Chapter 19

A/N: Dear lord, has it really been three months since my last update? –swearcrusecurse- Okay, I'll hopefully get more of the orphans in this chapter- it seems that I haven't really done a lot with the Baudelaire's. Anyway, I also really quick want to send a shout-out thingy to Tintin Thunderbirds Are Go, because they reviewed almost every chapter of my first story, I never gave them credit! Alright, anyway, continuing with the story of DOOM…

It had been a couple of weeks since Harry had gone into Leafe's pensive- and he noticed that she still wasn't making any attempt to talk to Snape, and Snape was making no attempt to talk to her. Harry wondered if they would ever rekindle what they had once had. But every time Harry thought about 'rekindling what someone had once had', he thought of Violet and himself. He still hadn't told her how he felt, and she wasn't really saying anything about it. He wondered if it was too late between them. But, he wasn't ready to give up yet. Not on Violet and him or Leafe and Snape.

He had started to get an idea, but it left him. Somehow, he had caught a horrible cold, which even had him in the hospital wing for a day. He was very unhappy with this. He couldn't stop sneezing and it was really starting to bother him, especially since he couldn't even stop when someone was trying to talk to him.

"Oh, Harry, I'm so-" Harry sneezed. "-sorry that this happened-" he sneezed again. "-to you!" Violet finally finished. She was sitting next to him in the hospital wing. It was Saturday and it was wonderful outside- but madam Pomfrey wouldn't let him leave. Harry sneezed one last time and blew him nose into a tissue.

"It's okay. It should be gone-" Harry began but again, sneezed. "…It should be gone in a few days, I guess." He finished.

"I had a cold like this once." Violet said. "A long time ago. When my mother and father were still-" Harry tried his best not to sneeze, but unfortunately did anyway. Violet paused. "Alive." She finished. "They took care of me. My mother made me chicken soup. It was delicious."

"I know you miss them. I miss my parents too. You're so lucky that-" Harry paused, expecting to sneeze. Obviously, this time he did not. "-that you can remember things that they did for you."

"Yea. Poor you, losing your parents at such a young age." Violet said. Harry sniffed a little and managed to hold back another sneeze. Suddenly, Violet's head perked up.

"What?" Harry asked, looking at her as she began to smile. Wordlessly, she stood and ran out of the hall. "What the…?" He asked himself. She had just run out on him. Brilliant.

But, she did come back moments later, with Klaus and Sunny right behind her. They had a large silver platter that was covered up. Harry groaned. He honestly could say that he didn't want anything right now, especially food. He probably would've put it in his mouth and then sneezed so it came out his nose, which did not particularly pleasant at the time.

"What is that?" Harry asked, as Klaus and Sunny wheeled in the tray.

"Just a little treat, Harry. We thought that for all you have done you deserved it." Sunny said. Klaus lifted the cover of the tray. Harry was hit with a strong waft of air that smelled a lot like chicken soup.

"I used my mother's recipe. Me and Sunny made it." Violet said, picking up the tray and placing it on Harry's lap. He stared down at the chicken soup, desperately wanting it. But on the other hand, he still didn't want to sneeze when he tried to eat it…

"Thanks." Harry finally said. Klaus offered him a spoon and Harry took it politely. Violet, Klaus, and Sunny stared anxiously down at him, waiting. He didn't like them looking at him like that. He looked back down at the soup. It smelled so good…

And with out even thinking about his constant sneezing, he threw the spoon aside, picked up the bowl and started literally gulping it down. He was done in about a minute and a half. He set it down and turned his attention back over to the Baudelaire's, who were now simply staring at him. He smiled, already feeling better. "Thanks!" Harry said again to them. The Orphans looked at each and exchanged glances, but gave a hardy laugh after a few moments.

"So, I assume it was good then." Sunny said. Harry nodded vigorously. He felt ten times better all ready, and his sneezing seemed to have had stopped for the time being.

"Delicious." He said, grinning at the two female Baudelaire's. "It helped. I feel better; I would probably leave if madam Pomfrey weren't as nasty as ever. I'll probably still be here in a week…" he groaned. Violet smiled at him.

"That's okay though. You won't be able to get yourself into trouble… well, most likely, anyway." She said quietly. Harry stopped grinning as soon as she uttered the word trouble, automatically thinking about Leafe's pensive again. He'd remembered that he had yet to say anything about the to the Baudelaire's; he'd told Ron and Hermione late at night the week before, while the Baudelaire's slept. He felt guilty and worried- Violet could've been awake listening. Or, of course, she could have just been referring to the fact that Harry got himself into a lot of bloody trouble before. "Anyway, we need to get going. Glad you liked the soup." Violet added. Harry grinned again, and the Baudelaire's walked out of the hospital wing.

It wasn't until classes were over that someone came to see him again. His next visitors' were Ron and Hermione- stocked with every human necessity. Harry almost felt sick when he was the huge bag of sweets Ron had dangling by him; so large and heavy that he needed to use his wand to keep it from dragging on the ground. But he felt better after Ron so conveniently mentioned that he got some of the candy for himself. Then Harry felt sick once more when Hermione handed him a 3,673-page book. She said it was a good book and would keep him busy when everyone else was in classes.

