Oliver's Research
The dim light shone through the window of the common room. Oliver had pulled every book on wizards and eating disorders. The list of symptoms terrified him:
Pale skin
Weakened muscle responses
Stomach cramps
Intestinal damage
Acid reflux
Bleeding in the throat
Male urination issues
Sleeping disorders
Brittle nails
Depression
He put the book down, and apparated to Snape's office. If anyone knew what was going on Harry would be done for. He opened the door, to find Snape feeding Harry from a small eyedropper. It looked to Oliver like it was a potion for abdominal pain.
"Look whose here," Snape smiled gently down at Harry. The weakened second year reached out for Wood. Oliver felt a lump in his throat, he hated seeing him this ill.
"Come on lovie, bath time." Snape didn't want Harry to feel too awkward so he thought it better the teen have someone around his own age around.
Oliver gently laid Harry on the heated floor, undressing the pajamas. His condition had improved a lot in recent days. He was still dizzy a lot of the time so Wood couldn't risk him falling.
"Come here, li'l one…" Oliver gently lifted him up, and placed him in the bath. He loved these nights when Minerva let him have secret privileges to care for Harry after he completed his homework.
"Can I fly tomorrow?" Oliver shook his head. Harry looked into the bath water, he was disappointed.
" Harry love, I would be irresponsible as a captain if I put you on a broom in this condition." Oliver reasoned, gently soaping up the dark hair.
"But…" Harry couldn't think of anything else to plead with him on. Oliver finished his hair, and gently lifted him up into his arms, the little one laying his head on his Oliver's shoulder.
"Do you need the loo?" Wood asked softly, he knew the bed wetting was something he needed to address.
"No…" Harry replied sleepily, Oliver moved him to the other shoulder, using his wand to drain the bath, and put the towels away.
"This has been happening for years, I… I thought coming here would fix it…"
"Harry, listen to me, it is a disease, and it needs addressing. You can't do it alone, you need love and support." They reached the bedroom when harry squirmed in Wood's arms.
"It's OK, totsy. Come on," in one motion he turned and headed back the bathroom. He put Harry in front of the toilet, wrapping his arm around him in case he slipped. It took a second, and Oliver could swear he heard a small whimper of frustration.
"Take your time, love. Shhhhshhhh," the Keeper whispered, he was glad he did research on eating disorders beforehand.
"I… I… I…" Oliver realized what was happening. He bent down and brushed angry tears away for Harry's pale sickly face.
"Shhhh, just calm down it will come out, just relax, I'm right here. I won't leave," Wood spoke like he was talking to a wounded animal. He flicked his wand and sent a cup of water over, putting it to Harry's lips.
"There we go, just relax, if you tense up your bladder won't contract," Harry did as he was told, and focused on Oliver's arm holding him and how safe he felt. Oliver breathed a sigh of relief when Harry's body did what it was supposed to do. He flicked his wand flushing the toilet, and scooped Harry up.
"Oliver, here let me take him, you have a exam in Minerva's lass tomorrow." Snape whispered, Oliver did kissing Harry on the head.
"I love you," the Keeper whispered, the small boy murmured something burying his face in Snape's chest. Snape walked back to his bedroom, laying Harry down before climbing to bed with the sick child.
"I don't feel well," Snape hushed him, tubbing his back softly.
"I know, but we'll make you better. I'll make sure you get back to the pitch, OK my little goblin." Harry hugged him tightly, grateful for the love and support from his teachers and friends.