Two weeks went by and Snape finally saw an opportunity and took it.

With the words ‘traitor’ and ‘kill’ ringing in his ears, Snape ran.

With curses and spells zipping past him, Snape ran.

He found himself crying as he rushed Harry’s limp and broken body to Hogwarts.

Would anything ever be the same again? Would Harry trust anyone ever again?

He sat by Harry’s bed, keeping a constant vigil on his son.

Harry did not stir.

His body was healing, but what of his mind?

Hours passed and days went by.

And at last, his boy opened his eyes.