Chapter Ten

"Is that it?" Goyle asked hoarsely.

Crabbe steeped forward and lifted the aging parchment and frowned; "I think something went wrong. It's blank."

"What?" Goyle grabbed it and looked it over frantically. His movements came to a stop when Ron started laughing.

"That's it. It stays blank until you say the right password."

Ron took the map and tapped it with his wand. He muttered under his breath as he did so. No matter his new alliances, he wasn't about to give any Slytherin the secret to the Mauderer's Map. The map came to life, spilling the secrets of the school and those within it out for any to read. The Slytherins took the map back from the proud Gryffindor and stared in awe.

"Look! There they are! And Ms. Malfoy's here too!" Goyle pointed to rooms inside the dungeon and sure enough the names Ray Malfoy and Baby Potter came up lying side by side.

"What's with their names?" Crabbe frowned. "You sure it's them?"

"It's them." Ron assured. "The map shows the name that the person goes by at the time, not their official ones. See, look at us."

Ron Weasley, Greg Goyle, and Vince Crabbe appeared clustered together. The two Slytherins nodded, satisfied with the explanation. It also meant the map was doubly important. By showing the name the person believed was their true name, it gave the reader a look inside of their mind and how they think of themselves.

"Why are they sleeping together?" Goyle just now remembered that to Ron they shouldn't have any knowledge of Draco and Potter's condition.

"Maybe because they're in quarantine together." Crabbe offered, playing along.

"Well, they both have the same thing." Ron sighed. "But they're not exactly sick. Some kind of spell went wrong and turned them four years old. But it doesn't look like they can be changed back and there's no sign of their condition being spell induced. They might have to grow up all over again."

"How do you know?" Crabbe demanded.

"And why didn't you tell us sooner?" Goyle glared.

"Hermione and the others snuck into the clinic where they were kept before they were moved down to the dungeon and saw them. She even cast a diagnostic spell and a permanent copy spell." He shrugged. "I haven't really looked at it yet. I thought we could find out about Malfoy and Harry on our own."

"But now they're being kept by Professor Snape's rooms." Crabbe shook his head. "We can't sneak in. Those rooms will be protected to the roof."

"I figured." Ron ran his hands through his hair tiredly. "Alright. I don't like it, but I'll ask to see the med report and make a copy for us."

"Thanks." Goyle smiled brightly. "But at least they're not sick. The way everyone was keeping things secret, I thought they were dieing or something."

Ron winced, remembering his best friend sitting broken and mindless in the room beside the clinic. Harry really had been dieing. Hopefully he was doing better now despite the botched spell. "Yeah. Good thing."

The boys woke shortly after Ron and the Slytherins separated to go back to their dorms. They were delighted to see the new clothes. Harry had politely thanked Narcissa, telling her it was too much, but Draco quickly convinced him that he needed it all and the brunette reluctantly accepted the gifts. Narcissa smiled and blew him a kiss, making Harry's cheeks burn. Then she selected three outfits for each of them and allowed them to choose what they wanted to wear for the day.

Draco picked white cotton silk pants and a dark purple silk shirt with white slippers (very oriental), but Harry took longer to decide. Narcissa sent her son warning glares as the blonde impatiently eyed Harry's choices. She didn't want her son to choose for Harry. The more he got use to making decisions, the easier it would become for him. Draco nodded to her whispered explanation, but still tapped his foot impatiently.

Harry eventually settled on white sneakers, dark blue jeans, and a sky blue T-shirt with a white hippogriff flying around on it. Draco grinned proudly and Harry blushed under the praise. Dressed, the boys made their way hand-in-hand toward the kitchen; both were starving by this time. Narcissa followed laughing.

Severus greeted them with a raised eyebrow and complimented both of the boys' attire. Harry ran to him for a hug and Severus gave him one before placing him in the highchair. Narcissa easily lifted her own son into his. Severus ate with them before he kissed them both goodbye and went to work. Narcissa cleaned them up, (well, cleaned Draco up and let Draco wash Harry's face and hands) and then released them to play for a few hours.

As promised, the playroom was colored permanently. The carpet was a rich forest green (Harry), all the furniture was white (Draco), the walls were amethyst purple with shiny silver dragons frolicking around on them (Draco), and the ceiling was painted a royal blue with bright yellow stars that actually gave off light (Harry). The boys were thrilled with it and didn't ask once for Narcissa to change it.

