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THE BOY WITH THE PIERCING BLUE EYES

Chapter 14 – Harry is sick

Harry felt horrible after seeing the memories. He would have never thought… oh, why did he do this?

Suddenly the contact broke. Snape fell against the wall like it all happened in just a second. The boy felt it was like eternity. Tears poured from his eyes and his face was frightened. He backed away until he reached the door.

"Harry, wait!"

The boy opened the door then slammed it hard. He did the same with his own door. He sat on his bed and started crying.

Severus stepped into the hallway and stopped at the door.

"Harry, please, open the door… We have to talk about this…"

There was no response so he sat down by the door. He sighed loudly and stared at the ceiling.

Inside, the boy behaved alarmingly. He started shivering like he was sitting in ice. His skin paled and looked vulnerable like a worn parchment. His eyes rolled back and he fell on the bed. The three spirits watching him panicked. James and Sirius tried to shake him, but they couldn't make physical contact so it was ineffective. Lily became hysterical then started crying and screaming.

"Severus! Severus, help him!" She shouted though she knew he can't hear her.

She flew through the wall where the wizard was sitting and he felt a cold shiver.

"Help him! HELP HIM!"

Something told him to go check on the boy. The door was closed so he started banging on it. When no answer came he tried to break down the door. He managed it on the second attempt. Severus found Harry lying on the bed like a rag doll, muttering and sweating. He brushed his hair away and cupped the boy's head in his hands. He shuddered when he saw the boy's suffering. He tried to wake the boy up.

"Harry! Harry, can you hear me? Wake up!"

The only response some unearthly growls were.

"Look at me!"

He seemed to obey. The two emerald eyes looked at him then turned into red.

It all happened in a moment. Harry leaned on his hand and grabbed Severus' neck with the other one. The teacher tried to free himself but Harry seemed to be stronger: he couldn't move him. An evil, twisted smile appeared on the boy's face when he saw his agony.

The three spirits backed away when they saw it. They shouted the boy's name but nothing happened.

Severus felt the grip tightening. The trembling hand that held him couldn't be that strong. He knew the Dark Lord attacked again but he wouldn't let anyone defeat him this time. Air barely reached his lungs and his head roared dangerously. At any moment, he would lose consciousness. He moved a little and could barely saw the boy. He felt like his bones were breaking…

"H…H-arry…" He groaned feebly. "L…le… Let… me…go… I'm no… not an…gry…"

For a moment the red eyes disappeared and the hand let go of the man's throat. Severus fell to the ground. He coughed and tried to breathe when he heard the boy's desperate screaming. The man got up dazed, but the world was still blurred in front of him. He stepped to the bed and hold Harry's hands to prevent him to damage himself. He could feel the struggling inside the boy's body. He was kicking and tossing and turning. He knocked everything from the night stand. Severus looked around: this room was really too small.

"Harry, calm down, I don't want to bind your hands!"

He stopped struggling but still trembled. The teacher used this to lift the boy. He fell immediately because the boy was heavy even though he was skinny. The man pulled his wand out and with a Mobilicorpus he levitated the boy to his own bedroom. Le laid him on the bed and tucked him in with all the comforters and blankets he could find, but Harry was still shivering.

He pulled his bag from under the bed and took out a vial with a white potion in it and made the boy drink it. He threw the vial away. Sirius read the label that said: "…potion to increase brain activity". Nothing changed but the shaking lessened and his screams decreased. His words were not coherent but indicated major pain.

Severus sat on the edge of the bed and leaned closer to him. He stroked his forehead but jerked his hand away when he felt the boy burning up.

"So that's why he is shivering…"

He jumped up and searched the room to find more blankets. He already took the ones from the boy's room. He ran through the corridor. The door of Dudley's room was open…

He stormed in but saw that everything was packed in the closets. He opened every door. A big pile of stuffed animals spilled out. He kicked them away then stopped and took a few. He ran back to the room, pulled the blanket from Harry and threw the toys on the boy.

He stood next to the bed watching the boy wrapped in blankets.

