Upon Don's introduction of Pamela to Harry, the Healer gracefully excused himself from the room and walked into the adjoining chamber where Severus and Minerva awaited. As he crossed the threshold, he was greeted by the pair's knowing grins. Arching an eyebrow inquisitively, Don approached and casually perched on the armrest of the plush sofa.

Severus, with a mischievous glint in his eye, arched an eyebrow in response. "It's quite evident you're smitten with her."

Caught off guard, Don swiftly reached over to turn off the speaker connecting the two rooms, masking his shock at the turn this conversation had taken. It was a rare occasion for Severus to pry personal information out of him, and truthfully, Don found it disconcerting. He inwardly scoffed at the idea of playing dumb but decided to give it a shot.

"Severus, I haven't the slightest clue what you're implying," he said, hoping to deflect the conversation away from his personal life.

Minerva fixed her piercing gaze upon the Healer. "Don't feign ignorance. It's apparent you're quite taken with her. Your eyes practically shimmer with delight in her presence."

Don could only blush and avert his gaze, which prompted Severus to arch an eyebrow and look at him with curiosity. "Well, have you asked her out yet?"

The Healer's face still aflame, Don shot Severus a pointed glare. "No, Severus, I haven't. Would you like me to discuss your romantic escapades in Minerva's presence? Let's not forget that one woman a few years ago..."

As Don's voice trailed off, Severus stared at him in utter disbelief. "Don! That's a private matter!"

Peals of laughter erupted from Don as he took in the mortified expressions of Severus and a stunned Minerva. Turning his attention solely to Severus, Don inquired, "Have I made my point?"

Gradually, Severus emerged from his state of shock and nodded his agreement. He didn't want Minerva to know about that particular incident; it was embarrassing enough that it had occurred at all. "Very well, Don, you've made your point. However, don't assume I'll let this matter rest indefinitely."

Don sighed, aware that Severus wouldn't easily forget, but at least the topic was shelved for now. Severus had a penchant for dissecting every morsel of information, much like a dog persistently gnawing on a bone.

Shifting his focus, Don cleared his throat and addressed the primary reason for his visit. "Moving forward to the main issue I intended to discuss when I first arrived. As I mentioned to Harry, his reading ability is not quite on par with his classmates. He can read quickly and appears comfortable, but that's all he's doing. He isn't taking the time to absorb and retain the information. This is partially due to the brain damage, but it's also because he needs to slow down and process everything. This applies to all other aspects of his life as well - he should take a moment to contemplate his actions. Eager to satisfy everyone, he rushes to finish tasks, merely going through the motions."

Pausing for a deep breath, Don ensured that Severus and Minerva were fully engaged before continuing.

"Regarding his mathematical aptitude, it's surprisingly advanced, especially considering his reading skills. I recommend that, once Harry reaches his third year, he should consider pursuing Arithmancy. Perhaps, as he catches up with his peers, he could even explore the subject independently. I believe this would boost his confidence, ultimately benefiting his performance in other areas of study."

Both adults seated on the sofa nodded in agreement, but it was Minerva who voiced her concerns first. "How can we best support him in his classes?"

"Well, Pamela will be teaching him techniques to enhance his reading comprehension. In the meantime, however, when he's reading instructions from the board or a book, approach him and ensure he has read it carefully and grasped the content and requirements. This could very well be the root of his struggles in Potions—he's been unable to accurately interpret the instructions. Additionally, now that Harry will have proper glasses, it will greatly improve his ability to read the board."

Once more, Minerva and Severus nodded their understanding. Seeing their affirmation, the Healer continued.

"Would it be acceptable for Pamela to visit Hogwarts for an hour after school each day? This way, she can assist Harry in catching up to his peers and help him with his current assignments."

Minerva responded with a nod of approval. "There's a room adjacent to the Gryffindor common room that would be ideal for them. After Harry catches up it might even be worthwhile to establish a general study group for all students. I recall Hermione Granger pleading with me last year to initiate an official group."

Don nodded in agreement. "So, do you believe Harry should resume classes on Monday?"

As he posed the question, he directed his gaze at Severus, genuinely curious about the man's thoughts on Harry's return to class. While Don had spent considerable time with the boy, Severus had been present during the moments he was not and likely possessed a more accurate assessment of whether the child was truly ready to continue his studies.

Severus contemplated Don's question and eventually nodded in agreement. "I believe it's better for Harry to return to a normal schedule sooner rather than later. However, we should allow him to make the final decision based on his own feelings. I don't want to push him into something he's not prepared for, nor do I want to hold him back if he's ready."

Don nodded approvingly. He had anticipated Severus' response and was pleased with the sentiment. Allowing Harry, though still a child, to assert his feelings and make some decisions for himself would empower him and grant him a sense of control over his life and circumstances.