After lunch and a nap (she let them pick pajamas: Draco chose black silk, while Harry chose dark green silk), she sat them down and taught them the basics of reading, math, and easy logic games. The boys acted as any four year olds would. Their attentions spans short, their attitude cheerful as long as they didn't suffer too many defeats, but picked things up faster and retained information with less repetition needed. Narcissa knew this was a good sign that something was retained from their previous lives and was glad. Like Severus, she too thought it would be a shame if Draco lost everything he had made of himself over the summer.

Severus got back only fifteen minutes before the House meeting he had scheduled before dinner. He would have been back sooner, but briefing Dumbledore took longer than expected. The Headmaster was surprisingly against informing the Slytherins of Draco's condition, but had agreed after Severus explained just how serious the situation was becoming in his House.

The boys were just finishing their dinner when he walked in. Harry immediately lifted his arms to be held and Draco screamed a greeting. Severus smiled at both of them, ruffling Draco's silky blonde hair before lifting Harry into his arms.

"Harry. I have to go somewhere tonight, but only for a little while. Draco and Ms. Malfoy will be coming with me. Will that be okay?" He asked carefully.

"Not gone long?" Harry asked as Draco yelled, "Where am I going?"

"No. We won't be gone long at all." Severus smiled, glad that Harry seemed unconcerned. "Headmaster Dumbledore will be coming in a minute. He'll be watching you while we're gone. Okay?"

The room got suddenly silent and Harry's round eyes looked at Severus through his little round glasses. Severus steeled himself as those green orbs grew steadily more distressed and Harry's little arms tightened around him. He had hoped Harry wouldn't react like this, but he couldn't change it. All three of them had to go to the meeting and Dumbledore had insisted Harry couldn't be left alone.

"You're leaving me?" Harry asked in a quiet, wavering voice.

"No! Not go!" Draco yelled and threw his plate and sippy cup to the floor. "I won't leave Baby!"

"Draconis Malfoy." Narcissa warned and the blonde subsided mutinously.

"We aren't leaving you, Harry." Severus promised, rocking the small boy. "We will be right down the hall and we will be back before you know it."

Just then they all heard the door open in the living room and someone walking toward the kitchen. Harry burst into loud sobs as soon as Dumbledore stood in the doorway. Severus held the shaking child closely to his chest, distressed and at a loss on what to do. Dumbledore smiled at the scene, but he was the only one happy. Draco was now standing on his seat and pointed accusingly at the ancient headmaster.

"Get out! Look what you did! You don't stay with Baby! I will! Now go!"

"Dragon, you can't stay with Harry." Narcissa explained and Draco's face got even redder with rage. "You have to come with us to the meeting. We will be back very soon, I promise."

"Why?" Draco demanded, stomping his little foot. "Don't want'ta go!"

"It's very important for the Slytherins that they see you're okay. It's your duty to reassure them."

"Baby can come!" He just barely relented.

"He can't. He wouldn't be safe if others knew where he was."

"Daddy protects him!"

"I will always protect you both." Severus promised, still rocking the crying Harry. "But it would be best to prevent attacks when we can. You don't want Harry to get hurt, do you?"

"No, but…"

"Draconis, the better you behave and the sooner we leave," Narcissa interrupted, "the sooner we will be back and Harry won't be upset anymore. You are dragging this out for him."

"Fine!" Draco screamed as loud as he could and angry tears fell from his eyes.

"Put your Malfoy face on and we will go. They can't see you like this. You are Lord Malfoy and must always control yourself."

Draco impatiently wiped his face and smoothed his expression, but it was obvious he was unhappy. Narcissa accepted his effort and lifted him from the chair. She released his tense body as soon as she could and Draco marched into the living room, pointedly not looking at Dumbledore as he passed. Severus knew not to keep them waiting and walked quickly to the playroom. Harry screamed as Severus forcefully pried him away; his baby cries becoming desperate and afraid.

"Harry, please trust me. I'll be right back with Draco." Severus pleaded.

"No! Daddy!" Harry screamed, face soaked with tears and snot. "Don't go! Ray! Ray, don't leave me here! Please! I'll be good, I'll be good! I promise, Daddy! Nooooo!"

"Merlin." Severus chocked as he fought Harry away from his legs.

