A/N: I'll answer ?s next chapter. I'm very stressed out. I live in NE, and as all should know, they fired our football teams Head Coach (Solich) and named Bo Pelini as interim Head Coach ...but they are neglecting to name a head coach and Pederson's being a monkey butt! he knows he offered Nutt the job! MONKEY BUTTS! Sometimes...I wish Pederson would just go sit in his room and learn how to become a strange person...no wait, I mean NORMAL person. Okie Dokie...I'm done complaining now!
Chocolate frogs to all who reviewed!
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Chapter Three: "The Babysitter!"
Severus Snape watched the three year old as he slept, constantly tossing and turning. He'd never seen a child look so scared in his sleep, but knew that he shouldn't wake him. The boy needed rest after all. But once Harry started screaming and whimpering, he knew something was wrong, and gently shook him awake, "Potter. Potter! Wake up, Potter. It was a dream. Please just wake up."
Snape knew he was never good at coddling. He was one of the most bitter people at Hogwarts. His time with the Dark Lord had done it, for when he was a follower, a Death Eater, he had tortured more people than he ever cared to remember. It had taught him to never let his emotions get in the way of anything. The one time when they did, Albus Dumbledore had to come to his rescue. Now, he helped those fighting against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, Lord Voldemort, with their tasks by spying. Unfortunately, the man never really learned to care about anyone. Especially the son of the enemy from his youth.
Eventually, Harry shot up in bed, breathing hard. Snape wasn't sure what to do, "It was a nightmare, Potter. Nothing more. Calm yourself, you'll make yourself sick again."
Harry didn't want to cry in front the man who constantly called him Potter. It wouldn't be a good thing, but he'd seen someone kill someone, someone with beady red eyes. There was a bright green light, then the man who tried to kill others became small, then Harry had felt someone shaking him and his green eyes had opened to see 'Sevrus' leaning over him, trying to get him to wake up.
Tears fell down the young boy's small face. Severus sighed, unsure of how to respond, "Potter, everything is fine now. I promise you that nothing else will happen."
"I want Aunt Minnie," He stated through his sobs.
"She's not here right now," Snape said over purring. Harry looked down at Riannon and motioned for her to come near.
The cat gently settled down next to him and he began gently petting her. He didn't want to talk, "I want Aunt Minnie." He stated again. Knowing he wouldn't say one other word.
Snape didn't know for sure what to do. He worked only with moody teenagers, never young, frightened children. Harry was not something he was used to, "How about you take some of the potion that you wouldn't take earlier so you can sleep without dreams?"
Harry shook his head, stuck his tongue out at the man, then focussed his attention back on the cat. He knew that Aunt Minnie would be upset with him later, but he had no choice. The older man, now stunned at the boy's behavior, was just sitting and staring.
Eventually, Snape found a way out of his trance, "Potter, I never want you to stick your tongue out at me again. That is very disrespectful!"
Harry giggled, "I don't care. I want Aunt Minnie."
Snape sighed and stormed out of the room. He walked over to a fireplace in the living room, stepped into it and threw it down, "Dumbledore's Office."
He appeared in the fireplace of a large office that he had been in earlier that morning, "Headmaster, I insist that you go and take care of Harry Potter. He is not someone I would like to deal with at this point and time."
Albus Dumbledore looked at the man who was several years younger than him. Snape had black hair and dark eyes, "Who is with the boy now?"
"No...No one."
Albus shook his head, stepped over to his fireplace, and flooed to Minerva and Harry's living room. He was followed by Severus in a matter of seconds, "First things first, never leave a boy Harry's age alone."
Albus motioned for the man to follow him into Harry's room, and reluctantly, Snape did. Albus noticed Harry petting his cat quite calmly, so he took a seat in the chair Snape previously occupied, "Hello Harry. Are you feeling better?"
Harry sniffed again and quickly wiped tears from his face, "A little. I'm thirsty though."
Albus nodded, "It's been about three hours since you last got sick, I do believe we can try a little bit of something." The man looked at Severus, "Would you get some Gatorade out of the Refrigerator? I do believe he could try about a half glass of that, but only if he drinks it slowly."
