Out the Window
Snape held Harry against him, watching the blanket of white fall upon the castle. It had been hard, caring for something so ill, and frail. He knew they could end up with other problems if this was left untreated.
"Open," he whispered gently, pouring yet another nutritional potion down his parched throat.
"Are they practicing in the snow…" came the drowsy reply.
"You know your Oliver, he's a lunatic," the only thing that made Harry smile besides hearing about his classes and Snape reading to him was the team.
"Did mummy know that I wouldn't die if she protected me?"
"I'm sure of it, cub." Snape settled back in the rocking chair,, Harry laying on his chest.
"What's asphodel?" Snape looked down at him, shocked at the question.
"Where in Merlin's name did you hear that, totsy?"
"Our first day when I didn't know the answer? You never explained it…" Snape glanced exasperated at the ceiling. He repositioned Harry on his lap, rocking gently.
"Asphodel is a type of lily,"
"Like mummy?" of course he had to go there, Snape knew losing his temper was going to solve nothing with a poorly child.
"Wormwood can cure snake bites of all sorts," Harry started yawning, his body tiring quicker now.
"We'll talk more tomorrow when I give you your first bite of toast, and jam."
"Oliver's hovering by the window," Snape turned in a heartbeat, placing Harry on his shoulder he opened the window for the airborne wizard.
"Brilliant," he drawled, shaking his head as Wood perched on the sill.
"Really?"
"No, bloody fool.." Oliver grinned, jumping from the ledge, he opened his arms, and Harry wrapped his arms around him sleepily.
"Cuddle…"
"Bath first, then cuddle," Oliver put the ill child on his hip, and shut the door behind them. Setting Harry down on the floor, he removed the pajamas gently while magically filling the bath. The started to remove the trousers, and felt wet on his fingers.
"Uncle Sev," Snape opened the door quietly, and came to them.
"When did he start wetting the bed?" Snape bit his lip in anger.
"Shhhhh, shhhh, lets just get you all dry and warm, kay love." Snape whispered, gently drying Harry off. He pulled on clean pj's and played soft music on the old Muggle tape deck.
"They can't handle secretions," Oliver stood in the doorway, book in hand.
"Of course Oli, his body shuts down after so long with no food, and then the reactions go bonkers."
"He could end up having a fit of accidental magic,"
"Tell me something I don't know," Snape said, putting the sick Harry in bed.
"You to bed as well, we cant do anything more til its daytime," Wood nodded, knowing things couldn't get any worse.