L'Enfant Préoccupé Chapter Twelve - Interruptions By RoseRed
*Thanks for all of the reviews so far, and I hope you will all keep reading. I'm hoping to put in some slash pretty soon, one or two chapters in the future. Well, enjoy!*
Severus had tried to teach class, but knew it was pointless. Not only could he not focus on what was happening, but none of the students could either. They had all found out about their Golden Boy and were outraged when told that only teachers would be allowed to see him.
Severus dismissed his class early and made his way down to the hospital ward. It had always made his eyes hurt, the contrast of the two places. His dungeons, dark, damp and cool. The hospital ward, bright, dry and sterile. When he arrived, he saw that Albus had gone. Taking the old man's chair, Severus sat by Harry's bedside and watched him shiver and moan. Even in his sleep, he couldn't escape the pain.
For the next three days Severus cancelled his classes and simply sat and watched Harry. If any of the other teachers wondered, they said nothing. They didn't dare. Severus suspected that Albus knew of his growing feelings for Harry, but he didn't say anything. He would just occasionally stop by with a light meal for Severus, ask how Harry was doing, squeeze Severus' shoulder and leave. When his eyes grew to heavy to hold open any longer, he would slouch down in his chair and attempt something like sleep. Sometimes it worked, but mostly it didn't. He found himself waking up and every shudder and whimper from Harry. When he knew sleep was useless, he found his thoughts drifting to Harry.
On the fourth day, Harry awoke. To soar to move, his eyes drifted around his surroundings. He knew he where he was, and he remembered why he was there, but how had he gotten there? Surely he hadn't gotten himself out of the Voldemort's grasp. While he was musing, his eyes glanced over towards the lone chair by his bed. Sitting there sleeping was Severus. Harry knew instantly what had happened. Severus had given up everything to save him. He could no longer be a spy for either side. He would be hunted by the Death Eaters. He would be a danger to the school.
"Professor." Harry managed to make his hoarse voice say. Severus was instantly awake. Neither man knew what to say, so Harry started, "I know what you did for me, and thank you." Harry could say no more, his voice just wouldn't work.
"Ha.Harry," Severus said tentatively, "I." Albus chose that moment to walk in.
"Ahh! Young Harry has finally decided to grace us with his sparkling personality!" He said with the usual twinkle in his eye. All Harry could do was smile.
"Albus, I have work to do." Severus said as he exited swiftly. Harry knew that Severus had been going to say something, and silently cursed the old man who was gazing at him cheerfully.
"Harry, I know you must have much to ask. That will all come in do time. Now, I know you need your rest, so I shall say only this. Be careful with Severus, he is a man who has been many times hurt, and not just physically." Albus stopped, almost as if he was going for dramatic effect, "Yes, be careful. Now, I want you to take it easy and rest assured we shall talk more when you are feeling better." Albus smiled in a fatherly way, and made his exit, leaving Harry to gawk in amazement at the wise, old headmaster.
Harry tried to sleep but found his thoughts drifting. Did Severus feel the same way he did? How did he feel about Severus? How could Albus possibly have known? Did he have feelings for Severus? If he did, how would anything possibly work out? Harry's musings were interrupted by the arrival of Ron and Hermione.
"Oh, Harry! We were so worried about you!" Hermione shouted as she squeezed Harry's hand.
"Yeah, Mate, they wouldn't even let us come visit you." Ron chimed in.
"Headmaster Dumbledore just spotted us in the hall and told us you were awake, we rushed right down."
Harry held up a hand to stop his friends. Slowly and carefully he managed to croak out his greetings.
"What happened, Harry? Was it You-Know-Who?"
"Ron, Harry obviously doesn't want to talk about it know. He can hardly talk!"
"Sorry, 'Mione. Err, sorry, Harry."
"It's alright." Harry said quietly, "Just tell me about what's been happening. I'll just listen."
"You've missed lots, Harry. When Dumbldore first told us you were sick and that we wouldn't be allowed to see you, some of the students were going to start a protest!"
"Yeah, people have sent us loads of stuff to give you. Oh! I forgot it. Do you mind if we bring it up to you later?" Harry shook his head 'no.' He loved listening to Ron and Hermione. It made him feel normal, and allowed him to forget Severus for a moment.
"Anyways," started Ron, "Snape's been acting more nutters then usual this week. He even messed up a potion, and cancelled classes! The greasy git finally did something worth-while." Ron stopped when he saw the look Harry had let slip.
"Harry, are you alright? Are you in pain? Should I get Madame Pomphrey?" Harry felt relived when he realized that neither of them knew the look was from the mention of Severus.
"No, I'm fine. Keep going." He smiled weakly.
"Alright, everyone, clear out. It's time for this patient to rest!" Madame Pomphrey cut in.
Harry, Ron and Hermione exchanged hugs and goodbyes while the nurse bustled around, fetching potions.
When the effects of Harry's sleeping drug were just beginning to take effect, he swore he saw the swirl of black robes out of the corner of his eye.
