The Rules of Life
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
Views:
45,420
Reviews:
165
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2
Currently Reading:
3
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Chapter 13
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!!
IMPORTANT AN: I’m really sorry about how long this took. I switched to another division in my dad’s company and did not have ‘everyday access’ to the internet for four months. I’m now connected via my cell-phone to my laptop so I will endeavor to update more regularly now.
Your inputs and inspiration is a great help and I look forward to writing again! :) Sorry again for the wait but I hope and believe that chapters will resume as usual now – every day or every other day :)
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.
Chapter 13
Severus scowled at his colleague as the woman finished her tirade. Minerva had accepted Harry’s identity with surprisingly few questions and supported both Severus and his charge 100%.
What grated on his nerves however was the fact that the woman was reluctant to admit that Dumbledore was not the kind and loving Headmaster everyone assumed. She insisted that something was wrong with the old fool and would not hear otherwise. Severus had known for years now that something was wrong with the old man, but in his opinion, it was just that the man was an egotistical, shallow minded, heartless manipulator who decided his best pawns would be children.
The woman might have known him for decades longer and more intimately, – it was a rumor from the students that Severus actually agreed with – but that did not necessarily mean that she knew him best.
Severus’s pride refused to budge on the topic and his heart agreed with no protest.
Minerva sighed and shook her head slightly.
“It is truly troubling that Albus would let such a thing happen. More troubling still is that he blames the boy for what happened. I do not know if knowledge of Harry’s identity would have swayed him but it should not be necessary in the first place. His behavior is not that of the Albus Dumbledore I knew twenty years ago.”
Severus shot a triumphant look at the woman at that but scowled as she continued.
“Recent events and actions have been more noticeable and I truly think we should make an appointment for him at St. Mungos or even a muggle psychologist or psychiatrist.”
“You can not honestly expect me to blame his recent misconduct and grievous mistakes on mental instability! Whatever they find in or about his mind does not change the fact that he ignored a child in need. If something is honestly wrong with the man then he should have asked for help. Pride is no excuse for such despicable behavior. To put your pride above that of human needs is wrong and should be punishable by law. I will see to it personally that Albus Dumbledore is stripped of all titles of ‘honor’ or ‘prestige’ and that he spends the rest of his life in prison.”
Minerva blinked and turned her head away. Severus could see that she was fighting tears and felt a pang of regret for laying this at her feet.
Should rumors actually be correct this time, Severus did not want to think about how his colleague would feel at the moment. To find out a loved one was mentally unstable had to be hard on anyone. For that loved one to be an idolized icon in their world was worse than anything he could imagine. Questions would be asked. Accusations and finger pointing not far behind. Minerva would need all the friends she could get and Severus would not abandon his friend now in her time of need.
“I am sorry Minerva. I know you were close to Albus but we must face facts. A young boy is in the infirmary as we speak because of the callous disregard of one man and the disgusting viciousness of another. Should a mental problem be the cause of Albus’s actions then we will take steps to heal him as best we could. The complaints against him will stand however, and he will have to face the charges against him, along with the consequences.”
Severus trailed off here as he took in his friend’s features. Minerva was on the brink of collapse and Severus was not helping the situation one bit with his harsh – though true – words.
“Get some rest Minerva. We will contact Mad-Eye tomorrow to pick up Black and let them deal with him for now. We have enough problems here to be going on with.”
A tight nod was his answer and Severus watched Minerva’s retreating frame until she disappeared around a corner.
With a sigh that contained weariness, despair, guilt and anger, Severus turned and made his way to the hospital wing where he hoped he would find some kind of inspiration in this hopeless situation.
Harry looked up as the infirmary doors opened and quickly closed his eyes as his Master’s towering frame entered.
His thoughts were a jumbled mess of confusion and Harry did not know what, if anything, to say to his Master. He remembered thoughts of another Master, remembered the pain of being penetrated without preparation and being told off for whimpering in pain when his Master claimed his body.
He knew, deep down, that Master Severus was different. That Master Severus would never hurt Harry but he could not help but think that his Master should have known what was happening to Harry. Did two Masters not always brag together about their slaves? Did their Masters not always compare them with other slaves to find those most worthy of a Master?
“…did to you. I repeat Harry; none of what happened was your fault. You are not to blame for what Sirius Black did to you.”
Harry looked up as the words finally penetrated his brain and then blinked as their meaning became clear. What?
“I truly wish that I had figured this out sooner Harry. If I had known what that man was doing to you, I could have prevented it from happening again. If I had known about his perversion, I could maybe have prevented it from happening in the first place.”