"I concur, Severus. It appears that Pam and Harry are wrapping up their session. Shall we join them?"

Severus and Minerva nodded in agreement, rising from the couch and following Don out of the room. Approaching the adjacent chamber, Don gently rapped on the door.

Pam answered and Minerva discreetly whispered something into Severus' ear, eliciting a soft chuckle. Don shot them a stern glance, but quickly redirected his attention to Pam and Harry, offering a warm smile. He had a hunch about Minerva's whispered comment but decided it was best to leave the matter undisturbed.

Pam returned Don's smile before directing her gaze to Harry and placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "So, Harry, what do you think of our plan?"

Harry offered a timid nod, and Pam tenderly squeezed his shoulder, providing reassurance. "Would you like to ask them the question you asked me?"

Blushing slightly, Harry shuffled his feet and stared at the floor. "When am I going back to classes?"

Don glanced at Severus, who nodded in response. He then crouched down in front of Harry, his eyes warm and understanding as he gently guided the boy's chin upward to meet his gaze, ensuring that Harry heard him fully.

"Harry, the decision is yours. It all depends on how you feel. If you're ready to return to school on Monday morning, you can, or you can wait a week to rest a bit more. Regardless of your choice, the room you have in my quarters will always be there for you. You can attend classes and return there at night if you wish or sleep in the dorms. That room will be available to you no matter what. Do you understand?"

Severus released Harry's chin, and the boy unexpectedly lunged into the man's arms. After a moment of surprise, Severus wrapped his arms around the child, holding him close, his heart swelling with compassion. He hadn't anticipated such a reaction from Harry, who he assumed would simply nod in response.

"Hey now Harry, everything is fine."

As Harry clung tighter to Severus, the man could feel the boy begin to tremble. Sensing the silent sobs that shook Harry's body, Severus carefully peeled the child back from his chest, looking into his tear-filled eyes.

"What's the matter, Harry?"

As Harry raised an arm to wipe away his tears, Severus gently stopped him, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket and placing it into the boy's hand.

"Use this instead, Harry. There's no need to dirty your new clothes. Now, please tell me what's troubling you so."

Harry complied, dabbing at his tear-streaked face with the handkerchief. Once finished, he shyly cast his eyes downward, fidgeting with the now damp cloth in his hands. His voice was barely audible, wavering with emotion as he spoke.

"I'm sorry, sir..."

As Harry's voice trailed off, Severus placed a gentle hand on the boy's cheek, his touch tender and reassuring. Harry leaned into the contact ever so slightly, finding solace in the unexpected warmth.

"Harry, I didn't ask for an apology. I just want to know why you're upset."

"I'm... I'm not upset," he hesitated, gathering the courage to continue. "It's just... I've never had a place where I've been wanted... and you... you really want me..."

Severus pulled Harry back into his arms as the boy started to cry softly again, his own heart aching for the child who had been deprived of love and belonging for so long.

"Oh, Harry," he murmured softly, vowing to make sure the boy knew he had people who truly cared for him.

Carefully, Severus scooped Harry up into his arms, mindful of his aching knees, and turned to look at Minerva and Don. Minerva was smiling warmly at the two, while Pamela stood beside Don, who was giving Severus an approving look.

Tilting his head slightly, Severus whispered softly into Harry's ear with a gentle tone. "Why don't we go have a little something to eat and then rest for a bit?" He then glanced up at Don, who acknowledged the suggestion and stepped aside, allowing Severus and Harry to move towards their room.

As the three remaining in the hallway watched Severus and Harry leave, Minerva turned to Don, her eyes filled with curiosity.

"Is that really the same Severus who, just last week, was cursing the boy's very existence?" Minerva asked incredulously, her eyebrows raised in surprise.

Still watching Severus's retreating back down the hall, Don nodded thoughtfully. "It is indeed. People can surprise us in the most remarkable ways, and change can be a powerful force."

Pamela casually draped an arm around Don's shoulder, her closeness causing the Healer to blush slightly. She leaned in to whisper in his ear, her voice both teasing and concerned, "You may be able to fool Minerva, but I can hear the hint of sadness in your voice. You're talking to Quin tonight before you confront those Muggles. Understood?"

Don merely nodded, the lingering blush a testament to his embarrassment and vulnerability in the presence of his perceptive friend.

Pamela's eyes sparkled with playfulness as she asked, her tone lighthearted yet hopeful, "Oh, and about that dinner invitation I've extended so many times - are you ready to finally accept my offer?"

Surprised, Don turned to look at Pamela. "Tomorrow? I have a meeting with the Minister tonight."

Pamela smiled at Don. "Only if you don't land yourself in jail. I know the muggles are in custody at the Ministry, and you're planning to speak with them. Please, don't do anything reckless."

