The Rules of Life
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
Views:
45,418
Reviews:
165
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
3
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 12
Title: The Rules of Life
Summary: There was no Harry Potter at the Dursley’s when Dumbledore sent Hagrid to fetch him in first year. Where in the world is Harry Potter? This fic is SNARRY slash, Snape!Dom, Harry!sub.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter or any of the other familiar characters. Harry Potter and this magical world belong to JK Rowling and her publishers. No money made from this.
Warnings: This fic is Snarry slash, which means two men in a sexual relationship – specifically, Harry and Snape. This fic also contains BDSM elements with Snape as the Dominant partner and Harry as the submissive. If you don’t know what this means then please don’t read the fic – you won’t understand most of what happens. The fic starts out before Hogwarts and contains elements of chan (just mentioning of it), dub-con and non-con (rape). Don’t read if you don’t like!!
AN: Really sorry about the delay guys! I was sick in bed for a week and had to catch up on my work first, but I’m better now and updates would be more regular again.
Sirius’s ramblings triggered something in her mind as she made her way up to Albus’s office.
Harry?
Chapter 12
Minerva swiftly made her way to the hospital wing. The last hour spent in the headmaster’s office was a revelation. Albus always looked after his students, cared for them as a headmaster should, and put their needs above his own. That Albus refused to do the same for any other child however, grated on Minerva and she could not help but feel as if Albus was betraying everyone else in the wizarding world with his actions.
To blame Severus’s young charge for what happened tonight was the last straw and Minerva bid Albus goodnight before the man could utter any other nonsense.
She needed to find Severus, quickly. There were so many questions burning inside her, questions that she was certain she knew the answers of, but as it would change everything she believed in, she would not take the chance by just assuming the truth.
Softly opening the doors to the infirmary, Minerva slipped inside and gave a nod to Poppy – who was busy writing something in her office. Walking over to the only occupied bed, Minerva stopped beside Severus’s still frame and just watched the two black heads for a moment.
The boy was sleeping peacefully and Minerva would bet her private stack of catnip that it was only because Poppy – or Severus – had forced some Dreamless Sleep down his throat. She could not imagine anyone sleeping peacefully after what happened to Harry, not without the aid of potions.
Severus had most probably also taken a dose or Minerva would have been facing the end of his wand the moment she entered the room. There was a shield around the bed, one that had Severus’s distinct signature, and Minerva smiled when she felt it. It was a protective shield, one that would wake Severus the moment something interrupted Harry’s sleep, whether by nightmares or outside influence. It would also prevent anyone wishing Harry harm from getting too close and would bind that person the moment he or she touched the shield.
As she turned around, Minerva heard a soft rustle and looked back as Harry shifted slightly in bed, his hand reaching out and grabbing hold of Severus’s robes. It could have been her imagination, but Minerva could have sworn she heard a contented sigh from Severus.
Shaking her head and blaming her thoughts on the distressing events of the evening, Minerva turned and made her way out of the hospital wing, back to her chambers and to a hot, relaxing bath.
Tomorrow would come, and with it new developments, new associates and the caring of one troubled boy, but for now, Minerva would indulge herself a bit – it could be her last relaxing bath in weeks, if not months.
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Severus sat up straight as the alarm charm alerted him to Harry’s distress. The boy whimpered in his sleep and Severus grabbed the hand that was busy scratching at the boy’s forehead. The lightning bolt scar stood out in sharp contrast against the pale skin, red and angry looking.
It was a testament to Harry’s distress that he dropped the glamour hiding his scar – the boy had not dropped it even after what Black did.
Looking around the room, Severus was relieved to see that they were alone and he quickly turned to the boy to rouse him. He could not take the chance that anyone sees the scar.
After the third sharp call of ‘Harry!’, the boy still did not wake and Severus pulled him upright, shaking his shoulders ever so slightly.
