Severus POV
As I stare down at the young boy before me, I cannot help but think of Lily. What would she make of her son? I'm sure she would be proud of all he has accomplished and how well he did in school. But she would also be so sad looking at him as he is now. I'm honestly surprised to see him here. I haven't seen of hear from him in over three years. I haven't even seen him in the tabloids or Daily Prophet, which seems odd. Where has he been? I had understood that his ambition was to become an auror, yet here is a 21 year old boy lying drunk on my guest bed.
I had found Harry lying outside on my lawn. He was passed out drunk and it appears that he drove a muggle vehicle here. Well, crashed a muggle car is more correct in this situation. The car in question has been moved into my garage, but not an hour ago it was parked in poor Mrs. Diggle's living room. Luckily, she was in the kitchen when it happen, so she was not harmed. He could have killed her, or himself. I was able to calm, Mrs. Diggle and convince her not to call the police long enough for me to remove the car, repair her home, and modify her memory. It's as if the incident never happened.
Harry has not moved from his position on my guest bed this entire time, not even when I was trying to get answers out of him. I suppose it is best to let him sleep off whatever he consumed. He is in for quite a discussion when he comes to. Unfortunately that discussion cannot include my belt, but oh would I love the pleasure. He's irresponsible and childish, and I am so disappointed in him.
But why am I disappointed? Why should I even care? I could just call the ministry and have him judged and punished there. They don't need consent to send him to Azkaban. Who am I kidding? I can't do that to Lily's son, as much as I'd love to do it to James' son. Although Lily and I would never be together, she truly cared about me and looked after me when no one else would. Aside from Lucius and My Lord, she was the closest thing to family I could have ever hoped for. I owe it to her to look after her son.
Harry began to stir, and immediately rolled over and threw up all over my floor. Lovely. At least he was conscience.
"Come Harry, let's get you cleaned up." He moaned in pain, but allowed me to lift him up. I quickly cleaned up the vomit with my wand so he would not slip in it, and supported him as we walked through to the bathroom. I waived my wand and started a bath. He allowed me to undress him, and I slipped him carefully into the hot water. I did my best to allow him to rest, but it was necessary for me to clean him up. Not only did he have vomit all over him, he was covered in mud from my front yard.
After his bath was done, I helped him into a spare set of sleep clothes and laid him back in bed. I gave him a potion that would keep his body hydrated while he slept off the alcohol. If I'm not mistaken, he had consumed quite a bit of fire whiskey by the smell of the vomit that still seemed to permeate the room. He quickly fell asleep again, and I felt a sense of relief knowing that he was safe. Not just safe, but safe with me. I could take care of him, and give him what he needs. I could be that person for him, if he lets me. I need to know what is going on with him. I need to understand. I wish he had stayed in contact with Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger, but from what Ms. Granger says, they haven't really spoken in years. They were always able to keep him grounded. Sure, he got into mischief at school, but they didn't allow him to get a big head because of his father. It was good for him. He needs that.
I will just have to wait until he wakes so we can get to the bottom of this. He was obviously coming to see me for some reason. I'm the only wizard in this area, and what is the likelihood of him happening to crash into my neighbors house if he wasn't looking for me?
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