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My motivation problem still isn't solved but I'm positive this will change soon. I have many more chapters already finished, so you won't notice it beside my annoying A/N.

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Chapter 10 – A Smile on his Face

-II-

"I would say that is a yes," James said. "I will add you two as a team. Come over at two thirty when the nap time is over, and you will get all the information and your result board from the nurses who organize the whole event. If Remus and Draco want to take part as well, it would be okay. I think it would be a good motivation to have a friend to take part of the fun as well. Right, Harry?"

"Yes, that would be cool. We haven't done something together for such a long time. Last time we were ice fishing with them, and that wasn't so fun with Draco whining all the time."

"I remember another boy whining as well." Severus grinned.

"But not as much as Draco."

"Of course not, I think you said one time less 'When will we go back. It is cold' than Draco."

"I did not," Harry said and looked at Healer Langster.

The woman laughed. "I'm most certain, Harry. James, I think I'm not needed here any longer. I have a meeting in fifteen minutes and still need to get ready."

James nodded, and Healer Langster stood up. "It was nice to meet you. We will meet again at the next family session. Take care." She smiled at Harry and gave him her hand. "I will see you on Monday, Severus, Ivy." She nodded at both of them, and then she left.

"I think we are finished for today as well. So we have a father-son day tomorrow and a mother-son day on Sunday. Of course the rest of the family can visit as well if they want. The weekends are for the families."

-II-

It was Saturday now, and Harry and Victor were on their way to sport therapy. Breakfast had been a bit challenging again. Especially with his egg, Harry had to fight to eat it completely. In the end he had managed it and was happy that he would be able to do some sports now to get rid of that heavy stomach feeling. Unfortunately the healer in charge looked at Harry's wristband before anything started and something about it must have told him to check Harry's file.

"Only the fun sport for you, Harry. Trainer Miller will have an eye on you. How about you, Victor? Do you want to spend the session with you friend or do you want to come with me for the running training?" Healer Jacob, as Harry could read it from the name tag on his robe, asked.

"I will stay with Harry."

"Good, I will tell Trainer Miller that you two are in his group today." With that the muscular healer went over to a thin but athletic looking man in blue robes, who must have been Trainer Miller.

The fun sport part of the gym really was fun, and soon Harry wasn't moody about being not allowed to take part at the 'real' sport training. Two big swings were hanging from the ceiling. A lot of balancing beams in different heights were going through the whole part of the gym. It was like a jungle to climb and balance because there were several ropes spanned between the beams and you could climb by those ropes to get to another floor of beams. Tubes were leading down and horizontal throughout the room and a big area contained an elastic mat on which you could jump. The most fun part was the hover area. Harry had to think about Draco the whole time while he tried to balance in the air held by an invisible force. Victor showed him some move which made him spin and move in the air.

Harry had the time of his life, and only the random reminders of Trainer Miller to take it slow lessened it. He even got three time outs beside the trainer because he hadn't taken it easy. At the last of that timeouts Harry realized he hadn't seen Victor for some time. He let his eye roam over the gym and found him sitting on some mats, looking sad. "Can I go over to Victor, Trainer Miller? I won't do anything active besides talking with him."

"I'm watching you, Harry," Trainer Miller said and allowed him to go to Victor.

"Hey, what's up?"

Victor shrugged. "Nothing, I just needed a pause."

Harry sat down beside him. "Hey, you helped me yesterday, so why don't you let me help you know. Something is wrong, I can see it."

Victor sighed. "They are all speaking about the father-son afternoon. Please don't get me wrong, I'm happy for you and the others, but it is hard to see you all so happy about it and not be able to take part as well. It's the third time they do this father-son thing since I'm here."

Harry laid his arm around Victor's shoulders. He wasn't sure if it would be okay for the boy, but he thought it was worth the risk of getting a weird look from Victor. The boy didn't look shocked or weird at him, so Harry relaxed. "I know it must be hard. Maybe you could ask one of the male nurses to take part with you. I could ask James."

"No, thank you Harry, but they wouldn't do that. And... it's not only that. Seeing everyone with his family and so... It reminds me that I will have nowhere to go when I will be finished here. Still it would be fun to take part. I sneaked out to look at the challenges last time, and they are great."

"Maybe someone could adopt you when you are out of here."

"I'm almost fifteen. Nobody wants a fifteen year old boy."

"I'm thirteen, only one and a half years younger than you, and I found a family to adopt me. Nothing is impossible."

"You were lucky, and your parents already knew you. My teachers aren't like that. I have nobody, Harry. But hey, I didn't want to make you depressed. Forget about me okay. Let's have some fun."

Harry frowned about the mood change of Victor. "James always says it isn't healthy to have mood changes like that, Victor. You will make yourself ill by putting up that mask."

"You definitely spend too much time with Healer Smith. I just don't want you to get moody again. I will survive that day, and you will have to tell me every detail of the challenges when you are back."