The words and meaning took a while to become clear but when Harry finally realized what his Master was saying he could not believe his ears.
His Master had not known? His Master blamed himself now because he had not known about it earlier? Harry could understand, somewhat, if his Master felt a bit guilty had he known about it but for the man to blame himself when he had not even known… it was unthinkable.
Sure, the penetration had hurt but what could his Master have done? Told his other Master to prepare him better? It had still been years since Harry had last had a real Master and would still have hurt. He knew that. Why didn’t his Master?
“Preparations for a new guardian will commence immediately and I am certain that Minerva will agree if I ask her.”
Harry stared at his Master in horror.
“I would still like to see you from time to time, to help you as best I could. You will still be in the castle and will still be able to go to Hogsmeade school.”
A chocking sound escaped his Master’s throat and Harry scooted a bit closer to the man. What exactly was happening here?
Harry really did not want to leave his Master. Master Snape had been a very good Master since the beginning. Harry did not deserve such a Master and realized that this was probably his punishment for not paying his Master back all these years.
Tears sprang to his eyes and Harry buried his face in the closest thing available; his Master’s chest.
Severus looked down at the head buried in his chest. His throat closed up as a lump formed and Severus hesitantly put an arm around the boy’s’ shaking shoulders.
He knew from the start that the boy would not be happy with the new arrangement. Knew that Harry would feel as if it was his fault, as if this was a punishment for some transgression or another.
As the fault lay at the feet of the adults in the boy’s life, Severus could not help but feel guilty for now adding to the boy’s distress.
It would be best of course if the boy could stay with him but Severus was uncertain if he was the best person to look after the boy at the moment.
He cared for Harry of course. Cared very deeply for him but would that be enough? Would the care and comfort of one adult in his life be enough to help Harry through this? Severus did not think so.
Minerva entered the wing silently and Severus lay Harry back on the bed and tucked the blankets up to his chin.
Motioning Minerva to the door, Severus quietly explained the situation to her.
After fifteen minutes of arguing, Minerva said something that stopped Severus’s protests in his throat.
“If you give that boy a new guardian now, after all that happened, he will feel like you abandoned him. He will have nothing familiar around him. Nothing to fall back on should he find himself in a strange and unfamiliar situation. No Severus, the boy stays with you. He needs a constant in his life right now. Something that he knows and trusts. If not you as a person, then at least he will know and trust the situation he is in. Be there for the boy Severus, if not as a Master then at least as someone familiar, someone he knows and has learned to trust.”
Severus turned to face the figure on the bed and the aching in his heart intensified as Harry unconsciously reached out for something that was not there.
“Be there for the boy Severus. He needs you now more than ever.”
Was that true? Was he, Severus Snape actually needed for once in his life?
“We will keep his identity secret for the time being Severus. Until he is ready to face what will come.”
*------------------------------------------------------*
Harry looked up as the door to the library opened. School started the next day for him and Harry felt a strange apprehension forming in his stomach. It had been two weeks since his Master found out about Master Black and the strain on their relationship was taking its toll. Master Severus still insisted that Harry call him Professor or anything other than Master.
He did not understand exactly why he could not call the man thus but he respected the decision and remembered Blaise’s reaction when Harry had called the Professor Master.
Hogwarts and the Hogsmeade school was already underway with a new school term and Harry had missed the first week of classes but as per Madam Pomfrey’s instructions, Harry would only return the next day.
Shika fluttered around his head a few times before landing on his shoulder. Professor Snape had expressed his interest in the creature and the fact that not only had it not disappeared yet like all the others, but also it had actually grown a bit. Something which no transfigured animal had ever done. The Professor believed it had to do with the fact that Harry treated it like an actual living being rather than a project as everyone else had.
“This could be the discovering of a new form of magic.” Professor Snape had said and after reading a few books, Harry conceded that he agreed with the man.
“Are you ready to start the new year at school? I went through the last of your assignments and the corrections are on the paper next to it. Best get it done before bed so you can get a full night’s rest.”
Yes sir.
Harry’s unconscious use of magic had increased over the summer and sometimes all it took was a half formed thought for his parchment and quill to appear.
Professor McGonagall had created a schedule and Harry’s lessons with her started the following day, after classes. Professor Snape had also agreed to help Harry and both had come to an agreement as to time and subject.
The Professor gave him a searching look before nodding once and returning to his markings.
Harry sighed and stood up from the floor, his legs bending a bit as he placed weight on it after hours of sitting in one position. Shaking the stiffness out of his legs, Harry quickly collected his assignments and started on his corrections. There weren’t too many and Harry was thankful for that. He had put a lot of thought into these and it had paid off.
