When I saw this prompt I couldn't wait to read the story and I've not been disappointed. I adore this fic from Prickly Poison-tongue Snape (lol) to poor lost Harry. It is warm and funny and my favorite part is:
“Are you okay?” Harry asked finally. “How do you feel?” “Stiff. Dirty. Hungry.” Harry blinked. “Oh.” “Yes.” He waved at the tea service on the coffee table. “Biscuit?”