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Well, I hope that you all enjoy this next installment in The Logs!

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Chapter 9

Harry smiled as he stepped into Dumbledore's grand office, settling down in his favorite chair as he was offered a cup of tea. Fawkes swooped down and rubbed his cheek with his beak as a sign of greeting, drawing forth a laugh from the emerald-eyed teen, "Hello to you too, Fawkes." Harry stated. The parrot bobbed its head before taking flight to land on his floor stand over by the office window.

Dumbledore smiled at the show and took a sip of his own drink, "He's grown attached to you over the last few weeks." He chuckled, "I'm starting to get a little jealous from the behavior, actually." He let a crocodile tear slide down his face. Harry just rolled his eyes, already used to the Doctor's odd behavior,

"Sure, sure." He sighed, turning to look out the grand office window. Storm clouds had started to develop and swell along the horizon, making their way painfully slow towards the hospital, "There's going to be a storm tonight." He informed, resting his chin on his palm, "Looks really bad too, do we have any back-up generators in case the power goes off?" he asked, planning ahead for the worst possible outcome.

The old man smiled and waved him off, "Of course, my dear boy. This is a hospital! Backup generators are an absolute must!" His eyes twinkled and he stared out the window himself, "Does look pretty bad though, I should probably inform the patients about the inclement weather." He sighed and turned to face the younger male again, "How are things going, Harry? I've heard that you are getting along with the other patients now that you have been given permission to roam around."

Harry just shrugged. Sure, he had been staying at the hospital for three months but that didn't mean that everyone was friends with him. He'd wandered around a bit and had ended up in some random meeting area in which he was bombarded with questions from old and young alike. It seemed that not everybody had forgotten the police investigation or his ever present scar. Of course, there were a few people that took the time to actually get to know him and not his past.

Harry had met them while he was trying to return to Severus's hospital room. Both were interns who were working at the hospital as nurses. One was a red-haired, speckled man named Ron and the other a brunette named Hermione. They were on their break, enjoying their meal when he had accidentally tripped over an unused IV stand near the middle of the hallway. Ron, as he soon found out later, burst out in laughter as Hermione had rushed over to see if he was okay. Harry had laughed coldly and shrugged it off, ready to make his exit in case they decided to ask him annoying questions as well.

He knew they had recognized him by the way their eyes widened and also by how their mouths dropped slightly. He grimaced, standing up and brushing himself off, "Sorry for the trouble, well I really must be going…" he muttered.

Ron raised his arm, blocking his way as he tried to move past, "You're Harry Potter, right?" he asked. Harry sighed and nodded, waiting for the barrage of questions that were sure to come, "Oh, alright then. Maybe we'll see you around, yeah? The name's Ron Weasley and this is my girlfriend Hermione. Take care, yeah?" The couple turned and walked away down the pristine hall, leaving behind a confused Boy-Who-Lived.

Then, Harry had seen them a couple of days later and they smiled over at him, taking the time to walk over and greet him cordially, "Hey! You're still here? Well, not that that's a bad thing of course but is the person you are seeing really ill?" Ron asked. Hermione bashed him in the ribs,

"Don't mind him; he's sort of insensitive sometimes." She smiled, "How are you feeling today? Would you like to get something to eat? We were about to take our break and we wouldn't mind some extra company." She offered.

Just as Harry was about to reply another nurse appeared, pen and paper in hand, "Hey! You're that Harry Potter guy who's parents were murdered, right? Would you mind giving me an autograph? I would really appreciate it!" He laughed ecstatically; not noticing the way Harry trembled and shook with barely controlled rage.

He barely had time to react before Hermione slapped him square across the cheek, "How dare you! Making his pain in to some kind of publicity stunt, you should be ashamed! Get out of my sight before I report you!" She ordered, sincerely offended by the man.

Harry stared at the woman, wide-eyed, as the other nurse scrambled off down the hall. Ron grinned proudly from ear to ear, walking up to hug her fondly, "That was bloody awesome! Good going Hermione!" He laughed as she blushed scarlet,

"W-Well that was rude and insensitive and…and," She turned to face Harry, "I'm so sorry for how stupid that nurse was. I-I've never seen so much ignorance in all my life, really! Asking for your autograph as if you were a celebrity or something!" She paused and blushed brightly again as Harry burst out in laughter, clutching his stomach tightly,

"I-I, I'm sorry! It's just…that was the first time a stranger slapped someone for my benefit before. I've never felt so happy." Tears started running down his from laughing too hard. Ron placed his arm around Hermione's shoulder and scratched the back of his head,

"Well, that's what friends are for right?" He grinned.

Harry had faltered then, laughter dying out on his lips. Friends…? How long- how long had it been since he had had friends? A warming sensation spread throughout his chest, "Friends…" he'd whispered softly. The dark-haired man smiled brightly, "Yeah!"

Ron wrapped his free arm around Harry's shoulder, "Now then, I don't know about your guys but I'm so hungry that I can eat a horse!" He led them along down the hall, prattling on about how he was going to eat so much he was going to hurl.

