Too Much to Bear
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Discussions and Tears
Snape was quite distraught. He had just been informed that one of his students had been diagnosed with a rare disease for a wizard, cancer. What made it worse was the fact that the student who had it was none other than Harry James Potter. Many thought he hated the lad. That was plain hogwash. The boy was selfless, soft spoken, and compassionate; how could you hate a lad like that? Truth be told he did not know the boy. He decided to get to know the lad, since he would be spending a lot of time with the lad, hopefully he could help get the lad well.
He silently entered the Hospital Wing to see Albus and Harry talking quietly. Harry was pale and his eyes were wet, worst of all the, boy looked simply terrified! This freaked Sev out he had never seen the boy scared, determined yes, but scared definitely not! As he approached the lad's bedside the headmaster excused himself to allow them to talk.
He took a second to observe the sickly boy- no young man lying on the bed. He had grown up to fast for his own good and unfortunately he would lose what was left of his childhood to the thief known as cancer.
"Mr. Potter, do you have any questions for me or would you like to go ahead and discuss the treatment?" he queried wishing the entire time that this was a horrific nightmare but knowing that it was reality.
"Sir? The headmaster mentioned you knew quite a bit about cancer. Might I ask how you came about your information?" He inquired his brows furrowed with curiosity.
"I was diagnosed with cancer the eve of my 18th birthday. I have been on remission for quite some time. After I came to remission I studied muggle medicine specializing my research on cancer in hopes to find a better treatment. I was searching for one that would not damage ones magic so much. You see while I can still do magic it is not strong, lucky for my spying job all the Dark Lord ever wanted from me were potions so he never knew about my powers or lack there of. I suceeded in inventing a potion that when taken with chemotherapy it will protect your magic. While doing this I earned my Ph.D. I am literally and legally going to be your physician and am going to do the best I can to make you well. I give you my word." He replied
"Thank you" Harry replied softly looking like he still had loads on his mind.
"Harry is there something else you would like to ask?" Sev asked curious to what was in that boy complex labyrinth of thoughts.
"I am going to lose my hair aren't I? I am going to look weak and I can't be weak or even look like it. They all think I should beat Moldy Voldie!" Harry's eyes were swelling by the sheer mass of tears in his emerald eyes.
Severus surprised the both of them by pulling the young man into a fatherly embrace; "No Harry, it is not up to you and if it is you will have many wizards there to help including me." And that did it Harry burst into sobs. Severus rocked the sobbing boy while murmuring sweet nothings that meant the world. Severus continued to rock the boy until the boy succumbed into the safe arms of Morpheus the god of dreams. Severus looked at the child who acted as Atlas and carried earth upon his tiny shoulders. He hoped the boy's dreams were swell. Well you don't always get your wishes to come true.
A.N And there's the chappie! Thanx to all my reviewers! Please review I need your input! Help me keep the creative juices flowing! Thanx! Remember: Flitwick loves you!
