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No Obvious Truths	By : Danyealle Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 64502 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 32
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Chapter 20

Beta'd by the amazing Tenchi. Thanks, woman! You're the BEST!

Looking down at the house elf that opened the front door, Amelia Bones found this decidedly curious. Normally, Narcissa greeted her personally. Though odd, she was going to go with it and stepped inside.
Bowing to the woman, the elf squeaked out, “Follow, Swingle, Madam Bones. Mister Harry isn't feeling well and the masters are with him. Miss Narcissa said to bring you to his room.”
Now understanding, Madam Bones told the creature to lead the way and followed along.
Stepping into the room, Amelia stayed well back as Lucius and Narcissa seemed to be hovering around the bed, tending to Harry. Quietly, she asked, “Is he fine?” The boy had steam rolling off of him, dark circles under his eyes and was shaking. Up until this point, she hadn't heard Harry complain about much of anything, despite how ill he felt. Now, though, he was actually whining softly. That told her that he really wasn't feeling well.
Standing up and shaking her head, Narcissa said, “He's having a really bad day. Since the start of term a week ago, he's not bounced back like he has in the past. We're having problems with pain management. The fevers are getting worse and the anemia is as well. Plus, there's been some disorientation this time.” Sighing, she said, “I'm going to contact his Healer. Everything we normally do isn't working.” Seeing her husband nod, she bustled out, hurrying down to the Floo room.
Keeping a hand on Harry, hoping that helped some at least, Lucius shook his head then crouched down in front of the young man. “Let me get your shirt off, Harry. That might help some.”
Nodding, rubbing his eyes, Harry sighed. This was rotten. He couldn't remember feeling this bad since being in the hospital. He was tired, but couldn't sleep because of the pain. When he would doze off, if he moved he would be jarred awake by it. Everything that was working didn't seem to be doing so very well. It was better than it was, yeah, but not real fun. Sighing, he whimpered softly, though trying not to, when Lucius helped him off with his shirt.
Hissing and uttering a mild swear word when Harry's chest was revealed, he growled, “And the rash is back. I'm sorry, Harry. I know this doesn't feel good.”
Eyes widening at what she saw, Amelia's mouth dropped open. It looked like someone had whipped the poor boy because what was there looked like angry red welts. That would have been her first thought if she didn't watch one form before her very eyes. “Merlin,” was all she was able to mutter, shaking her head.
Calling Dobby, who popped in right away, Lucius looked at Madam Bones then said, “Dobby will take you downstairs to the Floo room. I need you to tell Narcissa that the rash is back, worse than I've ever seen it. It's something the Healer needs to know about.” Patting Harry on the head, gently, he said, “We'll get you something very soon to make you feel better.”
With a firm nod, Amelia said, “Consider it done.” Letting Dobby take her hand, they then popped away.
“I'm sorry, Harry, I know it hurts,” Lucius said softly, shaking his head. “We'll get you help as fast as we can. I would rub some of that stuff on your back and chest that Severus left, but I'm afraid it might make you hurt worse while I do.”
“No touching, please,” Harry told him, shaking his head, shivering though feeling hot at the same time.
“No touching,” Lucius told him firmly. Tapping the fan on the bedside table with his wand, turning it on, he said, “That should help a little. Your Healer will be here soon and he'll give you something to help you feel better.”
Sighing, Harry nodded, wincing at the movement.

Stepping close to where Narcissa had her head in the fire talking to the man she knew was Harry's Healer, Amelia cleared her throat then waited.
Figuring that Amelia was there for a reason, Narcissa pulled her head out and looked at her, brow furrowed, “Is something wrong?”
“Lucius needs you to pass along that the rash is back and worse than ever. I don't think I've ever seen a rash that bad on a child before,” Amelia told her with a shake of her head.
“Thank you,” Narcissa told her, nodding. Poking her head back in the Floo, she added that on to what she already reported. Quickly, the call ended and she stood, brushing her robes off. Sighing, she looked at Madam Bones then said, “I'm sorry, it's been a stressful day.”
Holding her hand up, Amelia said, “No need to apologize. He's sick. You're doing the best you can. I'm going to leave and let you tend to him. Me being underfoot is not something that you need right now. I'll be back on our next scheduled appointment date.”
“Thank you, Madam Bones,” Narcissa told her with a tired smile. “I'll show you out. The Healer will be here in a few minutes then we have a lot of work to do.” Gesturing for the woman to follow her, she led her to the front entryway then said her goodbyes. When the woman popped away, she sent an elf to wait by the Floo for the healer before heading back up the stairs.