*Thanks for all of the reviews so far, and I hope you will all keep reading. I'm hoping to put in some slash pretty soon, one or two chapters in the future. Well, enjoy!*
Severus had tried to teach class, but knew it was pointless. Not only could he not focus on what was happening, but none of the students could either. They had all found out about their Golden Boy and were outraged when told that only teachers would be allowed to see him.
Severus dismissed his class early and made his way down to the hospital ward. It had always made his eyes hurt, the contrast of the two places. His dungeons, dark, damp and cool. The hospital ward, bright, dry and sterile. When he arrived, he saw that Albus had gone. Taking the old man's chair, Severus sat by Harry's bedside and watched him shiver and moan. Even in his sleep, he couldn't escape the pain.
For the next three days Severus cancelled his classes and simply sat and watched Harry. If any of the other teachers wondered, they said nothing. They didn't dare. Severus suspected that Albus knew of his growing feelings for Harry, but he didn't say anything. He would just occasionally stop by with a light meal for Severus, ask how Harry was doing, squeeze Severus' shoulder and leave. When his eyes grew to heavy to hold open any longer, he would slouch down in his chair and attempt something like sleep. Sometimes it worked, but mostly it didn't. He found himself waking up and every shudder and whimper from Harry. When he knew sleep was useless, he found his thoughts drifting to Harry.
On the fourth day, Harry awoke. To soar to move, his eyes drifted around his surroundings. He knew he where he was, and he remembered why he was there, but how had he gotten there? Surely he hadn't gotten himself out of the Voldemort's grasp. While he was musing, his eyes glanced over towards the lone chair by his bed. Sitting there sleeping was Severus. Harry knew instantly what had happened. Severus had given up everything to save him. He could no longer be a spy for either side. He would be hunted by the Death Eaters. He would be a danger to the school.
"Professor." Harry managed to make his hoarse voice say. Severus was instantly awake. Neither man knew what to say, so Harry started, "I know what you did for me, and thank you." Harry could say no more, his voice just wouldn't work.
"Ha.Harry," Severus said tentatively, "I." Albus chose that moment to walk in.
"Ahh! Young Harry has finally decided to grace us with his sparkling personality!" He said with the usual twinkle in his eye. All Harry could do was smile.
"Albus, I have work to do." Severus said as he exited swiftly. Harry knew that Severus had been going to say something, and silently cursed the old man who was gazing at him cheerfully.
"Harry, I know you must have much to ask. That will all come in do time. Now, I know you need your rest, so I shall say only this. Be careful with Severus, he is a man who has been many times hurt, and not just physically." Albus stopped, almost as if he was going for dramatic effect, "Yes, be careful. Now, I want you to take it easy and rest assured we shall talk more when you are feeling better." Albus smiled in a fatherly way, and made his exit, leaving Harry to gawk in amazement at the wise, old headmaster.
Harry tried to sleep but found his thoughts drifting. Did Severus feel the same way he did? How did he feel about Severus? How could Albus possibly have known? Did he have feelings for Severus? If he did, how would anything possibly work out? Harry's musings were interrupted by the arrival of Ron and Hermione.
"Oh, Harry! We were so worried about you!" Hermione shouted as she squeezed Harry's hand.
"Yeah, Mate, they wouldn't even let us come visit you." Ron chimed in.
"Headmaster Dumbledore just spotted us in the hall and told us you were awake, we rushed right down."
Harry held up a hand to stop his friends. Slowly and carefully he managed to croak out his greetings.
"What happened, Harry? Was it You-Know-Who?"
"Ron, Harry obviously doesn't want to talk about it know. He can hardly talk!"
"Sorry, 'Mione. Err, sorry, Harry."
"It's alright." Harry said quietly, "Just tell me about what's been happening. I'll just listen."
"You've missed lots, Harry. When Dumbldore first told us you were sick and that we wouldn't be allowed to see you, some of the students were going to start a protest!"
"Yeah, people have sent us loads of stuff to give you. Oh! I forgot it. Do you mind if we bring it up to you later?" Harry shook his head 'no.' He loved listening to Ron and Hermione. It made him feel normal, and allowed him to forget Severus for a moment.
"Anyways," started Ron, "Snape's been acting more nutters then usual this week. He even messed up a potion, and cancelled classes! The greasy git finally did something worth-while." Ron stopped when he saw the look Harry had let slip.
"Harry, are you alright? Are you in pain? Should I get Madame Pomphrey?" Harry felt relived when he realized that neither of them knew the look was from the mention of Severus.
"No, I'm fine. Keep going." He smiled weakly.
"Alright, everyone, clear out. It's time for this patient to rest!" Madame Pomphrey cut in.
Harry, Ron and Hermione exchanged hugs and goodbyes while the nurse bustled around, fetching potions.
When the effects of Harry's sleeping drug were just beginning to take effect, he swore he saw the swirl of black robes out of the corner of his eye.