“What is it, Severus?” Lily asked anxiously. Hopefully it wasn’t any of Albus’ strange ideas. Severus sighed and stated,

“St. Mungos is asking for Harry. They have a patient with something on his foot that they cannot heal, and they have to cut his foot off if Harry cannot help him. Pomfrey would take Harry to Mungos, but Albus wants to ask us first if Harry will be able to go.” Harry nodded and said,

“Sure. What do I have to do? Floo to St. Mungos, or should I go to Hogwarts first?” Lily eyed him worriedly and said,

“You flash or floo – whatever you prefer – over to Aunt Poppy and ask her to check on you first and decide if you can go to St. Mungos at all. And then, you let her tell you what to do. That would be the best, wouldn’t it, Severus?” Severus nodded and added,

“Yes, I think so. Maybe I should go with Harry.” Harry threw him a hopeful glance, which didn’t go unnoticed by his parents, and Lily agreed and said calmingly,

“I will manage to take these two back home on my own, no problem.” Marina did not waste a second to ask,

“Mom, couldn’t I stay here with Grandma for a few days? Please!” Lily glanced hesitantly at Severus, but his mother laughed at her granddaughter and turned to her son and his wife saying,

“If you don’t mind, Lily and Severus, Marina can stay with me for a few days.” It was not the first time for a grandchild to stay at Snape manor, so they quickly agreed on it, and Harry, after he had enough time to think about it, told his father,

“You don’t have to accompany me; I will be fine on my own. Aunt Poppy will be with me anyway.” Severus threw him a questioning glance and asked,

“Are you sure, Harry? I do not mind going with you.” But Harry shook his head, and countered,

“How can I be a professor at Hogwarts in only a couple of months, when I still need my Daddy to accompany me going to a place within the magical world I know well enough?” He decided to take the floo in order not to waste any magic on flashing and seconds later arrived at Poppy’s office in Hogwarts.

“Oh, Harry, there you are.” Poppy stated. “How are you? Are you well enough to heal someone?” Harry shrugged and told her,

“I think I’m fine, but Mom said I should ask you to check on me and tell me if I could do it. Um… I had quite a lot of visions this weekend.” Pomfrey motioned him to sit down and waved her wand over him twice, frowning at his high temperature. She fetched a potion, handed it to Harry and said,

“Drink this and lie down in your old room. I will check your temperature again in a few minutes, and then we will decide what to do. In the meantime, I will floo-call Healer Burnham and ask if it has to be done today or if they could wait until tomorrow morning.” After a few minutes, she entered Harry’s room, checked on him again and with a relieved expression on her face said, “Fortunately your fever has gone down a bit. Healer Burnham said it should be done as soon as possible, so you have to choose if you think you can do it.” Harry sat up immediately and stated,

“Of course I will try to do it. Will you come with me?” He eyed her anxiously, and Pomfrey laughed.

“Of course I will come with you and try to help you. Let’s take the floo in my office. You have your portkey, don’t you, Harry?” Harry glanced at the ring Dumbledore had charmed it for him, so that it would take him back either to the dungeons or to the hospital wing depending on the password Harry used to activate it. He showed the ring to the healer and said,

“As you know, I have my portkey always with me.” She glanced at his ring as if she saw it for the first time and asked him,

“Where did you get this? It is beautiful. Do the animals have a special meaning? Are they your animagus forms?” Harry nodded and told her,

“Yes, Aunt Poppy. My mom gave it to me in the past, when we spent Christmas at Potter manor. It has the six animals of the Marauders on it, a stag, a dog, a bear, a snake, an owl and a phoenix.”

The entrance hall of St. Mungo’s was very crowded, when they stepped out of the floo, and Harry groaned inwardly seeing so many people. Pomfrey quickly ushered him in the direction of the head healer’s office, while she was walking on his right side, shielding him a little.

“Hello Harry, Healer Pomfrey,” Healer Burnham greeted them, when they arrived at his office. “Are you in a better condition today, Harry?” the healer asked, and Harry blushed and said,

“Yes, I’m fine, thank you, sir.” Pomfrey however shook her head saying,

“No, he is not fine, but his condition is a little better than the last time.” Burnham frowned but said,

“Alright; the patient is Malcolm Longbottom, and he was bitten by a Brombylow very badly. The question is if we will be able to save his foot.” When they arrived at Mr. Longbottom’s room, Harry eyed him curiously and noticed that in spite of the pain he obviously was in, he was awake, and that he resembled Neville a lot.

