Mummy

Oliver strode up to the castle, he had everything to be depressed about now. He couldn't show it because he'd lose his players though.

"Oli…" Harry croaked out, Wood grinned, adding the last of the honey to the potion. He poured the cauldron steam out, and capped the vial.

"Here, love, sit up," with Oliver's help Harry managed to sit up slowly. His complexion now looked grey/greenish, his eyes were bloodshot, and his hands were worn out.

"Drink up, you need rest," Wood said gently, Harry did as his captain told him. Oliver then began to bath his face in a cold cloth.

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Wood collapsed on the couch in Snape's office, he was drained. The last twenty four hours were insane.

"Oliver, my brother and Hermione are both terrified about Harry; what the bloody hell is going on?" Oliver thought he'd get to chill for ten minutes', no luck.

"He's sick, he has an eating disorder, and there are signs of abuse, I need to keep him with Snape so I can rebuild his system,"

"Don't tell your brother," Wood eyed them both before striding off back to Harry.

"Sir, there's an issue with some of the Gry-"

"I know Oliver, I've spoken to Minerva personally and she will talk to them for you, and I, about Harry." Oliver looked down at the sleeping form in Snape's arms.

"Go up to bed, you're exhausted.. You've been bouncing back between the Tower and here all night," Wood nodded, as if in some kind of trance. He leaned down, and kissed Harry on the forehead.

"I'll never give up on you, Harry Potter." Oliver whispered, then disappeared inot Snape's fireplace.

"Who would have thought my Oliver would find a little brother in a second year,"

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Snape sat for hours, the boy in his arms. This is the last thing any of them ever expected twelve years ago. He saw Minerva come through his fire place.

""Severus,"

"Minerva, this cannot continue, he will be dead by next year if we do not step in," she noded, its not like this was new to them.

"I told him.. I told Albus that night that they were the worst Muggles imaginable," her voice trembling.

"Well now his health is at risk, so tell Headmaster he did a wonderful job with the savior of our world, never mind the Willow," Snape said in an icy tone.

"Then I guess we're on the same page…." Harry whimpered in his sleep, clinging to his potions professor.

"Shhhhh, shhhhhh… Its alright little one," Snape put him on his shoulder gently rubbing his back.

"I'm going to see Albus, this has gone too far," Minerva whispered, tears in her eyes. Snape wasn't listening, he was focused on Harry.

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There was a fitting thunderstorm outside the caste, Snape loved that weather. He sat with a goblet of pumpkin juice, staring at a photo hidden in a snake dictionary.

The girl was happily waving, and laughing with him. They had hands locked together, uniforms illuminated by the sunny day; the Quidditch fields behind them.

"I should have been the one to collect you, I'm sorry Harry," he whispered, bathing his student's face with a cold cloth.

"Mummy…" Harry whispered, fretfully moving in his sleep.

"Shhhhh, sshhhhhhhh, its alright… Its just a dream, child. Only a dream, you're safe with me at school. Everything is OK, shhhhhh…"

"Your Oliver is very worried about you, if he falls asleep in my class tomorrow we are going to have a problem," Snape smiled to himself, he had no clue ho he was going to keep them apart.

"And Minerva is going to have a very angry Albus on her hands, Merlin I hope they don't get into a duel," Snape placed Harry on his chest, and with a wve of his wand the chair turned into a bed.