Snape was not as nearly as stubborn as he was before and let Harry help. Even if a student is helping out a teacher in need is strange but yet he was flattered that someone cared for his well being. He sighed with relieve when the cold wash cloth came in contact with his forehead. Then hot mint tea was placed beside his bed when he woke up from a two hour nap. Harry did not leave his side. In the deep, deep part of his mind he was a becoming grateful that someone was keeping him company. It is not that Snape hated company it just he refused to spend time with people that do not seem to give a shit about him. Harry on the other hand was different. James' son popped a sucker in his mouth when he started having a slight sore throat. He snorted at the thought of thinking it was candy yesterday in class.

Harry handed him the papers that he needed to grade still. This time he stayed in bed to finish them. During this time Harry went back up to make sure his friends were not wondering where he was and to hangout with them for a little while. Since it is the weekend. They were going to Hogsmeade from what Harry told him before he left.

Snape was still feeling awful and a fever made his head spin. Trying to have the strength to go the bathroom at three in afternoon was a struggle. He was grateful that Harry was not there to see how weak he really was. Dizziness overcame him and he flops down to the floor. He grunts in disgust with himself, 'This is just pathetic!' he shouts in his mind. Hating himself more then he did when he is his normal self. He could see his father laughing in heaven or hell at him, 'Hopefully hell,' he smirks but only for second. He uses the bed and nightstand to help him on his feet. He heard steps coming from the living room.

Harry only taking a second to look when he got to the bedroom was right beside him without a second thought, "I am sorry I should have not left your side."

Snape looks over at his student, Harry's eyes filling with guilt. "No it was ok. I mean you did not want your friends to wonder where you were," he sighs as he collapses to the ground. Harry was right there to catch him but his own foot slipped and landed with his ass hard on the cold wooden floor. Snape having time to collect himself realizes that he was partially on his student's lap.

Harry did not seem to mind this though, "Were you trying to go to the bathroom?" Snape not having the strength to get up on his own, puts his face in his hand in frustration, nodding. Harry put a hand on his back, surprised but understanding at this. And right now his Professor just needed comfort and feeling that someone is there. Harry gently strokes his back, "Snape it will be ok. I will get you well again," he had no plan to move his teacher from him instead he kept him in his lap. Harry moved Snape's hand away from his face, "I know that you are feeling weak and you just want your strength back as quickly as you can," Snape stayed silent as he looks down at the ground, away from his student's prying eyes, "but it will take some time for that to happen. I am pretty sure you had colds before and other normal illnesses?"

His teacher nodded, "I am surprised by being sick since as a potion Professor would know how to cure myself but this time around I did not expect the cold to come over night."

"That is the muggle cold for you sir. That makes you-"

"Half muggle yes."

Harry was surprised by this answer. He did not expect Snape to answer to one of the questions that for awhile now kept nagging him, "So then one of your parents' is a muggle?"

Snape looks over at Harry, "My father was and my mother was a witch," his student nodded.

Harry wanted to ask about his childhood but decided to wait till his teacher was better, "Sir it is normal when you have a cold that you feel like this. It is totally normal. It seems your cold is a bad one too," Harry got a nod from him, "alright well lets get you up," Harry pushes himself from underneath Snape's warmth and back up on his feet. Helping his Professor by grabbing him underneath his right arm. Snape got up from the floor. Harry helped him over to the bathroom and shutting the door behind him. He waited for his teacher on his bed.

Snape stood infront of the mirror. His mask that he so well planned out since he became a follower on the Dark Lord's side. The only time he broke down completely was when he discovered Lily's body cold and lifeless. And ones again pleading with Dumbledore to help him get back at the Dark Lord. Since then he kept a mask to keep his emotion inside by potions. He became a potion's teacher from so many years of learning about them and what each does. Yes he has cried a bit this morning but hey he is sick. If he was not this sick he would have been able to shove it down his throat along with several potions to keep from resurfacing. Now looking in the mirror he realizes how far the boy his student has come to getting his mask off. He went over to the toilet with the support of the sink.

Harry was reading one of the newspapers while waited. Not realizing the bathroom door opened. He was too focused at one of the stories written by Rita Skeeter, "What section are you reading?" he heard by the bathroom.

Harry looks up and quickly gets up to help his teacher back to bed, "The sports section that Rita written," he helped Snape lay back down and put the covers over him, resting a pillow behind his back, "I never respected her or her writing."

"It is still amusing to read," Snape says as he looks at the sport section himself, "I always wanted to learn this sport."