Harry smiled slightly at the memories and blushed when Dumbledore gave him a knowing look, "What?" he muttered.

"Nothing, nothing." Dumbledore laughed, "It's just you've been in thought for the last ten minutes. I was wondering if you had lapsed into a coma as well since you never once heard me call your name." He instantly regretted that comment when Harry's mood fell considerably, "I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it." Harry muttered, "I should get going now. I promised Severus I would be back as soon as possible." He rose from his chair and raised a brow as Dumbledore rose with him, "Are you going to escort me downstairs again? I'm pretty sure I got the layout of this hospital down already." Harry retorted sourly.

Dumbledore glowed, "Why, Harry. I'm getting the feeling that you are getting weary of my ever joyful presence!" He smiled, "Won't you satisfy this old man's desire to merely walk you back to your room?"

Harry glared for a moment before rolling his eyes and shrugging noncommittally, "Fine, fine. You don't need to get all emotional about it. I don't see what the big deal about it is though. It's just a walk."

"Ah, but you are mistaken m'boy. It is the simple fact that it is a walk as you say that makes it so desirable for a man of my tender age." The old man's eyes twinkled, "When, at all possible do you think I am able to take these jolly little strolls through my own hospital? I dare say not enough!" His eyes saddened considerably and he took on a dejected expression, "I'm always locked away in that office, toiling away on paperwork and the like with nary a single person excluding Fawkes to speak to. Your visits are a blessing!"

Harry paled when he realized that he actually felt sorry for the bearded man. He was such a softie for sappy stories and Dumbledore used that to his advantage all the time. He groaned, opening the door for the both of them.

When the two men exited the elevator they were greeted by a frantic Ron, who skidded to a stop when he found them, running down the perpendicular hallway to the left of them, "Sorry, Harry no time to chat now, have a problem to deal with." He ran around them and farther down the hall before turning into one of the patient rooms.

Harry and Dumbledore stared at each other before following the red-head. When they reached the room, they were stunned by what they saw.

Hermione was sprawled out on the floor, covered in what appeared to be that evening's dinner, gaping as an old lady brandished her cane and was swinging it around wildly, "Here I am, about to die here and you can't even get my dinner order right?! What kind of hospital is this?! I was around when children were taught discipline and manners and were gifted with the ability to pay attention! I told you, I wanted the chicken wings with a side of mashed potatoes! Not clam chowder and carrots!" She brought her cane down in a huff, "Isn't there anyone here who cares enough to get my order right the first time?!" she screeched, face turning red from the exertion.

Ron put up his hands in front of him, making his way slowly towards the enraged woman, "Ma-Ma'am, please, we are sorry for the mix-up! P-Put down your cane and we can get this all figured out calmly and efficient-" Ron was cut off as the woman whirled around to face him, cane swinging around and nearly bashing him in the head,

"Listen here young man, I don't need a scalawag like you telling me what to do! I am perfectly capable of figuring out what I need and don't need to do!" She shouted, causing Ron to yelp and back up.

Dumbledore opened his mouth to introduce himself but Harry beat him to it by stepping forward and holding out his hand, "Ma'am, my name is Harry Potter. Would you mind setting down your cane for a moment? I would really appreciate it." Harry smiled kindly, not moving as he waited for a response. The woman stared at him critically, eyeing him up and down,

"Very well, young man, but don't get any funny ideas. I won't hesitate to defend myself." She threatened, lowering her cane slowly and sat down stiffly at the edge of her hospital bed. Harry smiled disarmingly and dropped his hand,

"Thank you very much. Do you mind if I pull up a chair Ms….?"

"Delvinson. Jannete Park Delvinson." The lady stated proudly, hiking up her chin. Harry pulled up a chair and sat down on the edge,

"Now, what seems to be the problem Ms. Delvinson?" Harry asked, picking up what he guessed to be Hermione's memo pad and pen, off of the floor.

"Oh, my, call me Jannete. Ms. Delvinson is so formal." She smiled, showing off her crooked teeth.

"Jannete, what seems to be the problem?"

"Well, it seems this incompetent brat," She pointed to Hermione, "messed up my dinner for tonight and now I've had to wait an extra twenty minutes just to have another incompetent brat come in to bark orders at me!" She whined, glaring disdainfully at the red-haired man, "I'm at the age now, young man, where I have very little time left to live. I would appreciate some sort of concern and recognition from these people at the very least!"

Harry nodded in agreement, jotting down what she said word for word, "I shall personally reprimand these two for you and make sure that they get the proper training to better equip your needs. Now, shall I get your dinner for you or would you rather me stay?"

She waved her right hand dismissively, "Oh no, I couldn't possibly make you go all the way down to the cafeteria for little ol' me." She cooed, "Make him do it." She pointed at Ron, voice serious.