"Hermione, what book is this, the dictionary?" Harry asked when she plopped it down on the bed. He raised his eyebrows when she opened it to the table of contents, which was seven pages long by itself, in tiny print.

"No, it's not. It is actually something professor Leafe suggested to me about a week ago. It was very good, actually. Full of factual information and detailed drawings-" She started.

"Now wait a bloody minute," Ron said suddenly, stopping Hermione in mid-sentence, "Are you saying you read that whole, entire book in about a week?" He looked dumbfounded. Hermione nodded, smiling. "Bloody hell, it'd take me a whole year to read that!"

"Don't you mean a read just to read half of it, Ron?" He joked. Ron glared at him.

"Go ahead, mate, take her side," and he shoved a chocolate frog in his mouth to show that he was finished talking.

"Anyway," Hermione continued, "It's a book about different subjects taught in magical school suck as Hogwarts, Bauxbaton, Durmstrang, and even some American wizarding schools hidden in the mountains. It talks about Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Muggle Relations, Astrology, Charms and Spells, Wand-working, Transfiguration and so on and so forth."

"And they fit this all into one book?" Ron asked, mouth open in shock.

"No! There are several volumes, I'm already starting the second one." Hermione said proudly. Harry and Ron stared at her. "Actually, only the ones I mentioned are in this book. Well, those and Quidditch, which, if I say so my self, was not the best part of the book." Ron and Harry stared at her harder, until Ron finally snapped and grabbed the book from her.

"Poppycock!" He shouted, flipping through the table of contents. "Quidditch must be the most exciting of all of them! They probably talk about all the teams and famous moves and-"

"Actually, Ronald," Hermione said matter-of-factly, "It only gets six pages into a discussion about Quidditch before the book has to end. They continue with it in the second book. I already read it."

"Do they talk about Viktor Krum? Do they talk about his record-breaking speeds and his exciting moves? I'm sure they did. You liked that part, I'm sure." Ron teased, grinning when Hermione blushed.

"As a matter of fact they did, and I skipped the page about him!" Hermione yelled at Ron. Harry felt very small and almost invisible as the two argued. Finally, Harry ripped the book away from them and held it close to him, out of their reach.

"You guys better get going. Thanks for the book and candy. I appreciate it." Harry said, almost in a tone that was screaming at them to go before he sneezed all over them. They nodded, bid Harry goodbye, and left arguing under their breath.

It wasn't much later than that Harry only got three pages into the book when Leafe stopped by to see how he was doing. When he first saw her walk in, he thought he was actually there because she was sick; because she looked like it. She had dark circles under her eyes and her face was all blotchy, almost looking like she had been crying. She also looked like she was limping more, which Harry figured wasn't a good sign for her leg.

"Have you talked to Snape at all yet?" He asked her in a hushed voice. She sighed a little, but gave him a feeble smile.

"No." She said. She looked a little embarrassed when she admitted it. "I'm too… nervous about it."

"I guess you should be." He answered. They were silent for the moment, then he decided that maybe talking about something else would be good. "Erm- do you know if there are any Quidditch matches soon?" Leafe paused, then smiled. She wasn't grinning and she wasn't wearing a feeble smile she always wore during Snape discussions; it was a real smile.

"Oh, yes. There is one next week: Gryffindor versus Slytherin. It's almost a tradition now, for them to be the first two teams to play." She responded. Harry grinned.

"I haven't played in so long, now that I think about it." Harry said, grinning. "Once I get out of here I'll have to see if I can play." Leafe nodded.

"I used to play." She said quietly, blushing. Harry stared at her, then smiled wildly.

"Really?"

"Of course! Much fun."

"Were you on the Gryffindor team?" Harry asked, amazed.

"No, sadly I wasn't." She answered. "I liked to play with the marauders sometimes for fun. I usually played Chaser since James claimed Seeker. Otherwise, when I played alone, I practiced being Seeker and Beater." She grinned and Harry imagined her being a Beater. Violent. He grinned at that thought.

"So you're probably pretty good, eh?"

"Oh, I don't know… I haven't played in a while…"

"I bet if you went for a ride again you would still be as good as before." Harry said. She smiled.

"Thank you Harry, but I doubt it. I barely know how to fly anymore."

"Now, that I doubt." Harry said with a small frown. Leafe looked away briefly, clearly having run out of things to say. She smiled and looked at him, then stood up. She grabbed her walking stick and gave Harry a small wave, saying, "Well, I best be on my way. Feel better, Harry." And with that, she turned to leave. But, she suddenly stopped at the doorway, and without turning around said, "Oh, and Harry, about this Snape thing. I just thought I would let you know that I'm not brave. I can't talk to him, I just can't."

Harry paused. "Yea, I guess. It's fine, your life is something I can't run." She nodded and walked out.

Harry sat there in his soft hospital bed for a long time, thinking. His sneezing had temporarily ceased, giving him some quiet and a clear head. It only took about ten minutes for Harry to come up with an idea to help Leafe and Snape.

He was going to send them on a date.

A/N: Hahaha! Well, here is the answer. Anyone who guessed "Leafe and Snape" and the two blanks in the sneak preview were right! They shall win a digital cookie! YAY! Anyway, I'll work on some more chapters, hopefully you won't have to wait as long for chapters to come. Thanks for being patient! R&R, no flames!