Hellur! This is my first fanfic, so be nice! Reviews will be welcomed!

DISCLAIMER: I own no part of the first 11 chapters. The setting and characters belong to a wonderful lady by the name of JK Rowling. (Ever heard of her?) And the first 11 chapters belong to Dementorattack (another author on this site) They did not wish to continue the story, and I was given permission to repost and continue where they left off.

Warning: This story contains self-harm and HPDM slash! Don't like it, don't read it! Some moments may be triggering. You have been warned.

ON WITH THE SHOW!

SOS Chapter One: Found

Draco sat against the wall, letting Harry rest his head on his shoulder. Small sobs wracked his thin frame as he clutched to Draco, seemingly as though his life depended on it. Draco used his free arm to rub his hand through Harry's thick black hair.

The pair sat like that for five minutes, when Draco heard footsteps coming from outside in the corridor. Draco immediately became worried, as he knew they would be scolded for being out of the dorms at this time of night. But part of him didn't care. Harry was far more important.

Draco was just about to ask Harry if he wanted to go back to the Slytherin dorms, when the door swung open, revealing Professor Snape. He did not look amused.

He opened his mouth to speak, but he thought better of it when Draco held up his free hand and gave his teacher a menacing glare. Snape returned a questioning look, and Draco simply picked up the bloodied knife and showed it to the teacher.

Snape turned to leave, and mouthed 'stay here' to Draco. He strode effortlessly out the door.

"Who was that?" Harry mumbled softly into Draco's shoulder, not bothering to look up.

"Nobody, Harry. Just someone seeing who we were, that's all." Draco lied, not wanting Harry to get more worried or nervous.

The pair sat in silence again, and a few minutes later, Snape stepped through the doorway again, this time holding a small potions phial. He handed it to Draco, who read the label. In scrawny handwriting, the words 'blood replenishing potion' were written on a dirty old piece of parchment, seemingly charmed to remain attached to the phial.

Snape stepped out of the room, knowing that Harry would not want to know he was there.

Draco nudged the cold container against Harry's lips, whispering 'open up'. Harry unwillingly complied and drank down the foul tasting potion.

A few moments later, Draco could hear snoring, and guessing that Harry was asleep. He stood up and stepped outside the classroom. Professor Snape was waiting patiently, a worried look on his face.

"Draco...what happened?" Snape enquired softly.

"He...he had a nervous breakdown, sir." Draco stuttered, swallowing hard. "He ran off from the Gryffindors, I followed him here. We've been sat like that for ages,sir."

"Do you know why this happened?" Snape persisted.

"Probably another fight with that Irish brat, Finnigan. Keeps calling Harry a liar about you-know-who's return. They've had a fight before, sir. I managed to get tohim before he started cutting that time, though. Harry can't take all the pressure, and he's worried sick about his friends. Top all that off with lack of sleep and you can understand this situation." Draco explained, failing to hide a yawn.

"Are you unharmed?" Snape asked quietly, eyes darting to Draco's arm and back. Draco merely nodded. "Go back to your dormitory, I can tell you're very tired. The potion I gave him was laced with a powerful dreamless sleep potion, so he should catch up on his sleep now. Don't worry; Harry will be in safe hands with me." Snape said softly.

"Okay, goodnight Professor, thank you." Draco replied, turning back to his dormitory. "Oh, and Professor? Please don't tell the headmaster. Please. Harry would kill both of us. We both know how it feels to have someone know."

"I won't, Draco. Goodnight." Snape answered quickly, entering the room that Harry was sleeping in, still slouched against the solid wall. He picked up the now red potions knife. He used a quick cleaning spell and pocketed it, reminding himself to give it back to the boy in his next class.