A/N: This is an old bit of writing I found while cleaning out my files. There is more to it and I know it isn't very good writing so please let me know if anyone is interested in me uploading the rest!
Severus stalked along the deserted dungeon corridor. Just his luck that he had patrol duties the night he also had to grade his NEWT students assignments. He looked down at his watch and sighed, another forty five minutes of pointless roaming. I mean really who would sneak out to the dungeons of all places?
As he was pondering this he turned a corner to find an unused classroom door ajar. He strutted up and threw the door open only to be stuck dumb by the sight before him.
Harry Potter lying in a pool of his own blood.
Now many would care to argue this statement, but Severus Snape is not a heartless man. And he felt great empathy towards the adolescent lying on the floor as he could see his slashed wrists and the knife lying nearby. He had had more than his fair share of depressed melt downs often climaxing in self harm. So in this instance he knew exactly what to do.
As soon as he regained himself he rushed over to the still form whipping out his wand as he went. Severing two strips of fabric from his sleeve he wound them around the boy's arms. He then cast a feather weight charm on him swept him up into his arms and was off on his way to the infirmary in a flash.
As he rushed through the corridors taking every available short cut that came to mind the thoughts flowing though his head were over whelming. This was Harry Potter, the spoiled brat who got everything and anything he wanted. What could have possibly pushed him over the edge?
He skidded to a halt just outside of the Hospital Wing doors and charmed them open wandlessly and wordlessly. Severus hurried over to the first bed in sight and gently set Harry's unconscious form down calling out to Poppy a he did.
Poppy Pomfrey was accustomed to being woken up at all hours of the night, but this was new. Severus bloody Snape just outside of her door in her infirmary yelling for her at twelve thirty in the morning? Definitely new. She hastily got out of bed and slipped on her slippers and dressing gown. "Severus what is the meaning of-" she broke off as she saw the still form lying on the bed.
"Help him," he croaked looking down his hooked nose at the blood covered boy.
She immediately set to work rushing over to her medicine cabinet and retrieving several potions among them a blood replenishing potion and a salve that would heal the wounds and would not leave a scar. First she cleaned the wounds using a scouring charm and then a disinfectant charm so she could see the cuts properly. Once she could her breath caught in her throat. They were long and deep and just the most recent, she could see pink scars running up the lengths of the young boy's arms. Blinking back tears she began applying the mint green salve. "Severus, if- if you could please give him the blood replenishing potion?" The potions master complied gently stroking Harry's throat so as to make him swallow the potion.
Poppy sighed as she went to work setting up monitoring charms that would alert her to when her charge awoken. It always saddened her a great deal when she would get students in her infirmary with self-inflicted wounds. She would try her very best to help them, and made sure they knew that if they ever needed anyone to talk to she was always there and non-judgmental. "That is all I can do for now at least until he wakes. I'll give him a dreamless sleep drought so that shouldn't be for at least eight or nine hours."
Severus nodded said, "I will be back then, if he wakes beforehand please alert me. I would like an explanation for all the grief I was put through tonight." And with that stalked off his jet black robes billowing out behind him.
The medi-witch shook her head, "I will never understand him," she mused aloud. And then proceeded to return to the comfort of her own bed.