Harry nodded in understanding. Severus turned and left the room, muttering something about spoiled brat under is breath. Albus let a small smile creep onto his face as Severus left, "Don't worry Harry, He'll warm up to you. Give him time. Now, after we drink some Gatorade slowly, and I'll sit and talk with you, maybe we could sleep some more?"
Harry shook his head, sleep was the last thing he wanted, "I...I'm not tired."
Knowing what Minerva had told him about the boy's constant nightmares, he could understand the fear, "Harry, you look awfully sleepy. We can give you a potion that will allow you to sleep without dreaming at all. Would you like that, Harry?"
Harry appeared to be thinking about it, "No. I don't want any of that." It had taken him a long time to answer, so Albus knew the boy wanted sleep.
How to get him to take the potion? Albus knew he had to slip it into the drink, "I'll be right back, Harry. I want to go make sure that Severus isnt' having any trouble. We'll get you some Gatorade in a moment. I promise."
Harry nodded and continued petting the grey cat with four white paws, some white on her face, and white at the tip of her tail, and all over her tummy.
Albus almost ran into Severus as he left the room, "We need to put some dreamless sleep potion in that drink."
Severus couldn't understand why the man wanted to give Harry the potion, "Why? The boy doesn't want it. I know that!"
Albus shook his head, "The only way he'll ever get better is if he sleeps. We need to get him to take the potion. I know Minerva would approve, and then we can form a blanket of ice that won't melt to put over him. He has got to sleep."
Severus shrugged, "Whatever you say, Headmaster." They moved quickly over to the kitchen counter and put just enough of the potion in to make Harry sleep without nightmares for about eight hours. During that time, they could work on bringing down his temperature. If they couldn't bring it down, then they would have to resort to more powerful actions. The potion hadn't yet worked.
As the two quickly made their way back to Harry's room, Riannon got on guard and hissed at Snape. Dumbledore was unsure of what that man had done to anger the cat. Dumbledore smiled, "Harry, here's some Gatorade. Drink that slowly now, if you go too fast, it could make you sick to your stomach again. And we do not want that."
Harry nodded, "Thank you Uncle Albus...and...Thank you Sevrus."
"It's Sev-er-us, Potter."
Albus glared at the man and turned back to Harry. He held the cup for the boy, even though he was certain he wouldn't spill. Give it just a little while and Harry will have had enough Gatorade to go to sleep for at least six hours. Then the two could lower the boy's fever.
As Albus finally pulled the cup away, which had only been filled half way to start, there was about one fourth of it left. Harry looked tired, "I think I'm going to sleep for a little while."
Within a matter of seconds, the three year old was asleep, peacefully. Severus pulled out his wand and waved it around the boy, "Confuto Aestus Estus." After a short period of time, Severus' wand was red to a point and had a number where the color stopped, "It's high, Headmaster. It needs to be brought down, immediately."
Albus nodded, placing a blanket of ice that he'd conjured over the boy gently. He then looked doubtful, "I don't know how to bring down this temperature. I'm assuming we just have to wait this out now."
Severus sighed, all he knew was Minerva would kill him if she came back and Harry wasn't any better, "Don't you know any ancient magic or something?"
Albus thought back, Harry was lying asleep and so peaceful looking. He noted that Riannon was curled up on the pillow that was the only place on the bed that wasn't cold now that the boy had ice covering him. Albus shook his head, "Maybe Poppy can help us. Why don't you go get her Severus. I'll wait with the boy."
Severus nodded and quickly left the room. Albus glanced down at Harry again, "I'm sure it's just the stomach flu, but maybe we should keep a closer eye on you..."
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Coming Up: Babysitting part 2. Harry's temperature keeps going up, and if they can't bring it down soon, Madam Pomfrey informs them all something bad could happen. This isn't just any normal flu, someone caused this, but who?
