Rehabilitation

by Catty

“What the hell?!”

Draco jolted awake. “What happened?”

A very pale Harry stumbled from the bathroom.

“What happened Harry?”

“Red” was all he got as prior boy shoved something into his hands. Draco nearly fainted from shock.

“Ewwww…”

Harry grunted. He was bad enough that he had violently thrown up that morning, but on top of that, his stomach had been hurting as well. Draco was sitting in a chair beside the bed. The blonde was mildly worried. Sick Harry might morph into possessed Harry. Possessed Harry would be fuelled by a fever that made Harry do scary things.

Oh, how he dreaded that.

There was a thunk and a crash from upstairs.

Snape rushed to the boys room. Harry had crashed in to the night table on his way to the bathroom. Snape peeked in. a pale, weak, sickly looking Harry was puking into the toilet. Snape checked his temperature; the boy’s forehead was a brand. The professor deftly carried the boy back to bed. “This isn’t good for him. His body must’ve gone in to overtime. If it gets any worse, call me. Or, rather, write me”

Draco followed him downstairs.

“In three weeks, open the package on the table.”

Draco nodded as Snape breezed out.

15 minutes later, Flitwick appeared. He too checked on Harry and left a package to be opened in three weeks.

This was starting to get annoying.

A/N: i found/re-wrote it!!!! it lives!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

please dont be rediculously angry, but this isnt saved on a computer, this whole story is written on paper and typed up, and i lost the hardcopy. i was trying to rewrite it, but nothing turned out right.

then, SALVATION. my mom was cleaning out boxes, and found it.

thank you for sticking with me.

mwa!!

review!!!!!!!!!!