Chapter 12

"Very well, I will talk to Professor Snape and find out what he intends to do now that we have found a solution to his problem. Thank both of you for coming to see me." Dumbledore said as he walked Harry and Hermione to the door.

"We just don't want to see anything happen to him, sir." Hermione said as she stepped out into the hallway.

"I'll be along in a minute I want to talk to Professor Dumbledore alone. If that's alright with you, of course, sir?" Harry asked.

"Of course, Harry." The old man replied as he walked back towards his desk.

The door closed behind the girl as she took off towards the dorm room.

The boy sighed as he turned to the headmaster. "I want permission to move down into the dungeon with Snape. He will more than likely object but I don't care."

"Professor Snape, Harry. And I can not allow that to happen unless there is good reason for it." Dumbledore asked as he offered the boy a piece of random candy.

"But there is a good reason for it, sir. Hermione and I realized that when I'm around he gets better. He um…well he loves me." He felt a bit odd telling the man's employer about something so private but felt it would aid in Snapes getting better.

"That's why he did all this then? He wouldn't tell me anymore than he would need to be replaced. I was worried at first but figured someone would be here to change his mind." One of those all knowing smiles graced the old mans face as he placed a toffee in his mouth.

"Yes, sir he was willing to die for me and I think it only fair that I help him get better. So, is it alright?" he asked with a hopeful tone in his voice.

"If you can get Severus to agree with such an arrangement then I will not object." Before he could even get the final words out Harry was running out the door shouting a thank you over he shoulder as he vanished from sight.

Harry forgot to knock when he came to his potions masters room. He had figured the door to be locked tho but he easily pushed it open then glance around. He didn't see Snape anywhere which, for some reason, bothered him a bit. Slowly he took another step into the room and nearly jumped through the ceiling when he felt someone grab his shoulders from behind. "Gah! Don't do that to me!" He said as he turned around to face the man behind him.

"You're so adorable when you're on edge, Potter." Snape said mockingly as he walked past the Gryffindor and sat down.

"I've got news…..I'm not sure if it's good or bad so for now it's just news." He said as he followed the other sitting down as well.

"Wonderful, just what I wanted today." The Slytherin confessed as he pulled a small vial from his inner pocket then took a drink from it.

"I'm going to share your room with you from now on until you get better. And what's that you're drinking?" Harry inquired as he moved a bit closer.

"Do you remember the first class of the year, Potter?" The Gryffindor shook his head. "Of course not. Well, do you remember running out of my classroom and having to come back and serve detention?" Harry nodded and blushed at that question, how could he forget? "This is the potion you made in detention. I saved it for when it would be most needed. It helps with a great deal of my pain."

For a moment the boy was slightly confused. "Aren't there stronger potions that would work better than that. I mean, I don't even think I made it right."

"There are stronger potions, yes, but none would work better than this one. You did mess up slightly, but it's the fact that you made it that helps me. See, whenever you created something, whether it be a work of art or a potion, you put a part of yourself into it." Snape answered as he took another small drink from the bottle.

"What if I offered you something better than a potion, would you accept it?" He asked tilting his head to the side slightly.

"What, pray tell, do you think you could give me that is better than…." Before he could finish he felt Harry's lips against his own. At first he almost pulled back but realized it did actually make him feel better so didn't.

After a moment the Gryffindor finally leaned back with a smile on his face knowing he had been right. "Told you. Now about me moving down here with you. I already talked to Professor Dumbledore and he said it's fine as long as you agree. Please.?" Harry pouted playfully.

"Merlin, Potter, you just don't give up do you? Fine, you can stay down here if you think it will help, but don't touch anything of mine." Snape finally caved.

"Ok, I'll go let Dumbledore know so we can get my stuff brought down here tonight." The Gryffindor almost sand as he jumped up and ran back up to the headmaster's office.

It was all agreed upon and Harry was moved down into the dungeon within a few hours. There was still one thing that troubled him now, how would he tell Ron about all of this. His friend hadn't been involved with any of this other than helping narrow down the search.

I'll have to tell him soon Harry thought to himself as he lay in the chair which had been turned into a bed for him. He's more than likely going to hate me for all of this, or just not understand it. He rolled over and forced himself to get some sleep, but only after checking on the man he had brought himself down here to look out for.