The doors to the infirmary opened just as Harry gasped and his eyes snapped open. Harry’s gasp drowned that of the newcomer but Severus heard it nonetheless and he turned around with a scowl and glare firmly in place. Obvliate would not be out of the question, but as Severus saw Minerva standing there, he knew it would not be necessary.
His colleague composed herself quickly and Severus glared a silent message at her as she neared the bed.
She nodded her head slightly in acknowledgement, and Severus turned back to his charge.
Harry was looking at Minerva with a strange expression on his face. The boy blushed suddenly and ducked his head. Severus had no doubt that Harry just remembered it was Minerva who found him the previous night.
Minerva did and said nothing however, and Harry slowly raised his head again. The boy refused to look at Severus but he did lean closer to him. Harry suddenly raised his hand to his head and a horrified expression crossed his face a moment before his forehead smoothed out.
Minerva looked startled at the display of magic but kept her comments to herself.
“Do not worry Harry. I will keep your secret safe.”
Severus gave her a tight nod and when he turned back and found Harry’s questioning, uncertain eyes directed at him, he gave a more encouraging nod to the boy. Yes Harry, you can trust Minerva.
It was not necessary to voice his thoughts, as Harry understood him well.
Parchment and quill appeared before Harry and this time Minerva only blinked at the boy’s ability. She did however; cast a look at Severus that spoke volumes.
There was no doubt in his mind that Harry would receive extra help and lessons this year. If there was one thing Minerva could not pass up, it was the opportunity to work with a student who showed promise and ability beyond the average.
May we go home now Master?
The parchment hovered in front of Severus and he snatched it out of the air with a scowl.
“You just woke up after a very disturbing night and want to go home already? You are still healing, not to mention that Poppy has not had the opportunity to fuss over you. So no, I am afraid you are not going to leave here just yet.”
Harry lowered his head as he nodded meekly and Severus suppressed the urge to sigh aloud.
He settled Harry back down on the bed, tucked the blanket up to his chin and then studiously avoided Minerva’s amused eyes.
“We will have a long talk when you are well again, be sure of that, but for now, you should get some sleep. Do you require a potion for a Dreamless sleep?”
The boy shook his head and Severus gave him a dubious glance. Harry refused to ask for help and it took a lot of coaxing to get him to accept help. Severus did not think he had the patience for it tonight though and left the boy to his own devices.
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Severus lay in bed, his thoughts swirling through his mind in a confusing whirlwind of guilt, shame, anger and frustration.
He was the boy’s protector. The boy looked up to him as his Master, and what did he do, he argued with the boy, degraded him and refused to take up the responsibility the boy so clearly needed him to take.
The thought of being the boy’s Master, of having Harry as his submissive, was appealing and Severus fought with his mind against his heart as he squashed down the idea of taking that role up there-and-then.
No matter how Harry might feel now, a Master was not what he needed at the moment. Severus would be Harry’s friend first and foremost, he would be a willing ear to listen, a comforting presence when the boy needed it and he would be the advisor Harry so clearly needed.
When Harry reached the age of consent, when Severus was certain that Harry knew exactly what he wanted and needed in his life, then, and only then, would Severus approach the boy about the Dominant/submissive relationship.
To take charge of Harry now, to enter into the relationship as the boy’s Master now would be the worst mistake of his life. Harry would accept it with open arms, he was sure, but the boy would never learn that he could and should make his own choices in life. He would never learn, not without Severus helping and teaching him, that he was a decent human being and others should respect him as much as anyone else.
Most important of all though, Severus would help him understand that he, Harry, should respect himself, for if he did not respect himself then no one would respect him.
With that last thought in mind, Severus fell into a troubled sleep.
End Chapter 12
I know, I know, it is VERY short and really not at a place I would usually leave it but as my time is limited for this week, while I catch up on my work, you will have to be satisfied with what you get :) :)
Don’t worry, Sirius (and Dumbledore) will be dealt with. First though, Harry needs to be cared for.
