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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
17,278
Reviews:
44
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Currently Reading:
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Who, What and Where am I?
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing! JK Rowling and her Publishers owns Harry Potter and anything associated with it.
Warning: This is NOT a happy fic. There will be references to sexual situations, chan and non-con. If this disturbs you then please do NOT read. I’ve warned you so don’t flame me about that! But, it will have a happy ending.
Chapter 1
A little boy was curled tight around himself, as tight as his little body would allow. It had always been like this.
He knew no other home than that of his little cupboard. His aunt and uncle had made it clear from an early age that he was nothing more than a waste of space, a freak and a nuisance.
He went to school with all the normal kids but he never talked to them. He kept to himself whenever he could. Dudley’s gang usually found him eventually but Harry always had SOME time to himself.
He held many secrets. One of which distinguished him as more of a freak than his relatives even knew. It had happened when he was five years old. He had really needed to use the bathroom. No one was at home and he knew the consequences of dirtying his cupboard and clothes. Thus he had wished with all his might that he could open the door. He had hoped beyond hope that it would work and when he opened his eyes he saw a beam of white light stretch from his hand to the door handle.
Too shocked to do anything else he had stared at the beam of light until the door had squeaked and opened for him.
From that day on he had worked hard to use this special gift. He knew that his relatives already thought him a freak, just because he was a Potter and as a Potter he would turn out just like his father, a drunk and a loser. He had decided to keep his gifts a secret and only use it when he was sure that no one else was in the vicinity and that they would never know about it.
So, lying in his little cupboard, little Harry concentrated on his gifts and wished his wounds to heal.
He had barely healed everything when his door was wrenched open and his uncle’s meaty fist closed around his tattered shirt.
“Boy! You caused this didn’t you! I know you did. You and your freaky ways! I’ll teach you, ruining a perfect job opportunity for me, the nerve!”
Harry cringed as his uncle hollered at him.
He had seen his uncle mad before. He had seen his uncle mad and drunk before. But he had never seen him quite like this. His uncle was purple in the face with his mouth half open and gasping deep breaths.
This was beyond angry. Harry wondered if his uncle had finally been pushed over the edge and was going to murder him in cold blood.
The first lash landed right in the middle of his back and he cried out as he fell to the floor. The eight year old looked up with pain filled eyes at his uncle and knew he had to do something for he would not make it out of this alive otherwise.
With all his might he wished himself anywhere else, anywhere he would be away from his uncle, as far away as he could manage.
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Severus Snape was a smart young man. He didn’t consider himself a boy. He had never had the opportunity to be a boy. He had been born a baby but had grown up as a young man.
Etiquette lessons from his mother ensured that he was properly groomed and his father made sure that he only did what was considered acceptable in society.
His mother’s lessons were as different from his father’s as night to day.
His mother used a loving touch, soft words and encouraging lectures.
His father on the other hand used his hands, fists and sometimes, sometimes he even went further than that.
He could not wait for next year, next year he would go to Hogwarts.
Shaking himself from his thoughts, Severus heard his father enter from the back door.
The footsteps were uneven and he could hear hesitation in the steps every few seconds. That could only mean one thing. His father was drunk and was even now emptying yet another bottle of firewhiskey or whatever he was drinking.
He knew what was coming. His father only ever drank when he was in a horrible mood and when something had gone wrong at work.
As his father entered the living room Severus looked up. There was a crazed glint in his father’s eyes and he knew that today was one of those days when his father would not be satisfied with only his hands and fists.
The last of the drink was quickly downed and his father advanced on him.
“Sonny-boy! Come here son. I think it’s time for another lesson in how to behave as a proper adult!”
His father was dragging him to the bedroom by his hair before he could even open his mouth to protest.
But he knew that protesting would be futile, it would only worsen the situation.
He was thrown on the bed and as he scrambled to the top he could hear his father removing his clothes.
Closing his eyes and fighting back tears Severus settled himself in the middle of the bed. His father was kneeling over him by this time and as he lifted his face he encountered one enormous prick.
“Suck” was the growled command and Severus could do nothing but obey.
He hated this. Hated the fact that his father only had 2 uses for him. Being a punching bag or a little slut. He closed his eyes as the hard member was thrust down his throat and wished with all his might to be somewhere else. Anywhere which would be as far away from his father as possible.
