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Snape walked back towards his quarters, actually looking forward to having a nap later on in the afternoon, when Potter was asleep.

"Dobby!" he snapped when he entered his quarters.

"Yes, Master Snape?" the little elf said, as he bowed low.

"Can you please bring a large bowl of chicken broth and a ham sandwich and two large glasses of water?" he asked, unusually polite for him.

"Yes, Master Snape. Dobby will bring you sir your food right away, sir." Dobby replied, as he winked out.

Slowly, Professor Snape made his way over to the little room off the side of his living room. No other person had ever occupied it besides him and he only entered there when he was injured enough to need Poppy's help. He was grateful that the healer was bringing potions over for him, otherwise he would have to take the time when Harry was sleeping to brew them. He had been up late making other potions the night before and had not gone to bed so he was looking forward to getting some sleep as well.

"Mr. Potter, are you feeling better now the potions have taken effect?" Snape asked, trying his best to not sneer or act menacing to the son of his enemy. With a simple flick of his wand, Harry's robes were transfigured into comfortable pajamas and the blanket was wrapped around the boy.

"A little bit, sir. My head still hurts though, sir," Harry softly replied.

"Alright, well after you eat something I can give you a sleeping potion. I'm sorry that I kept you so late last night," Snape said without thinking, surprising himself that he apologized.

"I'm sorry for missing breakfast. It is not your fault that I didn't tell you I wasn't feeling up to a long session of Occlumency. Thank you for looking after me," Harry softly replied, trying to talk despite the fact that his throat was very sore.

"Your food, Master Snape," Dobby said as he winked in with a tray full of food, "Master Harry! What are you doing with Master Snape?" Dobby exclaimed when he saw Harry.

"He is taking care of me for a little while because I thought I could go to class this morning," Harry replied to the little elf, who had been a long-time friend of Harry's.

"Yes, Master Harry. Next time Dobby tells you to stay in bed, stay there Master Harry," Dobby admonished Harry before he winked out.

"What did Dobby tell you to do this morning, Mr. Potter?" Snape inquired as he set the tray beside Harry's bed.

"He helped me get up this morning because I was unsteady on my feet. He kept insisting that I should stay in bed all day but I refused and got up anyway," Harry said, avoiding the gaze of his Professor.

"Well, for once, I do believe I agree with that little elf. I have some chicken broth here, which I would like you try to eat some of it. Do you think you are able to feed yourself?" Snape gently asked Harry, as he helped Harry sit up without moving his head.

"I think I can feed myself, sir. Can I sleep afterwards, sir? Its getting hard to keep my eyes open," Harry softly admitted.

"As long as you eat first. I also have a class of water here for you," the professor replied, gently putting the bowl of broth in front of Harry.

They both sat silent as they ate their meals. Snape quickly finished his sandwich and sat at the edge of Harry's bed awkwardly waiting for Harry to finish. After a while, he got up and went into Poppy's office to get two sleeping potions, one for each of them, as well as the other potions Harry would need.

"Poppy, are you in here?" he called when he entered the office.

"Severus! Is there something wrong with Harry?" she said worriedly as she left her office.

"No, I just want some sleeping draughts and the potions he needs. He is currently finishing up some chicken broth," he quickly explained.

"Good, good. Make sure to keep his neck brace on for the remainder of the afternoon so his head doesn't move much at all. I hope you aren't too stern on the boy. Are you planning on resting this afternoon? You look completely worn out" she said, also concerned about her colleague's health.

"I am fine, Poppy, and yes, I am going to sleep as soon as he does. Can I have the potions, I don't want to leave him alone for too long," he said, walking towards her storage room.

"Well, you know where they are, young man. I will be there to check up on you probably around dinner time. Are you going to be taking a sleeping draught this afternoon?" she asked him with her hands on her hips as she watched him search through her cabinet for the potions he needed for Harry.

"Yes, ma'am," he simply replied because he knew better than to argue with the matron when she was in a mood like this.

"Do you think that's wise, young man? What if Harry wakes distressed in some way, will you be able to wake up and assist him?" she scolded.

That comment stopped all movement from Severus. He had never entertained the possibility that Potter might need him when he woke up and what would happen. The reality of taking care of a sick patient besides himself slowly began to sink in. The leisurely nap that he had planned didn't sound like the golden opportunity to sleep like it had before.

"Perhaps I will rethink the possibility of taking the sleeping potion. You, however, know why I use them and so do you have an alternative option for me?" Snape asked, resisting giving her a cold hard glare. He despised when people found flaws in his plans.

"Yes, try sleeping without one. You definitely look knackered enough to fall asleep right now. I will check up on him every hour until dinner and I expect both of you to sleep until I wake you before dinner. Even if you don't sleep, you are to stay in bed unless you are checking up on Harry. No buts. I am fully aware that you haven't slept in over 48 hours" she said, in a stern voice.

Wondering how she knew his sleeping habits but without making a comment, Snape left the hospital wing and returned to the guest room. He quickly placed the potions in a cabinet and then walked over to Harry's bed.

"Professor?" a soft, hoarse voice called from the bed, "may I go to sleep now?"

"Let me do a quick check to see if your condition has improved. Does anything besides your head hurt? Do you want a sleeping potion to help you sleep?" Snape quietly asked the child.

"My throat hurts, especially when I cough. I think I can sleep okay without a potion, sir" Harry softly said.

As Harry was talking, Snape had run his wand over him to check his condition, finding that Harry still had a sore throat despite the pain potion as well as the concussion and cracked skull. His fever had dropped a little but was still quite high.

"Alright, Mr. Potter, you may go to sleep. Madame Pomfrey is going to check up on you every hour and will wake you for dinner. I will be in my bedroom and will leave both doors open so shout if you need me for anything. Do not move your head and do not attempt to get up. Understood?" Snape said as he wrote down his findings on a card next to Harry's bed.

"Yes, sir, thank you, sir" Harry replied, closing his eyes.

Snape stayed until he was sure his student was asleep before going into his bedroom and getting into his own bed.

AN: I hope you like it! Please review and let me know what you think. Also, if you have any suggestions I would love to hear them. I am not sure when the next chapter will be posted.