"I promise I won't. I spoke with Albus this morning, and he agreed to accompany me and ensure I don't do anything... violent. He even offered to hold onto my wand for safekeeping while we're there, just in case. I think I'll take him up on that offer."

Pamela nodded approvingly, while Minerva, who had been observing the exchange with curiosity, decided to chime in. Her keen hearing had allowed her to catch their whispered conversation, and her mischievous side couldn't help but poke through.

"May I accompany you?" Minerva inquired playfully, her eyes fixed on Don with determination. "I have a few choice words I'd like to share with those utterly contemptible individuals."

Looking between Don and Minerva, Pam sighed and moved closer to Minerva, placing her hand on the woman's shoulder to send a touch of calming magic. Though Minerva wasn't showing it outwardly Pam could sense her anger flair and it wouldn't do for her to become too upset right now.

"Minerva, how about I show you some techniques to help Harry with his schoolwork while Don goes to the Ministry? That way, I won't be eating dinner alone since this stubborn man won't join me."

With a knowing grin, Minerva glanced at Don before sighing in mock resignation. "Alright, that sounds fine. But try to throw a hex at them for me, will you?"

Don let out a good-natured chuckle, appreciating Minerva's humor. "Believe me, if I could, I would. However, I have a feeling that Albus would disapprove, and in all honesty, it's likely for the best. Besides, we all know you'd hex them far better than I ever could."

Minerva nodded slowly, conceding the point. Sensing the moment to step in, Pam took the lead again. "I think it's about time we caught up with Severus and Harry, wouldn't you agree?" Her tone was light and persuasive, urging the others to refocus on the task at hand.

Don and Minerva agreed, and the trio began to follow the path Severus had taken with Harry in his arms.

Meanwhile, Severus and Harry had reached their room, and as the boy continued to weep, Severus gently placed him on the bed while sitting beside him. With a calming presence, he kept an arm around Harry, whispering reassuring words until the torrent of tears subsided into quiet sniffles.

Severus knew that Harry's emotional outburst was not only a result of feeling accepted but also due to sheer exhaustion from the long and trying morning.

As Harry reached for the damp handkerchief to wipe away fresh tears, Severus stopped him, summoning a warm washcloth instead to tenderly clean the boy's face. He was concerned that the wet and cold handkerchief might cause irritation rather than comfort. With the tears now dried, two trays laden with food appeared on the bed across from them.

Noticing the trays, Severus allowed a small smile to play on his lips as he spotted Don discreetly peeking around the doorway. The Healer was likely attempting to grant them a semblance of privacy while still keeping a watchful eye on the pair. Shaking his head in amusement, Severus rose from the bed and fetched one of the trays, placing it gently on Harry's lap.

"Start with some yogurt, Harry, and then enjoy the rest of your lunch, alright?"

With a subtle nod, Harry picked up his spoon, eager to savor the meal before him. Simultaneously, Severus retreated to his own bed, positioning the tray on his lap. Don sauntered in, accompanied by both Pam and Minerva. Upon noticing the glance Don cast in his direction, Severus rolled his eyes, but nevertheless indulged in a mouthful of food to appease the Healer.

Chuckling at Severus's theatrics, Don's smile broadened before he approached the man and took a seat beside him. Tenderly, he placed a hand on Severus's forehead, his expression shifting to concern as he detected the lingering fever he had hoped was long gone.

With a discreet and subtle gesture, Don caught Minerva's attention, silently urging her to engage Harry in conversation. He wished to examine Severus without interruption, and the wise witch instantly understood his intent. Swiftly, she approached Harry, drawing his attention away from the scene unfolding before him. Simultaneously, Pam joined them, taking a seat on the opposite side of Severus.

The dour man, now flanked by the two skilled Healers, exhaled a weary sigh as Pam relieved him of the tray laden with food. The absence of the meal signified that something was amiss. Within moments, Pam's hand came to rest on his forehead, her expression mirroring his concern. Meanwhile, Don retrieved a thermometer from a nearby table. Upon seeing the approaching medical instrument, Severus let out an audible groan of displeasure.

Unfazed by his patient's resistance, Don calmly held the thermometer in front of Severus's face. "Come on Severus. Open up."

If Severus's glare could have inflicted physical harm, Don would have found himself buried deep within the earth. However, after several withering stares and gentle coaxing from the persistent Healer, Severus begrudgingly allowed the cold glass tube to be placed beneath his tongue. As Pamela withdrew her hand from his forehead, the examination continued. Mere minutes later, Don removed the thermometer, his expression growing more troubled. Silently, he gestured for Pam to rise from her seat, then gently guided Severus to lie down upon the bed.

Once Severus was comfortably situated, Don regarded his patient with a puzzled expression. "Severus, are you not feeling well?"

Dismissing the Healer's concern, Severus retorted, "I feel perfectly fine, Don. I fail to see why you insist on making a fuss over nothing."

