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…

"Da-daddy," Harry said his voice tight, he had a hand over his mouth.

"One second," he wanted to get some potions in him before Harry got worse. He had some already measured out.

"Dad-dy," Harry burped his eyes watering.

"Harry I know you're not feeling well but I need to ge-" Harry promptly threw up all over himself, Snape and the floor before bursting into tears and wailing at the top of his lungs.

"Uch," Charlie said inching away from them, drawing his wand. He cleaned up the mess on the floor with a wave of it but the mess on them was a bit harder to deal with.

"Oh Harry, I'm sorry. Please don't cry, we will get cleaned up. I'm not mad." Daddy said, he continued trying to soothe him as he carried him to the bathroom. But before he shut the door he called to Charlie,

"Thank you for this morning, I'll write you when he's better," Before slamming the bathroom door shut hoping Charlie got the message to leave.

"S-sorry Daddy, sor-ry, Di-din' muh-mean to,"

"Don't apologize dove, you couldn't control it," he stripped Harry down to his nappy, putting all of the dirty clothes in a bag, he pulled off his outer robes and inner ones and stuffed them in the bag as well, leaving him in his pants and shirt sleeves.

"Is your stomach still upset?" Daddy asked brushing the sweaty hair off his forehead. Harry shook his head, still crying.

"Alright, I believe a bath is in order," He said using his wand to quickly fill it and then warm it. He usually liked to let it run normally while he undressed and talked with Harry but today he wanted his baby clean and comfortable as soon as possible.

Harry was quiet, his tears finally stopping, he would sniffle occasionally. Daddy took off his nappy, made sure he was clean and then gently settled him in the bath. Harry immediately tried to get out shivering all over.

"No, no, sit, you need to get clean,"

"Bu' it's cold," he said reaching for him.

"That's because I made it luke warm, I need your fever to come down or I'll need to take you to poppy,"

"No m'am pompy!" Harry folded his arms across his shivering chest stamping a foot weakly in the water.

Daddy chuckled, "Then get back in and I'll wash you quickly,"

Harry grumbled as he sat back down, still shivering. Daddy was true to his word he didn't do his hair, he washed his entire body with soap in record time, then washed it all off. Daddy hummed softly as he picked him up and set him on the mat. Harry began to whimper, goose bumps covering his entire body. Daddy cast a warm charm on the towel before quickly, but gently drying him off. He wrapped him in the still warm towel and carried him into the nursery. He dressed him in a nappy, footie pajamas and his thankfully clean blankey.

"Comfortable?" Daddy asked taking him to the couch to cuddle.

Harry nodded, "Dummy?"

"You want a dummy?" Daddy asked accioing one to them. He popped the purple dummy into Harry's waiting mouth, watching as his body relaxed further from the extra comfort.

"That's it, just close your eyes, Daddy will hold you," he murmured patting Harry's nappied bum as he rocked him with his body. Harry watched him with heavy lidded eyes, the green glazed over. His poor baby was so sick.

He knew he should try to get a few potions into Harry, but he remembered madame Pomfrey telling him that they weakened a person immune system since it did all the work. He didn't want to weaken Harry's anymore than it already was. He started whispering all about the uses and benefits of having a personal potions lab to push Harry the rest of the way to sleep. He smiled to himself as Harry dropped off soon after, sucking on his dummy.

He was glad that the frog- Jasper the third, (who the second and first were Snape did not know) had died a week ago, since he would have gotten rid of it while Harry was sick. They had of course had to have a funeral, inviting Neville, Minerva, Charlie and, even Hermione had been allowed to come. Harry had made Snape give him a eulogy, and Harry had picked flowers for his grave.

…

Harry slept fitfully for a painfully short forty-five minutes before waking up, in a pool of his own sweat. Daddy was sitting on the end of the couch with Harry's head in his lap reading a book.

"You're awake," he whispered, he had dimmed the torches along the walls.

"Hot," Harry croaked kicking off his blankey. He started unzipping his pajamas, needing to cool down. His throat was burning and it was hard to talk and swallow.

"Wait, Harry, come here," Harry grumbled as he crawled across the couch to Daddy. Daddy pulled out his wand and cast a cool charm on Harry, who sighed happily at the feeling.

"Better?" He smirked. Harry nodded, he spied his dummy that had fallen out and popped it back in his mouth sucking on it as he climbed into Daddy's lap.

"Merlin, how do you have any water left in you?" Daddy said conjuring a wet cloth and running it all over Harry's face and hands, trying to cool him down a bit more. Harry was panting around his dummy, sweat gathering on his forehead and on his neck.

"Daddy," Harry whined pulling at the collar of his pj's, "Wan' off,"

Snape knew that the second he got them off Harry would begin shivering again, it was Murphy's law. He cast another cooling charm and a refreshing charm on Harry.

Harry sighed and leaned back onto him. "Hu'ts Daddy,"

"What does dove?"

Harry patted his throat gently, pointing to show Daddy.

"Your throat?"

Harry nodded.

Daddy accioed a bottle to them, "This is cold, it will help soothe it,"

He held it to Harry's lips, having taken out his dummy. Harry latched on letting Daddy hold it, it still hurt but it was a little better.

TBC…