“Hello Mr. Longbottom,” he greeted him quietly and introduced himself, before he asked, “Do you mind if I have a look at your foot?” Mr. Longbottom glanced at him friendly and answered,

“Hello Mr. Snape-Dumbledore. Of course not, my boy, thank you very much.” Harry threw a glance at the foot – this should be no problem for him. He informed the patient accordingly and asked,

“I am sorry, but I just have to ask a personal question. Are you somehow related to Neville?” Mr. Longbottom laughed at him and told him,

“Yes, Mr. Snape-Dumbledore, he is my nephew and godson.” Harry sighed relieved and said,

“Neville is a very good friend of mine. We are in the same year at Hogwarts.” Then he made himself comfortable on the edge of the bed near the bad foot. He threw a glance at Madam Pomfrey, who proceeded to sit on a chair just in front of Harry, and gripped the foot with both hands trying to let his magic flow through his hands. This time he managed to notice on his own when it was sufficient and released the foot immediately, before Pomfrey could pull him away.

“Very good, Harry,” Pomfrey commended instantly, while the healer examined the foot and said,

“Mr. Longbottom, your foot is as good as new. Thank you very much, Mr. Snape-Dumbledore.” Neville’s uncle looked at his foot unbelievingly and shot an astonished glance over to Harry, before he finally found words to thank Harry, who was getting uncomfortable with the attention and just shook his head saying,

“No problem, Mr. Longbottom. I am glad that I could help and hope you will be back with your family soon.”

Afterwards Harry moved to stand up from where he was sitting, but the healer pushed him back immediately.

“No, Mr. Snape-Dumbledore, you cannot just get up and run away. Let me check on you first.” Harry shook his head and said very annoyed,

“Please, let me go. I am fine, and Madam Pomfrey is with me anyway.” The healer waved his wand over Harry and told them,

“He is much better than the last time. His magic resources are a little drained, but they are still at about 60; however he has quite a fever again.” Poppy nodded and replied,

“Yes, I know about that, because he already had it before we left Hogwarts. It is because of his memory visions that are troubling him. I even gave him the strongest fever reducer I have before we came here. Anyway, we better get back to Hogwarts now; his parents will be waiting for him.” Mr. Longbottom sat up in his bed and said,

“Thank you very much, Mr. Snape-Dumbledore; Be assured that I will never forget what you have done for me today! And please give my regards to Neville and tell him to either beware of Brombylows or take you with him.” Harry blushed and laughed before he replied,

“No problem, Mr. Longbottom, I am glad I could help. Good night.” He stood up from the bed of Neville’s uncle and turned to Madam Pomfrey.

“Where shall the portkey take us, dungeons or hospital wing?” She glanced at him and said,

“The dungeons please, because I will put you to bed straight away, so if you don’t want to stay in the wing…”

“Oh no,” Harry groaned, said, “Please touch my ring,” and activated the portkey by saying ‘Merlin’s Home’. Seconds later, they arrived in Harry’s room in the Snape quarters.

“Thank you, Aunt Poppy, for accompanying me. Otherwise I would have panicked I think. I feel very much more secure and calm when you are with me when I have to do healing magic.” He threw her a grateful glance, not really prepared for her answer,

“Please get ready for bed; I will talk to your parents for a moment, before I come back once more.” Harry was fast asleep even before Poppy returned or his parents arrived to say good night.

During the next two weeks, Harry was quite busy. Apart from assisting in Transfiguration lessons, grading papers and holding animagus classes, he had to prepare the Quidditch tournament, which would take place in a few weeks. And on Saturday, he had to play seeker for the Merlin team in a Quidditch match against Ravenclaw. Fortunately, the weather was beautiful, and Harry managed to catch the snitch quite fast – Merlin beat Ravenclaw in an eighteen-minute game 170 – 00.

So far, Harry had not had any more memory visions and had in accordance with his father and Pomfrey stopped to take the memory suppressing potions. He had gone back to taking every meal in the Great Hall and had even started to spend more and more time in the Merlin common room with Ginny and his other friends. He also managed to elaborate a schedule with Hermione and Ron, so that they were able to meet more frequently after classes.

This Sunday, Harry attended the Quidditch practise of the Hogwarts team for the first time in weeks.