Don's brow furrowed as he studied Severus, certain that the man was concealing something. "Your well-being is far from trivial, Severus. I must conduct a comprehensive examination, as it's evident I overlooked something last night. Unless you'd prefer to tell me something?"

Severus averted his gaze, muttering something unintelligible under his breath. Sighing, Don exchanged a knowing glance with Pamela before focusing his attention back on Severus. He retrieved a set of pajamas from a side table and handed them to the patient. As he drew the curtains around the bed, Don offered some reassurance.

"You may change back into your regular clothes after the examination if it makes you more comfortable. However, I suggest you consider resting like Harry. It would help you recover quicker." Don then handed the pajamas to Severus and with a pointed look left the curtains to give him some privacy.

As the curtains closed, Severus sighed in resignation. If only Don hadn't been such a skilled healer, perhaps his elevated temperature would have gone unnoticed. He could have recovered on his own, in time. With a sense of defeat, Severus began to change into the pajamas, hastily concealing his legs beneath the covers once dressed. He despised feeling unwell and being the center of attention.

Moments later, Don gently pulled back the curtains just enough to slip inside, promptly closing them again. A look of empathy crossed his face as he approached the bedridden man. Sitting on the edge of the mattress, he posed a question to Severus.

"I believe you're aware of the cause behind your fever, Severus. Would you care to enlighten me, or shall I uncover the truth through more invasive means? Rest assured, I will discover the source either way."

Surrendering to the inevitability, Severus exhaled a weary sigh. "My chest is congested, and I suspect there's an infection brewing."

Don nodded appreciatively as he rose from the bed. "Thank you for being honest, Severus. Let's work together to get you better."

Acknowledging Don's words with a slight nod, Severus began to unbutton his top. As he did so, Don turned to the small table concealed within the curtained area, retrieving a jar of mucus cream and placing it beside Severus on the bed. With the buttons undone, Don gently positioned both hands on his patient's chest, initiating a thorough scan of his lungs to determine the issue.

"Inhale deeply, Severus."

As Severus complied, Don's expression grew more serious, sensing the abundance of fluid within his patient's lungs. Sighing, the Healer procured a stethoscope from the side table, inserting the earpieces before placing the opposite end against Severus's chest. The sudden coldness caused the patient to flinch.

Offering an apologetic smile, Don instructed, "I'm sorry, Severus. When I raise my finger, I want you to take a slow, deep breath, alright?"

Upon receiving a nod from Severus, Don raised his finger, prompting his patient to breathe deeply. They continued the process for several more breaths before Don removed the stethoscope from his ears. Setting the instrument aside, he picked up the jar of mucus cream from the bed and unscrewed the lid.

Catching sight of the jar, Severus couldn't help but cringe and dramatically wrinkle his nose in disgust. "Isn't there an alternative?" he asked, his voice laced with a mix of hope and trepidation.

Don shook his head, scooping some of the cream onto his fingers with a knowing smile. "You're well aware that this is the most effective remedy for clearing the congestion. Trust me, you'll feel significantly better afterward," he reassured his reluctant patient.

Severus' protest was childish yet endearing, "But it smells!" he exclaimed, emphasizing his displeasure at the offensive aroma of the cream. Nonetheless, he knew deep down that Don was right, and the healer only had his best interests at heart.

With a good-humored chuckle, Don nodded and gently began to spread the cream across Severus's chest. "I understand the smell is unpleasant, but I assure you, it's the most effective way to clear your congestion."

As Don spoke, he finished applying the cream, and soon after, he helped Severus sit up as he began to cough, expelling the accumulated mucus from his lungs. Don conjured a handkerchief and handed it to Severus, all the while patting his back to encourage the expulsion of the remaining congestion.

Ten minutes of persistent coughing ensued, with Don steadfastly assisting Severus. Once the coughing subsided, Severus, with tears in his eyes, collapsed back onto the bed, utterly exhausted. Sensing his patient's need, Don carefully offered him a glass of water.

"Take slow sips, Severus."

Gratefully, Severus followed Don's instruction, sipping the water as the Healer gently buttoned his top back up. When they were finished, Don took the glass from Severus's hand and retrieved the tray Pam had set aside earlier. With the aid of her stasis charm, he carefully positioned the tray on Severus's lap, ensuring it was stable.

"I expect you to finish at least half of this soup and a quarter of the sandwich by the time I return. Understood? For your ongoing treatment of this chest infection, I'll administer two more rounds of the cream and a fever reducer every three hours," Don instructed, his voice firm but gentle.

Severus nodded, eyeing his meal with a hint of distaste and mild reluctance. "At least half?" he questioned, raising a skeptical eyebrow.

"Yes," Don reaffirmed, noticing the hesitation in Severus' demeanor. "Do you require an appetite stimulant to help?"

With a resigned sigh, Severus nodded in agreement. "Yes, please."

