Summary – Slash! It seems that Harry had not been the same ever since his seventeen birthday. What could have caused it? HPSS

Category - AU / Romance / possible Mpreg

Rating: R

Disclaimer: I do not own this story of Harry Potter, it belongs to J.K. Rowling. It is loosely based on the worlds created by JKR. Won't have spoilers pass OOTP.
Author's Note: On going fiction I had but still unfinished. No, I don't have it in summary yet, and I don't know how it will end either.

Chapter 5: Disturbing issues

In the infirmary.

"I don't know what is wrong, Headmaster!" Madame Promfrey flounders. "Their beds are now next to each other when it was not this way earlier. I don't understand this. Then, all of a sudden, both of them were screaming, badly, and then a sudden silence, I can barely hear their breathing, until I check both their pulses to see if they are still alive."

"Ah!" Professor Dumbledore exclaimed. His eyes had its merry twinkles again, having understood something.

"What is it, Headmaster?" Madame Promfrey asked.

"It seems that a bond has started..." Professor Dumbledore started to explain but was unable to finish it as he saw Harry Potter opening his eyes.

Harry was loathed to open his eyes, but he needed to get up as his stomach was growling and he needed to eat. And then...

"How come I am in here?" asked Harry, noticing that it was white and know for a fact that it is the infirmary, after all, he saw more of the infirmary than he saw his own bed.

"Sorry dear, you fainted in Professor Dumbledore's office and with the same symptons as Professor Snape, we had to put you in the same room as the Professor to monitor your health." Madame Promfrey explained.

"Is Professor Snape alright?"

"It seems that he is better now. Most of the symptoms had cleared up."

"Good. I am hungry. Can I leave now?"

"No, dear, I will have a house elf to bring you some food. I need to see if you are really well."

"Ok."

"Harry," Professor Dumbledore finally spoke, moving into lighted area from the shadows, "what did you want to say to me before you fainted in my office?"

"Professor! I didn't see you there!" exclaimed Harry. "I was going to say that I was worried about Professor Snape, but now that I see him here, looking better, I don't have anything else to tell you." Harry felt that he should keep those dreams a secret as it was precious to him.

Then, he felt magical tingle all through his body and found that Madame Promfrey was performing medical check-up on him. She frowned, puzzled over something.

"Harry, you are fine. All bruises and cuts that were from the Cruciatus curse seem to have been healed. Although I didn't understand how you got them in the first place."

"Can I leave now?"

"No, I would like to check again after you had had your meal. If everything is fine after that, then you may leave."

"Thank you, Madame Promfrey." With that said, Madame Promfrey left the room, presumely to check on other patients in her ward. Professor Dumbledore had left the room while Madame Promfrey was doing the medical check-up on Harry.

Boom Dobby appeared with a tray of food. "Master Harry Potter, I is brought you meal."

"Thank you Dobby." Then Dobby disappeared with another boom.

Harry fall onto his food, eating liver pate with mayonnaise and kidney pie with relish. Finishing his meal in a record time. He looked over to Professor Snape's bed. It looked like he was in pain as his body twitched ever so slightly that if Harry had not been staring unblinkingly, he would have missed it.

Harry got up from his bed and walked over to Professor Snape's bed. He stretched his hand out and put it over his heart, not knowing what he needed to do that. His hand flashed in blinding white light bubble for a minute. Then he crashed down on the floor as he suddenly felt tired all of a sudden. He looked up at Professor Snape's face, it had started to look more alive than the pale face it was before.

"Harry, what are you doing?" Madame Promfrey was surprised to see Harry out of bed and was kneeling next to Professor Snape's bed. "You shouldn't be out of bed if you are feeling weak!" she admonished.

"Sorry, Madame Promfrey, I just had to see for myself that he is well."

"Well, now that you had, please go back to your bed."

"I would if I could, but I'm feeling a little faint."

On hearing that, Madame Promfrey promptly levitated Harry up in the air and moved him to his bed. She then performed the medical check-up again and found the results very much different than before. It showed Harry at a much weaker state even after having his meal. Curious.

"Harry, you will have to stay the night. I can't let you leave as you are very weak."

"It's alright, Madame Promfrey, I don't think I could move an inch on my own." yawning tiredly, Harry closed his eyes and fell asleep just like that.