"Quidditch?" Snape nodded silently.

"Did it not get taught back when you were in school? I mean I remember my father being a seeker."

His Professor looks over at Harry as he answers, "Yes Potter but I never was good at it I will admit. Always wanted to fly. Leave my childhood home."

Harry measured his teacher's forehead with his wand while he listened which Harry found out by reading a book on spells in the library today. Had to do it when the others were not looking while they hanged out in the reading section. He put a cool wash cloth on his teacher's forehead. Seeing that he had a bit of a fever coming on. Snape laid flat on the pillow for it not to slip. Since Snape brought this topic up his student decided to try, "I am guessing your childhood life was not a pleasant one?"

Snape kept quiet for a few seconds and Harry thought he would not get the answer he was trying to receive but surprising enough, "You have no idea."

Harry nodded, understanding but actually, "The truth is I never had a pleasant child hood life either since my parents' got killed," Snape looks over at him with just the eyes moving, "I know you have thought that I am a boy who lives with people during the summer who love me but that is not the case they hate me. Yet they still decided to take me in," Harry looks down at the floor, as he sat down on the edge of the bed, "it is horrible there though. Sometimes I also wished that I could have run away and never come back to Privet Drive but I never did. In 3rd year I tried running away but I always came back when summer started." Harry felt something on his hand was shocked to see it was Snape putting his palm on top of his hand. With a stunt expression Harry looks over at his teacher, who had some sort of emotion behind his eyes, "not that I am comparing our child hood or anything," Harry quickly says, "just we both seemed to have a common side to this."

Snape sighs, wondering if he could trust Harry a person that a day before despised him and since he came to this school. Yet deep down he did have the hearts to help Dumbledore's Golden Boy if he was in deep dangerous situations but that was only because of Lily. And Albus telling him to look after this boy. Could he trust in someone he just started to feel comfortable being around? Lily knew about his horror of a child hood well parts of it. He decided to keep a few things that happened to the grave. But with Harry he wondered if it was ok to open up ones again like he did with Lily, "My human father hated magic," Harry decided to just listen to his teacher as he gripped his hand in his own, "and because of that I was forbidden to use spells at home." It was the same with Harry at the Dursleys' home, "my mother never told me I was a wizard and I had to find out myself with the help of…your mother," Harry was shocked at this, "yes Potter your mother was a friend of mine. And first friend I ever made."

Harry looks down at the floor, "I was to young to remember her," he says sadly, "it is surprising to know that you and mom were friends when you hated me." Snape starts having a coughing fit out of nowhere which shocked Harry and went over to the pile of medicine, grabbing the cough syrup that he brought over today from Hermione's stash, going over to Snape he lifted him up gently. Slipping a dosage in his mouth. He swallowed, "I will get you a glass of water," Harry hurries to the kitchen. Hands Snape the glass. Taking off the wash cloth, setting it aside on the nightstand. His teacher gladly accepted the drink. After he was half finished with the glass he hands it to Harry to set on the nightstand, "try getting more rest sir," he helped him lay back down with a new wash cloth back on. Harry should take more of those cool fabrics from his bushy haired friend and other things that could help his Professor. It would have to be when his friends are not around. Harry would gladly ask her instead of just taking it but he is worried that Hermione will catch on, on what he is up too. He sat at the edge of the bed. Waiting till Snape fell asleep. "I would gladly hear more of your past when you are better. Talking like this when your sick does not do you good."

Snape nodded in agreement. If he wasn't this sick he would not have told his past so easily but he is hoping his student will keep to himself. This right now was a test. If Harry passes he will reward him with more details of his childhood. But about Lily, "I will share with you about Lily more as well. After all she was your mother."

Harry smiles at that, "I would love that sir."

"Won't your friends be wondering where you are?"

"Nah I told them I have detention with you," Snape snorts at that as his mind became sleepy, "however Hermione will catch on eventually she is a smart girl after all not to forget."

"There is no way I can forgot the Know-It-All," Harry snorts, "I will come down for dinner so wake me up before."

Harry nodded, "I will make sure you look well enough to attend."

Snape was sleeping now and Harry made his way to the office. Sitting down in the office chair he was looking over some potion ingredients that he could learn how to make with Snape's help ones he gets better. He gave Harry permission to look through a box of potion recipes . As he did so a knock came at the door. He gulped hoping it was not the Headmaster. In surprise it was Ron, "Ron is everything ok?"

"Yes mate I just decided to check up on you to make sure you know the grease head was not torturing you or anything. Um where has he run of too?"