"Thank you for asking politely, Severus." A hint of warmth and approval colored Don's voice as he expressed his appreciation. He then retrieved the desired potion from his medical bag and handed it to Severus, hoping it would make the meal more palatable for the weary man.

Severus accepted the vial, downing its contents in a single gulp before nodding his thanks to Don. Upon receiving the nod, Don took back the empty vial and drew the curtains back from the bed.

"I'd like you to rest after eating, Severus." Don gestured towards the adjacent bed, where a sleeping Harry lay. "It seems Harry has already gotten a head start."

Severus nodded reluctantly, beginning to eat as the appetite stimulant took effect. Satisfied, Don pulled the curtains fully open, revealing the two witches engaged in a hushed conversation.

He left Severus's bedside with a comforting pat on Severus's hand, Don joined the pair near the bathroom door, far enough from the patients to avoid disturbing them. As he drew near, they turned to face him, expressions fraught with concern.

Smiling reassuringly, Don placed a calming hand on Minerva's shoulder, noting her heightened distress. "As you can see, Severus is fine. There's no need to worry."

Pam exhaled, her gaze fixed on Don with an intensity that betrayed her concern. "It's not Severus we're worried about; we knew he was—and is—in good hands. It's Harry... He was calling out in his sleep, distressed."

Don sighed and removed his hand from Minerva's shoulder, his brow furrowing. "What did he say?"

Minerva seemed as though she wanted to answer but was overcome with emotion. Instead, Pam spoke on her behalf, her voice tender yet somber. "He was calling out for his mother."

With a heavy, drawn-out breath, Don's shoulders sagged, and his expression reflected a mix of sadness and understanding. "He dreamt about them last night, about that fateful night when he lost them..."

Minerva covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, while Pam channeled calming magic into her.

"Oh, Harry," Minerva whispered, her heart aching for the young boy.

Allowing Pam's soothing energy to stabilize her emotions, Minerva took several deep, calming breaths, attempting to regain her composure. "Does Severus know?" she asked, her voice quivering slightly with the weight of her concern.

Don shook his head slowly. "I didn't want to upset him. I believe this is one piece of information that, unless he explicitly asks about it, it's acceptable to keep to ourselves for now."

Both witches nodded in agreement, their faces reflecting their concern. Don then turned to Minerva, offering her a warm, comforting smile that reached his eyes.

"Do you feel up to making the trip back to Hogwarts by yourself, or would you like me to call Albus for you?"

"Can you call Albus for me, please?" Minerva asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Don nodded, understanding her need for the support of her dear friend. He headed towards the floo, while Pamela gently guided Minerva to a nearby plush chair so she could sit and gather her thoughts. As Minerva sank into the chair, the exhaustion written all over her face was evident to everyone in the room.

"Are you okay, Minerva?" Pamela asked softly, her hand resting on Minerva's shoulder.

She nodded slowly, her voice laden with emotion as she fought to hold back tears. "Yes, I suppose I'm just finally taking everything in. My poor little lion," she murmured, her heart aching for the child they all cared so deeply about.

Pamela offered a sympathetic nod, placing a gentle hand on Minerva's shoulder to infuse her with additional calming magic. "That's understandable. You're recovering from the shock and coming to terms with everything that has transpired."

Moments later, Albus entered the room, his twinkling blue eyes scanning the area. Upon spotting Minerva, he strode over with an air of grace and greeted her with a tender, affectionate smile.

"Minerva, my dear, I've taken the liberty of canceling all your classes for the rest of the day. Rest assured, I won't be teaching any more students how to transfigure their vegetables into cake," he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Minerva shook her head, feigning exasperation as she couldn't help but smile at his antics. "You're impossible, Albus."

"I know, my dear," he replied, his eyes dancing with mirth. "That's part of my charm! It keeps life at Hogwarts ever so interesting, don't you think?"

Despite her amusement, Albus detected a flicker of sadness in Minerva's eyes. He gently pulled her up from her chair and, enveloped her in a comforting embrace, and whispered softly into her ear, "It will be okay, Minerva."

Sensing the pair needed privacy, Don gestured towards Harry's bed, prompting Pamela to follow him discreetly away from the hugging duo.

With the two Healers out of earshot, Albus whispered again into Minerva's ear, "You can let go now, dear. It's just you and me, and I'm here for you."

Minerva's shoulders trembled as silent sobs wracked her body, her tears dampening Albus's robes. He understood the profound pain she felt upon discovering that the child she regarded as a grandchild had been mistreated. The shock had previously numbed her emotions, but now, as it wore off, the full force of the devastating reality overwhelmed her.

Tenderly, Albus held Minerva as she released her pent-up emotions, rubbing soothing circles on her back and whispering comforting words in her ear. Eventually, her sobs subsided, and she drew back slightly, wiping the last of her tears away.

