AN: Thanks to everyone who reviewed. Everything still is JK Rowling's.

With a quick flick of his wand, an alarm was set around the boy to alert Snape should Harry need anything or wake. Leaving Potter's room, as Snape was starting to call it in his head, he went to go sit in front of his fireplace to mull some things over. First, he set his alarm to notify him when to give his patient the next set of potions, because he had a tendency to get lost in his thoughts.

Suddenly his mark began to burn. Quickly accioing his Death Eater garb, he called for Dobby and asked the little elf to sit with Harry while he was gone, telling him that should Harry have a problem to go directly to the Headmaster.

Before he darted to the Apparation point, he touched his wand to a silver phoenix pendant, a communication device Albus had invented specifically for him. Once he activated it, Albus not only knew he was going to the meeting but could see and hear everything as if he was Severus.

Arriving at the location, he quickly bowed down and kissed the hem of the Dark Lord's robes. After he stood, he realized he was the only one besides Voldemort in the room, not usually a good thing.

"Severussss, it has been a while. While you and I both know that means a short torture session for you, first I want to hear of any news from Hogwarts and the old fool and give you a list of potions to make. Then we can have our little fun," Voldemort greeted his spy.

"As you wish, my lord. The Potter boy seems to have become ill as he fainted in my classroom yesterday but I have not seen the boy since. No doubt Madame Pomfrey had fixed him up and sent him on his way already. Albus spends way too much time worrying over the boy and not enough on the war," Snape answered silkily.

"Potter is ill? What excellent news! I think I shall send him a Get Well vision. What do you think Severus?" the Dark Lord asked, clearly amused.

"That is a wonderful idea, my Lord," Snape responded, hating the creature in front of him more each time he answered his Mark.

"Accio whip," Voldemort called, while Severus paled.

"Don't worry my little spy, you will be in excellent condition for next weekend's Revel. I just wanted to give poor little Harry a vision of his most hated professor being tortured a nice muggle way and besides, putting people under Crucio gets boring day after day. Oh, before I get carried away, here is a list of potions I need by next weekend," explained Voldemort.

Two hours later, a bleeding and barely conscious Potions Master made it to the gates of Hogwarts, where Albus was waiting for him. Upon seeing the Headmaster was in front of him, Severus gave in to the pain and blood loss and passed out at the Headmaster's feet.

The next time Severus awoke, it was just before dinner time, he was lying in his bed and he heard soft whispers from the room next to his. Tentatively, he croaked, "Albus?"

Instead of Albus, Poppy quickly went into Severus room, saying, "I see you are awake. How are you feeling?"

"Like I was tortured. And why, exactly, aren't you in London?," came the dry reply.

"What did he do to this time? Albus called me, you can't take care of Harry in your condition and I need to take care of you as well" was the tired Healer's reply.

"Used a Muggle method called a whip. Muttered something about sending a Harry a Get Well vision. Please tell me the boy didn't have a vision," whispered Severus through his pain.

Suddenly a cool vial was pressed to his lips and he heard an order "Drink, Severus. I know you are in pain and won't admit it. Is it alright if Albus or I apply a healing salve to your wounds?"

"Albus, please. But how is Harry?" he insisted.

"Harry is doing a lot better but he didn't mention anything about a vision, so I am not sure if he had one or not. I am perfectly capable of taking care of him, so I want you to rest and heal. You are not to get out of this bed until at least tomorrow morning, is that understood?" she glared at him.

"Yes, ma'am, but I would like to visit Harry at some point, please?" he pleaded.

"How can I deny you when you plead with me like that?" she teased him.

He relaxed into his bedding and quickly feel asleep, exhausted from his long night and even longer day. Now that he knew his patient was doing alright and he was pain free, he relaxed enough to fall into a deep slumber. He never noticed that Albus came in and applied the healing salve.

While Professor Snape had been in Voldemort's presence, Harry had the vision, just like the dark wizard had intended. Dobby had quickly called the Headmaster but nothing that they did could calm the boy. Neither of his caretakers had known that the reason the he was so inconsolable was because the man who had just shown so much kindness and willingness to listen to Harry's problems. Harry blamed himself for all of Voldemort's actions towards his professor. The headmaster finally called Poppy who gave the boy a sleeping potion, finally settling the boy down after the vision.

Harry had spent the afternoon quietly talking with Hermoine and Ron. The truth was that he really had just wanted to sleep but they seemed so excited to talk to him that he couldn't refuse. They talked about everything from Quidditch to classes to current events. The few things they never talked about were Harry's life with the Dursley's and .the nightmares he had.

Poppy didn't have the heart to wake the Potions Master for dinner and so she directly spelled a nutrient potion into his stomach. Harry, however, was still forced to eat dinner.

"Harry, its time to your friends to leave and time for you to eat. What would you like to eat?" Poppy gently asked the boy, knowing he had a long day.

"Do I have to eat, Madame Pomfrey? I would really rather sleep," he mumbled, clearly wishing he could just close his eyes and sleep.

"Can you just eat some soup for me, please? I realize you had a tough day but not eating will only make you weaker when you need your strength. Your throat feels better, does it not?"

"Yes, my throat feels better but my head is still pounding. Can I have a pain potion before I sleep?" he whispered, shutting his eyes against the bright light.

"Dobby," the healer called, "can you please bring me a bowl of soup for Harry?"

"Yes, Mistress Pomfrey," the elf squeaked, and in a minute later, a hot bowl of soup was sitting next to his bed.

"The faster you eat, the faster you may go to sleep," the witch sternly told him before disappearing into her office. The headmaster was sitting with Severus still.

After a few bites, Harry set the bowl aside and took his wand to uncharm the bed, so it laid flat again. Once it was flat and he was lying down, he feel asleep, wand still in hand and glasses still on his face.

By the time Poppy walked back into Severus' quarters, Harry was asleep, Severus was still asleep and Albus had gone back to his office. Sighing, she took Harry's glasses off magically before she pried the wand out of the boy's hand. She quickly set up a charm to alert her if Harry or Severus woke up before she retired back to her quarters.

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