DISCLAIMER: I do not own this! Setting and characters belong to Jk Rowling. The first 11 chapters belong to Dementorattack. I was given permission to repost and continue where they left off.
WARNING: This contains possibly triggering subjects.
Chapter two
He looked down at Potter. Even in his sleep, the boy looked troubled. He had been through this with Draco, and the image of the blonde lying almost dead on the lavatory floor flashed back into his memory.
He quickly pushed that train of thought aside. Picking up the slumbering teen, he frowned at just how light the boy was. He looked so fragile, so broken and so vulnerable. Lily's child. Severus ook his head. How had he let this happen to the child of the one he loved most?
He carried the boy back to his quarters in the dingy dungeons, casting a charm to warm everything up. As soon as he entered his small but tidy lounge, the torches on the walls had flared to life, illuminating the otherwise dark room.
He gently placed Potter- no, Harry- onto the soft sofa in the centre of the room. He cringed slightly when he noticed the crimson blood seeping through the boy's brown jumper.
He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Why do I always have to deal with the emotionally unstable teenagers he thought bitterly. A small voice in the back of his mind which sounded particularly like a certain Albus Dumbledore reminded him that maybe it was for his own good. He scowled and told that voice to go away, using slightly more colourful vocabulary.
He summoned a chair from across the room and sat by Po-no-Harry. He also summoned two phials- one filled with pain reliever and another with some more blood replenisher.
He carefully rolled up Harry's sleeve, grimaced at how disgusting it looked, and aimed his wand. Muttering a Latin incantation softly, he healed the deep wounds and cleared up the now sticky red blood.
Not wanting to wake the boy just yet, he spelled the two potions straight into Harry's stomach, being careful not to overdose the boy on blood replenished after his earlier amount.
He sighed, checking his watch. One in the morning. He decided it was time to call it a night. Draping a soft blanket over Harry's sleeping form, he put out all the torches and the fire. The room was plunged into an icy darkness, the only sound to be heard was Harry's soft, even breathing.
Severus walked slowly through the room to a door on the other side, cursing quietly when he knocked into the side of the table. He made his way through the door, casting one last glance at Harry's form through the darkness.
Stumbling into his bedroom, he quickly undressed and slid into the soft, warm bed, falling easily into a light sleep.