"At least this keeps him warm until I figure out something…"

Harry could only move his head because the blankets pinned his body down. He looked like he was having a terrible nightmare.

Snape went to the kitchen and with the first aid kit in his hand he apparated in the room.

"Have to take his fever down… have to take his fever down…" He muttered. He hoped the Muggle medicine will cure this magic induced fever. He used up every potion when he was sick.

He found the right pill and broke it into pieces; he gave it to the boy with some water. He placed a jug of fresh water on the table to keep the boy drinking.

"Accio wand!" He said and his wand flew into his hand. "Legilimens!" He said and closed his eyes to immerse in Harry's mind.

The boy gave up and no resistance could be found. He felt pity when he saw the disaster the Dark Lord made. Why didn't they start practicing what to do when this happened? He felt remorse. He found torn memories everywhere but the culprit was nowhere to be found.

"So you won't do the dirty work." He thought. "You let his own body destroy the boy…"

He opened his eyes. He stroked the boy's forehead and apparated to the kitchen. He picked up a few pots and placed them on the floor in the bedroom. He filled them with cold water and poured a little vinegar into them too. He took a few clean towels and put them into the pots. Then twisted them so they were not dripping. He uncovered the boy again and wrapped the cloth around his waist. The child gasped but couldn't protest. Severus did this to his legs too and gave him some trousers because the shorts he was wearing wouldn't keep him warm. It was a hard operation because he had no experience in the clothing of teenagers. He put a wet towel under the boy's neck and wiped his face too.

He heard a whistling sound coming from the commode. The two-ways mirror shined. He sighed annoyed.

"Severus Snape!" He shouted and didn't even stand up.

"Hi, it's me again." The same woman's voice said as the last time. "I forgot to tell you where to meet me at the stati…"

"NOT NOW!" The man said angrily.

"What is wrong?" The woman asked anxiously.

"He's sick…" Severus said thoughtfully. "Voldemort again…"

A small scream was heard from the mirror.

"I'll go there." The woman said resolutely.

"Don't even think about that! Harry would be dangerous to anyone who came near him carelessly. He almost strangled me…"

There was a small silence.

"Are you all right?"

"That doesn't matter." The teacher touched his neck.

"What exactly is wrong with him?"

"He has a very high fever…"

"Have you tried normal methods? Water with vinegar, lot of liquid…"

"Yes… and I gave him medicine too…"

"Good, that's all you can do. Wait a little; surely his fever will do down…"

"It's not a natural fever, it won't work!" The man exclaimed. "Voldemort caused it! How could any medicine work? He is hallucinating and mumbling… He is so hot that my hands are burning. It will destroy his heart…"

"Calm down!"

"Mine had never had anything like this…"

"SEVERUS!" The woman shouted. "Listen to me! I inform Dumbledore. You stay with him and watch how he reacts to the medicine. We will figure something out!"

The wizard didn't say anything.

"I'll be in touch. Be near the mirror!"

She didn't say anything else, so Severus thought she was gone from the mirror.

He stood up and rummaged in his bag but didn't find what he was looking for. He pulled out the books with the title of 'Rare, but useful potions from all kinds of magic' and 'How to make potions with non-magical ingredients?'. He picked up the first one and started looking for a recipe and searched for another one too. He looked at the ingredients and frowned. Then he opened the other book and looked for the ingredients he could not use now to replace with something he could find in the Muggle world.

He was thinking then apparated again. He was searching in the kitchen and took every spice from the shelves. He took the spoons too and rummaged among the dishes.

"Teflon… it can handle everything…"

He appeared in the room with a big pile of things and the spirits looked at this strangely.

He glanced at Harry.

"Mom…" He murmured. "Mom… where are you?"

The wizard put everything on the floor and sat on the edge of the bed. He replaced the clothes on the boy's body then stroked his cheek. He sees his mother… and asked for her…

He turned toward the dishes to start a potion. He made the table bigger and took an old oil lamp from the shelf and lit it with magic. He put the Teflon on a pan and looked at the instructions.

