Papa

Harry lay curled up in Severus's arms, as the potions maser sat in the rocking chair. It had belonged to his great grandmother.

"There, there… Its OK totsy, just relax everything is OK," Snape whispered, he smoothed the dark hair and noted Harry's fingers were not as thin and frail.

"I want to go to the pitch,"

"I know love, but you can't even walk around for more than an hour without getting fussy, I just increased your food intake, and I'm not happy with your vitamin levels. Harry, eating disorders are mental as well as physical." Harry couldn't argue with him or Wood. He was tired a lot, his muscles hurt all the time, and he knew his bladder was weak from lack of nutrition.

"There's no spell for this?" he knew that was a dumb question but what was the harm in asking?

"No love, wizards take longer to heal in some cases than Muggles," he stood and went to the bathroom. He would never tell a soul but caring for one student was like having your own child. He loved it.

"I don't need to go.." he whined, trying to get out of Snape's arms.

"Shhhh, your kidney and tummy are still healing. Your system shut down so it needs to be reminded again what to do with food." Snape got down, and looked deep into Harry's eyes.

"Listen to me, you have every right to be angry, OK totsy. You lost your parents, and were trapped with Muggles who hurt you. That gives you every right to be upset, but you're here with me now,"

"Don't leave," came the small voice that sounded half his age. Snape, gently touched his cheek. He as gently as he could touched Harry's lower tummy.

"Listen to my voice, take some deep breaths with me, OK… In, out, in, out…" he flicked his wand at the faucet turning on the bath. Like with Oliver he focused on Snape's gentle voice, and tried to ignore his body feeling so strange, and empty.

"I've got you, love. You're safe no one will hurt you Harry, I promise. Good boy. I'm holding you OK." The same loving warmth he felt with Oliver came rushing back to him as his body did what it was supposed to. He was almost in a trance as Snape scooped him up and putting him in the bath. Harry let himself fall into a deep sleep.

Severus carried him into the bedroom dressing him in clean pj's. Harry woke up slightly and murmured something only he thought he was able to hear.

"What did you say, Harry…" Snape whispered, pulling on his sleeping trousers. Adrenaline surged through him and he laid there in shock that Snape heard him. Severus picked him up, placing him firmly on his lap. Harry couldn't even catch a breath, what the HELL was he thinking!

"I… I…" he was hot with panic by now. The old potions master put a hand on his forehead softly.

"Its alright, you can say it. Don't be afraid, sweetheart. Shhhh, shhhhsshhhh, I've got you, don't be frightened," the dam of tears broke like a flood. Harry didn't know if he was happy or scared so he just did as his teacher told him to do.

"Papa…" he whispered through tears streaming down his face. Snape just held on tighter, rocking his baby, and Lily and James's little one in his arms.

"Its OK, shhhh, my little one its OK… I am your Papa, OK. Harry, I'm the closest thing you have to it… Shhhh, I'm here, OK love I'm right here, shhhhh," Snape held him tightly to his chest. Harry could do nothing but hold on tight, not bothering to hide the tears anymore.

"Shhhh, there we go…" Snape laid them both down, he rummaged for a small goblet for Harry's potion.

"I don't like that one," he whined.

"I know baby, but your lower tummy needs it to heal. Your muscles down there control digestion, and you're wetting the bed because your tummy isn't telling you when you need to go… That's why you cry and get upset, because the feeling just hits your lower tummy out of nowhere." Snape gently stroked his face as he spoke, explaining to the ill child what had happened to his body.

"Is… Is that why Oli turns on the tap?"

"Yes, love that's why.." Harry wished Oliver was there to reassure him. He did as Papa said and took his night potion.

SNEAK PEEK

** IF U HAVE READ BOOK 3 YOU WILL KNOW WHEN THIS WOULD HAVE TAKEN PLACE

The Captain lost it and, he didn't give a fuck if he was expelled for this! He walked up to Flint and punched him square in the mouth. He stormed off in anger and hate while Snape ran after him and Albus stood there in shock.

"oliver.." Wood didn't care, he didn't even notice he was outside by now, about to go in to the Dark Forest.

"Oli please," Snape caught up to him, and slung an arm around his middle. The Captain couldn't even fight anymore, he broke out into tears.

"He's.. He's a sick little boy, how could they bloody do that to him DURING A GAME!"

"They will have consequences I assure you…" Wood wasn't listening, he was too busy sobbing. Snape just rocked him, holding him close.

"There, there, love… I've got you, let it out, sweetheart… It's all OK, let it all out…" Snape had never realized how they past year had taken a toll on the older boy, caring for a player so ill. He should have known doing fake dementors would have an effect. It wasn't how Harry handled it that startled him; it was Wood's reaction.