Harry checked on his patients as well as Lily before going back to his bedroom.

He changed into a loose nightshirt and put out an outfit for the next day. The doctor then climbed into bed. He closed his eyes and waited for sleep to come.

He waited and waited fruitlessly. Finally, Harry let out a frustrated huff and pulled the covers off his body. He snuck out of his room quietly.

The corridors were mostly dark, the only light coming from dim candles. This didn't bother the healer, for he was used to the dark.

Harry began to wander aimlessly, not worried about getting lost.

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Harry's ears perked up at the sound of soft clicking. He thought it to be similar to heeled shoes hitting the floor.

He allowed his ears to guide his steps. Click, click, click. Evans hid in the shadows, unsure about who would be out this late at night. The clicking suddenly stopped.

"Is someone there?" Harry let out a breath of relief as he recognized the deep voice.

"What are you doing out so late, Prince?" Riddle made a sound of mild surprise.

"I could be asking the same of you, angel." The candle light illuminated Tom's silhouette, revealing the cane he held in his right hand.

"You should go back to the infirmary." Riddle huffed.

"I don't like being pent up all the time." Harry sighed.

"Neither do I, but very bad things could happen to you. You could fall or get lost." Tom grinned, limping closer to Harry.

"You fuss quite a bit."

"It's my profession to fuss. Now, back to the infirmary."

"I don't want to. Not yet."

"Then what do you want to do?" Riddle cocked his head, as if not expecting that response.

"I haven't an idea, just don't make me go back. Why aren't you sleeping?"

"I couldn't fall asleep."

"Mm. Why is that?" Harry shrugged.

"I suppose stress is keeping me awake."

"Are they that bad?" Evans frowned.

"What are you talking about?"

"The nightmares. I know you're lying about the stress keeping you up." The healer stiffened.

"So you visited Mercury."

"Yes, The King said I should. I was there just a few minutes ago."

"Please just go back to the infirmary."

"Didn't you just ask what I wanted to do a few moments ago?" Harry tried his best to not show the frustration gathering.

"Prince... Tom, do it for me. I don't want you to get hurt again now that the stitches can come out soon." He admitted to feeling terrible about having to manipulate Riddle like that.

"Fine, but you have to visit me tomorrow." Harry mentally cheered.

"Deal, I'll walk you back."

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Tom watched as his angel walked confidently in the loose nightshirt.

"Are you sure we're going the right way?" Harry nodded.

"I'm just taking a different route."

"Are you cold?" Evans scoffed, even though the castle was quite cool.

"I've been through worse. Do you like apples?"

"Yes, why?" Evans opened a door that Tom hadn't noticed before. He stepped inside the room, cursed, then came back out. Harry took a candlestick from one of the wall sconces and began to light more candles.

The room soon filled with amber, dancing light. "You can come in, there's not anything dangerous in here." Tom stepped in, now knowing what the room was for.

Tables, knives, and two stoves in alcoves of the walls told him that it was a kitchen. Harry uncovered a plate, setting the cloth aside. He picked up two pastries, handing one to the prince.

"Apple turnovers?" Tom questioned, taking a bite. The dessert was cold, but still tasted delicious. It reminded him of his childhood.

"They were made earlier today." Harry mumbled, holding all of the pastry in his mouth while he covered the plate again.

"They're good."

"I know." Evans quickly ate it, brushing crumbs off his hands. "Now you really do have to go back to the infirmary." Harry blew out the candles as they left.

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"Try to be quiet, I don't want Draco to wake up." Harry whispered as he opened the door to the infirmary. Tom nodded.

"Goodnight, thank you for helping me find my way back."

"Goodnight, Prince. Sleep well." He silently shut the door, heading to his quarters.

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Harry made it without any trouble. He lied down, eyes not closing.

For a few minutes, the healer just stared at the ceiling.

"I don't want anymore nightmares, Severus. I've begun to wonder, my love. Do you do this to me so Tom Riddle might fall in love with me? Is that why you persistently haunt my dreams?" Harry hummed thoughtfully, "You always were a clever man." His eyelids suddenly began to feel like heavy weights. "Oh I see what you're doing." He murmured tiredly.

That night, Hadrian Evans dreamt of fields of lilies burning. White petals being engulfed by crimson flames. An odd dream.

A/N: Hey buds, sorry about this being a little short. Hope you liked this. Thanks for 1k reads!