Hermione gets a little help recovering from an terrible curse.

Harry's always been a worthless nobody. That's what he thinks, anyway. Having been recently paralyzed from the waist down, Harry is having trouble adjusting to his new life at Hogwarts. Sad, lonely, and harboring a dark secret, the only one that has chance of helping him just happens to also hate his guts.

Little Harry has lost his puppy and is heartbroken. Who else would find him cuddled up with it in a deserted corridor in the middle of the night than one Severus Snape?

Set in Harry's 2nd year, eventual "Snape adopts Harry" fic. "It is not flesh and blood, but heart which makes us fathers and sons." Friedrich von Schiller