Sitting on the edge of the bed with a finally sleeping Harry's head in his lap, Lucius rubbed it softly. Tom was seated there as well, touching him. The Healer had been able to bring something that helped with the pain, thus allowing Harry to sleep, but was now working on what to do about the rest of the complications. The reactions to the potions, not to mention the disease itself, was bad.
Looking at the young man on the bed then consulting his notes, the Healer sighed. “I think we need to switch up the regime he's on completely. At least for now. It's doing what it should with the disease, but the reactions we're getting isn't something we want.” Looking at Narcissa, he said, “I need Severus. I think we need to purge what's in his system out and work with something new. I'm going to need him to brew up several things for me. We also need to consult on some of what can interact. He knows better than I do when it comes to some of these potions.”
A determined look on her face, Narcissa said, “I'll contact Minerva and have her send him. I'll be back as quick as I can.” Sweeping out, she headed for the Floo once more, fully planning to get Severus there as fast as she could.
“Are you going to be able to find something better? Especially with the pain? What you've been giving him isn't working like it used to,” Tom said quietly, looking at the sleeping lad.
“We'll come up with something, don't worry,” the Healer said, consulting his notes. “Never fear, we have plenty of ways to go about this.” Stopping, he looked at Lucius then asked, “There was some disorientation this time? How bad was it?”
“Some, yes, mostly after he woke from his nap. At first, we attributed it to being fuzzy from sleep. It continued on, though. It wasn't bad, but more like he was lost as to where he was, as in which house, and the day, little things like that,” Lucius told him.
Taking that in, the man sighed. “I'm going to have to run some tests. It sounds like he's getting a buildup of some kind from the potions. I'll bet my wand that his liver still isn't functioning as it should. Don't worry, we have ways around this and will work with it. We're just going to have to change what we're doing is all.”

Looking up when the door to the classroom opened, Severus' brow furrowed when he saw Minerva and Albus standing there. Looking around to make sure the first years were still diligently working and nothing looked like it was about to explode, he went over to them and asked, keeping his voice down, “Is something wrong?”
“Narcissa just contacted us. They need you at Malfoy Manor. Harry's Healer wants your assistance. I'll take over your classes for the day, or longer if needed,” Albus told the man softly, hoping not to be overheard.
Sighing, Severus said, “Let me gather my things, then I'll be off.” Turning slightly, he could see Draco looking at them, obviously concerned. Holding up his hand, he walked over to the young man then leaned down and said, keeping his voice low, “It's nothing to concern yourself with. He's fine. As you saw in his letters, he's probably just having problems with the potions. If it's serious, we'll let you know.”
Looking to Dumbledore, McGonagall then back to Severus, Draco nodded then asked, “If it's really serious, you'll get in touch with me, right?”
“We will,” Severus told him firmly. Standing, he said, “I'll be right back,” then swept off to his quarters to gather some things and his bag.
Coming back in, Severus was pleased to see that Albus was already making the rounds to ensure everything was safe then left with Minerva. Hurrying along the halls towards her office, he asked, “Did Narcissa impart what this is about?”
“The Healer needs to consult with you about changing some of the potions then have you brew up some new ones. She said that there are some complications with what they are using. She didn't go into detail, though I didn't get the feeling this was life threatening either,” the deputy headmistress told him softly as they made the way towards the Floo in her office.
Assuming it was about the readings he was getting in the reports, Severus told her, “I doubt it is. If it was, she would have let you know to hurry things along.” Stepping into her office, he made sure he had everything. “I'll return when I can. If I can't get back by tomorrow, I'll let you know.”
“Take all the time you need, Severus. Just let us know.” Minerva told him firmly.
Nodding, he took the Floo powder then called out for Malfoy Manor before stepping into the green flames.

