from overly sensitive children, he thought. He did not mean anything by his comment but the boy's reaction shown otherwise.
"Potter, I did not say that to be mean, I was simply stating a fact child; do you still need the loo?"
Harry didn't answer he didn't think he could talk without his voice cracking. He knew exactly what the Professor meant, and he wouldn't forget it. He stiffly nodded his head making sure his eyes stayed low to the ground, before turning around and quickly walking into the loo. He took a chance look into the mirror, his face was red and his eyes were shining brightly from unshed tears.
His Professor called him foolish, basically calling him stupid, unlike in school this time Harry was sure he meant it. On the bright side it at least was an upgrade from what the Durselys called him which was freak. He turned on the shower and stepped in, standing under the hot water he didn't try to stop the tears that fell, he needed this. He scrubbed his face making sure the tear tracks were gone and then washed quickly before getting out of the shower. Getting back dressed he tried to push the feelings of being unwanted and unloved back into his mind. His teacher was only tolerating him this summer because of the Headmaster. He would do well not to forget that, this was still the man who made his life hell for the past 2 years he'd been at school.
Harry opened the door eyes still down cast which led to him smacking directly into something. His first thought was that he had bumped into a wall, but he saw a pair of black shoes in his line of sight and he knew it was his Professor.
"I'm sorry sir," Harry whispered.
"It's alright Mr. Potter; you do know you would see a lot better if you looked up from the ground right?" Severus stated a small smile gracing his face.
"Yes sir, may I go to bed now?" Harry asked quietly
Severus nodded to the child, but he couldn't help feeling like he had missed something. What was wrong with the boy now? Before he could stop himself he found the words leaving him mouth without a second thought.
"Potter are you ok child?"
"I'm fine sir, just tired is all."
"Why don't I believe you Potter? Tell me what's wrong,"
"Nothing sir, I just forgotten my place is all." Harry stated before walking over to a bed and getting under the covers.
Severus didn't know what to make of that statement, what did he mean by 'his place'? Shaking his head, and promising to think on it later he headed to the loo to take his own shower. When he stepped out of the toilet he was pleased to note that the boy was asleep. Taking out some of his notes he set on making a syllabus for next semester for his classes. About 12:00am he finally put them away and went to sleep.
Harry woke up with a silent sob, he knew he couldn't stop the flow but that didn't mean he didn't try. What was he going to do now? He looked at the clock; it was 2:00am like he knew it would be, how was this going to work? He could pretend that nothing happened and go back to sleep, but that wouldn't work. He hated the feeling of being in the cold waste, not to mention it made him itch. He looked over at the man in the bed across from him, thankfully that he wasn't awake to witness this event. The man had already insulted his intelligence once on this trip already, not to mention that first night by practically calling him a baby. What would he say now if he saw this? Would he make him wear nappies?
Harry took off the sheets with skilled ease, and headed to the toilet to grab his towel, it took a while but he finally had the mattress cleaned. As for the sheets he balled them up under the bed and put the top blanket over the wet spot, and his duvet he would cover up with it. Everyone once in a while he would check on Snape making sure that the man was still asleep, glad that he appeared to be a deep sleeper. He hoped they would leave this hotel tomorrow, otherwise how was he going to explain away the balled up sheets? Grabbing a clean pair of pajamas and underwear from his bad he headed to the toilet to take another shower. So focused on his task, thinking that he had gotten away with it, he never saw the dark eyes watching him.
