The hospital wing was frequently visited by the remaining Hogwarts students over the rest of the holiday, mainly grief stricken Gryffindors who'd seen their head of house keel over during Christmas breakfast in the Great Hall. Even Hannah Abbot - a Hufflepuff - visited the bed ridden professor. No Slytherins visited, the students hadn't been told about Professor Snape's injuries as it would reveal his position as a spy, even if they lied it might be too suspicious.

Harry had returned to Hogwarts with Jas on Christmas evening and had stayed with her by Snape's bedside until eventually, due to exhaustion, she had fallen into an uneasy sleep. Ever since then he'd been keeping an eye on her, making sure she ate and slept, which she was sure to have neglected otherwise and staying with Snape while she was away as she refused to leave him alone. Harry knew that she and Snape were close (his mind glossed over just how close), but how depressed and withdrawn she had become seemed a little excessive. There was something else she hadn't told them, he could feel it.

Dumbledore had given her her own rooms, so the other Slytherins wouldn't wonder where she was half the time. No-one had questioned her concern over her professor, he supposed Dumbledore was just waiting for a more appropriate time to bring that topic up.

Harry cut off his wayward thoughts and returned his gaze to the book he was reading. He looked up when he heard a stirring in the bed he was sitting by. Severus Snape blinked blearily at him.

"Potter?" he croaked incredulously. Harry frowned uneasily, it was disconcerting to see the usually intimidating man laying helplessly in the hospital wing. The scowl on his face at the moment was somewhat reassuring though.

"How are you feeling sir?" Harry asked, closing his book and sitting up in his chair.

"Like shit." Snape mumbled and ran a hand over his face. He started to try and sit up.

"I think you'd better stay still sir for now, you've been unconscious for over a week." Harry said standing up.

"A week?" Snape asked, the revelation momentarily halting his attempt to move.

"Yes sir, I think I should get Madame Pomfrey and Jas." He said. "I won't be long, don't move too much." He said.

"I'm not a child Potter." Snape grumbled, but he stayed laying down nonetheless.

When Harry returned with Jas, Madame Pomfrey (who he'd fetched first) was bustling around a once again unconscious Severus Snape. She looked up as they entered.

"I'm afraid he fell back to sleep." She said to Jas sympathetically. Jas looked slightly relieved however.

"That's okay." She said quietly and walked towards the bed and brushed a piece of wayward hair away from his face. "It's good though? He's okay?" she asked.

"From what Mr. Potter told me, he appeared lucid if a little disorientated, which is to be expected. But I'm afraid he's still weak and will need as much bed rest as possible. It'll be another week or two before he can be up and about, much longer until he returns to his full health." She told them.

"He's likely to wake up soon though?" she asked.

"Yes and more frequently and for longer." Pomfrey said.

"That's good." Jas said looking at the sleeping potions master. "I think I'll go and get some sleep." She said, surprising both Harry and Madame Pomfrey, she rarely slept voluntarily.

"Sounds like a plan." Harry said, yawning and looking outside at the dark night sky. "I'll walk you." he said and she he nodded in thanks. After bending down and laying a chaste kiss on Snape's forehead she followed Harry out of the hospital wing.

It was the night before most of the school returned for the new term, and Harry, Ron and Ginny were sitting in the common room playing exploding snap. They had come back a day early to keep Harry company apparently, Harry thought it was probably partly due to their curiosity and concern about what happened to Professors McGonagal and Snape, probably less concern where Snape was concerned.

Ginny cheered as she won another round and Ron complained loudly, Harry's mind was elsewhere. Jas hadn't been to see Snape once since he'd woken up and he would be lying if he didn't admit he was dying to know why.

Whatever it was shouldn't stop her going to see him though, she'd spent almost twenty-four hours a day at his bedside when he was unconscious, only leaving when she was dragged away by himself, Madame Pomfrey or Remus. Decisively, he stood up.

"You all right there mate?" Ron asked.

"Yeah, fine." Harry said as he walked over to the portrait hole.

"Going somewhere?" Ginny asked.

"Just for a walk. I'll be back later." He assured them, they didn't appear convinced at all. "My maps in my trunk, if I'm not back by midnight you have permission to send a search party."

"We might just do that." Ron said as Harry left.

Harry walked through the silent corridors at a slower pace than he usually would. Normally there would be people looking at him, whispering, but the emptiness of the castle meant he could relax more without having to suffer under the scrutinising gazes of his fellow students.

When he reached the section of wall which concealed the entrance to Jas' quarters he murmured the password and entered. The living room wasn't large, but just the right size. There was a navy three-seater coach and an armchair in front of the fireplace, and a desk and a bookcase in one corner of the room. On the right was the door to her bedroom and next to that was the door to the bathroom. The room was decorated in a variety of shades of blue and mahogany wood. Harry liked it, it wasn't a garish as the Gryffindor common room, nor as depressing as the Slytherin one.

The living room was empty so he walked to her bedroom door and knocked on it.

"Harry?" he heard her question from within. He opened the door, she was sitting on her bed with a book in her hand.

"Hey." He smiled.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" she asked.

"Just wondered if you wanted me to go with you to visit Snape?" he asked smoothly. She looked uncomfortable for a moment.

"He might, you know, be sleeping or something. Maybe tomorrow." She said.

"You've been saying maybe tomorrow for almost a week now!" he exclaimed, walking into the room. "What aren't you telling us?" He asked more gently, sitting down on the edge of the bed next to her.

"I-" her eyes glistened with tears. He reached across and help her hand. She took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes, "I honestly don't think he'll want to see me Harry." She said sadly, a single tear ran down her cheek, followed by another and another.

"Why?" he asked.

"I did something awful Harry, I, I should be locked up, be thrown to the Dementors . . ." she sobbed. "I killed him Harry, worse than that I tortured him, I left him to bleed to death." She cried.

"Who?" Harry asked, although part of him already knew.

"My father." she whispered brokenly.

Thanks for reviewing Cpatain Oz! I much appreciate it! So Sev woke up, I thought it was funny that Harry was the one there when he woke up, probably confused the hell out of him . . . ah well.

And Jas, oh is she an evil murderer or a good person put in a bad situation, or even someone with rage issues who goes crazy at the slightest little thing? who knows? You will . . . next time I update. REVIEW and that will be sooner!