“Probably you all know by now that I have transferred the captainship to Ginny. Fabian Weasley is the Co-captain, while I remain as an unofficial Co-captain,” he explained to the team. “Nevertheless, I have been organizing the Quidditch tournament in accordance with the captains of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. Ginny has probably told you the dates, so that you know we will have the first match next week. As you have probably heard, I am not allowed to play during practise but only in the matches, however Ginny has asked me to supervise today’s practise.” With this, he sat down in the stands and watched the two teams playing, so that he could give a few advises later.

As usual, the guests arrived on Friday just before dinner. This time, Harry had organized, that each member of the two Hogwarts teams had to care for two students of Beauxbatons or Durmstrang, depending of the gender of course. The guests would have to stay in the same dormitory and would eat at the same table as their Hogwarts team member in charge of them. Harry unfortunately had to make an exception for himself, as in spite of his begging his parents did not allow him to spend the night in the dormitory. Therefore, he asked Brian, his best friend in his dormitory, to take care of Peter and his friend from Durmstrang between curfew and breakfast.

On Saturday morning, Harry woke up very refreshed after a potion-induced night of dreamless sleep. When he took a glance out of the window, he groaned. The rain was pouring, and the clouds were hanging very low – How was he supposed to catch the snitch in such a weather? ‘It will take ages,’ he thought.

This time, Harry had invited the French Minister of Magic, Mr. Dupont, to referee the two matches of the weekend, and he had agreed immediately. He introduced each of the players, and released the snitch in order to let the game begin. As Harry had feared in the morning, it took him four hours to catch the snitch – fortunately the Durmstrang seeker was not faster, and Hogwarts won the game 540 – 370.

“And that with two reserve chasers and the reserve keeper, because half the team is in bed with a cold,” Harry whispered to Ginny on their way to the changing rooms. She smiled at him and gave him a kiss in his wet face.

“You know, Harry, as much as I pity Ron for not being able to play today, I am very proud of our reserve team.”

The party in the Great Hall took the whole afternoon. What else could be done in such weather? After four hours playing or watching Quidditch in the rain, everyone was just happy to be in the dry, warm hall having tea, hot cocoa and many delicacies the Hogwarts elves had prepared. Only the pumpkin juice had a strange taste and everyone was told they wouldn’t get anything else to drink unless they drank their potion-laced juice first. One of the Beauxbatons students at Merlin table asked Harry,

“Why does pumpkin juice always taste so strange at Hogwarts?” Harry grinned and replied,

“Only the pumpkin juice you get after long Quidditch games in the rain tastes strange because they mix Pepper-up potion in it; normally it just tastes normal.” The girl threw him an unbelievable glance, until Ginny laughed and told her,

“That’s true.”

At first, everyone had been sitting together with their guests at their own tables. However, after a few hours some of the students who were not involved in the event at all had left, and the others were changing seats in order to have the possibility to talk to others – and maybe even to have the possibility to sit at a different table, even if it was only for a few minutes. Suddenly Neville slipped into the seat next to Harry, which Ginny had just vacated.

“Hello Neville,” Harry said happily surprised.

“Hello Harry,” Neville answered with an unsure glance at Harry. “Harry, I want to thank you for saving my uncle. You know, he is my godfather as well, and I am very fond of him. Thank you very much.”

Harry shook his head. “No, Neville, you don’t have to thank me. I would have done it for anyone, but I must say it was a very happy feeling to be able to help a good friend’s relative.”

“My uncle said, he also wants to thank you. Therefore he would like to meet you whenever it is convenient for you.”

Harry fidgeted uncomfortably in his seat. “No, Neville, please tell him that is really unnecessary. Tell him I’m glad that I could help and that he is fine again.” He sighed. “By the way, Neville, what is a Brombylow?” Neville laughed and replied,

“Harry, you know what a Grindylow is, don’t you?” Harry nodded and said,

“Of course, there are many in the lake here.”

“Right,” Neville told him, “and a Brombylow is about the same thing, just that they don’t live in lakes but in the sea.” Harry raised an eyebrow; he had not assumed that there was such a simple explanation to his question.

Shortly after his conversation with Neville, Harry was pulled into a memory vision.

An about thirteen or fourteen year old Harry was walking around the lake together with Ron and Hermione. Suddenly Harry spotted Neville sitting behind a tree sobbing. He motioned Ron and Hermione to go on and went over to Neville to ask what the matter was.