Please review!! :)
Summary: There was no Harry Potter at the Dursley’s when Dumbledore sent Hagrid to fetch him in first year. Where in the world is Harry Potter? This fic is SNARRY slash, Snape!Dom, Harry!sub.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter or any of the other familiar characters. Harry Potter and this magical world belong to JK Rowling and her publishers. No money made from this.
Warnings: This fic is Snarry slash, which means two men in a sexual relationship – specifically, Harry and Snape. This fic also contains BDSM elements with Snape as the Dominant partner and Harry as the submissive. If you don’t know what this means then please don’t read the fic – you won’t understand most of what happens. The fic starts out before Hogwarts and contains elements of chan (just mentioning of it), dub-con and non-con (rape). Don’t read if you don’t like!!
AN: Really sorry about the delay guys! I was sick in bed for a week and had to catch up on my work first, but I’m better now and updates would be more regular again.
Sirius’s ramblings triggered something in her mind as she made her way up to Albus’s office.
Harry?
Chapter 12
Minerva swiftly made her way to the hospital wing. The last hour spent in the headmaster’s office was a revelation. Albus always looked after his students, cared for them as a headmaster should, and put their needs above his own. That Albus refused to do the same for any other child however, grated on Minerva and she could not help but feel as if Albus was betraying everyone else in the wizarding world with his actions.
To blame Severus’s young charge for what happened tonight was the last straw and Minerva bid Albus goodnight before the man could utter any other nonsense.
She needed to find Severus, quickly. There were so many questions burning inside her, questions that she was certain she knew the answers of, but as it would change everything she believed in, she would not take the chance by just assuming the truth.
Softly opening the doors to the infirmary, Minerva slipped inside and gave a nod to Poppy – who was busy writing something in her office. Walking over to the only occupied bed, Minerva stopped beside Severus’s still frame and just watched the two black heads for a moment.
The boy was sleeping peacefully and Minerva would bet her private stack of catnip that it was only because Poppy – or Severus – had forced some Dreamless Sleep down his throat. She could not imagine anyone sleeping peacefully after what happened to Harry, not without the aid of potions.
Severus had most probably also taken a dose or Minerva would have been facing the end of his wand the moment she entered the room. There was a shield around the bed, one that had Severus’s distinct signature, and Minerva smiled when she felt it. It was a protective shield, one that would wake Severus the moment something interrupted Harry’s sleep, whether by nightmares or outside influence. It would also prevent anyone wishing Harry harm from getting too close and would bind that person the moment he or she touched the shield.
As she turned around, Minerva heard a soft rustle and looked back as Harry shifted slightly in bed, his hand reaching out and grabbing hold of Severus’s robes. It could have been her imagination, but Minerva could have sworn she heard a contented sigh from Severus.
Shaking her head and blaming her thoughts on the distressing events of the evening, Minerva turned and made her way out of the hospital wing, back to her chambers and to a hot, relaxing bath.
Tomorrow would come, and with it new developments, new associates and the caring of one troubled boy, but for now, Minerva would indulge herself a bit – it could be her last relaxing bath in weeks, if not months.
*----------------------------------------------------------------------*
Severus sat up straight as the alarm charm alerted him to Harry’s distress. The boy whimpered in his sleep and Severus grabbed the hand that was busy scratching at the boy’s forehead. The lightning bolt scar stood out in sharp contrast against the pale skin, red and angry looking.
It was a testament to Harry’s distress that he dropped the glamour hiding his scar – the boy had not dropped it even after what Black did.
Looking around the room, Severus was relieved to see that they were alone and he quickly turned to the boy to rouse him. He could not take the chance that anyone sees the scar.
After the third sharp call of ‘Harry!’, the boy still did not wake and Severus pulled him upright, shaking his shoulders ever so slightly.