He did not think it would work. Did not think he was powerful enough already to apperate anywhere. Never mind the fact that there were wards all around the mansion.
But work it did.
And painfully so.
He realized first that something was wrong as the pressure left his mouth. The next thing he realized was excruciating pain in his back. Another sting was added and he turned around to see what was happening.
A huge, ugly whale of a man stood above him with a leather belt in hand. Said belt was currently on route to his back and he cried out as it made contact.
Scrambling away as fast and far as his weak body could manage Severus heard the man speaking.
“Boy! Where do you think you’re going you little freak? I’m not through with you yet!”
Five minutes and numerous lashes later Severus was released and ordered to clean himself up.
He scrambled to his feet but had to walk in a hunched position so as not to worsen his wounds.
He didn’t know where he was, didn’t know exactly how he got there or how to get home. What he did know was that he needed to get the wounds cleaned before they became infected and to do so he had to find the bathroom.
Deciding that the first place to look would be upstairs where the bedrooms most likely were, he made the agonizing journey up the stairs.
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Harry gagged with his eyes still closed. He didn’t know what had happened but he knew that if whatever was in his mouth didn’t get out soon he was going to bring up the meager contents of his breakfast.
Opening his eyes slowly he came face to face with a red, angry looking face. There was something else in the look on said face but he didn’t know quite what it was.
“Suck Sonny! If you don’t suck I’ll rip you open and you won’t be able to sit for weeks!”
Harry knew how to deal with angry people. His uncle had taught him from a young age not to disagree.
So, pushing down on the gagging feeling he sucked tentatively on the member in his mouth.
His uncle had never done this to him. Had never asked him to suck him off or made a whore of him.
He knew what it was. Knew what it entailed as his uncle had threatened him with it. He never went through with his threats, never had the guts to go this far but he did explain in great detail what he could do.
What this man was doing was wrong but he couldn’t do anything about it.
He knew that adults never listened to children. Knew that his opinion didn’t matter. His uncle had told him so.
The man’s body tensed up and Harry sucked even harder, knowing what was coming.
The taste was bitter and stale. The man continued to thrust until every last drop was swallowed and Harry sagged back onto the bed.
His head had barely hit the pillow when he was hauled up and out the bedroom door.
“Get lost sonny! Your next lesson will be tomorrow and you had better get your act together or the consequences would be dire!”
Harry turned around and all but ran through the hallway.
He looked into every room where the door was open until he found the bathroom.
Rinsing his mouth out first he then drank down gulps and gulps of water.
When he had finally quenched most of his thirst he lifted his face and his gaze locked onto that of a stranger.
He knew that no one else was in the bathroom and that it was a mirror in front of him but he could not fathom the fact that he was someone else.
The boy in the mirror was almost a head taller than what he knew he should be. The hair was longer and the eyes were black where it should be green. The face was narrow and he could see none of the baby fat he was used to.
Was he someone else now? What had happened? How did he get here? Was it his wish? Was that what had caused this?
He didn’t have the answers and so he decided to look for them.
He would stay as far away from that man as possible but he had to find a library or something. Maybe there were books on something like this happening before?
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Severus cursed under his breath as he lifted his face from the basin.
He had cleaned the wounds as thoroughly as he could but could do nothing else. Now, staring at the mirror above the sink he knew that something really bad was going on.
He stared at the face in the mirror in fascination.
The boy looking back at him was small. Much smaller than he himself. The most beautiful green eyes stared back at him and he couldn’t help but reach out a hand to touch. The mirror was cold but he smiled when he saw the eyes lit up a bit as he realized that this was now his eyes.
He knew he had to get back home. Knew that his dad would be beyond furious with him for leaving but he couldn’t. Not yet.
The pain in his back had lessened a bit but was still quite noticeable.
He didn’t know who this boy was. The man had only called him ‘boy’ so he didn’t even know his name.
He took a little bit of comfort in the fact that he now knew that he was not the only one who suffered at the hands of an adult.
The boy had obviously been beaten with a belt on numerous occasions as the scars on his back would testify. He didn’t know how he could help the boy who’s body he had taken but he would do his best to find out who the boy was and where he lived. Maybe he could get his mother to investigate further?