A/N: Just so everyone knows...all the spells are basically what I want them to do then transfer the words to latin. So Check in Latin, is Confuto and (b/c my dictionary didn't have fever or temperature...)heat is Aestus Estus. Get it? Use the idea for other stories if ya want....Please Review! (you still don't have to, but I know you REALLY want to!)
Chocolate frogs to all who reviewed!
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Chapter Three: "The Babysitter!"
Severus Snape watched the three year old as he slept, constantly tossing and turning. He'd never seen a child look so scared in his sleep, but knew that he shouldn't wake him. The boy needed rest after all. But once Harry started screaming and whimpering, he knew something was wrong, and gently shook him awake, "Potter. Potter! Wake up, Potter. It was a dream. Please just wake up."
Snape knew he was never good at coddling. He was one of the most bitter people at Hogwarts. His time with the Dark Lord had done it, for when he was a follower, a Death Eater, he had tortured more people than he ever cared to remember. It had taught him to never let his emotions get in the way of anything. The one time when they did, Albus Dumbledore had to come to his rescue. Now, he helped those fighting against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, Lord Voldemort, with their tasks by spying. Unfortunately, the man never really learned to care about anyone. Especially the son of the enemy from his youth.
Eventually, Harry shot up in bed, breathing hard. Snape wasn't sure what to do, "It was a nightmare, Potter. Nothing more. Calm yourself, you'll make yourself sick again."
Harry didn't want to cry in front the man who constantly called him Potter. It wouldn't be a good thing, but he'd seen someone kill someone, someone with beady red eyes. There was a bright green light, then the man who tried to kill others became small, then Harry had felt someone shaking him and his green eyes had opened to see 'Sevrus' leaning over him, trying to get him to wake up.
Tears fell down the young boy's small face. Severus sighed, unsure of how to respond, "Potter, everything is fine now. I promise you that nothing else will happen."
"I want Aunt Minnie," He stated through his sobs.
"She's not here right now," Snape said over purring. Harry looked down at Riannon and motioned for her to come near.
The cat gently settled down next to him and he began gently petting her. He didn't want to talk, "I want Aunt Minnie." He stated again. Knowing he wouldn't say one other word.
Snape didn't know for sure what to do. He worked only with moody teenagers, never young, frightened children. Harry was not something he was used to, "How about you take some of the potion that you wouldn't take earlier so you can sleep without dreams?"
Harry shook his head, stuck his tongue out at the man, then focussed his attention back on the cat. He knew that Aunt Minnie would be upset with him later, but he had no choice. The older man, now stunned at the boy's behavior, was just sitting and staring.
Eventually, Snape found a way out of his trance, "Potter, I never want you to stick your tongue out at me again. That is very disrespectful!"
Harry giggled, "I don't care. I want Aunt Minnie."
Snape sighed and stormed out of the room. He walked over to a fireplace in the living room, stepped into it and threw it down, "Dumbledore's Office."
He appeared in the fireplace of a large office that he had been in earlier that morning, "Headmaster, I insist that you go and take care of Harry Potter. He is not someone I would like to deal with at this point and time."
Albus Dumbledore looked at the man who was several years younger than him. Snape had black hair and dark eyes, "Who is with the boy now?"
"No...No one."
Albus shook his head, stepped over to his fireplace, and flooed to Minerva and Harry's living room. He was followed by Severus in a matter of seconds, "First things first, never leave a boy Harry's age alone."
Albus motioned for the man to follow him into Harry's room, and reluctantly, Snape did. Albus noticed Harry petting his cat quite calmly, so he took a seat in the chair Snape previously occupied, "Hello Harry. Are you feeling better?"
Harry sniffed again and quickly wiped tears from his face, "A little. I'm thirsty though."
Albus nodded, "It's been about three hours since you last got sick, I do believe we can try a little bit of something." The man looked at Severus, "Would you get some Gatorade out of the Refrigerator? I do believe he could try about a half glass of that, but only if he drinks it slowly."