The doors to the infirmary opened just as Harry gasped and his eyes snapped open. Harry’s gasp drowned that of the newcomer but Severus heard it nonetheless and he turned around with a scowl and glare firmly in place. Obvliate would not be out of the question, but as Severus saw Minerva standing there, he knew it would not be necessary.
His colleague composed herself quickly and Severus glared a silent message at her as she neared the bed.
She nodded her head slightly in acknowledgement, and Severus turned back to his charge.
Harry was looking at Minerva with a strange expression on his face. The boy blushed suddenly and ducked his head. Severus had no doubt that Harry just remembered it was Minerva who found him the previous night.
Minerva did and said nothing however, and Harry slowly raised his head again. The boy refused to look at Severus but he did lean closer to him. Harry suddenly raised his hand to his head and a horrified expression crossed his face a moment before his forehead smoothed out.
Minerva looked startled at the display of magic but kept her comments to herself.
“Do not worry Harry. I will keep your secret safe.”
Severus gave her a tight nod and when he turned back and found Harry’s questioning, uncertain eyes directed at him, he gave a more encouraging nod to the boy. Yes Harry, you can trust Minerva.
It was not necessary to voice his thoughts, as Harry understood him well.
Parchment and quill appeared before Harry and this time Minerva only blinked at the boy’s ability. She did however; cast a look at Severus that spoke volumes.
There was no doubt in his mind that Harry would receive extra help and lessons this year. If there was one thing Minerva could not pass up, it was the opportunity to work with a student who showed promise and ability beyond the average.
May we go home now Master?
The parchment hovered in front of Severus and he snatched it out of the air with a scowl.
“You just woke up after a very disturbing night and want to go home already? You are still healing, not to mention that Poppy has not had the opportunity to fuss over you. So no, I am afraid you are not going to leave here just yet.”
Harry lowered his head as he nodded meekly and Severus suppressed the urge to sigh aloud.
He settled Harry back down on the bed, tucked the blanket up to his chin and then studiously avoided Minerva’s amused eyes.
“We will have a long talk when you are well again, be sure of that, but for now, you should get some sleep. Do you require a potion for a Dreamless sleep?”
The boy shook his head and Severus gave him a dubious glance. Harry refused to ask for help and it took a lot of coaxing to get him to accept help. Severus did not think he had the patience for it tonight though and left the boy to his own devices.
*---------------------------------------------------------------------*
Severus lay in bed, his thoughts swirling through his mind in a confusing whirlwind of guilt, shame, anger and frustration.
He was the boy’s protector. The boy looked up to him as his Master, and what did he do, he argued with the boy, degraded him and refused to take up the responsibility the boy so clearly needed him to take.
The thought of being the boy’s Master, of having Harry as his submissive, was appealing and Severus fought with his mind against his heart as he squashed down the idea of taking that role up there-and-then.
No matter how Harry might feel now, a Master was not what he needed at the moment. Severus would be Harry’s friend first and foremost, he would be a willing ear to listen, a comforting presence when the boy needed it and he would be the advisor Harry so clearly needed.
When Harry reached the age of consent, when Severus was certain that Harry knew exactly what he wanted and needed in his life, then, and only then, would Severus approach the boy about the Dominant/submissive relationship.
To take charge of Harry now, to enter into the relationship as the boy’s Master now would be the worst mistake of his life. Harry would accept it with open arms, he was sure, but the boy would never learn that he could and should make his own choices in life. He would never learn, not without Severus helping and teaching him, that he was a decent human being and others should respect him as much as anyone else.
Most important of all though, Severus would help him understand that he, Harry, should respect himself, for if he did not respect himself then no one would respect him.
With that last thought in mind, Severus fell into a troubled sleep.
End Chapter 12
I know, I know, it is VERY short and really not at a place I would usually leave it but as my time is limited for this week, while I catch up on my work, you will have to be satisfied with what you get :) :)
Don’t worry, Sirius (and Dumbledore) will be dealt with. First though, Harry needs to be cared for.
Please review!! :)