Victor stood up and wanted him to come back on the course, but Harry saw Trainer Miller's eyes on him and gestured with his head in his direction. "I'm in a timeout again."

Victor chuckled. "You really don't know your limits, Harry. Don't be sad. This afternoon you will have the ability to power yourself out. They hold you low for having enough energy left for it."

Dinner was a horror again. "That cannot be my plate," Harry protested while he stared at his tray.

"I think it is. Look you still have less on it than I do."

Harry looked disgusted over to Victor's tray. If he would have to eat that much, he would blow up, that Harry was sure about.

"Come on, the spaghetti taste delicious."

Harry tried hard to eat as much as possible, but he was still full from breakfast. He pretended to still eat, but didn't, and he felt Victor's worried glances over to him. The boy would give him away if he wouldn't stop it. Harry just wanted to tell Victor to stop when someone already sat down beside him.

"Something wrong, Harry?" It was Healer Elppa.

Harry sighed. "I think they made a mistake in the kitchen; that can't be my tray."

Healer Elppa moved Harry's tray so she could see the name tag. "Harry Snape. That's you, aren't you?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Yes, but maybe they put the wrong plate on it."

"Those trays are charmed, Harry. The house-elves don't have to measure anything. They just put food on it and the charm on the tray measures it and adds whatever medicine is necessary. In your case its adds the amount of nutrient powder I ordered for you."

"But it's too much. I already have eaten over the half of it and it is still so much."

"No you didn't," Healer Elppa said dryly.

Harry looked measuring at her and then said, "Okay, but the half of it."

"No, you didn't," Healer Elppa said again and shook her head.

"But it is too much," Harry whined, not caring that Victor was around.

"Ehm, I'll see you in our room, Harry," Victor said and left.

"Harry, we agreed to slowly heighten the amount of your food. Today you want to take part at the father-son afternoon, and you will need energy for that. I hoped you would like spaghetti and would be able to eat a bit more."

"Not that much. I'm still full from breakfast."

"You need to eat at least half of what is left on your plate now for letting me give you the okay for the sport evening. It will not be an okay in all conscience, but a compromise from my side, Harry. Anything less than the half of it, and I can't let you take part. I'm sorry."

She really looked sorry, but Harry felt frustrated. "You think I'm just making this up, right? But I don't; I'm really full. Here you can feel it." He grabbed her hand and placed it over his stomach. He had the feeling it would explode.

"Harry, you mind is tricking you. I don't think you are making anything up or push things up or anything. I know that it is very hard for you and that you don't feel well by having to eat so much. I will go down with the amount of food and heighten the powder again this evening, and we will go a very slow pace. I promise you that, but I can't cover your energy need for this evening with a nutrient powder. That's not the way it is working, Harry. I have nothing that can give you an energy push for the afternoon without risking your health. I'm not willing to take any risks." She looked emphatically but stern at him.

Harry sighed. "What if I get sick after eating half of it. Then I can't take part of the afternoon as well." Sadly he looked at the annoying spaghetti. He already saw his nice afternoon with Severus and maybe even Remus and Draco vanish into thin air.

"If you feel sick about eating so much we can give you something against the heavy feeling and help your stomach to assimilate the food. That would be no problem. The potion could work during nap time, and you would already feeling better when you father comes over."

"You really will give me something to help against the feeling?" Harry looked skeptically at Healer Elppa.

"I swear," the healer said and held her hand up.

Harry sighed and looked at his food challenging. "Okay, I will try." He manged to do it even though it was a long and hard fight. He was the last one to leave the dinner room. Healer Elppa held her promise, and Harry got a potion to help him against the heavy and almost painful feeling in his stomach. After his nap he was feeling much better, only when he looked over to Victor, he felt bad again. The boy was crying.

"Please ignore me, Harry," Victor said between sniffs. "I can't stop. I don't want to make you feel bad about the father-son afternoon, but I'm not allowed to leave the room while nap time."

Harry went over to Victor and petted his shaking shoulder. "Are you stupid? I don't want you to leave the room because you are feeling sad and are crying. I understand your feeling. I felt alone for a very, very long time as well. I wish I could help you."

The door opened after a knock had warned them, and Minerva peeked in. "Can we come in?"

"Sure," Harry said, gave Victor's shoulder a squeeze and went over to his visitors.

"I hope you don't have anything against a few cheerleaders," Minerva said while she hugged Harry. Over her shoulder Harry saw Alastor and Poppy come into the room. "Albus is too busy. He is very sorry."

"No problem," Harry said. He was happy so many people had come, but still he felt sorry for Victor.

After he had hugged them all, Harry sat down on his bed. "Where is Severus?"

"He, Remus and Draco are speaking with James," Minerva explained.

"So Draco is here as well? That's cool. Victor you need to—" Harry stopped and bit his bottom lip. He had wanted to tell Victor he needed to get to know Draco, but now he had advert the adults to Victor's state, and to Harry's shock Alastor was going over to Victor's bed.

