AN:Thank you to everyone who reviewed. Sorry about the delay in updating! Everything still belongs to JK Rowling, not me.

Madame Pomfrey was having a difficult morning dealing with one of the only two patients in her Hospital Wing. One was the usually sour Potions Master and the other was the Boy-Who-Defeated-Voldemort. The nickname had been recently acquired, thanks to this morning's Daily Prophet. Both patients had recently awoken.

"G'Morning, Professor," Harry mumbled, barely awake despite the bright sunlight streaming through the windows.

"Good Morning, Mr. Potter," Snape said, before he attempted to get out of bed to go to the loo.

"You still sick, Severus and are in no condition to be getting out of bed, for any reason. Since you have broken this rule multiple times, do you have a good reason why I shouldn't use a sticking charm on you?" Madame Pomfrey lectured, as she came out of her office.

"Poppy, I merely wish to get up for a few minutes, " Severus stated calmly, as he gracefully swung his legs over the side of the bed.

Knowing it was useless to argue with the man once he had made up his mind, she responded, "Severus, I'll make a deal with you. If you believe that you can get up, without requiring any assistance, you may do so. However, if you end up requiring assistance, you will receive that sticking charm. Deal?" Poppy asked, while she performed a cushioning charm on the floor right underneath his bed.

"Deal," he muttered before attempting to put weight on his fragile legs. As Poppy expected, and Severus had feared, he promptly crumpled onto the floor.

"Must you always not listen Severus?" she scolded as she gently picked him up and placed him back on the bed. The cushioning charm had done its work and he was uninjured from his lack of judgment. With a quick flick of her wand, a privacy screen and a silencing charm surrounded his bed, and, with another flick of her wand, a bedchamber appeared in Severus' bed.

She quickly slipped out of the privacy screen surrounding the Potions Master's bed and moved over to check on Harry. Secretly, she was thrilled that Severus was back to arguing with her because it meant that he was feeling considerably better.

A quick flick of her wand told her that Harry's magical core was almost replenished and his temperature returned to normal. She was satisfied to release him after lunch.

"How are you feeling this morning, Harry?" she gently asked as she straightened his covers.

"Much better, thank you," Harry cheerfully replied. He felt considerably better and the prospect of living with Sirius over the holidays instead of the Dursley's, now that Voldemort was gone, greatly relieved him. Harry now felt like a new person with the weight of defeating Voldemort off of his shoulders.

While Harry was contemplating how his life was going to change with the removal of his life-long enemy, Madame Pomfrey was getting Severus settled in. He still had the upper respiratory infection but that was slowly getting better. His magical core has also been restored and overall he was feeling better, enough to argue with Poppy again.

"Poppy, I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself. I might still have a lung infection but I am more than able of recovering in my own quarters. I appreciate how much you have helped me but--,"

"Severus, no buts! I told you I would apply that sticking charm and I will. I will take care of you, although you will be moved to the mini-Hospital Wing very shortly. Can't you just celebrate the defeat of You-Know-Who and remove the snarky attitude?" she finished with a glare.

That comment stopped Snape in his tracks. He was free, finally free, from the Dark Lord. No longer did he have to bend to his wishes or be tortured or act as a spy. He could now quit teaching if he so pleased, travel the world, brew potions, or simply be content. Now, he was staring at his arm where his Dark Mark had vanished, leaving behind a slight scar.

"Severus, are you okay?" Madame Pomfrey curiously inquired, as Harry curiously looked on from behind her.

"I just realized, I'm free Poppy! I am free from Voldemort!" he said, a smile lighting up his face, as if he had forgotten that he had said almost the exact same thing the previous night.

A satisfied smile slowly spread across the stern Healer's face and she went over and hugged the man she had come to respect. "Yes, Severus you are," she whispered, tears forming in her eyes.

Albus was having a difficult morning. The Headmaster was absolutely thrilled that Voldemort had been defeated, however, both the Daily Prophet and the Ministry were hounding him for details. Details that the Headmaster didn't have. At breakfast, he had cancelled classes for the rest of the week, citing an important event that would be clear by the day's end and set up a Hogsmeade day for that Friday. Most of the students didn't really care why they had just been given almost a week off but rather had rapidly started chatting amongst themselves, planning.

Slowly, Albus had made his way over to the Hospital Wing to find out more about what happened the previous night. He easily swung open the large oak doors and was surprised to find that Severus and Harry, both of whom were like sons to him, occupying the two closest beds to the doors.

"Good morning, my boys. How are you feeling?" he enquired politely as he sat down the edge of Harry's bed.

"Wonderful, sir," Harry answered, which was then promptly echoed by Snape.

"I have cancelled classes for the rest of the week in order for the news to sink in for everyone and to celebrate the fact that he is gone. However, later on today, I am going to need to do a press conference for the Daily Prophet and others, as well as file all the formalities with the Ministry. In order to do this, I need some additional details of how you two accomplished this wonderful feat," the headmaster said solemnly even though inside he felt like jumping for joy.

"They will be able to tell over breakfast or after breakfast. However, they are both still recovering and need their nourishment," the Healer stated sternly.

"Of course, Poppy," and with a flick of his wand, three full breakfasts appeared. Poppy disappeared back into her office and the other three tucked in. After a filling meal, Severus and Harry told their story. Their exact words were copied down by a quill, which Harry watched as Severus charmed it. He still had a deep mistrust for charmed quills but watching his two teachers perform the magic, and after a promise from the Headmaster that he would be able to read the transcript, Harry consented to the quill being used.

Harry began the story of how he and Professor Snape managed to work together in his head to defeat the once powerful Dark Lord. The Headmaster told them that later in the afternoon he would hold a press conference but would ensure that the accurate story reached the press; Rita Skeeter was not allowed near Hogwarts or Hogsmeade any longer.

Severus and Harry spent the rest of the day in the mini Hospital Wing playing chess, napping and getting to know each other. The usually strong and proud Potions Master was still weak from his illness, however. Later in the evening, the Medi-Witch did a check of Harry and allowed him to leave the Hospital Wing.

"Mr. Potter, your magical core has recovered and unless you are feeling any lingering side effects, you are well enough to leave," stated Madame Pomfrey as she transfigured the boy's hospital outfit into his school uniform.

"Thank you, Madame Pomfrey," he replied as he practically bounced out of the bed. When he reached the doorway, he turned around to look at his sleeping Potions professor. "Sir, I hope you feel better. Thank you for helping me," he said in a small voice, thinking that his gratidude went unheard. Madame Pomfrey smiled to herself in her office.

AN: Thank you for reading! I am having a bit of trouble deciding where I want this story to go, so if you have an idea, please tell me!