*----*
It had been three days but he had had no luck.
He had learned that the whale of a man was ‘his’ uncle and that ‘he’ had an aunt and cousin as well. But no name.
He was only known as ‘boy’, ‘freak’ or just ‘you’.
As it was summer vacation there was no way to find out the information from school. He had realized by his second day there that he was in a muggle home and that the boy he was supposed to ‘be’ didn’t know that he was a wizard.
He finally gave up on his quest for information after a week and decided that it was time to return home.
He just hoped that it would work this time around as well.
Wishing with his entire mind to return home again Severus opened his eyes and released a relieved sigh.
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Harry had found the most fascinating books in a HUGE library in the house he was in.
He read all about wizards, witches and magic.
He knew now that what he had done was called ‘apperating’. He found it a bit funny that there was no cell-phone or even a regular phone in the house but put it down as a ‘wizard’ thing.
Something else which puzzled him a bit was that the ‘Self updating’ Howarts: A History book was only up to date to 1967 but once again he put it down to the fact that something was most probably wrong with the book. Besides, he didn’t even know a drop in a bucket full of water about what went on in the wizarding world.
The man he had seen when he had first arrived there had made good on his promise and Harry was subjected to ‘whoring’ himself for the man twice after that.
The last time had been the worst. The man had gone further than the previous two times and no matter how many times Harry denied being ‘sonny-boy’, ‘sonny’ or just ‘son’ the man ignored him and kept him under lock and key.
Harry had cried like a baby that night. He had always hoped and prayed that his uncle would never make true on his promises and now this man had done what his uncle hadn’t had the guts to do.
Even though he knew it wasn’t his body, it was still his mind in there and he knew what had happened, how it had felt and the pain involved.
He had decided then that he had to return home. He would face his uncle’s wrath. He would comply with anything his uncle wanted; he could do no worse than what had already happened.
That night, as he cried into his pillow he wished with all his heart and soul to go back. Back to his abusive relatives, back to a life he at least knew.
End Chapter 1
Okay, this is the first part of the story. It’s not going to be very long, probably about 15 - 20 000 words or so.
What did you think?
Review please!!
Warning: This is NOT a happy fic. There will be references to sexual situations, chan and non-con. If this disturbs you then please do NOT read. I’ve warned you so don’t flame me about that! But, it will have a happy ending.
Chapter 1
A little boy was curled tight around himself, as tight as his little body would allow. It had always been like this.
He knew no other home than that of his little cupboard. His aunt and uncle had made it clear from an early age that he was nothing more than a waste of space, a freak and a nuisance.
He went to school with all the normal kids but he never talked to them. He kept to himself whenever he could. Dudley’s gang usually found him eventually but Harry always had SOME time to himself.
He held many secrets. One of which distinguished him as more of a freak than his relatives even knew. It had happened when he was five years old. He had really needed to use the bathroom. No one was at home and he knew the consequences of dirtying his cupboard and clothes. Thus he had wished with all his might that he could open the door. He had hoped beyond hope that it would work and when he opened his eyes he saw a beam of white light stretch from his hand to the door handle.
Too shocked to do anything else he had stared at the beam of light until the door had squeaked and opened for him.
From that day on he had worked hard to use this special gift. He knew that his relatives already thought him a freak, just because he was a Potter and as a Potter he would turn out just like his father, a drunk and a loser. He had decided to keep his gifts a secret and only use it when he was sure that no one else was in the vicinity and that they would never know about it.
So, lying in his little cupboard, little Harry concentrated on his gifts and wished his wounds to heal.
He had barely healed everything when his door was wrenched open and his uncle’s meaty fist closed around his tattered shirt.
“Boy! You caused this didn’t you! I know you did. You and your freaky ways! I’ll teach you, ruining a perfect job opportunity for me, the nerve!”
Harry cringed as his uncle hollered at him.
He had seen his uncle mad before. He had seen his uncle mad and drunk before. But he had never seen him quite like this. His uncle was purple in the face with his mouth half open and gasping deep breaths.
This was beyond angry. Harry wondered if his uncle had finally been pushed over the edge and was going to murder him in cold blood.