Shaking his head, consulting the list the Healer was holding while looking at a book he had open, Severus rubbed his eyes. This was complicated. They had several different combinations they could use for Harry, but were worried about side effects that could come from them. Everything they put together so far had some complications, there was no way around that as was the case with most of the more complex regimes, but the few they thought would work best had more than the normal amount, something they were worried about.
Smythewick asked, softly, “Is there any way to negate some of the more troublesome ingredients to stave off the worst? We can, of course, go with one of the milder regimens if we need to. I would rather work with one of the more powerful ones, though. We have a long haul here and I want to minimize his suffering the best I can by shortening what we're doing.”
“I don't know,” Severus told him, tone distracted. “Let me think here. I'm not sure we can counteract some of the effects without diluting what it does.” Looking at the list of possible combinations, he said, “With the one, the second from the top, I don't think I can negate some of the more troubling effects directly, but there may be a potion I can add to it that will minimize many of them, like the anemia we are having issues with.” Looking at Smythewick, he asked, “The liver function scans—is it severely diminished to the point we need to use something not processed through that or is it just an effect of the potions he's on currently?”
Flipping through his notes, the Healer said, “Both are the problem. Alone, without the potions, his function is diminished, but not enough to affect the processing. It's the potions that are dropping it slightly. As they are affecting so much else, that's being hit fairly hard as well, leading to the buildup of some things we are seeing. Which means, I want to purge as much out as we can before we start on something new.”
Taking the notes and looking at the numbers on it, Severus nodded slowly, “Good. I say we go with the second one. I'll brew up the other potion to take with it. It's not complex, but requires some odd ingredients. Those are available at the school. I can easily get my hands on them. I think that may be your best bet with this unless you want to err on the side of caution and go with something far less aggressive.”
Looking at the potions with that particular regime, Smythewick asked, “Can this be used with a more powerful pain draught? What we have been employing isn't working well right now. I think part may be the buildup we talked about, but I believe a portion is also he's becoming immune to it.”
Trying to sort through what was there, Severus nodded slowly, “We can, yes. In fact, the standard two we've been giving him would have to be discontinued with this new regime. They would counteract some of what's in it.” Glancing to the boy sleeping on the bed, he sighed, “Let's see what we can do here. I'm going to say right now we need to worry about his blood sugar levels. The pancreas is already affected as that's where the disease started. We're going to need to monitor that with one of these potions.”
Adding that to his notes, Smythewick said, “I'll ensure it's done several times a day and teach everyone the spell for it.” Quietly, he asked, “How fast can you brew these? I don't want to purge anything until you have them done so we can start him on them right away.”
“Sometime tonight, I would think around nine or ten. One is complex and temperamental enough that I'm going to have to keep a close eye on it. I can relegate some of the others as they aren't. Let me head back to the school to get what I need then I'll start. Get me a list of the pain killing draughts you need as well. I'll start those at the same time.” Copying the list and what was needed for them, Severus nodded then swept out, planning to head back to the school.

Striding down the hall towards his lab, Severus was looking over the list again to make sure he knew what to grab. He was stopped, however, by a soft voice saying his name. Looking up, he saw Draco, Blaise and Ron standing there, looking at him with various degrees of worry on their faces. Though this was something that was pressing, so was soothing the fears of some worried young men.
“Is he alright, Professor?” Draco asked, softly, worried despite the assurances he had been given.
Stepping over to the young men, he herded them into a vacant classroom and shut the door. Having them take a seat, he leaned against a desk in front of them then explained, keeping his tone mild, “It's nothing to be concerned about. His Healer is just changing the potions he's being given because they are causing problems, nothing more. That and we're finding him something better for pain. I assure all of you, he's fine. It's nothing to worry about.”
Looking relieved, Draco sighed, “Good. I was wondering when you had to leave.”
“His Healer just wanted me there because I know interactions between ingredients better than him and advice on what should be used to minimize side effects. I'll be gone probably until tomorrow sometime as I have to brew up the new potions. It's nothing more than that.”
“Just—tell him I’m worried about him, okay?” Draco said softly, looking at Severus. “We'll make sure to write tonight so he has the letters in the morning.”
“I'll tell him when he wakes up,” Severus imparted with a nod. “He's resting comfortably now and probably will be asleep most of the day as what he was given was powerful. Just don't let yourself become overly concerned. Harry is getting the best care any of us can provide. It just takes time to get something that works right is all, as we told you this summer.” Reaching out, he put a hand on Draco's shoulder and gave it a squeeze then said, softly, “If it was something very serious, you would have been brought home as well. It's nothing to worry about. All of us involved are making sure it's taken care of.” Straightening up, he looked at the much relieved trio then said, “Now, I think you should get to class. I don't want you getting detention.”
“Thanks, Professor,” Ron said as he stood, looking much more relaxed.
“Yeah, thanks!” Blaise said, standing as well.
“All is fine and there is nothing to concern yourselves about. I'm the one that does the potions so getting called away doesn't mean that something dire is taking place. Try to remember that in the future.” Putting a hand on Draco's back, he led the boys out then started to make his way in the direction of the dungeons once more.