“Oh Harry, I just can’t do Potions. Everyone tells me it should be so easy for me, because I am good at Herbology, but I am just too stupid.” Harry glanced at his friend shocked and said,

“No, Neville. You are not stupid. But I can tutor you in Potions if you want me to.” Neville threw him a hesitating glance.

“But… but would your father not object if you tutored me?” Harry stared at him unbelievingly.

“And why should he do that? He doesn’t have to know in the first place, but even if he knew, he wouldn’t have a problem with it. On the contrary, he would be glad if you got better at Potions I think.” He thought for a moment. “The only problem is time. Maybe we could meet on Tuesday and Thursday after dinner in the potions classroom. I will ask Dad, if we can use the classroom, if not I will come up with a different potions lab.”

“Would you really do that for me?” Neville asked happily, and when Harry nodded, continued, “Alright, then I will meet you on Tuesday after dinner in the potions classroom. Thanks Harry, thanks a lot.” Harry just shook his head.

“No problem, Neville.”

When Harry returned to the present, he noticed immediately that he was sitting at Merlin table in the Great Hall and that his girlfriend was watching him intently. She put an arm around his shoulders, and he leaned into the touch and laid his head onto her shoulder. “Are you alright, Harry?” she whispered into his ear. Julia, who was sitting opposite Harry and had watched him, told him,

“Harry, wait a moment, I’m getting Dad.” Soon she returned with her father in tow, who handed Harry his usual potions and ordered him to accompany him back to their quarters.

The next day was warm and sunny, and the whole school got together on the pitch to watch the Quidditch match their guests played against each other. This time, the Beauxbatons players didn’t even have time to warm up properly, when the Durmstrang seeker caught the snitch after only twenty minutes into the game, and the match ended 150 – 00. Harry cheered and whispered to Ginny, who was sitting next to him,

“Wow – the cup is ours I suppose.” Noticing her enquiring look, he added, “Beauxbatons has to beat us with more than 500 points. I suppose that might be a little hard for them.”

One of Harry’s many plans to keep their guests occupied, which was perfect for the situation of an early finished game and splendid weather, was a brunch picnic in combination with a swimming contest. After he had announced his plans to everyone, all guests, students and teachers made themselves comfortable on the ground, where the house elves had prepared blankets to sit on as well as huge picnic baskets with everything they could even think of. When Harry sat down together with Julia, Ginny and Anna, Hermione came over and asked,

“May I join you?” Of course, she was invited to sit with them immediately. “Harry, did you really organize all this by yourself? It’s just splendid; you really know how to organize things!” Harry flushed deeply and replied,

“It was not difficult, Hermione, and it’s Dumbledore and the house elves who make everything possible.” After everyone had eaten a little – Harry was still full from breakfast – Harry stood and cleared his voice. Noticing everyone’s attention on himself, he said,

“I suggest that we will have our swimming race now. It is very easy; all members of the three first and second teams will swim at the same time. The team that is the first to completely assemble on the other side of the lake wins. Every kind of swimming style is allowed, but no animagus transformations please.” With a glance around Harry had transfigured everyone’s clothes into swimming suits – even the headmasters of the three schools, Professor McGonagall and the French Minister of Magic were wearing swimming suits. Minerva frowned and transfigured her, Rolanda Hooch’s and Poppy Pomfrey’s robes back immediately. “Please stand here on this side, teams,” Harry tried to overtone the loud cheering of the students.

The three headmasters together with the minister made the jury this time. Harry could swim quite fast and was soon among the top swimmers. The lake was very huge and he supposed that it would take the fast swimmers about thirty minutes to completely cross it. However, after about twenty minutes, he heard a cry from behind and shortly afterwards he could hear Julia’s voice crying for him.

“Harry, come here!” she shouted, and Harry turned and swam back immediately to see what was wrong.

“Julia, what’s wrong? He asked, and Julia told him in a panicked voice,

“You can dive, Harry, can’t you? Ginny has been pulled down by something, maybe Grindylows, I don’t know.” Harry didn’t waste another second and dove deep into the water. Oh, it just reminded him too much of the second task of the tournament in the old time line – ‘better not think about it now’ he thought, while he was frantically searching for Ginny. But the lake was not very clear; he just could not find her. And as he didn’t have any means to help him breathing, he had to return to the surface frequently.

Suddenly he had an idea. He tried to summon all his wish magic and thought ‘Accio Ginny.’ He hardly couldn’t believe it, but it worked. Ginny was hovering in front of him, but Grindylows held her in strong grips. Of course, it was no problem for Harry to wish them away from Ginny, but when he started to move his now unconscious girlfriend, two of the creatures attacked his own legs. Harry didn’t have time to think; he just had to catch some air.

