Harry pulled his knees tighter to his chest, the 15 year old turning his head away as you tried to give him medicine like a child. “Don’t feed me that bloody shit.” He cursed, as he pulled the blankets over him.

“Drink it, or I’ll pry open your mouth and pour it down your throat.” You told him, and he reluctantly opened his mouth. You were never.. an empty threat kind of person. It scared even him at times, and he’d seen the fucking dark lord.