Harry made his way up to his bed again to be greeted by Madam Pomfrey, who was stuffing his mouth with chocolate. "Poor boy, poor boy," she kept mumbling, and Harry found himself forming a slight blush over his cheek and nose. "I do think it is time to talk about this Potter."Harry looked up at his potion professor. "I am well aware none of us would like to take this discussion, but McGonnagal and I agreed it is in your best interest that I discuss it with you." Snape continued and placed himself in a cosy armchair beside Harry’s bed. The armchair was brown and did not at all fit the aesthetic of the room. Harry figured it was placed there for temporary usage. "How long have I been asleep?" he asked the black-dressed man. "Madam Pomfrey has been working on you constantly for a few days," he said, waving for her to leave the room. It was clear this would be a conversation Harry dreaded.