Holding Ginny with a strong grip in his left arm, he could only use his right arm to swim, because every movement of his legs that were still in the strong grip of the grindylows made them hurt even more. Finally, with the help of his wish magic he managed to get to the surface, so that he at least could breathe and had a chance of waking Ginny up. Using his right hand this time, he cast a strong ‘Enervate’ spell, and Ginny blinked confused.

“What happened, Harry? What’s wrong? Everything hurts,” she stated, and Harry asked urgently,

“Ginny, do you remember the swimming contest? We were attacked by grindylows. They are still trying to pull my legs down. I know that you are hurt, but do you think you can swim?” Ginny shook her head and said,

“No, Harry, I cannot feel my arms or legs; just everything hurts.” Harry thought frantically about what to do. He could see that in the meantime, several people were swimming in their direction, but they were still far away and it would still take at least ten minutes until help arrived, and he could hardly feel his legs any more either.

He made up his mind – he was going to try something. Adjusting his left arm a little more around his girlfriend, so that his hand could grip her arm, he tried to send his healing magic just into this one hand and let it flow into Ginny’s left arm. But he was careful. ‘Think, Harry; you only need a little; you have to heal yourself too later,’ he thought frantically. It seemed to have been successful.

“Ginny, is your left arm better?” he asked urgently, and Ginny said,

“Yes, Harry, I can feel my left arm again and it doesn’t hurt. Did you do that?” Harry nodded and tried to ajust his arm again in order to grip Ginny’s other arm, and he somehow managed, although it was difficult, because he still had to struggle against the grindylows. “Harry, it worked. This arm is alright too,” Ginny suddenly said excitedly. Now I will try to swim with my arms, so that you can try to heal my legs, alright?” Harry nodded and tried to grip one of her legs. Owe, the grindylows were really hurting him. He pushed his wish magic in the direction of his legs and wished the grindylows away, not believing that this could work. He still couldn’t move his legs, but as Ginny was swimming on her own, he used one hand to grip her left leg, still swimming only with his right arm.

“Harry, are you sure you are alright healing me? I mean, I could swim like this. Let’s get away here,” Ginny urged him, but he managed to heal her left leg and said,

“Ginny, I know, but help will come, and when I heal your right leg too, you should be able to swim properly. Wait a moment.” He gripped her right leg, and let his magic flow, too tired to be able to dose the magic properly, but he succeeded anyway, and Ginny told him,

“Harry, it’s alright. I’m alright. Now, can you heal yourself?” Harry glanced at her and asked,

“Could you hold my hand, so that I don’t have to swim at the same time?”

“Of course, Harry,” Ginny said and took hold of his left hand. Harry tried to relax and quickly sent a huge amount of healing magic through his right hand into his legs, which stopped hurting immediately.

“Alright Ginny, let’s swim back now,” he suggested, and they swam away as fast as they could in their very tired condition. They didn’t have to swim far until Severus and Peter, the Durmstrang team captain, reached them. Hearing their story, Severus immediately conjured a small boat and helped Ginny to get into it. Peter helped Harry, before he and Severus climbed up as well, and soon they were back to where everyone was waiting for them worriedly.

Poppy who had come and checked them immediately, said, “You both seem to be only tired but otherwise fine; Harry, as you are living with your parents, you may go to your room and lie down, but Ginny, you have to come with me to the Hospital wing for the night.” Harry looked at her unbelievingly.

“Why? What is wrong with her? Didn’t I heal her completely? Is she so much worse than me?”

“You did, and probably she is only tired, but someone has to keep an eye on her, which won’t be possible in the dormitory. You are worse, because you drained your magic on top of everything, but your parents will watch you I suppose. Both of you will be fine tomorrow morning.” Harry was still not content.

“Mom?” he asked, “May Ginny come with us and stay in my room with me? I mean, not in my bed, but in a second bed in my room, or even in Julia’s room?” Lily threw a glance to her son, whom she loved so much and whom she was so grateful to and couldn’t deny. “Alright; Ginny, if you want to come with us, you may.” Harry smiled fondly at his mother and his girlfriend.

After dinner, Fabian Weasley had to do the final greeting as the second Co-captain of the Hogwarts team. He blushed deeply, when Dumbledore suddenly called him and asked him for a final sentence to the guests.

