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"Yes, Poppy?" Snape replied, with a frightened expression on his white face.
"How many times I have told you that you need to stop seeing his father every time you look at the poor boy?" she said as she glared at him.
"Numerous, however, Mr. Potter and I were having a discussion about nightmares and why he doesn't go to you to talk about them. And, Mr. Potter, I agree completely about trying to avoid the Hospital Wing at all costs," the professor replied icily, before swiftly leaving the room with his robes billowing.
"Wow, Professor Snape just agreed with me, are there any other miracles waiting to happen this weekend?" Harry thought to himself while the healer checked him over.
"Your fever seems to be steady but still is rather high, I'm afraid you are going to have to rest most of the weekend. By tomorrow evening, you should be able to resume normal activity if you fever is low enough, although I would you like to stay in the care of Professor Snape until Sunday evening. I told Ms. Granger and Mr. Weasley that they would need to speak to Professor Snape to be able to visit you," she told the boy, as she wrote instructions for his caregiver on a card on the nightstand.
"Thank you," Harry mumbled sleepily. Within a few minutes, he was asleep and Madame Pomfrey left the room to see if she could find the Potions Master before she had to leave for London.
She quickly scanned the spacious quarters for any sign of the man before she proceeded to his office. Hesitantly, she knocked on the door to his private potions lab.
"Enter," Snape snapped, "and close the door behind you."
"Severus, I was only trying to –" she started to explain before he cut her off.
"You were only trying to do what, protect him from my snarky comments? That was a comment aimed at his father, not him and he knew it. Don't butt into conversations you don't hear all of," Severus bit back, before turning his back to her and continuing to work on preparing ingredients for his next experimental potion.
"I left some instructions on the nightstand," she simply said, knowing it was a complete waste of time to argue with him, she left the room and made her way back to the Hospital Wing so she could depart for her training conference in London.
Shortly before midnight, an alarm went off, notifying Severus it was time to give the boy his next set of potions. After putting a stasis charm on the potion, he strode through his quarters to the dimly light mini Hospital Wing.
He silently gathered the fever-reducer, blood replinsher and pain potions and placed them on the nightstand before sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Mr. Potter, please wake up," the spy quietly told the boy.
"Potter! Wake up this instant," he yelled to the boy after numerous attempts at waking him quietly failed.
"M'sorry, Uncle! I'm up, I'm up" the boy replied fearfully to the astonished Potions professor. Harry then unsuccessfully tried to sit up as the teacher tried to keep him bolting upright.
"Mr. Potter, you are at Hogwarts and I am certainly not your uncle. Remember what I said about sitting up too quickly?" Snape replied in the gentlest voice he could muster, "Here, I'll help you sit up," he said as he supported the boy as he sat up. Once the boy was sitting, he charmed the bed to move into a reclining position.
"I'm sorry Professor. I forgot where I was again," Harry whispered, refusing to meet the eyes of his most-hated professor.
"It's alright, Potter. We will discuss this in the morning but first I must give you your potions. Does anything hurt?" came the reply, as Snape moved his wand over the boy to check his condition.
"Fever of 101, concussion and throat infection," the small letters appeared in front of Snape from the spell.
"Alright, Mr. Potter, its time for your potions," the professor said as he handed the first vial to the student. Soon all three vials were empty and Harry was laying down again, his eyelids drooping.
"Good Night, Mr. Potter. We will have a discussion in the morning," was the last thing Harry heard before he was back asleep.
Content that the boy was asleep and on the mend, Snape went back to his potions lab to work on an experimental version of Wolfsbane potion. He knew that if he went to sleep he would have more nightmares without taking a potion and therefore did not want to try for the rest of the weekend.
"I wonder why he called me Uncle, and how often he has nightmares. What if I offered to counsel him with his nightmares so he could accomplish Occlumency. He probably wouldn't confide in me, his snarky old Potions professor, there is no way the boy could ever trust me," he mused before he was abruptly brought out of his thoughts by screams from his quarters.
"Uncle! I'm sorry, please don't hit me. I promise I'll never mention magic again," the professor heard as he rushed from the lab to the small little room off of his living room.
"Potter, wake up! Potter. Harry, you are safe at Hogwarts. Your uncle isn't here. Its ok, you are safe," the dungeon bat quietly said, rubbing small circles on the boy's back.
"Professor?" Harry softly replied after a few minutes.
"Yes?" the older man said simply.
"How much of that nightmare did I say aloud?" the boy said, staring at his bedcovers again.
"Not much, really. I was in my lab anyway and only heard shouting until I got in here. Don't worry about that now, just try to go back to sleep. You will be safe here and I am not leaving the rest of the night. Do you want some dreamless sleep potion?" the professor said, revealing a much softer side of his personality.
"Yes, please," Harry mumbled, unsure of how to react, he had never had anyone reassure him after a nightmare before.
Suddenly, a vial of dark purple potion came flying from the potions cabinet and landed in Snape's outstretched hand.
"Cool! You can do wandless magic!" Harry said excitedly, any hint of fear gone from his voice.
"Yes, Potter I can. I am going to directly spell this into your stomach so you don't have to try to sit up. We will have a chat in the morning concerning your relatives, but for now rest," the professor said as he spelled the potion directly into the boy's stomach.
Within seconds, Harry was asleep, leaving Snape free to go back to his lab to work on the potion. He worked through the night, finally making a little bit of progress towards dawn. He was startled when his alarm went off at six to alert him that his patient needed more potions.
Turning off the alarm, he went into his private quarters to tend to his bed-ridden patient.
"Potter! What on earth are you doing awake?" he said as soon as he reached the doorway. Harry was sitting upright in the bed, looking relieved.
"Um, professor, would I be able to get out of bed long enough to go to the loo?" the teenager asked shyly.
Making up his mind to set an alarm to show him whenever Potter needed him once his student was comfortable again, Snape responded, "Yes, if you are willing to consent to the fact that I am going to have to go to with you in order to steady you on your feet, then yes you may."
Snape gently slid his hand underneath the boy's arm so that he could steady him when Harry stood up, which Harry promptly leaned into.
"Slowly, don't go to quickly," the Potions Master warned, thankful that there was a bathroom connected to the little bedroom.
Slowly and carefully, they made their way over to the bathroom, with Snape supporting a good portion of Harry's weight.
Once they reached the bathroom, Harry tentatively asked, "Professor, could I, uh, have some privacy?"
"Yes, Potter, I am going to go just outside the room. However, don't try to go to far on your own. You are still very weak," the professor ceded.
"Thank you, sir," Harry answered, as he put some of his weight against the wall, still feeling unsure that he could stand without any support.
Once the boy was steady, Severus left the room and sat down on the edge of the boy's bed, thinking about what he should do for the day, and how best to take care of his patient.
Roughly ten minutes later, a unsure voice called from the bathroom, "Sir, you can come in now."
It took significantly longer to get Harry back to his bed because he was tired. He was still affected by the Dreamless Sleep Potion. Once Harry was back lying down in bed, the Potions Master did a quick check of the boy's condition.
"Fever of 102, concussion, throat infection," the small letters spelled out as they appeared in front of Severus.
"I believe you aggravated your condition slightly by getting up, but as long as your head doesn't hurt too much, you should be fine. I would like you to sleep for a few more hours and then we can have breakfast. I am going to go make you a potion for infections to try to help your throat infection but first you need to sleep," Snape gently told the barely awake boy, and with a quick flick of his wand, blood-replinsher, pain and fever-reducer potions were spelled into Harry's stomach. Severus was glad that it was his last dose of the blood-replinsher potion.
Within seconds, Harry was asleep once more and Snape went back to his potions lab.
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