Once Hermione had thought it through, she knew everything was connected to Harry's unconscious state from within the hospital wing and that any and all people could enter there throughout the day. Knowing that there must have been wards or something around the beds, she put it down to being someone powerful like the upper years or the teachers. The obvious candidate was Dumbledore however, they couldn't just pin their hopes on him being the culprit in case someone else was an accomplice or even, behind these strange happenings. These thoughts were exactly why Hermione should have been in Ravenclaw. It was then that she decided that instead of dragging Harry to Madame Pomfrey, she would get Snape to look over him during their 'detention'.

The charms lesson went as fluently as normal. Harry was engrossed and most disappointed that he would have to leave the room at the end of the lesson. He had spent his lesson following his normal mantra of getting the spells right in the first few goes, engaging Professor Flitwick in a conversation about charms following with, helping others to perfect the charms. However, instead of walking around and asking if anyone needed help, he had simply sat down next to Ron and helped him. Leaving Hermione, Draco and Daphne (who had also perfected it) to help everyone else. This again got strange looks sent over to him however, this time, he noticed and asked Hermione, "Am I doing something wrong? I know I normally go around and help people?" which she just simply replied with, "It's because you are practically glued to Ron whilst, you two are normally 'frenemies'. Normally you are talking with Draco or helping him to teach others." After hearing this, he went to help others, trying to figure out why he was acting so strangely.

After lesson, Hermione couldn't wait to get Harry to Snape. Though as they were walking to the dungeons, Harry began to feel the fleeting pain again. It fluctuated in how extreme the pain was however, as he got closer and closer to Snape's classroom, the pain doubled ten-fold and he was almost unable to walk further. Stopping, Hermione looked at his face and began to feel pale.

"Harry, what's wrong?"

"My stomach hurts again..."

"What do you mean again?"

"It's been fleeting ever since Snape walked past us on the way to charms… It's like how I used to feel when looking at the back of Professor Quirrel's turban..."

"Do you want me to go and get him? He should be about three metres away."

"Yes..."

Hermione ran to Snape, calling for him to hurry and bring his healing kit. Not questionning her, he got it from his desk and followed her to where she was pointing. However, the closer Snape got, the greater pain Harry was in. Noticing this he took an experimental step forwards, only to hear Harry cry out in pain. He then took two backwards to hear Harry sigh in relief.

"Hermione, walk towards Harry."

"Why?"

"Just do it."

Hermione walked towards Harry and it had no effect. He raised an eyebrow in question and went to take a step forwards again, only to hear Harry wince. He put his foot back down and took several steps backwards until Harry's posture relaxed. Feelings of envy began to creep up on the older man who had noticed that his presence was causing Harry pain while, all he wanted to do was to walk up, register his new look, exchange some of their normal quips and just simply hug him as others could.

Trying to keep control of his emotions, he called out to Hermione to come back so he could explain what was going on. If he could get a word in edge ways, he could of anyhow.

"Why are you not walking over there, hugging him and making him better again? He is in pain and you are the most qualified person to care for him. You have healer training, a potions mastery," "Miss Granger-"

"-and you regularly look after young children and their friends. What is wrong with you? I do not care that you have to 'keep appearances' or that you are now my teacher,

"Miss Granger-"

"-get your dungeon bat ass over there and FIX HARRY!"

"HERMIONE GRANGER. Think about the situation if you are clearly the Ravenclaw you are supposed to be. We all know what the hat meant to say before it was tricked into saying Gryffindor. Think about what happened whenever I took a step closer to him, I know you noticed it. Now you tell me why I can't go over there and hug my godson! It is not a matter of appearances any more!"

Hermione thought about it. She had realised what the Professor had meant and wanted to apologise. She could only guess at how much it pained him to be the one to cause pain whenever he came within a certain radius of him.

"I'm sorry. What do I need to do?"

"Where is his pain?"

"He says it is the abdomen and that it feels like how he felt whenever he looked at the back of Professor Quirrel's head."

"Give him a pain reliever and the calming draught from the bag, it should be sufficient as I am seemingly outside of the range. Before that, I want you to measure the range. Go over to him and tell him I'm sorry for what I am about to do."