“Dear guests. We hope that you have enjoyed this weekend as much as we did. We want to thank you very much for coming and for joining us for two great Quidditch matches and a swimming contest. I am especially happy about the fact that we have three winners. The Hogwarts team for the first match, the Durmstrang team for the second match, and the Beauxbatons team for the swimming contest. Congratulations to everyone. We are looking forward to seeing you again in a few weeks. Thank you.” When he returned to his seat, Professor McGonagall called him over and said,

“That was a brilliant speech, Mr. Weasley. Mr. Snape-Dumbledore would have said it in exactly the same way; he will be as proud of you as I am. 30 points to Gryffindor.” Fabian blushed and thanked his Head of House before he returned to his seat.

Unfortunately, a few days later, just during the animagus lesson, which took place once a week on Friday evening, he was drawn into a memory vision.

Harry seemed to be between one and two years old and was toddling after his daddy through the halls of Hogwarts. He nearly had to run on his short legs to keep up with Severus’ pace, which was of course very slow for Professor Snape. They went to the Headmaster’s office, told the gargoyle “7th tooth” and were let in.

In the office, Fawkes greeted them with a trill and Harry turned to him saying,

“You awe a stwange bawdy; I not wittew baby and I not wanning; you not nice bawdy.” Then he turned to his Great Grandfather and said,

“Gwanddad Abus, Hawwy not wike bawdy.” Albus giggled, and Severus looked enquiringly from one to another, until Albus told him,

“Fawkes was just not nice. He seems to have insulted Harry by saying something about little babies running around my office and disturbing his peace, although he knew that Harry would understand him. Harry, I am sorry; Fawkes is very nice indeed, but sometimes he says things, which are not so nice. Just ignore him when he does that, because he doesn’t mean it. In fact, I know that he likes you very much.” He motioned Severus to put Harry into his baby chair and sit down as well.

Half an hour later, Harry could be seen very content and nearly asleep in his chair with Fawkes sitting on the baby chair’s table just in front of Harry’s face trilling a story for him.

Harry had just managed to sit down in time, and fortunately, Professor McGonagall had noticed immediately what was wrong with him and had taken over the class. When he drifted back to reality, she motioned for him to either go and lie down in her office for a moment or go and look for his father or Pomfrey to get his potion. As Harry knew that his father would be supervising the Slytherin team practise, he decided to go to his father in order to ask him for the potion, because the Quidditch pitch would be nearer than the Hospital wing or even the dungeons.

When he arrived at the Quidditch pitch, there was a huge uproar. Apparently, the Slytherin seeker had fallen from his broomstick and was lying on the floor. Severus was just waving his wand over him checking for injuries.

“Apparently only his leg is broken, so he is very lucky in deed, but he will not be able to play tomorrow,” Severus announced to his horrified students, who seemed to not take this well. Everyone was shouting and whining at the same time. Their seeker was quite good and they had to play a match against Hufflepuff the next day.

Harry went over to his fellow seeker, ignoring the curious glances the Slytherins shot at him, and took a glance at the broken leg. Before anyone knew what was happening, he gripped the seeker’s leg with both hands and healed it. Fortunately, he managed to pull away in time. Still ignoring the looks everyone was throwing at him, he turned to his father as if nothing had happened and said,

“Dad, I just had a memory. Do you have a headache potion or fever reducer, a strong one if possible?” Severus felt Harry’s forehead, sighed, pulled two potions out of his robes, and handed them to his son, before he told him to go back to their quarters and go straight to bed. Then he turned back to his students who had been watching his son and his interaction with their Head of House the whole time.

“I apologize, but my son had a fever and needed a potion; what did I miss?” The very excited students spoke all at the same time, pointing over to the seeker, who was now sitting on the ground wondering what had happened. Severus went over to him and said, “Let me check on you again, but I suppose you will be fine, because my son is a natural healer and he has just healed your leg.” He waved his wand and confirmed, “Yes, you are alright and free to go. Please finish your practise now and return to your dormitories in order to be well rested for the match tomorrow.” Then he went back to his quarters to look after Harry.

On Saturday morning, Harry was eating breakfast at Merlin table together with Ginny, Anna and his two sisters, who had pulled him into a conversation about the Quidditch tournament, when suddenly Ron came over to their table, threw a murderous glance at Harry and shouted for everyone to hear,

“You f… meddling coot. Can’t you stop intervening in others’ affairs?”