Just a little note: I know they have potions but honestly it's not very interesting if he just swallows a potion and poof he's better so…yeah.

Harry whimpered, grabbing at Charlie's robes so he couldn't put him down.

"Come on bud, I just gotta put you down for a minute," Charlie said still trying to put him on the couch. "I won't even put you in the playpen," he offered. He really needed to pee and Harry just wouldn't let him go.

"No," he mewled, squeezing the fabric tighter. He just didn't want to be put down he was so cold and Charlie was warm.

"Harry-"

"P'ease," he begged, looking at him with sad eyes.

"You're killing me with that face," Charlie said, he sighed in defeat he could hold it for a bit.

He hiked the baby up higher on his hip. "You've been very clingy today, are you feeling okay?"

Harry looked at him confused.

"Well when Ron was a kid whenever he wasn't feeling well he would be very clingy," Charlie explained moving to the kitchen.

"Cold," Harry told him resting his head on Charlie's shoulder, he really wanted Daddy but Daddy had just told him last night how proud he was of him for not freaking out every time Daddy left the room, and Harry didn't want to ruin it.

Charlie pulled open one of the drawers revealing a bunch of first aid stuff including a muggle thermometer. He picked it up and held it to Harry's mouth.

"Open up please,"

Harry shook his head, whining in his throat.

"Come on if you don't open I'll have to do it through your bum, and you don't want that," Charlie said wiggling it a little.

Harry gave him a half hearted glare as he opened his mouth. Charlie stuck it in his mouth, gently pushing his jaw closed, now they needed to wait.

After a minute Charlie tugged it out of Harry's unresisting mouth. He turned it over to see what it said and held in a gasp. Harry had a one hundred and three degree fever. Poor thing no wonder he was so clingy.

Charlie knew he needed to get Snape but he didn't want Harry to freak out that his temperature was so high. First needed to change Harry's nappy, and he knew he would be getting a lot of tears over that. Harry had been adamant about not being changed today and no wonder why, it probably felt freezing. He put a hand on Harry's head running his hand through his unruly hair. He carried him to the nursery laying him down slowly. He shushed him gently when Harry started whimpering, pulling down his shorts. He quickly untapped the nappy, Harry's whines growing louder.

"Cold, no Cha'lie. P'ease," he cried his eyes brimming with tears.

"I know I know, but I have to change you, buddy," Charlie said going as fast as he could, he made sure he was 100% clean before spreading some cream on his bum and privates not needing him to get a rash on top of being sick. Harry was full out crying, trying to squirm away from the cold cream. He taped up the new nappy, rubbing circles on Harry's exposed tummy, to help soothe him. He rolled up the dirty nappy with one hand and threw it in the bin.

He pulled up Harry's shorts, he wanted to put him in pajamas but he knew Harry would throw a fit over it, so he would let Snape take of it. Harry reached for him to upset to talk. He scooped him up and let him cuddle close, as he grabbed Harry's special blankey from his crib. He wrapped it around Harry satisfied when his cries died down.

"It's a very nice blanket, did Daddy give it to you?" Charlie asked bouncing him lightly as he carried him through Snape's office.

"Nu uh, M'am Pompy did," Harry said his words slurring a bit. He needed to rest. Charlie pulled open the door his mind flashing to a few weeks ago when he had done this. Although, then Harry had almost been crucioed, now the girl was in Azkaban after she had been forced to clean all the bedpans and toilets in the castle.

"Is there a problem?" Snape asked stopping his lesson on Amoretia, his eyes trained on Harry.

"Yeah," Charlie said walking over to him. Harry was laying on his shoulder passively, to tired and weak to reach out for his Daddy.

"Harry?" Snape asked concerned that Harry had not acknowledged his presence.

Harry made a noise in his throat reaching out for him with shaking hands.

Snape took him from Charlie checking him for any bone injuries.

"What happened," he snapped at Charlie his mind going into a panic, he had never seen Harry like this.

"He's got a super high fever and he's barely eaten anything today." Charlie said placing a gentle hand on Harry's head.

Snape placed his lips on Harry's forehead, double checking what Charlie said.

"He does, and he's wheezing," he said. "Damn," he whispered. He turned back to his quiet seventh years who were all watching, with pity in their eyes.

He raised his voice so they could all hear him, "Class dismissed, we will be continuing on Tuesday," Harry whined at the volume, his ears and head ringing.

"Hush," Snape murmured holding him tighter, he swept out of the classroom, leaving Charlie to follow.

TBC…