"What's wrong, Victor?" Alastor asked while he sat down on Victor's bed.

"He is sad because he has nobody to take part at the father-son afternoon," Harry said and hoped Victor wouldn't freak out about Alastor. He had told him some stories about his godfather, and Harry loved to exaggerate things when he spoke about Alastor.

"Ah, I think Victor can speak for himself, right Victor?" Alastor eyed the crying boy. Harry had told him about the boy with no relatives yesterday.

Victor nodded, a bit fearful, and stared with big eyes at Alastor. "Harry had told me about you," he whispered.

"Scary things I believe. I realized lately that Harry seems to have an affinity for making me the fearful godfather who will beat up anyone who dares to scare him."

"Alastor," Harry said protesting. "It was only one time."

"One time about what I got wind of, my boy." Alastor said, amused.

"You can see if he lies with your eye, right?" Victor whispered, fascinated.

Alastor grinned and rolled his non-magical eye when he saw Victor's mouth drop open when he grinned. Many people seem to think he was incapable of smiling at all. "No I can't. Like I said Harry tries to make people fear me and be impressed, and so he exaggerates things a bit. I can do many things with that eye, but seeing if people lie isn't one of it. Still I'm good in telling if people lie. So what's wrong with you, Victor?"

"It's like Harry said. I'm sad I can't take part of the father-son afternoon. It would be so cool."

"I saw some people out there that certainly weren't father-son, so it must be possible to take part with someone else than a father."

"But I have nobody. It was only my mother and me for the last six years. All my other relatives died in the fire," Victor said and fought hard against the lump in his throat. "I'm sorry, I think I..."

"Ah, no reason to be sorry, Victor." Now Poppy was in her element. She sat down on the other side of Victor's bed and pet the head of the crying boy. "It's not a day to think about sad things, right Alastor?"

"Correct, my dear," Alastor said looking lovingly at his wife. Then he looked at Victor again, who obviously enjoyed the affection Poppy showed him. Alastor wondered sadly how long it had been that someone had touched the boy like that. "What I wanted to say with my comment was that maybe it is possible that you can take part with someone else; someone like me. If you won't be disappointed to not have much of a chance with an old man like me as you partner."

"Really?" Victor sat up in a rush. He was torn between looking sad because he had lost Poppy's lovely petting of his head or smiling from one ear to the other at Alastor for that offer.

Poppy chuckled. "I would say that is a 'Yes, Alastor, I would love to have you as my partner in the father-son afternoon.' Am I right, Victor?"

"Yes, please!"

Alastor laughed. "Then I should try to find James to ask him." He ruffled Victor's hair and stood up.

Five minutes later Severus, Remus, Alastor and Draco came into the room. All adults were carrying a pile of T-Shirts over their arms. Draco immediately ran over to Harry. "Hey, Harry, how are you?"

"Fine, it's so cool you and Remus could come as well."

"Yeah, it will be fun to beat you and Severus."

Harry pulled a face. "Dream on, Malfoy."

"We will see, Snape," Draco replied.

After Harry had hugged Severus and Remus, they all changed in their shirts. Severus and Harry had dark green shirts, Remus and Draco brown ones and Alastor and Victor dark red ones. On the back of each shirt stood in white letter TEAM. It looked weird, but Harry didn't think much about it. He was too happy that Victor could take part as well. "Oh, hey Victor, that's Draco. I told you about him."

"Yes, hey, nice to meet you," Victor said to Draco.

"I hope Snape here hasn't told you any lies about me."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Even not lying, there are a lot of bad things to tell about you, Draco."

"I don't care about you telling bad things about me just lies. Like that you are better than me in anything. But even if you have, today Remus and I will show you who is best." He pushed his chest out and hit it.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Just ignore him. He is all talk. He is a really good friend."

Victor grinned. "No problem."

Remus had come over to his stepson and took him warningly by his neck. "I thought we wanted to have a nice and fun day, not showing off, Draco?"

"But Harry always exaggerates things. Who knows what he has told him," Draco said through clenched teeth.

"Then say what you really think and don't behave so arrogant like you do right now."

"He just said that you are one of his best friends, Draco. He seems to like you a lot." Victor was a very sensible boy. He knew exactly why Draco was behaving like that. He was just still unsure about Harry's friendship.

Draco smiled shyly at Victor. "Sorry, sometimes I just can't..."

"No problem. Lets just have fun today, okay?" Victor offered his hand, and Draco took it.

"How is Aquila, Remus?" Harry asked while they waited for James to fetch them.

"Loud, but fine," Remus said and smiled at Harry. "Draco here is a fantastic big brother at the weekends when he comes over. I'm very proud." The relationship between Draco and Remus had become really good. It was surprising how fast things could change in a few months. Harry hoped the relationship between Ivy and Severus would develop that way as well.

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