"So, Harry?" Hermione said sitting next to him on his bed in the hospital wing. It had taken him longer to get better then anyone had expected, Snape was still out in what Madame Pomfrey called nothing but a deep sleep. "You-" She was cut off by Ron who wasn't in the best of moods.

"You saved Snape!" Harry looked up at his friend, especially tall while he lay in bed. It was the third time he had said that and it was getting annoying.

" I don't know what your so upset about," Harry said looking weak, " It would he been murder if I hadn't followed his instructions. And honestly Ron, he saved my life first." Hermione shook her head and moved over to Snape's bed.
"He senses you," Harry said as Hermione checked the Professor's pulse, which was slow and steady, she turned to Harry and looked at him oddly.

"How do you know that?" Ron asked looking from Harry to Snape.

"There is something I haven't told you guys. And I think you should be sitting for this."

6 minutes later…

" You have a bloody connection with him!!!" Ron bellowed, making Hermione jump and Madame Pomfrey bang on her office window at his choice of words, he lowered his voice but looked livid. " What kind of connection?" Hermione looked uncomfortable but didn't comment.

" Well, he has already communicated with me using it and I can feel when he is uncomfortable, or upset, or in pain." Harry looked away from his friends as the memory of the pain came back; he knew it wasn't his pain but Snape's, he knew that Snape would be able to sense every time he thought about his parents, his friends, and even Cho Chang. He knew the next question and answered it before it was asked.
"It can't be stopped this connection, right now it's keeping us alive. I felt the pain he had to save me, it didn't effect me in the same way but it hurt in my heart. Sirius is mad, he feels he should have been the one to save me, he doesn't say it but he wont look me in the eye, he feels he failed me, because he was unable to save me from the pain. But the good thing is I can also understand a few things he is thinking, like I now know he had a crush on Professor McGonagall!" Ron sat down smiling, but didn't to find a word to say, Harry looked at Hermione to find her in silent tears. She flung her arms around her two friends and cried on their shoulders. Harry and Ron uncomfortably comforted her for a while, patting her on the back before Madame Pomfrey came in and shooed them off to give Harry and Snape their medication, which was twice as bad for Harry because he could feel Snape's dose's effect on him.

"I don't know what I'm going to do." Harry muttered to himself, once she was gone.

'I'm not that bad am I' Snape's voice came out of nowhere it seemed he as in his head. Understanding he smiled.

"So you can hear me, clever of you to sit there all day and do nothing." He could have sworn he heard Snape laughing.

'Sorry about this whole connection Potter, I don't know about you but I would have rather you not die. But I have something to say now that your friends are gone Potter, if you ever tell another soul about who USED to have a crush on, I swear I'll go around screaming 'Potter loves Chang' and believe me I will.' Harry laughed bitterly knowing he would never be free from the man next to him made him want to scream out loud.

'It wont be all that bad Potter, the father away was are from one another the more faint the connection is.' Harry's heart leapt.

"Really!" He said hopefully.

'I don't know for sure, but in most cases…' Harry listened as Snape's voice trailed off; it wasn't the least bit reassuring. And for some odd reason, he could tell Snape was trying to make him feel better. 'Now, I would love to be able to get up.'

"Have you known all this time a way to wake you up?" Harry was upset that he had made everyone worry so much.

'Yes I have, but I was really weak, and…well, this bed is comfortable.'

"What do I have to do?"

*After five tries at the long spell*

"Finally!" Harry said whipping his arm on his sweaty brow, watching Snape struggle into a sitting position. As tired as he looked, the first thing out of his mouth was about his stomach.

"Lets get something to eat, before Madame Pomfrey gets here with hospital food."