"Let me." Dumbledore said calmly. He raised his wand and a magical barrier gently separated Harry from the Potions Master.

Severus watched as little Harry pounded frantically on the invisible wall. It was the hardest thing he had ever had to do, turning his back and walking away. "Harry would have been fine with this if we weren't leaving him with a stranger. He's still not confident enough for this." He snarled.

"You said yourself that he needs to get use to strangers."

"Not like this." Severus snapped and stormed out of the room, leaving Harry with Dumbledore as the little boy pleaded for him to stay.

Draco stood fuming beside his mother. The Slytherins, just short of one hundred kids, stood before them listening to his daddy and mother talk. Draco wasn't listening. He was only conscious of the baby's need. Why was this taking so long? His mother's sharp nail pricked him. He was fidgeting. He should never fidget. He scowled, she was just lucky he didn't kick her! But he did know this was important. He already knew Slytherins were, but how could they be important enough to do this to Baby?

"Draco?" A blonde girl asked and he forced a smile. He liked this girl. "How are you?"

"I'm fine. Just tired." He assured her. "Mother, can we go?"

"In a minute, Dragon." She promised.

"When do you think he'll be back?" A slender brunette boy asked. Draco remembered him too.

"Soon. The effects will fade, but because we're talking about Potter who knows how long they will last." Severus smiled sardonically.

A wave of humor went through the Slytherins. Draco shifted his weight. They'd been here forever! What more did he have to do? But Narcissa and Severus must have sensed Draco was coming to the end of his rather impressive self-control, for not long after that he was guided to the floo.

"Bye, Draco. Get well soon." The girl said as she hugged him.

Draco ignored her and flooed away in a whoosh of green fire with his mother. As soon as they were tumbling out into Severus' sitting room, he ran toward the playroom. The old man was sitting just inside the room, speaking calmly to a crying Harry. Draco ignored him too and ran right into the barrier holding Harry on the other side. The baby was curled up against the far wall sobbing. Draco pounded on the barrier, screaming that he was back and it was all okay.

Harry looked up, face red and miserable. He got shakily to his feet and ran toward Draco, arms outstretched. Dumbledore raised his wand, but before he could incant the cancellation, there was a bright flash and the barrier exploded into thousands of golden sparks. Harry crashed into Draco, knocking him down, and cried weakly against his shoulder. Draco held him tightly and began crying himself. Severus dropped to his knees and sat so the boys were in his lap. He murmured softly into their hair as he rocked slowly. Dumbledore smiled and allowed Narcissa to lead him politely away.

"His magic is as strong as ever." He murmured.

"He is still Harry Potter." Narcissa agreed.

"You will keep me informed of his progress."

"Of course, headmaster." She smiled, but privately wished there was a place as safe as Hogwarts, but far away from the manipulating ancient. He had put back any progress Harry had made with his enforced visit, and had Harry been her son, she would have cut off his balls.

"It's alright, Harry." Severus whispered. "We're back. I told you we would be. I would not lie to you, Harry. You're okay now. We're here. Hush, Harry. It's okay. We will never leave you. It's okay now."

Eventually Harry stilled and fell into an exhausted sleep. Thank Merlin tomorrow was Saturday. After this, Harry would need him. And it was true. Despite his exhaustion, Harry panicked at every little noise and movement. In the end, both boys slept with Severus, and Draco helped sooth Harry back to sleep every time the small child woke up frightened.

The next morning, Harry clung to them both, but slowly relaxed and forgot the upset of the day before. Harry was almost back to normal by the time they had lunch and a knock came on Severus' front door. Severus looked over to make sure the sound hadn't upset Harry, but the boy was still eating happily.

"I'll be right back." He said as he stood. Harry looked up at him worriedly, but gave a little nod to say he was alright.

Remus Lupin stood on the other side of the door when Severus pulled it open. The werewolf looked as worn as always, but there was a steadiness to his eyes that had never been there before. And though his clothes were not very expensive, Severus couldn't see one hole or tear.

"Professor Snape." Remus said neutrally. "The headmaster sent me down saying you could answer me my questions about Harry better than he."

Severus narrowed his eyes and his hand tensed around the door he still held in his hand. But before he could say anything cutting and slam it, a small childish cry of "Moony!" stopped him. He turned to see Harry come running into the living room, a large smile lighting up the boy's face. His heart clinched, and with more pain than he thought possible, he turned away so he didn't have to see Harry leap into the man's arms.

