DISCLAIMER: I do not own this! The setting and characters belong to the wonderful Jk Rowling, and the first 11 chapters belong to (Also wonderful) Dementorattack. I was given permission to repost and continue where they left of!
TRIGGER WARNING
Chapter Three
Severus was sleeping peacefully, when he was woken abruptly by a sharp, strangled scream. It took him a few moments to remember what could possibly be making that noise. When he remembered, however, he quickly darted out of bed, and with a flick of his wand he was dressed.
He burst through the door, casting another quick spell to illuminate the room. He immediately rushed towards Harry, who was thrashing around on the couch. The thin blanket which Snape had placed on him earlier was now tangled up in between Harry's limbs. A thin sheen of sweat coated the frail boy's face, and was now making a mark on his shirt.
Snape mentally swore, kneeling beside the boy. He pinned Harry's arms down in a vain attempt to stop the trashing, but it seemed to do exactly the opposite.
"Potter, wake up. You're safe here." He said sternly, but Harry didn't awake.
"Potter, it's me, Professor Snape. You're fine!" He spurted, a bit louder than he had intended. He was beginning to feel desperate.
"Harry! Wake up, you're safe here at Hogwarts!"
Harry's eyes suddenly flew open, and he curled into a small protective ball. He seemed to be trying to shrink away into the corner of the small couch.
"Harry? What happened?" Snape asked softly, but Harry only whimpered. Snape noticed he was shaking violently as well. Then Snape remembered that Harry hadn't been awake when he first got here, and he was probably highly confused and somewhat worried. "This is my quarters, in the dungeons. You're safe. You're safe with me." He whispered. The
"Draco," Harry murmered, "can I se' Dr'co? Please, need to know he s'alright, please." He began to cry.
Severus, not really knowing what else to do with the distraught boy, quickly ran out of his quarters and through the portrait that guarded the Slytherin common room and dorms. He strode quickly up to the fifth year boys' dorms and entered quietly. Using his spy skills, he quietly moved unnoticed across the room to the farthest side, and to Draco's bed.
"Draco, wake up please." He whispered softly, gently shaking said boy's shoulders.
"Mmm…g'way. M'sleep." Draco whinged, burying his face in his pillow.
Snape decided to try another tactic. "Draco, it's Harry. He needs you." He whispered, showing a small amount of panic and urgency in his usually icy voice.
Draco seemed to become more alert at that. He sat up in his bed, eyes widening as he saw who was at his bedside.
"Harry? Oh Merlin, is he alright?" he asked hurriedly, already making a move to put on his slippers and night robe.
"He had a nightmare, Draco. He's asking for you. He said something about 'checking if you're alright." Snape explained quickly, handing Draco his wand as the pair hurriedly made their way out the room, down the stairs and back to Snape's quarters.
Draco burst into the room, but when he didn't see Harry, he looked at Snape expectantly. Snape was looking around, a highly panicked expression on his face now. Draco seemed to cotton on quickly enough, and he began to search the rooms in the quarters.
Harry was gone.