Snapetober Day #5 - Sick/Fever
Winter arrives with no regard and the sudden snow is thick on the grounds.
The catsle stands almost abandonned this holiday, the withering ghosts keeping the hallways alive with their presence.
Almost abandonned.
Snape rests the thought in some sealed place in his mind, pushed behind the essays he has to mark, the work he has to do and the running nose he is very persistent in ignoring.
“You should rest,” Harry offers cautiously, hidden behind a book, staying with Snape in the castle almost abandonned.
“I should work.”
Then there is silence, becuase Harry falls asleep not long after, and Snape would rather bring a blanket around his son’s shoulders than charm his feet to stay warm.
So the next morning, when he wakes up with his throat swallon and a burning forehad, it comes with no surprise to Harry.
“I should work,” Snape argues, coughing and sneezing, ruthless shivers flicking throuh his form, “I need to work.”
“You should sleep,” Harry argues back, because Snape is all about love for others and the remains of a fading heart for himself.
That is loneliness, on days it’s painful.
Loathing, on days he’s alone.
But then come the rare days, there’s a faint hope that throbs in the heart he’s ignored for years. On the days the room is warm, the bed his soft and there is a cup of Minerva’s tea in his hands. The unruly strands on Harry’s head he can focus on tufting back, instead of the arching back of a knife.
“You should sleep, dad. Really really sleep, ‘cuz I’m tired too,” Harry says, curled up beside him because he can tell the day can change into one of the less better ones “I’ll change the rag in a few minutes.”
He doesn’t, and it’s no surprise Harry wakes up with a runny nose, either.