"Weasel hair?"

He looked out the window. It would be hard to find a weasel in this area. Then he remembered Arabella Figg living a few houses away.

"Stay put, Harry, I'll be right back!" He whispered.

"Where is he going?" Lily asked.

Severus apparated into the old woman's house.

"Arabella!" He shouted. No answer. "Arabella!"

No one appeared. The house was empty. The man sighed and looked for the woman's magical things to find something useful. He found some things in the cupboard and heard a strange snort from behind him. He turned around carefully and found the chained Buckbeak. He was so startled he almost dropped everything.

"What is this doing here? Is this guarding the house?"

He found dead rodents in front of the animal. The hippogriff swallowed one of them.

"That is mine!" The wizard said. The animal seemed to suspect that he would take it away from him so it waved his wings menacingly. "Hey! Get away! I need that!" He said and threw a pillow at the animal making it more irritated.

But while the animal struggled with the cushion he stretched out his hand.

"Accio weasel!"

The dead animal threw into his hands and when he realized that it was smelly he dropped it and shook his hands. He cut a few hairs from it and kicked the weasel back to Buckbeak.

"Here, you can eat it now!"

When he checked that he collected everything needed he apparated and found himself near Harry's bed. He washed his hands and checked the boy.

"Harry." He said quietly. "Can you hear me?"

The boy turned his head toward him but no emotions were seen on his face. Severus thought he just moved towards the sound.

He changed the wet clothes again. They were all hot.

He rearranged the ingredients on the table, filled two containers with some liquid but he could only work with one of them because he had only one source of fire: a potion to handle the affects of magical illnesses like fever. He chopped everything he needed. Fortunately, Mrs. Dursley had a lot of spices in her kitchen. While he was stirring he looked back at the boy to make sure he was okay.

He couldn't see but Lily was crying on the boy's shoulder and her husband was stroking Harry's head. Sirius was sitting on the far end of the bed feeling utterly useless. He looked at his suffering godson then at Snape who did everything he could, but Sirius wanted some kind of miracle from the man.

One and a half hours later the potion was streaming and the smell of cinnamon filled the room. Severus sat next to the boy from time to time, and then started pacing in the room. He looked at the bubbling potion angrily: it had to cool for another eight hours.

When Harry started trashing again he pulled a chair next to the bed and tried to keep him going. He knew the night will be long and horrible…

The moon was on the sky when Severus looked at the clock. It was two in the morning when the potion was ready. He poured it into a glass and ran to Harry's room to get an alarm clock. He set it on ten to give the boy the potion. He started making the other one. This was necessary to keep himself awake as long as possible. He yawned and his sight was blurry because of fatigue. When he put the potion to brew he sat in the chair and held Harry's hand to stay awake. He tried to rub his eyes and blink but finally he fell asleep…

Harry's eyes snapped open. He sat up and sighed. His parents hoped that everything was all right, but the devilish smile on the boy's face made them shiver.

The boy got up and went to the table. He almost fell and knocked the table but his teacher didn't wake up. He watched the sleeping man with a satisfied smile and grabbed the knife from the table.

"Kill him!" He heard in his head.

He took a few feeble steps toward the chair and grabbed its back rest. For a minute he watched with cold eyes how the man slept…

"Harry, what are you doing?"

"Put the knife down!"

"Harry! Harry, don't hurt Severus!" His loved ones shouted.

The boy watched the blade gleaming with delight and moved the knife toward Severus.

Suddenly a tremor ran through his body.

"What am I doing?" He said confused.

He felt pain in his heart and almost collapsed.

"No…" He groaned weakly. "You can fight the Imperius curse…" He shook his head. "I can't let…"

"Kill him!" The command came again.

"No!" He wailed.

Severus woke up when he heard a dull thud and something spilled on his face. The boy was lying on the floor before him with his eyes open and a cut on his right forearm. He stood up and lifted the boy to put him on the bed. All the while wondering what had happened. He found something on the floor. A bloody knife.

