AN: This is a collaboration between percyjacksonfan135 and I. They requested that I post it to my profile due to the subject of the story. The story was however percyjacksonfan135's idea. We will alternate writing chapters for the story. This first chapter was written by percyjacksonfan135, and edited by me. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything pertaining to the Harry Potter universe.

Trauma of a Savior

Chapter 1:

The Triwizard tournament was thankfully over, for one Harry James Potter, but it did not mean the end of his nightmares. In fact, it was only the beginning. It was only the beginning of a very weird and bizarre desire or feeling. Tonight was no different.

Harry felt the weird sensation under him and realized, not for the first time, that his sheets were soaked and so were his boxers. He didn't know when he started wetting the bed, but he figured it must have been all of the horrors he saw after Cedric's death. Harry not only witnessed Voldemort come back; he was forced to fight him once again. But he hated the fact that he could not save Cedric from being killed by Wormtail. It also didn't help that his aunt and uncle verbally and emotionally abused him at any chance they got whenever he was home for the summer. That's why Harry hated it at Privet Drive so much. He hated not being with his godfather who was actually innocent, but there was nothing he could do to change that.

Right now, Harry thought it would be best to concentrate on what was causing him to whet his bed and why it was starting now. However, this was rather embarrassing, so he didn't want anyone else to be involved. Harry knew and understood that if he got Ron or Hermione involved, they would worry about him like crazy and wouldn't let him be alone to take care of those things. He also knew and understood that he needed to get this problem under control before he went home for the summer because he knew that Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon would scorn him and call him an animal. No, what he needed, was someone to help him, but who would that be? He hardly knew anyone else that he could trust.

"No, this is ridiculous!" Harry thought to himself. "I am 14 years old! No one should have to take care of me! Besides, I'd be putting them in danger." So, without further hesitation, the young wizard quietly and effortlessly took care of everything, including re-making his bed and putting on a pair of clean boxers while throwing the soaked ones away into the hamper that the Hogwarts house elves used when doing laundry.

Normally, house elves were not allowed to touch any article of clothing because it meant that they would be freed of their work. However, there were a few exceptions to this rule, one being Hogwarts house elves. Hogwarts house elves could in fact touch and wash the uniforms and other articles of clothing that belong to students because the students did not know where the laundry room was to begin with. Not even the staff knew where it was; only the house elves new. But, that is not the point of this story. Harry Potter needed help, but he had no idea who to talk to or what to do about his problem. Therefore, he had no idea that one of the other students in Hufflepuff house had been eyeing him with a mixture of deep concern and confusion.

This Hufflepuff's name was Zacharias Smith and to most people, he was a bit of a prat. Deep down though, Zacharias truly cared for those he considered friends or family. He also believed that Voldemort was back and he was terrified for everyone he loved. But he could not show that to everyone. He wanted people to believe that he was a hard person to get along with because it was his own way of protecting those whom he cared for as friends or family. The blonde Hufflepuff hated doing that to everyone, but he felt he had no choice but to keep his fears and worries to himself. And tonight was no different. But this time, he was worried for an entirely different reason.

Zacharias wanted to question Potter about Cedric's death sooner, but something inside of him told him to wait. He knew somehow that if he did it too soon, he would break the younger boy, and that was something Zacharias did not want to do. Yes, Zacharias saw the haunted and fearful look in Potter's eyes one Herbology lesson because they were paired up with one another along with Neville Longbottom and Seamus Finnigan and oh how Zacharias wanted nothing more than to reach over and hug the younger boy, but he couldn't. There were too many people around. But those eyes… Those oh so expressive green eyes were just begging him to help, but he couldn't. He wanted to, but there was nothing he could do at the moment. "Potter, what have you gotten yourself into?"