Albus gently took her hand and brushed away the remaining tears himself. "Do you feel better now?"

Minerva nodded slowly, her voice filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Albus."

The Headmaster continued to smile at her. "Are you ready to return to Hogwarts? You can rest for the afternoon if you'd like. In fact, I believe it would be best."

Minerva hesitated for a moment before nodding and fully disengaging from Albus. With a smile, he patted her on the shoulder and gestured to the two Healers, who had maintained a respectful distance. Albus and Minerva approached them, exchanged heartfelt goodbyes, and quietly left the room to return to Hogwarts.

Once they had gone, Pamela turned to Don with a warm, appreciative smile. "I should be going as well. Do you have everything under control here?"

Don nodded slowly, gratitude evident in his eyes. "Thank you for all your help, Pamela. I couldn't have done it without you."

Grinning mischievously, Pam reached up and planted a tender kiss on Don's cheek, causing him to blush as red as a ripe tomato. "Call me if you need anything, and don't get into any trouble tonight. I don't want to have dinner with you in Azkaban, of all places. Understand?"

Still blushing, Don nodded in agreement as Pamela gave him a stern, yet playful look. The witch then smiled warmly, leaned in to place another soft kiss on his cheek, and whispered gently in his ear.

"I love you, Don, and I'll wait for you as long as it takes. Remember that you're never alone in this journey."

She pulled back, gave him one last smile, and left the room. Sitting on the edge of Harry's bed, Don buried his flushed face in his hands. He couldn't understand why he always became so flustered and tongue-tied around Pamela. It wasn't as if they had just met; they had known each other for years and harbored mutual feelings since their first encounter. With a sigh, Don lifted his head and looked over at Harry, who was sleeping peacefully.

The boy truly was endearing, lying in bed in his pajamas, clutching the small plush toy tightly to his chest. Rising from the edge of the bed, Don approached Harry and gently pulled the covers up to just below his chin. As he did so, Harry whimpered slightly in his sleep and hugged the stuffed toy even closer. Not wanting to disturb his slumber further, Don offered a tender smile and left Harry to rest peacefully.

He then made his way over to Severus, who had just finished the required amount of food on his plate. Gently, Don removed the tray from the yawning man's lap and vanished it to the kitchens. Sitting down on the side of Severus's bed, he placed a gentle hand on the man's forehead, sensing the same fever that had been there before. Confirming that Severus needed a fever reducer, he reached over, grabbed the vial he had placed next to the bed, uncorked it, and handed it to Severus to drink down.

Frowning, Severus accepted the potion vial and grimaced as he consumed its contents. It was truly unfortunate that one couldn't add flavoring to potions as they did with Muggle medicine. Adding synthetic flavoring would tamper with the potency and induce side effects for the person taking the potion. Perhaps he could naturally flavor them instead? That might just work...

Don observed the flurry of thoughts racing through Severus's eyes and smiled. Sometimes, the man was as easy to read as a book, particularly when it came to pondering potions. He always wore that calculating, fascinated expression when contemplating new ways to blend potions together to enhance their efficacy. It never failed to amuse Don how Severus, such an accomplished Occlumens, could never conceal the joy and wonder in his eyes when it came to his passion for potions.

Snapping out of his reverie, Don patted the somber man on the shoulder, pulling him from his thoughts. "Why don't you get some rest, Severus? It will help you recover faster."

Severus nodded and sank back onto his pillows. However, once fully reclined, he didn't close his eyes, prompting Don to smile mischievously.

"Do you want me to summon Hissy so you can sleep better? I know he always made you feel better when you were younger."

The glare Severus directed at him was so dark that Don actually felt chills run down his spine. Nevertheless, it was worth it to see the man blush from the tip of his nose all the way down to his toes. Upon witnessing that blush, Don couldn't help but let out a hearty chuckle, causing Severus's cheeks to redden even more. Eventually, Don calmed down and gently patted the man on the shoulder.

"I'm merely teasing you, Severus," Don said with a playful grin. "I know you wouldn't be caught dead sleeping with that poor, lonely stuffed snake that still sits on your bookshelf, silently longing for your embrace."

Still blushing and feeling slightly mortified, Severus looked down at his lap, his voice barely a whisper. "No, I would not."

Continuing to smile warmly, Don patted Severus on the shoulder, providing reassurance. "I know. Now, just relax and try to get some sleep. You need the rest. Do you need some help drifting off into a peaceful sleep?"

Hesitantly, Severus met Don's gaze and nodded, his vulnerability shining through. "Yes, please," he murmured, grateful for the offer of assistance in finding a much-needed escape into sleep.

Acknowledging his request, Don placed a hand on Severus's chest and began channeling calming magic into him, just enough to lull him to sleep. Gradually, Severus closed his eyes, allowing the magic to envelop his body. Once he was fully relaxed and softly snoring, Don removed his hand, halting the flow of magic.