He had known things couldn't stay the way they were. He knew Harry wouldn't always be his. But his depressed thoughts rocked to a shocked halt as a light weight crashed into his legs. He looked down, face a frozen mask, and found Harry reaching up asking to be held. He obeyed without even thinking about it.

"It's Moony, Daddy!" Harry cried joyfully as he wrapped his arms around Severus' neck and squeezed tight. Severus held him back; heart clinching with relief and joy as he realized Harry would always need him. "Moony here to have breakfast?"

Draco walked calmly into the room followed by Narcissa, "Whose Moony?"

"Nice man, right, Moony?" Harry asked.

The werewolf stared shocked. He couldn't respond. Harry, his sad little pup, was a child again. And calling Severus father? Was that Draco Malfoy? It must be since that was undoubtedly Narcissa Malfoy. There was just too much impossibility. He could hardly think, let alone talk. Harry frowned and looked into Severus' eyes.

"Moony sick?"

"Yes. He's a werewolf, so he's sick, but I don't think that's what ails him now." Severus drawled, arms tightening around Harry possessively.

"Whatwolf?" Draco asked. "Aren't they scary? He don't look scary."

"Yes, they are dangerous." Narcissa frowned across at Remus. "What can we do for you Mr. Lupin?"

"And come inside." Severus said abruptly. "It's a miracle no one has walked by already."

Remus took a step forward and Severus shut the door, the magic protecting it flaring to life briefly before falling beneath the surface. The werewolf followed the Potions Master to the couches, his amber eyes never leaving Harry's small frame. Narcissa reluctantly followed her own son and took a seat next to the two couches the men were sitting in. Draco sat to Severus' right while Harry was sitting happily in the man's lap. Remus sat across from all three of them.

"What happened?" He managed.

"Quite a lot." Severus smiled dryly. "Harry, do you remember Remus?"

"He's nice." Harry repeated, but his eyes looked unsure. "He dang'us?"

Severus considered. If he contradicted Harry's memory, what would the consequences be? Did he want Harry to remember things? Or did he want to encourage the boy to bury everything and live again? Unfortunately, he knew from his studies that memories rarely ever disappeared permanently. They could be buried or bared through magic, but they could still be triggered if the right circumstances were to occur. He couldn't let that happen to Harry. The boy should face the memories, hopefully now becoming distant enough to face without breaking the boy, so they were not a weakness for him. But how he hated that it involved the werewolf.

"He is a nice person, yes, Harry." Severus said evenly, ignoring Narcissa's suddenly arched eyebrow. "But when his sickness takes him at the full moon, he is not nice and he is dangerous."

"When's it full moon?" Draco asked curiously. He seemed interested rather than afraid.

"It was six days ago. I am quite safe." Remus smiled at the little boys.

"Do you want Remus to stay, Harry?" Severus asked.

"You too? You not leaving me alowne?" Harry asked worriedly, turning to hide his face into Severus' shoulder.

"I won't ever leave you, Harry. I promise." Severus hugged him and ran a hand through Harry's wild soft hair.

Harry smiled up at him and leant in quickly to kiss the pale man's cheek, "Kay! Moony can play wi've us if you play too."

"Alright. Why don't you start without us for a little while? I want to talk to Remus for a minute."

"Come on, Baby." Draco jumped from the couch and reached for Harry's hand. "They can talk fe'vor."

Harry laughed and took the blonde's hand. Draco smiled happily as he now had all of Harry's attention to himself, and hurried off to the playroom. He was careful though, not to run in his mother's sight. The adults watched them go with indulgent smiles, but when they were out of sight they turned their attention back to Severus.

"You are not allowed to be here a week before or after your transformation." Severus stated. "Agreed?"

"And if I don't?"

"Then I tell you nothing." Severus smiled maliciously. "And neither will the Headmaster. Harry's care is my charge alone."

"And Narcissa?"

"She is caring for her son and helps me with them both."

"I agree." Remus said calmly, though the tightening around his eyes told them he wasn't happy about the clause.

It took almost two hours for Severus to explain the long standing abuse at the Dursley's, the rape, everything that had happened after, and explain what he knew of psychology in reference to Harry's fragile mind. It would have taken even longer, but Severus had to give the man credit. He was a good listener; rarely ever interrupting and when he did, his questions were concise and easy to answer because it was usually something Severus forgot to mention and not something he was working his way toward.

