The Hospital Wing Again
"Remy, what did you do to make him so angry," Sirius asked leaning on his mate.
"Tried to tell him to stop tearing up Draco's pictures. He definitely has a problem with people telling him what to do," Remus replied. Snape picked Harry up and offered to carry him to Sirius and Remus' room. They got there without anyone seeing but a problem occurred when Snape tried to lay Harry down.
"What's wrong now?" Sirius sighed.
"He won't let me put him down," Snape replied. He tried again but Harry tightened the hold on him.
"Don't…leave…me…alone," Harry mumbled against Snape's chest. The man looked terrified. Harry need to go to sleep but he wanted Snape to stay with him.
"He wants someone to stay with him," Snape whispered.
"I will then," Remus offered. Sirius glared at him. "You're in no condition to stay with him," he said to Sirius. Remus put Sirius in his (Remus') room and then went to stay with Harry. Another problem approach though. Remus went to take Harry but Harry wouldn't go to him. He kicked at him and bit his hand when he reached for him. "Harry," Remus whined shaking his hand. "I'm just trying to help,"
"I think he wants me to stay with him," Snape remarked.
"You," Remus asked. Harry snuggled to the man and nodded. "Fine, fine," Remus pulled back the sheet and Snape climbed in and Harry snuggled to him.
"You smell like Draco," Harry muttered.
"That's cause Draco gave me this shirt. Now sleep, Harry," Snape actually held the boy trying to rock him to sleep. Having never had any kids other than Draco, he didn't know if he was doing anything right but when Harry fell asleep he guess he was.
The night when by slowly. Snape had tried to leave Harry alone but Harry had both attacked him and kept him there or whined making Snape not want to leave him alone. It was about two in the morning when the worst problem of all occurred.
Snape was having a very nice dream. Yes, even mean old greasy, to everyone but Harry and Draco, potion masters have dreams. This one he was taking care of Harry and Draco's kids. They all called him uncle Sev. He for once actually felt needed. It was then though he felt all wet and sticky. Opening his eyes slowly he noticed something wasn't right. He reached out but Harry was still there. When he looked at the boy he literally screamed. Harry was covered in blood and was currently trying to choke himself. The blue sheets on the bed were nearly read now and there was a dagger sticky out of Harry's side.
"That's Draco's," Snape gasped. He grabbed it pulling it out of the boy, and Harry screamed in pain as more blood spilled out on them both. The lights snapped on and Sirius and Remus were standing over them.
"WHAT DID YOU DO," Sirius screamed. Harry wasn't strangling himself anymore. He was unconscious and loosing blood fast. Ignoring the man, Snape wrapped the blanket around him and picked him up. "What are you doing with my godson,"
"Taking him to the infirmary," Snape replied as if it was a stupid question and it was.
"I'll take him,"
"You can barely stand," Remus inputted. "I'll do…" Snape was already out the door though.
Snape hurried as fast as he could down the hall. Harry kept drifting in and out of consciousness. Snape wanted to smack himself for even having the razor on his person. Blaise had given it to him and the only way he could think of keeping it from Draco was to have it at all times. How was he to know that Harry would go as far as to kill himself?
"I'll never forgive myself if you die," he mumbled when he reached the hospital wing. He laid Harry down and screamed for Madam Pomfrey.
"Severus it's the…oh my, what happened," She rushed over to Harry, and undid the sheets. "He's lost so much blood, I asked what happened,"
"He stabbed himself and then tried to chock himself," Snape explained. The healer noticed the man was shaking violently and stopped her examination. She quickly led him back to a bed and told him to rest and then went back to tend to Harry. Snape couldn't sleep though. He just kept watching Madam Pomfrey try and save Harry.
Just seeing Harry in that state made Snape noticed how much he actually cared for the boy. He didn't think of him as the Boy-Who-Lived…much. Most of the time he was just Harry; fun loving, always laughing, obsessive Harry. Snape wouldn't change him for the world.
He remembered when he used to hate the boy. He hated him because he thought he would be like his father and Sirius. They had both been so arrogant and stuck up. They acted as if just because the whole school loved them they could do whatever they wanted and pick on whom ever they thought were pickable. Harry was in a way like his father. The school loved him.
'Who wouldn't though? He is just incredibly likeable,' Snape mused. Sure he could be seen on many occasions fighting with Draco but that was now very understandable. After Sirius had mad a miraculous come back from behind the veil and after his name was finally cleared, the man had apologized for every mean thing him and James had ever done to Snape. Harry had been quite happy about it too.
So had started Snape giving Harry his potions. Sirius was the one who asked him to do it. It was meant to keep away his Voldermort dreams because the potion was extremely strong, it was almost classified as dark magic but it worked, which meant Snape didn't need to teach the boy anymore. He did though talk to him once a week and found out a lot of interesting things about the boy.
One being he hated being Harry Potter. Who would have thought the most famous person next to Dumbledore would hate to be him self. He didn't want the pressure. He didn't want the many people looking up to him. He defiantly didn't want to have to kill Voldermort one day. Who would want that any ways?
