“NO, YOU CAN’T DO THIS, YOU CAN’T HURT THEM, LEAVE THEM ALONE!”
Snape jerked up from his slumber, his body was aching all over, damn it, he slept in his chair again. Potter was lying on the ground at Snape's feet, thrashing about, his brown hair as soaked and matted to his forehead.
“Shit”.
Snape threw himself off the chair and came to the boy's side, trying to get a hold of his wrist. Only to notice something, cuts.... The boy had cut himself. Snape hissed as if he were to be in pain as he managed to grab Potters wrist. “Potter, wake up!” He tried to shake the boy, but he not too hard, he didn’t want to hurt him. It took about twenty minutes until Potter was awake.
“What happened?”
“You had a nightmare, that’s what happened”.
Snape drawled out as he got up from the floor, glaring down at the boy, “can you see anything?”
“No, it’s dark”.
Snape cursed to himself before going over to the sink, wetting another cloth, “it’s taken affect, don’t open your eyes”, Snape said quickly as he returned to the boy's side and placed the cloth on Potters eyes once again.
“Thanks, I’ll head to the dorm now”.
The boy made to get up, but Snape had grabbed him roughly by the shoulder, “you’re not going anywhere”.
“But I have to, you can’t look after –“.
“I made this potion, Poppy can’t do anything but be my assistant at the moment, so I have full responsibility for you, now get back on the couch and don’t think about leaving”.
Snape watched carefully as Harry made his way up the couch, holding the cloth to his eyes, “will I get my eye sight back?”
Snape had no clue about that, he just hoped so. He sighed and moved over to the window, looking around. It was quite nice this place, Snape hadn’t looked at Hogwarts this way, he should do it more often.
“Professor?”
“What?”
Snape rolled his eyes in anger after having his moment broken off, “can I have a drink please?”, Snape was going to tell the boy to get it himself but realized otherwise. He growled before grabbing a glass of water. Potter had gone to grab the cup, but Snape had stopped him, “I'll give you the drink after you tell me about the cuts on your wrist”. Snape could see that he had struck a nerve when Potter froze, “I don’t know what you’re talking about”.
“Don’t fool around with me Potter, I saw the cuts when you were flailing around like an idiot on the floor only a few moments ago”.
Potter didn’t respond, “Potter?” The boy looked away from him, “you won’t be able to run away from me because you’re... Temporarily blind, now speak up”.
Snape found that he like cornering the boy, it made him feel so much better. Potter turned to Snape and went to grab the glass again, but Snape put the glass down and wrapped his hand around the boys.
“What’re you doing?”
He heard the weak question escape the boy's lips, “checking how bad your cuts are”, but before Snape could do anything, the boy had ripped his wrist out of Snape's.
“Leave me along, I never asked for your help”.
“I don’t care, now give me your wrist”.
“You don’t care, so lay off”.
“Don’t be cheeky with me Potter, remember who the boss is here”.
“Dumbledore is”.
Snape sucked in some air, stopping himself from slapping the boy senseless, in all odds he grabbed Harry’s wrist, before whispering the freezing charm on the boy.
The cuts were bad, if the boy had gone down further then he would’ve lost the workings of his hand. Snape looked up at Potter, though the cloth was blocking the view he could sense fear.
“Potter... Who was in your dream, was it Voldemort?”
Harry froze but then slowly nodded, “who was he hurting?” Snape asked, he needed to know what the core was, “he was hurting Sirius”, Harry replied dully. Snape sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“You don’t cut anymore do you?”
“No, not anymore”.
“Don’t lie to me, Potter”.
“I’m not... I’m not lying, sir”.
Snape narrowed his eyes at the tensing teen, he sneered, but gently wrapped his hand around the boy's wrist, “if I find out you’re lying then there will be serious consequences, do you hear me?” The boy nodded. Snape had gotten up, “I'm gonna have something to eat, I’ve got noodles –“. Snape was cut short when Harry suddenly chuckled, “what’s so funny Potter?”
“Noodles, you eat noodles?”
“Well... Yeah, is there a problem?”
“No sir- I mean yes – wait, no there isn’ a problem –“.
“For crying out loud will you spit it out!”
Harry had jumped at the sudden outburst from the discontented teacher. When Harry didn’t say anything Snape sighed and began boiling the water, he’d use magic but didn’t feel like it right now. He got the noodles and poured the hot water in, “they’ll be done soon”, Snape said, once again he heard the boy giggle, and he sighed once more out of annoyance.
“What is it now, is it the noodles?”
“I’m sorry sir, but I can’t think of you eating noodles, it just doesn’t suit you”.
Snape frowned at the boy, what did the boy think he ate? Well, certainly not the noodles all the time, he’d have it on rare occasions, mainly on really cold days like today. “Well... I eat noodles on cold days okay”. That seemed to crack the boy up, even more, Snape couldn’t help but just stand there, clueless. Hearing the boy laugh had shocked him, he had seen Potter smile but never heard him laugh. When the laughter died down Snape had grabbed two forks and brought the noodles over.
“You don’t have to feed me, sir”.
Snape shoved the fork into Potters grip, “good”, he said, “I wasn’t planning to”. Snape watched as Harry had brought the noodles to his mouth, but his hands were shaking, the potion was still taking its toll on him. He waited until the boy ended up dropping the fork. “For god sake Potter”, Snape had conjured up another fork and a little table to place Harrys and his own cups of noodles on top. He began feeding the boy, “thanks”, he heard the audible whisper and Snape couldn’t help but smile. Potter couldn’t see him, so he’d best act as casually as he could.