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Caught in the middle of a crossfire

Lost my balance on a high wire

Trying to figure out what to do

Pushed to the edge of my reason

Everywhere around me it's treason

I don't want to do that to you

Kamikaze airplanes in the sky

Are we going down or will we fly?

This could be a shipwreck on the shore

Or we could sail away forevermore

This time it's sink or swim, sink or swim

Tyrone Wells - Sink Or Swim


He should never have left the hospital. Snape held his head in both hands, watching as the doctors and nurses worked on his girl, hooking her up to every single machine they could think of in the hopes of breathing a little more life into her. Why did he think it would ever be a good idea to take her outside? Clearly she was too sick for the trip. What sort of father was he? Harry placed a hand on his shoulder, those green orbs of sadness making him feel ten times worse, he didn't deserve his kids.

"Mr Snape? Annessa will be fine. She's a little dehydrated, and her heartrate is a cause for concern but she should pull through." The woman closed the paper file, her eyes sweeping over his unwashed appearance. "You got lucky, don't let it happen again."

He wouldn't. There was no way he would put them in danger again, not ever. Annessa could have died all because he had wanted Harry to like him again, all because he had wanted to make them happy. But happiness didn't matter if they were dead. From now on he was going to keep them locked up so tight they'd wish they were in prison instead, no germs were going to infect his babies and make them worse. So what if they hated him because of it. Their health was much more important than their happiness. Right?

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He was done. Done with nurses. Done with parents. And most definitely done with ex-wives. Okay, so the latter one was only one ex-wife, but she had been making Whittker's life hell for weeks. Was his happiness too hard for her to watch? It was as if she had an inbuilt radar telling her that his life was too joyful. He wouldn't mind if she actually had a proper excuse for harassing him, but there was no legimate reason for him to give her the money she claimed he owed for a baby she supposedly had of his. They had been divorced for two years now, and he hadn't seen her for six months before that so when he had the time to impregnate her he didn't know. That woman loved destroying his life in as many ways as possible.

"You got a minute?"

Jumping at the sudden shift from silence, he quickly nodded at his most frequent visitor, snapping shut the file on his desk. "How can I help you?" They seemed to be loping into some form of routine that always went along the same lines, in fact Whittker was surprised the man had appeared sooner, especially after what happened earlier.

"Look Doctor Whittker-"

Holding up his hand, he pushed a mug of coffee towards the father. "Please, call me Henry, I think we've seen enough of each other to get past the formalities."

"Henry then, I know you're a busy man and everything but I need to ask you a favour."

Intrigued, he leaned closer, had he found something to do with his son's treatment that Whittker himself had overlooked? "What sort of favour? I can't guarantee anything but I'm open to trying."

"The thing, the man that attacked my son, he had a daughter, a sick little girl going through the same things as Harry and Annessa." Noting the confusion written across Whittker's face, Snape continued. "She needs a special treatment, a treatment they can only do in the states, and I, well I want to help her, I want to pay for it all, I just don't know where to begin."

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"Rough night?"

Flicking his eyes up, Harry offered the intruder a small smile, swiping at the stray tears that fell down his cheeks. Why was nothing in his life simple? What he wouldn't give to go back to that first year of Hogwarts, the initial freedom he felt from being away from the Dursley's. Even those years with the Dursley's were preferable than the pain he felt now. The pain he felt when he was younger was at least visible on the outside, this just ate at his heart, leaving no physical wounds.

"I talked with your dad, he'll be back sometime tomorrow."

Great! Snape sent a babysitter. Doctor Whittker was the best doctor he'd had, but Harry was sick and tired of adults making every single decision in his life. He was fourteen years old, not a little kid, he really didn't need someone watching him 24/7. As young as four the Dursley's had left him by himself while they went off on Holiday or to parties. Granted he was locked in the cellar but there was no one to check on him either way and he'd been just fine most of the time.

"Just so you know, Severus didn't send me up here, I just figured you'd need some company with every thing that's been going on round here, I know what it's like feeling so helpless."

Harry somehow doubted that. It was just a thing grownups said to make kids trust them, to make kids open up about their feelings. But Harry was tougher than that, he didn't need to be fed some bogus story. Whittker, while his intentions were probably true, more than likely had no idea how Harry felt. So he had seen patients die, that was all part of his job description, Harry was almost certain that the doctor had never been so emotionally attached to them like he was to Annessa.

If only she was there now, making fun of the man when he turned his back. That was the sort of thing she always did. It was so lonely without her, and it wasn't like he just sneak up to her room again, the nurses had made sure of that. It wasn't fair! He just wanted to see her! Why couldn't they understand that he needed to see her?! He had to! She was fighting for her life up there! He couldn't just leave her alone! He knew what it was like lying there with nobody around! They couldn't keep him here, they couldn't! He'd get to her. One way or another. There wasn't any one in the world that could stop him. She needed him. And he wasn't giving up without a fight.

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(*RON ALERT*)

Four-hundred and thirty four. That was the number of tiles decorating the ceiling inside his hospital room. Ron repeated that number as he packed up the small selection of things he had acquired in his short stay on the children's ward, completely blocking out the doctor's incessant rambling that had been going on for at least twenty minutes. All that mattered was he was going home. Getting out of the sterile prison that pumped his body full of calories he didn't want or need. His mother hadn't said a word to him all morning, not that he minded, he'd given up talking to her completely, it never did any good anyway. Swinging the backpack onto his shoulder, he plugged himself into his iPod, the comforting sounds of All Time Low blasting into his ears on full volume. Talking was overrated.

Following his mother silently from the room, he couldn't help but flash a triumphant smile at the nurse that had been glued to his side through out his stay, she had said he wouldn't be getting out any time soon, looks like he's shown her. The evening chill seeped into his bones, but Ron was far to happy to complain, he was free! Sliding into the back of the car without even looking at his mother, he rested his head against the window, ignoring the bag of food she placed down next to him, there was no way he was going to eat that. They may have tried to control him in the hospital, but at home there was no way he would abide by their crazy rules, not even if his life depended on it.

Furrowing his brow as they turned away from the direction of the Burrow, he felt a familiar sense of dread pool in his stomach as he recognised the building they were pulling up in front of. Miss Daniels. His mother obviously needed to see a shrink more than he did if she thought he was going to go back to her. Scooting further back, he pressed the lock down on the door, shaking his head as his mother opened the other door. There was no way he was getting out! Her hands reached inside, grabbing hold of his ankles as she tried to pull him from the car. What was she playing at?! Lashing out, he felt his foot connect with something, the hands retracting as she cradled her face. Maybe that would teach her not to mess with him. She had to learn that he wasn't a little kid anymore. And if that was the only way then so be it.


A/N: Ron may be a little OOC but remember he's a little messed up at the moment.

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