Harry turned to face him, making sure his face couldn't be seen by the irate woman, "Mr. Weasley, go down to the cafeteria and get this nice lady her meal. If you are not back in ten minutes I will personally see to it that you are reprimanded even more so than you already will be." He snarled, before giving a discreet wink in his direction.

Ron got the hint and jumped up off the floor, nodding his head, "Yes sir, sorry sir." He rushed out of the room.

Harry turned and proceeded to engage the old lady in small talk while waiting for her food to be prepared and delivered. He kept his voice neutral and airy, never once giving her the impression that he was annoyed or busy. She seemed to enjoy it and prattled on about the family that never visited her anymore,

"…and my grandson and his new wife moved to Spain after that so they never visit, or call for that matter. My youngest granddaughter is traveling abroad to Japan to finish her college course in Japanese culture and heritage. She is doing so well." The woman stated proudly. She leaned forward, motioning for him to get closer, "Don't tell anyone this, but she is my personal favorite. I love them all but she was the one that I really connected with. I mean, sure we don't see each other that much anymore but when we finally do get to see each other it was like we were never apart." Her eyes clouded in memories, "Did you know she sent me an exotic plant from Japan a few months ago? It was absolutely stunning, although it died a couple days prior, poor thing. I don' think I had the proper tools to take care of it. I feel so bad." Her voice saddened.

Harry smiled softly and patted her frail hand, "You tried your best and you cared for it dearly. She would understand. I'm sure of it."

There was a loud commotion outside of her room and Ron rushed inside, carrying a steaming tray of food, "Sorry for the delay. It seemed that the cafeteria ordering system had been malfunctioning and that was why some of the orders had been messed up." He set the tray down on her rolling table next to her bed, "Is there anything else you would like?" he asked.

Jannete sniffed reproachfully, "No, now leave." She ordered. Ron nodded and made his way over to the still shocked Hermione, who had yet to move from her spot on the floor, helping her up off the floor,

"Come on, 'Mione. Let's go get you washed up and get you some new clothes. Come on." He led the silent woman out of the room and down towards the nurses' lounge.

Harry watched them leave, "Well, I better get going. If you need anything else, don't hesitate to call for Dr. Albus. He is the one in charge and will make sure your needs are met." He shook her hand.

"Thank you dear, you are the only one who had actually cared to listen to my story. I really appreciate it. Do you work here by chance?" She asked.

Harry smiled and laughed, "No, no. I am here for one of my friends."

The woman 'tut'ted her teeth, shaking her head, "What a shame, hospitals need more people like you dear. Well, I'll go ahead and let you go. Thank you Harry." She pulled the rolling table in front of her, opening the platter to reveal her chicken wings and mashed potatoes.

Harry stepped out of the room and shut her door behind him, knowing that she would want to have her privacy while eating. He saw Ron and Dumbledore talking quietly while sitting on a nearby bench and maked his way slowly over to them, "What are you two doing?" He asked suspiciously.

Dumbledore and Ron turned to look at him. Ron laughed, "Nothing, nothing. Don't worry; we weren't talking about how funny you looked sucking up to that old lady back there." He grinned at the glare he got in return, "Aww, are you offended?" he cooed, snickering.

Harry just sighed and rolled his eyes, "Whatever, at least I wasn't cowering in fear of an old lady with a cane." He grinned at the blush that appeared on the taller man's cheeks.

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled at the sight of Harry getting along with someone other than himself and Severus. He was truly worried about the younger man. Taking care of Severus was kind initially in itself but an obsession was something totally different and the fact that Harry could focus on something other than the silent man was good and needed. He cleared his throat, drawing attention to himself, "I would just like to congratulate you on how well you performed when the need arose. I was truly impressed." He chuckled.

Harry smiled slightly and rubbed the back of his head, "No problem, sir. I've dealt with people like that before so I sorta knew what to do." He mumbled humbly.

Hermione strode down the hall in a new nurse uniform and freshly cleaned from a shower, "You guys weren't waiting for me were you?" She turned and looked at Harry, admiration in her eyes, "That was remarkable Harry, I've never seen someone deal with an irate patient before with such ease and class!" She nodded her approval, "If I ever have a problem like that again, you'll be the second person I call."

"Second?" he questioned, an eyebrow raised.

"Well, Ron will be the first…" She whispered, blushing embarrassedly.

Harry and Dumbledore let out a hearty chuckle and the young couple blushed scarlet together, looking at each other nervously.

Harry was just about to make a comment when Dumbledore's pager went off. He pulled the vibrating device out of his overcoat, reading the quick message rolling across the screen. His eyes widened and he nearly broke into tears, "There's been an update with Severus. It seems that he's come out of his coma."

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TBC

Author's Note:

Whoo! Another update in the same month! I'm on a roll! Well, I hope this chapter lives up to expectations. Snape finally wakes up after being gone for six months and two chapters so we all must applaud and root for him to get better soon. Maybe we should send him a huge Get Well card with a bunch of rainbows and butterflies! I bet he'd like that! ...Or maybe not…

ANYWAYS, review and tell me what you think! I don't bite…I think.

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