Hysterics
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Severus Snape was a man not usually surprised by anything. He was a wizard.
He had been assessing himself and thinking of calling his personal house-elf, Daisy when the boy shouted. "Shut up, Potter," he had muttered loudly as he continued to think about calling Daisy for one of his own personalized pain potions, when he opened his eyes wide in sudden understanding. "POTTER!"
He sat up quickly, then regretted it when his injuries protested. Across the room, was the boy, sitting up looking quite alive and well. But frantic. His breathing quickening, Severus pulled his legs over and onto the floor. He put his weight down and almost tumbled to the floor, before he found his reserve strength and got his balance. Where was Poppy, he asked himself as he shuffled across the room.
"WHATS GOING ON!" Harry shouted again.
This time Albus snuffled in his sleep and rolled over groaning. "Not now....," he slurred.
"Headmaster!" Severus said in a raised voice. "Albus!" he repeated when the old man didn't budge.
"Call a house-elf, Severus...," Lucius mumbled. "And tell Draco to go back to bed...," the blond man slurred in his sleep.
"Damnation!" Severus muttered as he continued across the infirmary towards the clearly hysterical boy sitting up on the bed. "Poppy!" he called hopefully someone would come around to their senses as he continued to stumble and shuffle onwards.
He could see Lupin laying on the floor. What the blazes happened to him?
Poppy came out of her office pulling on a button-front jumper, "Severus Snape, there is no need to bellow! And what are you doing out of bed!"
"Damnation woman! Look at Potter!"
Poppy turned and gasped! She grabbed her chest and backed up, her eyes wide and frightened.
"Drama queen," Severus muttered, rolling his eyes as he bypassed the mediwitch. "Don't just stand there woman, wake the Headmaster!"
Stopping at the side of the bed, he reached out to Harry, "Potter calm down."
"Calm?! You want me CALM?!" He bellowed at Severus, his eyes wide, as his hands fisted in the bedding.
Poppy was shaking the headmaster, "Albus! Albus! Wake up!" The woman glared when the old man just snuggled down further into his bed. "Old Coot!" She pulled her wand and sent a stinging hex at him.
Albus jackknifed into a sitting position, "What the devil is wrong with you, woman!"
She raised an eyebrow at him, stepped aside, and pointed toward where Severus now stood.
Albus' eyes widened at the sight of a very alive Harry Potter sitting up in his own bed. "Oh dear. I didn't expect that." The blue eyes were moist as he spoke.