AN: Anybody got tickets for the cursed child? I got mine at 11.30 PM finally after having been in the queue for 11.30 hours, but I am really happy.

Well anyway, here is the new chapter, thanks to everyone who reviewed the last one!

The next day Snape let Harry sleep in for a bit, since the day before had been quite stressful and full of events. Harry, still being asleep, gave Snape the chance to read the books he had ordered. They had only come in last night, so he had not really had a chance to read them yet. However, the part he had read so far was quite useful he thought. It was obvious that the process of healing wasn't a straight line up, but would contain ups and downs, but Snape was prepared to help Harry with this.

Snape had just finished the chapter about structure, when Harry softly opened the door.

"Ah Harry, I see you are awake, how did you sleep?"
"I haven't slept this good for ages sir, thank you", Harry said with a half smile on his face.
Snape wasn't surprised; he could only imagine what size bed would fit in a small cupboard like the one Harry had slept in. The boy had also looked exhausted yesterday, so that would contribute to it as well.
"Glad to hear that, Harry. Why don't we have a simple breakfast and after that head for the infirmary? Madame Pomfrey requested to do another check up. We can have a look after that how we are going to spend the rest of the day."
"Okay, sir. Shall I set the table?" Harry wasn't excited to go to the infirmary, but didn't think he would be able to get rid of the appointment.
"If you wouldn't mind, after that I will show you the way most wizards and witches get their food."
While Harry set the table, Snape put the book he was reading securely away.
When Harry was finished, Snape walked over to him.
"Have you read the part about house elves yet Harry?" He knew Harry had read for a bit before he went to bed, but he wasn't sure how far he had come yet.
"No sir, I haven't yet. I stopped reading at the part … (?), before I went to bed."
"Well I will try to explain it then. Food is one of the few things that a wizard can't transfigure; that's why most people have a house elf working for them. These house elves are usually in service of one family, but like at Hogwarts, they are working for the school. Every teacher at Hogwarts has one personal house elf assigned to him, who can bring him food if a teacher isn't up to having food in the Great Hall.
My personal house elf is Sandy. If I call Sandy she will come and take my order and bring me some food. Would you like to meet Sandy?"
"Yes sir." Said Harry curiously
"Sandy, can you come please."
Harry heard a pop and saw a small creature with rather big ears standing in front of him.
"Sandy, meet Harry Potter. Harry, this is Sandy."
"I am pleased to meet you Master Potter."
Harry found it a bit uncomfortable being called Master, but didn't say anything about it.
"I am pleased to meet you as well Sandy."
"Can I do anything for you Master Snape?" Sandy asked
"Harry and I would like some breakfast, some porridge with fruit and tea would do."
"Of course master." And with a pop Sandy was gone.
Harry still looked astonished at the place where Sandy had stood.
"Fascinating creatures aren't they Harry? You will learn that we have many magical creatures that aren't known in the muggle world."
A moment later, food …. On the table.
"Ah let's have breakfast" Snape said, walking to the table. He wasn't used to eating late in the morning and was actually getting quite hungry.
Harry didn't say much during breakfast and Snape was okay with that. He had read in the book that it could take up to a month for children to get adjusted to a new guardian, and so he would patiently wait for the moment Harry would start to adjust.

After breakfast, Snape and a reluctant Harry walked to the infirmary.
Harry had tried to talk himself out of it, but Snape wasn't one for changing his mind and especially not with anything as important as this.
When they arrived in the infirmary, Snape knocked on the office door and the mediwitch walked out.
"Ah Professor Snape, Harry good to see you. I assume you are here so I can check up on young Harry?"
"That's indeed the reason why we are here."
"Well come and sit on the nearest bed Mr. Potter"
Harry struggled climbing on the bed, but wasn't really succeeding due to the years of malnourished which caused Harry to be small and not particularly strong. Snape saw it and silently cast a spell to lower the bed a little bit. Harry now succeeded at climbing on the bed and Poppy gave him a small approving nod.
I will quickly cast a diagnostic spell on you and after that I will do another couple of tests and then you can go.
The tests altogether took no longer than 10 minutes. Harry patiently waited. The spells didn't hurt as he had expected, but felt rather ticklish.
After Harry was done and Madame Pomfrey was happy with the results she released Harry under the condition that he would keep eating enough, take his potions and would come back next Sunday, so she could do another check up.

Snape and Harry took a seat at the kitchen table and Snape ordered some tea and fruit.
"Why don't you go and read "Introduction to the wizarding world" for about an hour and when you are finished you can give me a summary of these chapters."
"Okay sir."
"And what do you do if you have any questions?"
Harry's first thought was to say not to ask, but didn't think his new guardian would be happy with that answer. "Come and ask?" Harry asked.
"That's right Harry. Don't be afraid to learn. Now go to your room and start reading." Snape said.
Snape had seen the boy doubting how to answer his question, but was happy that the boy knew to come and ask questions.

While Harry was reading the book, Snape decided to go and make a schedule for Harry. He had read in his book that structure would benefit a child adjusting to a new guardian, and he did indeed think that it would help Harry knowing what to expect. While Snape was writing the schedule, Harry didn't come out of his room to ask a question. He was slightly disappointed, but hadn't expected anything else. The boy was taught not to ask questions, and these things didn't change in a day.
However, just as Snape finished writing his schedule, Harry came out of his room. He had a red head and was sweating slightly.
"Are you finished reading Harry?" Snape asked looking at his watch. He saw it was about one and a half hour since he had sent Harry to his room.
"Yes sir, I am."
"Well start your summary then."
Harry started talking, explaining the differences between the types of wizards. While explaining, Harry started to stutter and became more and more sweaty.
Snape was trying to figure out what was happening to Harry. Just when he wanted to stop Harry, Harry started to hyperventilate. Snape did not have much experience with this, but tried the best he could.
"Calm down Harry, keep breathing, breath with me." And so Snape sat next to Harry while trying to calm him down. After about 10 minutes Harry's breathing became more normal, but now the first tears started streaming out of his eyes. Snape had even less experience with this. Students would never come and cry to the evil dungeon bat, but now he had a ten-year-old boy sitting next to him starting to cry. Snape didn't know what to do, but did the only thing that his intuition told him and that was to take the boy on his lap and let him cry for a bit.
The crying slowly became less and he felt an even breathing boy on his lap. When he looked at Harry he saw that he had fallen asleep. Slowly Snape got up and lifted Harry to his bed. There he was, the evil dungeon bat was now lifting a ten-year-old boy to his bed, after having calmed him down for 20 minutes.

When Harry was in bed Snape decided to have a strong cup of tea and think about what he had learned from this. He also decided to keep a diary with things about Harry, things Harry should develop, things Harry liked and everything that Snape did not want to forget or wanted to work on. He started off with writing that Harry needed help with reading and the panic attack he just had. He started thinking what could have triggered it, but could not come up with another reason than insecurity. He wrote it down, put the diary down and started reading the book.