"Harry!" He cried. "Hold on, okay?"

He tore his shirt apart and wrapped the boy's arm with it and with the rest of it he started wiping the blood.

"Why is the cut on his right hand? Why on the right hand?" He asked himself.

He looked at Harry's right hand and found ink on it.

"You are right handed…" He said. "Then…" He sighed. "This is why the wound is not deep. You couldn't do it properly with your left hand…"

His potion to help blood clotting diminished after the stab wound Harry got, but it was enough to fix this injury. His hands were trembling so badly that he broke the vial when he wanted to open it. The glass cut his finger but nothing fell into the potion. He massaged the potion into the wound with his finger and felt something strange.

He heard an angry man shouting.

"No!"

He closed his eyes and searched for the source of the sound. He knew it was the evil being that possessed the boy's body and it was fleeing because of his touch. He looked at his own hand. The cut was still bleeding and it came into contact with the wound. What could it mean? When Voldemort cut the boy's mind from everyone it is possible to reach him through blood…?

He didn't have enough time to think about this, because the other potion made sounds indicating that it's ready. He poured it into a jar and put it on the windowsill to let the sun shine on it. That will make it better…

"Come on!" He muttered angrily watching the clock. Another half an hour and the potion for the fever will be ready.

Harry was tossing and crying. It made his heart ache.

"Dad! Dad… teach me to fly!"

Lily covered her mouth and cried but James suffered more.

"Dad, where are you? Don't go! Sirius, where's dad?"

Severus' eyes trembled. He sniffed and stood up because he couldn't stand the boy's suffering. He had these hallucinations in the last couple of hours and his fever didn't go down. He paced in the room impatiently.

"Sirius!" Harry reached his hand. "Don't leave me!"

The man gulped and knelt in front of his bag. He pulled out a vial with a greenish potion in it with shaking hands and an empty one. Well, almost empty: a few dark brown hairs were in it. Severus took them out and put them in the potion. He shook it and drank it all. A terrible nausea came as always when he drank polyjuice potion. He dropped the vial and it rolled under the bed. He had to grab the night stand to stay on his feet. He felt his hair becoming longer and turning to brown. He didn't want to look in the mirror first, but when he opened his eyes, Sirius Black looked back at him.

The spirits looked at him in shock and Sirius' mouth was wide open.

"What the… what is he doing?"

Severus stepped to the bed and sat next to Harry.

"Harry, can you hear me? Open your eyes!"

The boy obeyed.

"Harry, calm down, I'm here with you." He whispered.

"Sirius… you're here…" The boy said gratefully. "Please don't leave…! I'm so scared!"

"I'll stay with you… But then…"

The alarm rang. Severus turned it off and poured the potion into a glass.

"Drink this." He lifted Harry's head. "You'll feel better…"

"Promise?"

The man smiled.

"Promise…"

"When… I feel better… would you take me… to Scotland to… see the dragons?"

A tear rolled down the real Sirius' face.

"I…" Severus stuttered. "I…I'll take you…" He didn't sound convincingly. "Accio dragon!" He whispered pointing his want to the direction of the boy's room.

When the boy struggled he knocked the mini dragon from the shelf. The one he received during the Triwizard Tournament. It was sleeping on the floor now. It woke up when something dragged it by its tale. It landed in Severus' hand. It roared in protest but when the man put it on Harry's chest it calmed down. A happy smile appeared on Harry's face.

"Dragon…"

The animal laid down purring.

"Go to sleep now, Harry." He stroked the boy's head.

The child nodded and closed his eyes. He let himself be tucked in and fell asleep.

Severus was so relieved he thought he would sink in his chair. He felt terrible to look like his hated rival, but when the hour passed he turned back.

Harry didn't see that, he was sleeping like someone hit him in the head. His teacher didn't move from him. He just sat on the bed or next to it and watched the boy.

Slowly the other potion was ready too. Severus put it next to him and drank a little from time to time.

"He doesn't eat or sleep. He just sits there… how can he do that?" James looked at him with admiration after two days.