After ensuring Severus was comfortably tucked in, with the covers pulled up just below his chin, Don gently brushed stray hairs from his face.

"Goodnight, Severus."

With that, Don quietly left the room, allowing his two charges to get some much-needed rest.

A little over an hour and a half passed before Severus awoke again. Coughing violently, he found himself sitting up, enveloped in the strong arms he recognized as Don's. The Healer must have placed a monitoring charm on him to be alerted when he awoke. In the next moment, Severus felt a vial of something pressed to his lips. Amidst the hacking coughs, he gulped down the liquid and felt his chest loosen, followed by the expulsion of everything that had been congesting his lungs over the next few minutes. Throughout the ordeal, those strong arms held him upright, preventing him from toppling over.

When the relentless coughing fit finally subsided, Severus collapsed, utterly exhausted, into Don's supportive arms. His mind, foggy from the coughing spell, slowly registered the situation, and his body stiffened, instinctively attempting to free his Healer from the burden of holding him. Yet, Don's strong arms continued to hold him securely, and Severus finally discerned the reassuring words the man was murmuring to him.

"Just relax, Severus. I've got you," Don's soothing voice conveyed, instilling a sense of safety and comfort that allowed Severus to finally let go of his tension.

Exhausted, Severus complied with Don's suggestion and relaxed as the Healer gently lowered him onto the bed. Don placed a hand on his forehead, noting the lingering fever. Retrieving a potion from the bedside table, he carefully administered it to Severus but decided against using the jar of cream for now. The poor man had already endured enough coughing for the time being.

"Close your eyes, Severus, and rest a bit more. I'll take Harry down to get his new glasses and keep him entertained for a while, perhaps even take him for a little haircut," Don suggested.

Severus nodded weakly, his eyes closing. Usually, he would protest being left to rest, but at that moment, he was simply too tired and felt awful. As he drifted off to sleep, Don tucked him in and turned his attention to the now-awake child on the other bed. Poor Harry was looking at Severus with a mix of worry and fear. Don's heart ached with sympathy, and he quickly approached Harry to comfort him.

Sitting down next to the young boy, who was clutching his stuffed toy so tightly it would be gasping for air if it were alive, Don gently repositioned Harry so that he was sitting sideways on his lap.

"What's wrong, Harry?" Don asked, even though he knew the answer. He wanted Harry to express his fears; the child had started opening up to him earlier, and Don wanted to encourage that healthy behavior.

"Is...is Professor Snape ok?" Harry inquired hesitantly.

Don offered a sympathetic smile, noting that Harry still wasn't comfortable addressing Severus by his first name. Sighing, he understood that it would take time for the boy to adjust.

"He's going to be fine, Harry. He has a touch of a chest infection, but with plenty of rest today, he should be much better by tomorrow. That's the beauty of magic; if we were Muggles, Severus would be sick for at least a week before recovering."

As Don spoke, he observed Harry closely, relieved to see the child accepting his reassurances. He then reached over and picked up the folded clothes, placing them gently on the boy's lap.

"Why don't you go get changed, Harry, and then we can go get your new glasses. How does that sound?" Don suggested with a warm smile, anticipating the boy's excitement.

Accepting the clothes from Don, Harry's eyes flickered with uncertainty as he looked up at him. "Will... Professor Snape be okay if we leave him by himself?" he asked, his concern for the man's well-being evident in his voice.

Smiling at the boy's concern, Don reassured him. "He will be fine, Harry. I have a monitoring charm on him, so I'll know if he wakes up or needs anything."

Feeling reassured, Harry nodded and slid down from Don's lap. He quietly padded over to the bathroom in his slippers, while Don took the opportunity to make the bed. It was a simple task that allowed his mind to focus on something mundane.

A few minutes later, the bed was made, and Harry appeared in the bathroom doorway, freshly dressed. Don smiled and approached the boy, draping an arm around his shoulders as they left the room. He noticed that the small plushy Harry had clung to yesterday was now left behind on the bed. It seemed the child felt comfortable enough without it.

Together, they made their way down the hallway and stairs to the room where Harry would receive his new glasses. Upon entering, Don spotted the optometrist he was looking for and exchanged smiles.

The optometrist adjusted his half-moon glasses and beamed at the young boy. "Ah, you must be Harry. I have your prescription in the back. While I fetch it, why don't you and Don browse some frames?"

As the optometrist moved to fetch the prescription, Don steered Harry towards an impressive display of eyeglasses, featuring a myriad of styles and colors.

"Take your time and choose a pair you like, Harry. Don't be afraid to try them on."

Harry gazed at the vast selection, clearly overwhelmed by the multitude of options before him. After several minutes of indecision, Don placed a comforting hand on the boy's shoulder.

"Have you found any that catch your eye?"

