Chapter 13

Harry woke up screaming. It had been happening for months now. Nightmares had been haunting him about a certain werewolf, only the wolf kept getting him and he ended up turning into a werewolf.

He hardly slept any more and it was now Christmas. He was desperately ill. Sirius and Remus tried everything apart from giving him a dreamless sleep potion. The only thing that was wrong was Harry just was not sleeping. He was scared of sleeping, if he did it was only two hours at most and that was not enough for an eight-year old kid. Even at the Dursley's, he got more sleep than this. His hair was a mess and the clothes were what he had been wearing for days.

Harry lay in bed shaking. 'Oh god I'm so tired. I can't sleep, too scared.' Shivering, he curled up in a ball with his panther. All night he lay there. To warm himself up he asked Kreacher for a hot chocolate.

"Hey Kreacher can you get me a hot chocolate please?" asked a very tired looking Harry.

Kreacher was worried for Harry, he had been asking for hot chocolate for days. Harry always told him everything and he liked the boy very much, unlike Sirius and Remus. Harry told him how much he missed Sev, what happened on the full moon and of his nightmares.

After he had gotten his hot chocolate, he began talking to Kreacher. It had become a nightly thing.

"I hate it here Kreacher and I know you do to. I miss Sev, Mark and Amanda really a lot. Sirius and Remus are too rapped up in each other to bother with me anyway. I want to be back at Hogwarts, especially after what happened. He scared me Kreacher with those huge teeth. I cant sleep without seeing them, I cant sleep," said a teary eyed Harry. Kreacher was not used to helping with anything like this. His masters were always in control of their emotions. He was brought up to think tears were a weakness.

After Harry had finished, Kreacher was gone with a pop. However, Harry was getting worse by the day. Sirius just sent him to bed.

"Harry your fine, just a small cold. Go to bed," this was usually said as he wrapped his arms around Remus.

Harry just nodded his head miserably. He felt worse than ever. He felt like he was slowly dieing. Sighing, he fell into sweet oblivion on his bed, sleeping better than he had in ages. Waking up shattered that good sleep. He was shivering, but at the same time it was very hot. He chucked the covers off and tried to get up, but he fell back. He couldn't walk and knew he was badly ill. Even at the Dursley's Harry had never felt this bad. This was no simple cold.

"Kreacher," said a weak voice followed by a pop the elf looked at Harry and thought, 'Bloody hell master is unwell. He looks like he has wizards flue.'

"Go get Severus Snape from Hogwarts Kreacher. Sirius is not going to do anything. Please Kreacher, I give you permission. I feel bad." He puked up everything he had eaten. "Tell them Sirius is going to do nothing and bring madam Pomfrey please go," said a shivering feverish sick green looking Harry.

With another pop Kreacher was gone and Harry was alone and shivering with a mess at the side of the bed. Curling up in a ball for a while, he stirred when he heard voices coming from all directions and people climbing up and down the stairs.

Pop Kreacher landed in Hogwarts most feared teacher's quarters. Instantly there was a wand pointed at him. It was not lowered because it was not a Hogwarts house elf that had entered his quarters.

"What do you want elf?" said a snarling potions master. He had been in the middle of making a potion when the wards had gone off. He hated being disturbed, but the wand had mo effect on the elf. He started talking.

"I is Kreacher, Master Black's elf, Master P... Harry is unwell. Sirius Black told him it was a cold and for him to go to bed, but Master Harry is getting more unwell during the nights and asks for Master Snape like he always does and asks him to brings Mistress Pomfrey with him too. I know its not my place but i is thinking its wizard flue"

Before he had gotten to the part about Harry being unwell, Sev was already getting his potions bag ready.

"And master Harry Potter has not been sleeping, always wakes up screaming he does and not going back to sleep he doesn't," said Kreacher.

Severus ran to the hospital and shouted for Poppy. She also got her medical bag and then Sev said to the house elf "Go Home." pop He was gone, leaving Severus and Poppy to floo over themselves. Severus went first, knowing the address.

"Number 12 Grimmauld place!" Shouted Sev.

"Number 12 Grimmauld place!" shouted Poppy after him.

They both fell with a thud on a red and gold carpet, Sev making a face at the decorations. He would have said more if he had not been worried about Harry. They started looking everywhere for him, but on their way met Black and Lupin's wands pointed at them. Lupin had heard them thanks to his werewolf hearing and awakened Sirius. They had both come down and were surprised to see Severus Snape and Poppy Pomfrey there.

Before they could hit him or Poppy, he shouted Expelliramus and they both lost their wands.

Sev pushed passed them and ran up the stairs, Poppy on his heels looking in every room they came upon. There were a lot of rooms. Sirius and Remus were trying to get Sev out of their house calling him names all the way. Poppy shook her head muttering about stupid people thinking Azkaban would have been all he needed to grow up.

She was brought back to reality when she heard Severus gasp. He ran over to Harry and helped him sit up. He was looking far too pale for either of their likings. Next to Snape you could say he had a tan. His eyes were bloodshot, he was shivering and not really aware of his surroundings. He did however, recognize the voices and the touches of the two people he had ever let touch him, Poppy Pomfrey and Severus Snape.

"This is no cold, the boy's got wizard flu. He would have died if we hadn't gotten him tonight. That house elf has saved Harry Potter's life. He's coming to the hospital wing and you are staying away. He has had the flu for a week and a half and you have done nothing for him and he's had not enough sleep in roughly a month. Severus, help him, we're going to the infirmary and you two can stay here your obviously not looking after him right!"

Snape was getting madder by the minute as Madam Pomfrey kept talking. 'No sleep in a month. Oh shit its worse than I thought. I'd better make dreamless sleep potion for him.' He wrapped him up in a green comforter he had conjured, holding him protectively across his chest. He sneered at the tears he saw on the faces of the werewolf and the mutt. They were ashamed even more so because what Madam Pomfrey had said was true. Watching them leave they clung onto each other and again Severus sneered at them as he threw floo powder into the flames, making them spark to green.

"Hogwarts hospital wing."

They both fell asleep, promising to go to Harry in the morning. They were thinking he would forgive them for not being there, but in truth Harry wasn't bothered. He never will be.

Tonight he went to sleep with a contented sigh as a cool hand brushed away his hair, put a cloth on his forehead and gave him potions, rubbing his throat till it went down. Sev fell exhausted onto a chair at the side of Harry's bed, Poppy went to bed not much later and some time later Sev fell asleep on the edge of Harry's bed, one hand as a pillow.

That was how Harry woke up and that sight alone was enough to make his spirits sore up to the heavens. The moment was ruined when he woke Sev up by coughing harshly.

Sev was next to him in a flash, helping him drink a bit of water, which promptly came up again. He only pointed his wand at it and it was gone, not caring about messes. Harry threw his little hands around the potions master's neck, breathing in the scent of herbs and potion ingredients that calmed him down always. He stayed there for how long he didn't know, but some time later he fell back asleep against the heat of Sev's robes wrapped around him like a security blanket.

There he slept through Sirius's and Remus's pleas, when Amanda and Mark came in and when poppy checked in. He slept through it all with a small smile on his face.

Will Harry get better? Or will he get worse? The wizard flu can kill... will Harry make it? R&R please goodbye for now!