Harry nodded in understanding. Severus turned and left the room, muttering something about spoiled brat under is breath. Albus let a small smile creep onto his face as Severus left, "Don't worry Harry, He'll warm up to you. Give him time. Now, after we drink some Gatorade slowly, and I'll sit and talk with you, maybe we could sleep some more?"
Harry shook his head, sleep was the last thing he wanted, "I...I'm not tired."
Knowing what Minerva had told him about the boy's constant nightmares, he could understand the fear, "Harry, you look awfully sleepy. We can give you a potion that will allow you to sleep without dreaming at all. Would you like that, Harry?"
Harry appeared to be thinking about it, "No. I don't want any of that." It had taken him a long time to answer, so Albus knew the boy wanted sleep.
How to get him to take the potion? Albus knew he had to slip it into the drink, "I'll be right back, Harry. I want to go make sure that Severus isnt' having any trouble. We'll get you some Gatorade in a moment. I promise."
Harry nodded and continued petting the grey cat with four white paws, some white on her face, and white at the tip of her tail, and all over her tummy.
Albus almost ran into Severus as he left the room, "We need to put some dreamless sleep potion in that drink."
Severus couldn't understand why the man wanted to give Harry the potion, "Why? The boy doesn't want it. I know that!"
Albus shook his head, "The only way he'll ever get better is if he sleeps. We need to get him to take the potion. I know Minerva would approve, and then we can form a blanket of ice that won't melt to put over him. He has got to sleep."
Severus shrugged, "Whatever you say, Headmaster." They moved quickly over to the kitchen counter and put just enough of the potion in to make Harry sleep without nightmares for about eight hours. During that time, they could work on bringing down his temperature. If they couldn't bring it down, then they would have to resort to more powerful actions. The potion hadn't yet worked.
As the two quickly made their way back to Harry's room, Riannon got on guard and hissed at Snape. Dumbledore was unsure of what that man had done to anger the cat. Dumbledore smiled, "Harry, here's some Gatorade. Drink that slowly now, if you go too fast, it could make you sick to your stomach again. And we do not want that."
Harry nodded, "Thank you Uncle Albus...and...Thank you Sevrus."
"It's Sev-er-us, Potter."
Albus glared at the man and turned back to Harry. He held the cup for the boy, even though he was certain he wouldn't spill. Give it just a little while and Harry will have had enough Gatorade to go to sleep for at least six hours. Then the two could lower the boy's fever.
As Albus finally pulled the cup away, which had only been filled half way to start, there was about one fourth of it left. Harry looked tired, "I think I'm going to sleep for a little while."
Within a matter of seconds, the three year old was asleep, peacefully. Severus pulled out his wand and waved it around the boy, "Confuto Aestus Estus." After a short period of time, Severus' wand was red to a point and had a number where the color stopped, "It's high, Headmaster. It needs to be brought down, immediately."
Albus nodded, placing a blanket of ice that he'd conjured over the boy gently. He then looked doubtful, "I don't know how to bring down this temperature. I'm assuming we just have to wait this out now."
Severus sighed, all he knew was Minerva would kill him if she came back and Harry wasn't any better, "Don't you know any ancient magic or something?"
Albus thought back, Harry was lying asleep and so peaceful looking. He noted that Riannon was curled up on the pillow that was the only place on the bed that wasn't cold now that the boy had ice covering him. Albus shook his head, "Maybe Poppy can help us. Why don't you go get her Severus. I'll wait with the boy."
Severus nodded and quickly left the room. Albus glanced down at Harry again, "I'm sure it's just the stomach flu, but maybe we should keep a closer eye on you..."
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Coming Up: Babysitting part 2. Harry's temperature keeps going up, and if they can't bring it down soon, Madam Pomfrey informs them all something bad could happen. This isn't just any normal flu, someone caused this, but who?
A/N: Just so everyone knows...all the spells are basically what I want them to do then transfer the words to latin. So Check in Latin, is Confuto and (b/c my dictionary didn't have fever or temperature...)heat is Aestus Estus. Get it? Use the idea for other stories if ya want....Please Review! (you still don't have to, but I know you REALLY want to!)