"It must be because of the potion he always drinks…"

"It would have been good if we had this potion when we had to study…" Potter mused.

Lily smiled.

"How can you think about this? You were head boys: I don't think you needed this potion… Right, Sirius?"

Black, however, was unusually quiet after the dragon incident. Severus sacrificed his pride, put aside his old grudges and drank that potion to look like him so he can make Harry heal faster. This… it was hard to confess even to himself but he started to respect the overgrown bat…

Next morning Severus felt terrible. He was up for a few days now and he experienced two murder attempts and made two complicate potions. It had its affect on his body and he was barely 'alive' now. He sat on the edge of the bed like a hunchbacked gnome and started in front of him like he was about to receive his sentence of death.

The dragon paced on Harry's stomach with his head held high. It looked funny and Severus sometimes found himself smiling at the silly mascot.

A little after nine o'clock in the morning Harry started stirring. He moaned softly, gasped when he moved his injured hand and opened his eyes. Everything was blurry first. Then he realized that his contact lenses were so dirty he couldn't see anything. He couldn't take them out in the last couple of days… he blinked a few times and found Snape leaning over him.

"How do you feel?" He asked eagerly.

"I don't know… weird… my head hurts…"

Severus sighed in relief.

"Let me see!" He touched the boy's forehead, chest and was happy to see the fever was gone. "Good…" He said with satisfaction and tried to smile, but his eyes filled with tears.

He embraced the child.

"I hate sick kids!" He said bitterly and Harry smiled. "There is so much trouble with sick kids! I though you're going to die…"

The boy didn't know what to say. He sat up and the dragon almost fell to the floor.

"You saved my life… again…" He said with a smile. "I… thank you…"

Severus wiped his face.

"How long I've been… in this condition? I… I don't remember anything… just… that I had a dream about Sirius…"

The real and the fake Black smiled.

"He promised to take me to Scotland… weird, huh?"

"Yeah… Now eat and drink a little, otherwise your body will weaken…" The teacher pointed at the tray full of cookies and chocolate with tea. He looked around the room while he ate.

"You made a nice potions lab out of this room…" He grinned.

"Ah, don't mention… I've never done a job this messy…" He looked at the table with the dirty things on it. "Suvickus!"

Everything became clean.

"And the toys?"

"I took them from your cousin's room to keep you warm…and they are soft…"

"I've never had toys…" The boy said sadly. "Hm, dragon!" He grinned when he saw the little beast. "Uh, I sat on its tail! I'm sorry!" He said and leaned closed. "Ah, thank you!" He took the liquid and the box of the contact lenses from the man. "I thought my eyes are going to pop out…"

He pulled the lenses out, drank a large cup of tea and laid back to sleep.

"Give me a blanket." Severus groaned and sat on the floor.

He pulled the soft blanket on him, turned to his side and fell asleep immediately…

He woke up because he felt hot. He turned and swung his arm away but it fell on a toy and it made a high beeping sound. Severus shuddered in fright, sat up and squeezed the toy.

"Don't hurt that one!" He heard Harry's voice. The boy was sitting next to him on the floor, his chin propped. "When I was little I always wanted to have one of those, but they bought it to Dudley…"

Snape reluctantly gave the penguin to the boy.

"Aren't you hungry, sir?" The boy grinned. Their stomach growled. "I ordered a small dinner…" He pulled four boxes of pizza in front of them. "Have you ever eaten pizza? If you have, that must have been nothing compared to this!" He sat up. "Rodrigo makes the best pizza around here!"

"Okay, but four boxes?" The teacher frowned.

"We'll eat it all up in the blink of an eye! Here! Get started, before it gets cold!"

Severus sat up and smoothed back his hair. He looked at the recipe of the potion he gave to Harry while he ate.

You will experience over-exhilaration when the patient gets his/her strength back. The bay is the most common ingredient of truth serums with a reason: the patient will not be able to lie easily for a few days…

The man smiled at the slice of salami pizza and listened to the hyperactive teenager's speech…

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