Harry nodded but remained transfixed by the assortment. With a gentle sigh, Don adjusted Harry's position, so they were face-to-face.

With a gentle, understanding gaze, Don studied the young boy's hesitant demeanor, trying to decipher the root of his reluctance. "What's holding you back, Harry?" he asked, his voice imbued with both warmth and concern.

Shuffling his feet, Harry cast his gaze downward, his voice tinged with embarrassment. "There are no prices."

Understanding the root of the problem, Don knelt down in front of Harry, lifting the boy's chin gently so their eyes met.

"You don't need to worry about the cost, Harry. Severus and I have already taken care of it. Your only task is to find a pair that you truly like, alright?"

Harry hesitated, still shuffling his feet, before voicing his concern. "Aunt Petunia said that glasses are expensive, and that's why she got mine from the rubbish bin. I don't want to be a burden."

Sighing, Don mentally cursed the woman. How could she give the boy glasses from the garbage? He resolved to have a word with her later. "You are not a burden, Harry, and you never will be. We want to get you nice glasses that you are happy with. Now, go ahead and try some on."

Reluctantly, Harry approached the glasses display and selected a pair of gold wire, oval-shaped frames. As he swapped his old glasses for the new ones, Don was struck by how different the boy looked.

The new glasses were perfect, accentuating Harry's bright green eyes and fitting his face beautifully. Noticing Harry's growing unease, Don shook off his astonishment and offered a reassuring smile. "I think you picked the perfect pair, Harry. They make you look quite handsome, and I know Severus will love them."

Harry beamed at Don's praise and turned to inspect his reflection, but his poor vision only allowed him to see a blurry image of himself. Sensing the boy's disappointment, Don placed a comforting hand on Harry's shoulder.

"How about we put your prescription in these frames, and then you can see for yourself how dashing you look?"

Harry agreed, and the optometrist set to work while the two healers discussed additional charms for the frames and lenses, such as unbreakable, waterproof, growth, and glare-reducing charms.

Moments later, the optometrist returned with Harry's new glasses, complete with the updated prescription. He handed them to Harry, who exchanged them for his old pair.

The boy marveled at the world through his new glasses, but quickly noticed that they were a bit loose on his face and kept sliding off.

Seeing the issue, the optometrist motioned for Harry to hand the glasses back. Confused, the boy hesitated until the eye healer explained with a smile.

"I just want to adjust them, Harry, so they don't keep slipping off your nose. Could you hand them to me?"

Understandingly Harry handed his glasses to the optometrist, watching with blurry fascination as the healer invoked a golden light to make the necessary adjustments. Once finished, the optometrist returned the glasses to Harry, who eagerly put them on, delighted to find they now fit perfectly.

Grateful, Harry offered the optometrist a shy smile and took Don's outstretched hand. As they said their goodbyes, Don discreetly mentioned adding the glasses to his tab for payment later.

Exiting the small office, Don turned to Harry, suggesting, "I think it might be time for a haircut. What do you think?"

Brushing hair out of his face, Harry agreed. "I think I need one."

Don led Harry to a small hair salon within the clinic. The salon was primarily intended for women who enjoyed regular hair treatments during their stay, but Don figured they could accommodate a simple trim. Besides, Harry might feel more at ease surrounded by women rather than men.

Upon entering, a friendly hairstylist approached and, noticing Harry's unkempt hair, inquired, "Need a trim?"

Both Don and Harry nodded, eliciting a chuckle from the woman. "I think we can arrange that. Come over here and have a seat."

Following the hairstylist's directions, Harry climbed into the designated chair with Don taking a seat beside him. Grateful for Don's calming presence, Harry flashed him an appreciative glance.

The stylist skillfully set to work, dampening Harry's hair and trimming it carefully. Ten minutes later, his hair was two inches shorter and considerably neater. However, as soon as a drying charm was cast, Harry's hair sprang back into its signature unruly state.

Harry, unperturbed by the unruly state of his hair, simply shrugged and said with a hint of amusement, "Don't worry, you'll never get it to stay down."

Acknowledging the impossibility of taming Harry's hair, the hairstylist heaved a resigned sigh and tried to look on the bright side. "Well, at least it's shorter now, right?"

Harry nodded as the stylist removed the protective sheet from around his neck. Don expressed his gratitude and took Harry's hand once more.

As they left the salon, Don asked, "What would you like to do now, Harry?"

Initially shy, Harry focused on his shoes before gathering the courage to meet Don's gaze. "Can we take a walk in the garden? I'd like to see it with my new glasses."

Don's smile conveyed his approval, pleased that Harry was gradually overcoming his fear of making eye contact when asking questions. "Yes, Harry, of course. Maybe I can tell you more about where Severus stays during the summers."

Eagerly gripping Don's hand, Harry nodded enthusiastically. "I would like that."