Harry thought of what to tell Ron that he would believe, "He told me to sit tight or else he would give me more detention and left."

Ron nodded, hatred clearly showing against the potion's master, "Well you want to sneak out then for a bit? Hermione taught me this spell where it will tell you when someone is coming back to the room or class a few minutes before they actually return."

Harry smiles at Ron he would go but he wants to stay behind to take care of his Professor. Plus get him ready for dinner soon, "Thanks Ron but even so Snape will know that I left he is a pretty smart wizard after all. But thank you for the thought. He will release me when it is dinner time."

Ron sighs in disappointment, "OK well see you at dinner mate then," he walks away with a disappointed look on his face. Harry hates that look and wants to hangout if only he could.

"I am really sorry Ron," Harry quickly closes the door behind him and walks back to a pile of recipes. There were so many of them. Potion's to heal wounds. Harry looks over his left hand and decided to pick out this to learn. So he could heal the one inflicted on his hand that has not gone away yet. Making him hide it under his sleeve. There was recipes on how- Harry coughed at what this potion can do. For men to have a hard on when not able to get it up. Harry starts laughing at this, 'Why does Snape have this?' his student never thought of Snape doing anything sexual or has no interest in it. Now looking down at this recipe Harry wondered. Maybe there is another thing that Snape is hiding? Then another recipe to is a potion which Harry spit out his water on the cold hard floor of his Professor's office that he was drinking. This recipe was, 'A lube recipe.' Harry looks over at the book shelf where Snape's chamber lay behind. 'What is going on here?' Harry decides to ask his Professor ones he is better no matter how bad the question is. He should not have it in his stash if he does not want a question like that.

Harry heard the book shelf open and out popped Snape's body. His student went over to him, "Hey sir what are you doing up?"

"As I recall this is my office Potter and yes I know I gave you permission to look at my potion stash. There is something I need to get out of the box though well a few papers. Do you mind waiting in my chamber till I am done?"

Harry realizes what he is referring too, "Um sir I already found those papers," he points over to the desk. Snape's mouth hanged slightly open, "sorry sir I opened them by mistake not thinking it would be that type of recipe," Snape went over to his desk, very embarrassed and ashamed. Harry walks over to him, "sir it is ok. It is a normal stash a grown man would have I did not think I would find it in-"

"Shut it Potter!" he snaps, wanting to end this topic. Folding both recipes and put them in his robe pocket.

Harry sighs, calming him by putting a hand on his shoulder, "It is totally natural you do not need to feel ashamed we are both guys after all," Snape looks over at him, "I mean I know I am student of yours but learning about you little by little makes me see that you are just a normal guy even when you have been horrible to me," Harry looks over at the clock and nearly shouts at the time, "Come on sir lets get you ready for dinner," he gave Snape his shoulder to lean on since he has been washed over with dizziness ones again it could also be because on what Harry had discovered in Snape's private collection of potions. If Severus was not this sick he would of realized that he had forgotten about the two recipes he did not want Harry to see before his student saw. Now it was too late. If he had his way he would erase that part out of Harry's mind but it would be against the rules as a teacher to do that. And he is too faithful to Albus to break that rule. "I know I said no magic to heal you this time but I suppose I will make a exception for dinner," Snape looks over at Harry, nodding with a small smile. He sat Snape on one of the couches in the living room. Harry goes over to his teacher's closet to fetch his teaching robes and black clothing that Snape always wears if he was not ill.

Harry walks back out of the bedroom and hands Snape what he found in his closet, "I suppose you do not want any help in putting it on?" his teacher gave him a death glare, "now, now sir no need to get mad I was just simply asking if you-"

"I am fine Potter!" he tries to snap but got a coughing fit in return. Plus his fever rose a little. Harry innerly rolls his eyes as he made his way to the kitchen to fetch his teacher some water.

While Snape was getting his clothes on Harry went over to his private store to see what could help at this time. He would need to something to cover his teacher from seeing and feeling ill. Harry hoped that the Headmaster would not notice. Harry would not be surprised though if he did. The Golden Boy found a few potions that could help. One was to get rid of the runny nose for a few hours, then one for runny eyes and redness. Another one to keep down coughing for about 4 hours. One for sore throats which Harry realized Snape was not having much trouble with his throat since Harry returned at three. More like headaches though so he got a potion for relieving headaches for a couple hours as well. 'This should be plenty to help out.'