Remus sat numbly. Guilt and rage both blanketed his thoughts. How could he have left Harry to such monsters? How could he have not listened when Harry told him he was unhappy there? With a quiet moan, he hunched forward, burying his head in his hands. Narcissa stood and poured the wolf a drink. She had to put it in his hands before he realized it was there.

"How could Dumbledore have done this? He had to have known."

"He knows many things, but not even I am sure he knew of this." Severus sighed.

"Can I help at all?" Remus looked to the Slytherin, his eyes showing his desperate need plainly.

"I believe you can." Severus answered reluctantly. "You are the very first person he has accepted on his own."

"What about you?"

"After the spell, Harry was more vulnerable than he is now. All he knew for sure was Draco and that he could trust the other boy. He knew this through the bond. So when Draco recognized me as his father, Harry was imprinted with that connection to me. The connection between us is complete, however. I don't think even Draco changing his mind would change Harry's love for me." Severus shifted uncomfortably at this and Remus had to fight not to smile. Narcissa was hiding hers behind her cup. "As for why Draco thought I was his father in the first place, I had been mentoring over the summer and Draco worked hard to divorce himself from Lucius. Harry still hasn't fully accepted Narcissa despite Draco's encouragement and he has completely refused the headmaster. This is proof that he is not as vulnerable and more secure in his own judgment."

"How do you know he has rejected the headmaster? What happened?"

"We had to show Draco to the Slytherins last night." Narcissa explained. "We left Harry behind because we don't want it known that he is like Draco. Dumbledore felt Harry couldn't be left alone for the forty-five minutes we were gone and took it on himself to baby-sit. Unfortunately, Harry is still terrified of strangers and reacted rather poorly to his company."

"I'm surprised he has recovered as well as he has." Severus agreed, but then frowned. "Though that usually means he hasn't healed and is hiding his hurt too well for us to see."

"Daddy, we're ready for snack." Draco said as he walked in. He was holding Harry's hand and tugging the smaller boy along with him, but Harry didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, his face was relaxed and smiling up at them.

"I will fetch it." Narcissa stood and followed the boys to the kitchen.

"Would you like something to eat or drink?" Severus asked neutrally. "We can sit with them."

"I would love that." Remus smiled gratefully and was glad when Severus nodded his understanding.

They two men walked into the kitchen. Harry and Draco were sitting in their highchairs and having animal crackers that would occasionally make animal noises, a small bowl of apple sauce, and a cup of milk without lids. Severus ordered tea and scones for the three of them. Remus sat silently through the meal, tearfully watching Harry. The boys played and ate, Severus and Narcissa laughing at their antics.

Severus lifted Harry free of the highchair when he was finished, "Let's get you washed up and then we'll all play."

Draco was already free and waiting patiently for his Baby. Narcissa said she had things to do and did not follow them to the bathroom. When the two men and two boys finally reached the playroom, Harry excitedly told Remus all about the colors and how they did it all by themselves.

Severus watched carefully. Harry was comfortable enough to speak freely to Remus and in front of Remus, much more so than he would have been if it had been Narcissa in the room. But the little boy still avoided physical contact. Once Remus thoughtlessly reached out to ruffle Harry's hair, but the boy shrank back, face going serious, and ran to Severus' side. But he didn't need to be held. That was progress of a sort. Severus couldn't help but wonder if Harry would have been completely content to have Remus hold him if the werewolf had come before the mishap with Dumbledore.

"I'm going to get dinner ready." Severus said as he stood from their play.

"Kay." Draco smiled.

"Moony stay?" Harry frowned.

"If that's alright." Remus smiled kindly.

"Is okay." Draco reassured, taking Harry's hand. He had come to like the nice man for himself. "Just play over there some. We play pretend, kay?"

"Alright." Remus smiled and went to where Draco assigned him. Severus chuckled as he left the room.

"Is that okay, Baby?" Draco asked, looking into warm green eyes.

"Yea." Harry stood on tip-toe to kiss the blonde's cheek.

"Where do you know Moony from?" He asked as he led the smaller boy over to the chest with pretend clothes.

"Don't know. Just member him." Harry shrugged.