Blinking, really fuzzy and feeling the way some of the painkillers he took in the hospital made him feel, Harry sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes. After sliding his glasses on, he was startled to see Severus sitting there beside him. Confused by that as he knew the man was in school all the time, he said his name quietly. When Severus looked at him, he asked, “What's wrong? Did something happen to Draco?”
Sliding over and sitting on the edge of the bed, Severus put a hand on Harry's leg and gave it a pat. “It's nothing to concern yourself with. Your Healer just needed my help.” Quickly, he walked him through the basics of them changing his potions around. When he finished, he asked, “Are you in as much pain as you were before? Or is it better now?”
“I'm good there, just fuzzy from whatever it is,” Harry told him honestly. Feeling his stomach rumble, he grinned a little then said, “And hungry.”
“Hungry is good,” Severus told him with a smirk and sent Dobby to get the young man some food. “Tom and Lucius are down working on one of the potions. Narcissa is taking a nap, I believe. She's a bit tired from what all went on today. So, I'm sitting with you for now, nothing more than that.” Helping Harry to sit up, propping some pillows behind the young man, Severus sat the tray on his lap when Dobby brought it. “Eat as much as you can. It'll help.”
Nodding, Harry started to work on the food. Quietly, he asked, “The stuff is still working, right? It's killing the cancer?”
“It is,” Severus told him confidently. “That's not why we are changing it around. The side effects were becoming a serious issue, not how well it was working.”
Giving a relieved sigh that it wasn't like the one round of chemo that had to be changed because it wasn't helping, Harry nodded. “Alright.”
“Never fear, this isn't like what the Muggles did, Harry. We'll cure it. We were just worried about how sick the side effects were making you and how the potions for pain weren't working like they were before. It's nothing more than that.” Severus soothed, patting the young man's leg. “You're going to have to take a few more than what you were before and we'll have to watch for some other problems, but these won't be as hard on you as the others were. Tomorrow, your Healer is going to give you a list of things to tell someone about if you experience them. We need you to do that. Don't worry, if you can't take this combination, we have plenty more we can use. We just don't want to make something worse by causing more problems.”
“I can do that,” Harry said with a nod as he dug into his food. Quietly, he asked, “How is Draco doing? He's good, isn't he?”
“He's fine,” Severus smirked. “I believe he, Weasley and Zabini are a trio who can't wait to include you in all they do.” Seeing Harry grin, he then added, lowering his voice, “I also think he has most of my house wanting a stuffed dragon like the two of you have. He's taken Falkor out to the Quidditch pitch several times and they've had all kinds of fun with him. I'm hearing rumblings of scrambling to find them.”
Snickering at that, Harry grinned. “They are fun.”
“The others seem to think so as well,” Severus told him, relaxing slightly. Quietly, he added, “I think he misses you as much as you do him. He has Ron and Blaise, of course, but it's not the same as you.” Seeing the young man smile at that, Severus told him, “Never fear, Harry, he's not going to forget you just because you're not around. You're always included in much they do and are talked about all the time. He never forgets you and wishes you were there as much as you want to be.”
Though it sometimes seemed silly to him, especially after he got Draco's letters, that his friend would move on and not be as close as they were because so many were around him all the time. Because he hadn't had anyone close to him before or real friends, he was uptight about that. Nodding. He said, “I know. It's just—I'm not there. If you can understand that.”
“I do,” Severus nodded. “I believe that Draco talks about you more than he does Lucius, something unprecedented when it comes to him. You will never be left behind when it comes to him.”
Feeling better about it, Harry nodded. Changing topics, he pressed on. “Draco said in one of his letters that there might be a potion to help my hair grow faster. He wasn't sure and said I should ask you.” Stopping, he looked at Severus and waited.
Looking down, rubbing his chin, Severus told him, “There are a few out there. Let me take a look at what's in them. I'm not sure we can do that right now with what you're taking, but I'll look. If nothing else, I might know something that will just stimulate that to grow better. It won't be the same thing as some of the others, but it might help. Let me see what I can find on the topic.”
“What's the difference between the two,” Harry asked curiously.
Slowly, Severus began to walk the young man through how they meant something different, pleased with the question as it was something educational.
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