The first lash landed right in the middle of his back and he cried out as he fell to the floor. The eight year old looked up with pain filled eyes at his uncle and knew he had to do something for he would not make it out of this alive otherwise.
With all his might he wished himself anywhere else, anywhere he would be away from his uncle, as far away as he could manage.
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Severus Snape was a smart young man. He didn’t consider himself a boy. He had never had the opportunity to be a boy. He had been born a baby but had grown up as a young man.
Etiquette lessons from his mother ensured that he was properly groomed and his father made sure that he only did what was considered acceptable in society.
His mother’s lessons were as different from his father’s as night to day.
His mother used a loving touch, soft words and encouraging lectures.
His father on the other hand used his hands, fists and sometimes, sometimes he even went further than that.
He could not wait for next year, next year he would go to Hogwarts.
Shaking himself from his thoughts, Severus heard his father enter from the back door.
The footsteps were uneven and he could hear hesitation in the steps every few seconds. That could only mean one thing. His father was drunk and was even now emptying yet another bottle of firewhiskey or whatever he was drinking.
He knew what was coming. His father only ever drank when he was in a horrible mood and when something had gone wrong at work.
As his father entered the living room Severus looked up. There was a crazed glint in his father’s eyes and he knew that today was one of those days when his father would not be satisfied with only his hands and fists.
The last of the drink was quickly downed and his father advanced on him.
“Sonny-boy! Come here son. I think it’s time for another lesson in how to behave as a proper adult!”
His father was dragging him to the bedroom by his hair before he could even open his mouth to protest.
But he knew that protesting would be futile, it would only worsen the situation.
He was thrown on the bed and as he scrambled to the top he could hear his father removing his clothes.
Closing his eyes and fighting back tears Severus settled himself in the middle of the bed. His father was kneeling over him by this time and as he lifted his face he encountered one enormous prick.
“Suck” was the growled command and Severus could do nothing but obey.
He hated this. Hated the fact that his father only had 2 uses for him. Being a punching bag or a little slut. He closed his eyes as the hard member was thrust down his throat and wished with all his might to be somewhere else. Anywhere which would be as far away from his father as possible.
He did not think it would work. Did not think he was powerful enough already to apperate anywhere. Never mind the fact that there were wards all around the mansion.
But work it did.
And painfully so.
He realized first that something was wrong as the pressure left his mouth. The next thing he realized was excruciating pain in his back. Another sting was added and he turned around to see what was happening.
A huge, ugly whale of a man stood above him with a leather belt in hand. Said belt was currently on route to his back and he cried out as it made contact.
Scrambling away as fast and far as his weak body could manage Severus heard the man speaking.
“Boy! Where do you think you’re going you little freak? I’m not through with you yet!”
Five minutes and numerous lashes later Severus was released and ordered to clean himself up.
He scrambled to his feet but had to walk in a hunched position so as not to worsen his wounds.
He didn’t know where he was, didn’t know exactly how he got there or how to get home. What he did know was that he needed to get the wounds cleaned before they became infected and to do so he had to find the bathroom.
Deciding that the first place to look would be upstairs where the bedrooms most likely were, he made the agonizing journey up the stairs.
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Harry gagged with his eyes still closed. He didn’t know what had happened but he knew that if whatever was in his mouth didn’t get out soon he was going to bring up the meager contents of his breakfast.
Opening his eyes slowly he came face to face with a red, angry looking face. There was something else in the look on said face but he didn’t know quite what it was.
“Suck Sonny! If you don’t suck I’ll rip you open and you won’t be able to sit for weeks!”
Harry knew how to deal with angry people. His uncle had taught him from a young age not to disagree.
So, pushing down on the gagging feeling he sucked tentatively on the member in his mouth.
His uncle had never done this to him. Had never asked him to suck him off or made a whore of him.
He knew what it was. Knew what it entailed as his uncle had threatened him with it. He never went through with his threats, never had the guts to go this far but he did explain in great detail what he could do.
What this man was doing was wrong but he couldn’t do anything about it.
He knew that adults never listened to children. Knew that his opinion didn’t matter. His uncle had told him so.
The man’s body tensed up and Harry sucked even harder, knowing what was coming.