"You like him more than Mommy?" Draco asked seriously as he pulled on a cape. Harry bit his lip, eyes wide and unsure. "Don't cry. I just wan'ed to know."

"Your Mommy is nice, but I don't know her. I know Moony. He not hurt me." Harry lowered his head in shame.

Draco wrapped him in a hug, "Mommy not hurt you ever ei'ver. But you don't have to like her more than Moony. Mommy says you not change feelings, kay? Is alright, Baby. I like Moony too."

"She might take you away." Harry argued, looking worriedly into Draco's eyes. "She almost did when she first came. She might still."

"No." Draco shook his head firmly. "She can't make me go if don't want to. I'm Lord Malfoy."

"She could, Ray." Harry said earnestly, trying to get the blonde to believe him.

"Do you think Daddy would let her?" Draco glared, not understanding why Harry couldn't believe him. "We not ever leave. Daddy promised last night, member?"

"It could still happen. I not say you want to go, Ray." Harry defended and took a few steps away to look for something to wear himself. "Or Daddy. But something could make you go even if you don't want to. Then I'll be alone." His hands started to tremble and large tears fell down his cheeks. "I love Ray. I love Daddy. I don't want to be wi'veout you."

"Baby." Draco grabbed him into a tight, angry embrace. "You hav'ta trust me. You hav'ta believe me. I swear to you, Ha'wy. I not ever leave you ever."

He turned the smaller boy who was staring, eyes huge. Draco nodded satisfied he had finally convinced Harry of the seriousness of his promise. He leaned forward and gently kissed the baby's sweet lips, his blonde hair falling around Harry's chubby cheeks. Harry's lips were warm and soft, giving easily against Draco's own. Harry's arms came up and hugged him tight as Draco pulled his face away.

"Love you, Ray." Harry whispered and buried his face against the blonde's shoulder.

"Love you, too, Baby." Draco whispered back. Slowly, he began to smile and then grin. Yes. Baby was his. He'd make sure no one would separate them.

Remus watched as the two boys went over to a toy chest. Draco looked adorable in his black pants and white button down shirt. Narcissa was starting early with the Malfoy standards, he thought with a chuckle. Harry was slightly more casual in a long-sleeved, forest green T-shirt and what looked like jeans. Both wore brilliantly white tennis shoes.

It was kind of amusing. He looked to the ceiling; dark blue with yellow stars. That was what James and Lily had painted Harry's nursery ceiling as. But the walls had been light blue with clouds and the carpet a grass green. Event though Harry did choose to make the carpet green in the playroom, it was darker by several shades than the floor in his nursery back in the Godric's Hollow.

He was brought out of his thoughts when he caught motion out of the corner of his eyes. Remus lifted his head and his eyes widened. Draco was leaning carefully forward, his hands loose on Harry's shoulders. Their lips came together and then he couldn't see past a concealing curtain of blonde. Harry didn't seem frightened. In fact, his arms came up to warp around the blonde's waist tightly. Draco pulled away and Harry buried his head against his shoulder. Remus was speechless, but worry began to bloom as he watched Draco's joyful and possessive smile bloom across his angelic face. Luckily, he was saved from having to make a decision about what to do.

"Boys." Severus called, opening the door. "Come. It's time for dinner."

Harry lifted his head, smiling happily as he ran forward, "Come on, Moony. Is dinner time!"

"Can we have choc'late later?" Draco asked, running after his friend.

"We'll see." Severus smiled and held the door open for the boys to pass. Draco grabbed Harry's hand and slowed as he passed the door. Harry laughed and practically bounced along despite Draco's stately pace. "Can you stay, Remus?" Severus asked the werewolf as he approached.

"I can. But I wanted to let you know that Harry has duplicated the ceiling that was in Godric's Hollow's nursery, which he lived in for a year and half before the Dark Lord came. The carpet is close, but darker. And Draco kissed Harry. Rather possessively. Harry let him. In fact, he seemed pleased."

Severus said nothing for a long minute, both men walking slowly; "They are four, Remus. I'm sure there was no sexual connection."

"But there was feeling and purpose to it." Remus argued. "As they get older, it will be very easy for the sexual connection to develop. Harry may be fine now, but when that happens on Draco's side, how will Harry react?"

"I don't know." Severus frowned. "In any case, that could be a long time from now. Harry could be much more stable and may even need it to finish healing. We'll see."

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