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✔9. I'm scared, part 2

Only slowly Harry calmed down again, the unfamiliar touch helped immensely. With the exception of Luna, nobody had ever caressed his head and back. Therefore, he enjoyed this moment to the fullest.

Unfortunately, the beautiful feeling did not last long, because shortly thereafter, his sobs turned into a penetrating coughing fit.

Startled by this, Poppy came drifting out of her office.

"What happened? Severus, why is Harry so crooked? Help him to sit up immediately. So it's no wonder he cannot breathe. "

Snape, startled by Harry's sudden lack of air, gripped himself and helped the boy sit up. A short time later, and after a few mediwitch spells, Harry's coughing subsided, and his breathing returned to normal.

"Stupid asthma, stupid lung weakness," he scolded.

Poppy simply handed the crying teenager a potion, which he gulpily swallowed.

"Uh, honestly, the Injuries potions are by far the ugliest. Whoever invented them must have been a sadist. "He only received a smile from the two adults for this tirade.

Snape's amusement, however, soon turned into cold rage. He had to remember that Harry's relatives were responsible for his catastrophic physical condition. The Potions Master would have liked to pay a small visit to these despicable creatures and show them what he thought of child maltreatment. Best of all, by letting her taste her own medicine. However, he had to hold back. If he stormed right now, he would have satisfied his need for revenge for the moment, but that would not do the boy any harm except anger.

Because then the Ministry would come on the plan and would ask questions and initiate an investigation. But then they would have Harry in their clutches, which is exactly what was to be prevented. So Snape had to postpone his plans for revenge later or later.

He was torn from his thoughts by Poppy.

"Harry, I've put together a food and drug plan for you to follow in the coming months. You need to gain weight and we will tackle your chronic lung and defence weakness. You also need slow muscle building training. The emphasis is on slow, so no quidditch! And I also have an ointment that will make your scars disappear. Unfortunately not all. Some injuries are just too old for that. "

Harry only nodded at this long treatment prospect. He had already thought that would happen in any case. Although he had always tried as much as possible to take care of himself, but since he was not a healer, he had only limited success.

"Well then let's get started," Poppy said, calling for Dobby. Which also appeared very zealous.

"Dobby, please bring a bowl of fresh fruit and juice for Harry. Alas, and in the near future, he's only allowed to eat these things. "With that, the nurse handed the house-elf the list of Harry-compatible foods. Dobby carefully studied the sheet and then turned to his loved one.

"Dobby will take care of everything, Mr. Harry Potter sir."

"Thank you Dobby, would you please bring some nuts for Fawkes and Hedwig and a bowl of water?"

The house elf nodded enthusiastically and disappeared. Course on it appeared everything desired on a tray. Harry handed the bowl of nuts and water to the two birds. The same immediately rushed enthusiastically. Then he turned to his fruit that Dobby had neatly sliced. After a moment's thought, he picked up a piece of apple and handed the plate to the two adults. Poppy declined with thanks and disappeared after a final look back in her office.

Snape, on the other hand, also took a piece of apple. He had to smile about the caring nature of his student. Actually, the boy should only think of himself at the moment, but that did not seem to happen to him at all.