Hermione rushed back over to tell Harry what they had deduced. He nodded, his breathing back to normal, sending a small smile over to his adoptive dad, knowing how much this pained the both of them. Hermione hugged him and reassured him that this would be sought out before nodding to Snape to begin.

Severus took small, tentative steps towards Harry, not wanting to cause him pain. It was the one thing he had wanted to promise to Harry for his childhood, which he hadn't gotten in his and now he had to. He had his suspicions on who's magic this was, it wasn't hard to tell. He was just praying to Merlin that it was as he had suspected and not something entirely different like Harry having adverse effects to the essence of Voldemort within his dark mark. He was still walking forwards when Hermione noticed a hitch in Harry's breath, following to him clamping down on her hand telling her that Severus had breached the radius. Calling out for him to stop, Severus noticed that this was about five metres… the longest five metres he had ever experienced in his whole life. Once again, he found himself beginning for the first scenario and not the second.

Once they had found the distance, Snape made a mental note and raised his Occulmancy shields to the highest standard, not trusting his emotions at this point. He saw Hermione do exactly as he say before feeling a probe to his mental shields. He immediately forced them higher before seeing Harry out of the corner of his eye look meaningfully towards him, dropping them to let his son talk, Snape bowed his head and silently cried. Harry began the communication.

"Dad… I'm scared."

"So am I my child."

"What should I do? Somebody's making me forget people apparently… What if I forget you too?"

"What do you mean, 'forget people'?"

"I couldn't remember Draco earlier, I still can't properly..."

"Has anything else strange happened?"

"My head felt weird earlier, that's why Hermione brought me to you in the first place. She didn't want to leave me in the hospital wing on my own after what's apparently happened this time. According to Hermione, I'm spending more time than usual around Ron… I feel like I have to be around him or something bad will happen. What's going on dad? My mind hurts… It feels like there are so many things there which shouldn't be… I don't know what to do.. help me."

"I will my son, I will… I promise you, I will protect you better. I never should have let you be in there on your own..."

"I don't care about that. I just want to be close to you… why did he do this to us?"

"I don't know my child, I don't know..."

Realising that they were both crying wrecks, staring at each other from five metres away, Snape broke the connection with Harry and begun to instruct Hermione on what to do and how they should act. It was tearing his scarred heart open once again to see his son opposite him, knowing there was nothing he could do as of yet to alleviate his pain.

"Miss Granger… Before you two come to my lesson tomorrow, give Harry the numbness potion from the bag. It should stop most of the pain however, you will have to sit at the back of my classroom. I will place Harry next to Draco because of what he has told me and I will contact Lucius tonight to test out a theory with him. Before you go back to the dorm, go into one of the abandoned classrooms and get Harry to go through his mind palace, if something is affecting his memories there will be a tar-like substance over it. He will know what he is looking for. If anyone asks why Harry has been crying, say that the Goblins visited his guardian and found out that the dark magic that was inside his scar had been affecting his health and that Harry was feeling guilty about it. If a teacher asks why Harry isn't at his detention, say that he was so distraught that he cheeked me so much I didn't want him anywhere with me for the night so I sent him away with lines to do."

With an affirmative nod from Hermione, Snape began to walk away but not before whispering, "I love you son." and hearing the cheeky, yet teary, reply of, "Love you more."

Once Snape had entered his office, he put up several silencing charms and put a complex locking charm on his door. Once this was done, he sat down in his chair and cried. This was the first time the man had cried in a decade. The last time had been after seeing Lily's body with her emerald orbs looking lifelessly towards her child, as if she trying to savour his looks before her impending death. Now it was towards her emerald eyed son and himself, who were once again being denied a family. As Snape wallowed more and more in his sorrow, he begun to realise several things… one of them being that Harry had absolutely no protection, another being that people had been telling him that their heads felt weird, now it sounded as if compulsion charms were being used and if that was the case, Dumbledore could go anywhere and do anything, due to the amount of power he effortlessly put into them and the last, and most heart-breaking, being that Lily's last look upon her son was fake. She had never known what her own son had looked like. She should have easily of known but, it was another thing that was denied to her as a mother.

Knowing that he wasn't going to stop these pessimistic thoughts and drink himself into oblivion, for the second night in a row, he called for some company. He knew he had had to call Lucius for help with Harry's condition and there was no time better than the present to break him from this mindset. With this in mind, he lent before the Floo and called out to his old friend.