Harry knocks at Snape's front door to see if it was safe to enter. He heard a enter on the other side. His student walks in. His teacher was sitting on the couch waiting for him to return. "Alright Professor I found many potions in your store that would be able to help," Harry checks over Snape's clothed body to see if he did it correctly. Usually when your sick your clothing could be a mess like buttons not buttoned correctly or shirt out of the pants. Harry noticed Snape's shirt with many buttons not in correct order, "sir your shirt."

Snape looks down at himself, "What about my shirt?" Harry sighs and knelt down beside him, and reaches over to his teaching shirt, "what do you think you are doing Potter?"

Harry starts to unbutton the shirt, and Snape was about to smack his hand away but before he could do that Potter answers, "Your shirt was buttoned incorrectly I am just fixing it sir."

Snape looks down at himself shocked, "I did not realize."

"It is ok sir your sick it is completely understandable if you mess up your clothing," Snape's bare chest was hidden by his undershirt so he did not mind Harry undoing his buttons. It did feel weird though. When Harry completed his mission he looks up at the teacher. They were a few feet away from each other. Harry felt his cheeks grew red and quickly moved away from him. This got a look of confusion from the teacher, "Lets get you ready sir," he looks over at the clock, "we only have an hour left." He put all the potion bottles down on the coffee table. Snape looks over at them from where he sat. Recognizing a few of them that he brews. "Alright Professor this potion is supposed to help with runny nose. How are you suppose to digest this? Through the mouth?"

Snape slowly shook his head, "Wrong Potter. You actually learned this in my class, " Harry inner sighs to hear his teacher well teaching him even when he is sick like this, "it goes through the nose." Harry should have known that and innerly hit himself in the head. Harry told Snape to lean back, "three drops usually in each nostril will do," he instructed. Harry opens the bottle and puts it up to his teacher's nose. Having a clear look at his nose and nostril he remembers what he said to him in 3rd year. He remembered the small hurt he saw in Snape's eyes after mouthing his father's words that night.

Harry holds the bottle up and drips three drops in one nostril, "Sorry," Snape looks over at him confused on his apology, "for saying something harsh about your nose in third year," his teacher was stunt at this. He remembers that night and remembered what his student said to him. And yes it stung for a few days. Harry now did the other nostril dripping in three drops. Snape starts wincing, which got Harry concerned, "Did I put it in wrong?" he shook his head in response. His teacher started dripping water from his eyes which Harry guessed was the side affects, "is it hurting you?"

Snape nods ones, "Burning more like it."

Harry grabs a clean Kleenex from the coffee table and with Snape's surprise wipes his watery eyes, "this is not what it seems."

"I know sir this is a side affect correct?" Snape nodded, "and is the burning also one."

"Yes and it is a pain." Harry understood and tried to ease his teacher's pain by pinching his nostrils together, while wiping his eyes. Even though his eyes are watering from side affect it was the first time Harry saw his teacher's eyes drip. It felt weird seeing this side of him. Harry lets go of his nose, "listen Potter I forgave you a long time ago from that snide comment in third year."

Harry takes the cough potion next, "How many drops with this?"

"Four." Harry nodded and knew that Snape did not really give a thought about his nose comment since it had been so long but Harry still thought it would be a good thing to say how sorry he was. Snape leaned back as the bottle was dripped down his throat four times. It had a bitter taste to it as he made a disgusted face. Harry gave him water to drink to see if it would help. His teacher grateful took it and drank it all in four gulps. The bitter taste was getting better. Harry took his glass and went over to the kitchen, putting it in the sink to deal with later. Harry was so busy finishing Snape up with potions that they were close to reaching dinner. Harry looks over at his teacher, going over to the bathroom to fetch Snape's brush, then back over to his side. His eyes closed as he felt his hair being brushed. The last time someone took the time to brush his untamed hair was his mother when his father was still looking like a ordinary dad after he had laid a hand on her son Eileen was to depressed and kept in her room most of the time that she did not pay much attention to both Snape and her husband. She was also afraid of him though he would only lay a hand on her if she intruded on his beating.

Snape felt a shiver go up his spine which made him by mistake let out his voice. He opens his eyes and realizes what he had just done and cupped his mouth as he looks at his student. Harry studied him for a a few seconds, "Never mind that Potter." Harry decided to just let it go (For now). His student got out what looks like a makeup bag from his pocket. Snape raises an eyebrow at him.

"I found this in Hermione's suitcase today. It is for covering up scars, wounds and other things you want to hide from prying eyes," Harry dabs some white liquid on his finger. This made Snape gulp silently as he watches what looks like white cream drip down to his student's palm. He quickly looks away. Trying to hide his blush.