Midnight
RIP Alan Rickman
Harry woke up, warm and sleepy against his potions master. Then it hit him. He was sick with an eating disorder, and he couldn't play Quidditch.
"Shhhhhh," he felt himself bing lifted up onto Snape's shoulder.
"Youre all worn out, hhhmmmmmm…." He felt his potions teacher gently rub his back, softly push his head back down onto the pillows.
"So tired," he whispered, his throat hurt to talk.
"I know love," the warm hand still rubbed his back, soft and gentle.
"Its so cold,"
"No Harry, you cant keep your body temperature up, it's a symptom of the illness. Younhave no food, so there is no warmth," Snape flicked his wand, and put a wool blanket over them.
"Im sorry…" tears sprang into his eyes, his techer saw, and started rocking him gently.
"Listen to me, my little lion. This is NOT your fault," Snape picked up his chin an made him look into his eyes.
"But…"
"You CANNOT control that your mummy and daddy were murdered, you cannot control you were abused, and you certainly cannot control this thing; so don't tell me how you did this Harry because you DID NOT."
"OK,"
"Come on now, we need a sweet dreams potion, none of this 'I blame myself' rubbish, hhhhmmmmm…" Snape stood with the child in his arms, and went to the cauldrons. Harry lazily rested on his shoulder, while his teacher held him on his hip.
"Open up," Harry did sleepily, the potion was instantaneous.
"Ron is looking after your father's cloak, I assure you it is in good hands…"
"Did my dad know he and mummy were going to die. Why did he leave the cloak with Professor Dumbledore?" Snape bit his lip at the mention of Lily's name.
"He wanted it to be well looked after," Harry hugged his teacher tightly, sleep over taking him.
"Someone needs a good cuddle, yes…" he felt suddenly like a mother bear protecting a cub, no one wa ever going to harm this child.