Harriet Potter and the Alpha in the Dungeon

Chapter 3 - Farewell?

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After the battle of the smoothie, Severus seemed to remember that Harriet was there out of choice not obligation and she seemed to recover her patience with her cantankerous charge.

Harriet kept up Severus's daily routine but he no longer fumed as furiously as he had before when the service Harriet provided him wasn't exactly to his liking.

By the fifth week of his recovery, Severus was able to get out of bed and move around for longer amounts of time than walking to and from the washroom.

By the sixth week, Harriet felt like his need for her was dwindling. As she sat in the damask living room one evening, listening to the crackling fireplace, her suspicion was validated when Severus came downstairs on his own and sat across from her in a chair.

Although it was summer, Severus's childhood home was constantly chilly for some reason and Harriet took comfort the fire's warmth.

"I thought you'd already fallen asleep." Harriet commented as Severus eyed her cautiously.

To her surprise, he laid a hand against his throat and spoke more than he had been able to since the attack, "Not yet.........I have an irritating amount of energy as of late."

"Well.....that's good, yeah?" Harriet replied, "You won't be needing me much longer."

She expected Severus to affirm that fact or express his interest in her leaving him, but instead, he pressed the same hand against his throat so that he could answer, "Do I look like I'm fully recovered, Potter? Will you abandon an injured man that still struggles to complete the most basic of tasks?"

Harriet blinked at the offense in Severus's voice. He spoke as though he were both incredibly angry and tragically saddened that she would even think of leaving his side.

"No, of course not, sir." Harriet replied with a shake of her head, "I just......I don't want to be in your way. I told you that I'll look after you. I've kept my word so far, haven't I?"

The tension seemed to ease from Severus's face but Harriet saw his discomfort as he kept his hand pressed against his throat and stated, "I'm currently little more than a cripple. I don't have a way for you to be in, Potter......Strangely enough, your attention has proven useful...........I suppose that's better than the alternative."

Harriet couldn't help but crack a smile.

When Severus saw it, he scowled, but she didn't care, the notion was too amusing for her to ignore.

Severus Snape "supposed" that Harriet's kind assistance, her night and day effort to aid his healing was better than bleeding out on the floor of the Shrieking Shack alone?

Harriet was touched.

There were very few people who received such a heartfelt compliment from Professor, er, Headmaster Snape!

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As the summer continued to roll by, Severus and Harriet both began to accept their newly established routine as a way of life.

Harriet woke, Harriet fed Severus breakfast and ate her own, they sat together, Harriet fed Severus lunch and ate her own, they sat together, and then Harriet fed him dinner and ate her own.

Severus bathed himself, took himself to the bathroom, but frustratingly enough, those were the only things he felt like he could do comfortably and not because of his injuries.