The taste was bitter and stale. The man continued to thrust until every last drop was swallowed and Harry sagged back onto the bed.
His head had barely hit the pillow when he was hauled up and out the bedroom door.
“Get lost sonny! Your next lesson will be tomorrow and you had better get your act together or the consequences would be dire!”
Harry turned around and all but ran through the hallway.
He looked into every room where the door was open until he found the bathroom.
Rinsing his mouth out first he then drank down gulps and gulps of water.
When he had finally quenched most of his thirst he lifted his face and his gaze locked onto that of a stranger.
He knew that no one else was in the bathroom and that it was a mirror in front of him but he could not fathom the fact that he was someone else.
The boy in the mirror was almost a head taller than what he knew he should be. The hair was longer and the eyes were black where it should be green. The face was narrow and he could see none of the baby fat he was used to.
Was he someone else now? What had happened? How did he get here? Was it his wish? Was that what had caused this?
He didn’t have the answers and so he decided to look for them.
He would stay as far away from that man as possible but he had to find a library or something. Maybe there were books on something like this happening before?
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Severus cursed under his breath as he lifted his face from the basin.
He had cleaned the wounds as thoroughly as he could but could do nothing else. Now, staring at the mirror above the sink he knew that something really bad was going on.
He stared at the face in the mirror in fascination.
The boy looking back at him was small. Much smaller than he himself. The most beautiful green eyes stared back at him and he couldn’t help but reach out a hand to touch. The mirror was cold but he smiled when he saw the eyes lit up a bit as he realized that this was now his eyes.
He knew he had to get back home. Knew that his dad would be beyond furious with him for leaving but he couldn’t. Not yet.
The pain in his back had lessened a bit but was still quite noticeable.
He didn’t know who this boy was. The man had only called him ‘boy’ so he didn’t even know his name.
He took a little bit of comfort in the fact that he now knew that he was not the only one who suffered at the hands of an adult.
The boy had obviously been beaten with a belt on numerous occasions as the scars on his back would testify. He didn’t know how he could help the boy who’s body he had taken but he would do his best to find out who the boy was and where he lived. Maybe he could get his mother to investigate further?
*----*
It had been three days but he had had no luck.
He had learned that the whale of a man was ‘his’ uncle and that ‘he’ had an aunt and cousin as well. But no name.
He was only known as ‘boy’, ‘freak’ or just ‘you’.
As it was summer vacation there was no way to find out the information from school. He had realized by his second day there that he was in a muggle home and that the boy he was supposed to ‘be’ didn’t know that he was a wizard.
He finally gave up on his quest for information after a week and decided that it was time to return home.
He just hoped that it would work this time around as well.
Wishing with his entire mind to return home again Severus opened his eyes and released a relieved sigh.
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Harry had found the most fascinating books in a HUGE library in the house he was in.
He read all about wizards, witches and magic.
He knew now that what he had done was called ‘apperating’. He found it a bit funny that there was no cell-phone or even a regular phone in the house but put it down as a ‘wizard’ thing.
Something else which puzzled him a bit was that the ‘Self updating’ Howarts: A History book was only up to date to 1967 but once again he put it down to the fact that something was most probably wrong with the book. Besides, he didn’t even know a drop in a bucket full of water about what went on in the wizarding world.
The man he had seen when he had first arrived there had made good on his promise and Harry was subjected to ‘whoring’ himself for the man twice after that.
The last time had been the worst. The man had gone further than the previous two times and no matter how many times Harry denied being ‘sonny-boy’, ‘sonny’ or just ‘son’ the man ignored him and kept him under lock and key.
Harry had cried like a baby that night. He had always hoped and prayed that his uncle would never make true on his promises and now this man had done what his uncle hadn’t had the guts to do.
Even though he knew it wasn’t his body, it was still his mind in there and he knew what had happened, how it had felt and the pain involved.
He had decided then that he had to return home. He would face his uncle’s wrath. He would comply with anything his uncle wanted; he could do no worse than what had already happened.
That night, as he cried into his pillow he wished with all his heart and soul to go back. Back to his abusive relatives, back to a life he at least knew.
End Chapter 1
Okay, this is the first part of the story. It’s not going to be very long, probably about 15 - 20 000 words or so.
What did you think?
Review please!!