Snape noticed that Madam Pomfrey was done with Harry and was standing over him with her arms crossed.
"I thought I told you to go to sleep, Severus," she glared down at him. She refused to have even a teacher disobey her.
"I was worried. Is he okay?" Snape asked.
"He's fine. Not in the best state but stable at the moment. He doesn't seem to want to wake up," she explained.
"So, he's what in a coma or something?" Snape asked.
"Or something," she replied. She handed Snape something. "Drink it,"
"What is it," he asked shaking it.
"You should recognize your own potion. It's a dreamless sleep potion. I can see your not going to sleep on your own will so drink it, now," Snape gulped it down and in seconds was asleep.
The next day, everyone knew seeing that nothing can be kept a secret for long in Hogwarts that Harry Potter was once again in the hospital wing. As to why he was there, rumors where of course flying around.
"I heard he tried to jump out one of the windows in the tower,"
"I heard he slept walked into the womping willow,"
"Well, I overheard Professor Lupin say he slept with Snape and Snape tried to kill him,"
"Really, why would he do that,"
"Because he hates him, why else.
Hermione and Blaise were walking down the halls that morning and that's all that could be heard and it was getting mighty tiresome. It wasn't till they reached the dungeons for potions that everyone quit their gossip. When they entered the room, the first thing they notice was Draco sitting in his regular seat with his head down. They sat behind him and Blaise tried to get his attention but gave up figuring he was asleep. The second strange thing was that it was pass time for class to start and Snape wasn't in the room. It was about ten minutes later when he entered.
He just stood there and stared at them all. Draco was up and was looking at his godfather with concerned. He was doing something Severus Snape thought was a bad habit. He was biting his nails.
"You all can just talk if you want," he told them and went back into his room. In a quick motion Hermione, Blaise and Draco were up and following him into the room. They found Snape pacing back and forth and biting his nails.
"Uncle Sev," Draco said concerned. "What's wrong,"
"Draco," he whispered. He stopped and stared at his godson. Draco walked to him and took his hand and pulled in from his mouth.
"You're going to bite all your fingers all off," Draco told him. He was surprise then when his godfather grabbed him into a hug. "What's wrong Uncle," Snape let go and walked away and sat on his bed.
"Professor what's up, what happen. I know it has to do with Harry," Hermione was of course always right. "Why is he in the hospital," Snape didn't answer at first but then went about telling them. He described how Harry had turned into a Panther and how he had to carry him back to his godfather's room. He told them how he wouldn't stay by himself but wanted Snape to sleep with him.
"Why you and not his godfather," Draco asked. Snape picked up the shirt on the floor and threw it a Draco. Draco looked confused. "I don't get it,"
"Smell the shirt Draco," Snape told him. Draco smelled it.
"Smell's like me,"
"Exactly," Snape replied. Draco looked confused still but then it dawned on him.
"Its cause…" Draco gaped at his uncle, who suddenly changed the subject.
"Did you know that Blaise gave me your razor," Snape whispered.
"What does that have to do with anything," Draco whispered back.
"When I was sleeping Harry took it and stabbed himself with it and then tried to choke himself," Snape explained. Hermione gasped, Blaise mouth dropped open and Draco hit the floor with a loud thud. He sat there stuttering.
"I…I…I,"
"Oh my gosh you have to be kidding," Hermione exclaimed. Snape was curled in a ball now and rocking himself back and forth. He shook his head. Blaise walked to him and tried to calm him down.
"Did you know he could die. Poppy said he doesn't want to come back. He wants to die," Snape was becoming frantic now and started screaming. "IT ALL YOUR FAULT, DRACO. IF YOU WEREN'T SUCH A BRAT. YOU HAD TO JUMP TO CONCLUSIONS. YOU'RE GOING TO LET THE ONLY PERSON IN THE WORLD WHO LOVES YOU MORE THAN LIFE IT'S SELF, DIE…JUST CAUSE YOU WOULDN'T LET HIM EXPLAIN," Hermione agreed with him too but she didn't scream and wasn't trying to attack Draco.
"I'm not going to lie to you, Draco, if Harry doesn't pull out of this I can't be responsible for what I do to you," Draco just got up and ran out of the room. Everyone in the other room was already astonished that Snape had let them talk and now seeing Draco Malfoy run out of the room was the shock of the world. Draco didn't know where he was running; he just had to get away.
"It's all my fault," he was muttering. It was only then he realized that he was standing in front of the Hospital Wing door. He pushed it open and found Madam Pomfrey no where in site. What he did see was Harry lying on the closest bed to Madam Pomfrey's office. He nearly cried when he saw his ex-boyfriend. He was deathly pale and was just barely breathing. His hand was resting over his heart as if he was trying to take it out. Draco just stood there and stared till he had to leave. He ran to his room and broke down crying, never going back to the rest of his classes that day.
A/N: I'm so fed up with computers. I was trying to make a myspace but the stupid thing WONT WORK. I know I said I'd give you two chapters yesterday and I didn't so I feel bad. So here I am...giving you THREE. Count one, two, three.