As Harry settled in for the night, Professor Snape entered his room and brought a chair up next to his bed.
“Harry, I have put a lot of thought into our situation and the events of the past few weeks and have come to a decision which I hope will benefit us both.”
Harry looked at the man and could not help but feel a little apprehensive and scared.
Was this now when the Professor finally realized he was a lost cause and sent him away?
“I know someone, an old acquaintance, who will be able to help you understand what exactly happened to you and why. He was in a similar situation himself and since he first realized exactly what was going on and how his world worked, he has made himself available to others in similar situations to help them through their fears and insecurities.”
Harry did not understand what any of this meant or had to do with him but he believed the Professor and knew that the man only had his best interest at heart.
“What he will tell you might not make a lot of sense and you might even rebel against it but it is the truth. He will help you, heal you and make sure that you can grow into the man you are meant to be. Do not fear however, I will be here, always, and if you have any questions after a session with him, ask me and I will answer to the best of my abilities.”
Nothing made sense anymore and Harry just nodded his head meekly. He did not know what was going on or what to do. Raising confused and questioning eyes to the one man he thought he could learn to trust, Harry was met with a sigh and the man stepped closer, as if knowing that Harry was about to collapse.
Strong arms caught him and though nothing was said, Harry felt safe and secure in the knowledge that these arms would always be there to catch him should he fall.
End Chapter 13
From Chapter 14 onward, I will again try to make it a chapter a year and a chapter for the summer holidays.
After months of not writing (typing), my muse is a bit shy to come out again and any inspiration from your side is much appreciated! :)
Should I make it so Harry enters Hogwarts at some time or should he finish his schooling at Hogsmeade. When should the rest of the wizarding world find out about him?
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!!
IMPORTANT AN: I’m really sorry about how long this took. I switched to another division in my dad’s company and did not have ‘everyday access’ to the internet for four months. I’m now connected via my cell-phone to my laptop so I will endeavor to update more regularly now.
Your inputs and inspiration is a great help and I look forward to writing again! :) Sorry again for the wait but I hope and believe that chapters will resume as usual now – every day or every other day :)
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.
Chapter 13
Severus scowled at his colleague as the woman finished her tirade. Minerva had accepted Harry’s identity with surprisingly few questions and supported both Severus and his charge 100%.
What grated on his nerves however was the fact that the woman was reluctant to admit that Dumbledore was not the kind and loving Headmaster everyone assumed. She insisted that something was wrong with the old fool and would not hear otherwise. Severus had known for years now that something was wrong with the old man, but in his opinion, it was just that the man was an egotistical, shallow minded, heartless manipulator who decided his best pawns would be children.
The woman might have known him for decades longer and more intimately, – it was a rumor from the students that Severus actually agreed with – but that did not necessarily mean that she knew him best.
Severus’s pride refused to budge on the topic and his heart agreed with no protest.
Minerva sighed and shook her head slightly.
“It is truly troubling that Albus would let such a thing happen. More troubling still is that he blames the boy for what happened. I do not know if knowledge of Harry’s identity would have swayed him but it should not be necessary in the first place. His behavior is not that of the Albus Dumbledore I knew twenty years ago.”
Severus shot a triumphant look at the woman at that but scowled as she continued.
“Recent events and actions have been more noticeable and I truly think we should make an appointment for him at St. Mungos or even a muggle psychologist or psychiatrist.”
“You can not honestly expect me to blame his recent misconduct and grievous mistakes on mental instability! Whatever they find in or about his mind does not change the fact that he ignored a child in need. If something is honestly wrong with the man then he should have asked for help. Pride is no excuse for such despicable behavior. To put your pride above that of human needs is wrong and should be punishable by law. I will see to it personally that Albus Dumbledore is stripped of all titles of ‘honor’ or ‘prestige’ and that he spends the rest of his life in prison.”
Minerva blinked and turned her head away. Severus could see that she was fighting tears and felt a pang of regret for laying this at her feet.
Should rumors actually be correct this time, Severus did not want to think about how his colleague would feel at the moment. To find out a loved one was mentally unstable had to be hard on anyone. For that loved one to be an idolized icon in their world was worse than anything he could imagine. Questions would be asked. Accusations and finger pointing not far behind. Minerva would need all the friends she could get and Severus would not abandon his friend now in her time of need.
“I am sorry Minerva. I know you were close to Albus but we must face facts. A young boy is in the infirmary as we speak because of the callous disregard of one man and the disgusting viciousness of another. Should a mental problem be the cause of Albus’s actions then we will take steps to heal him as best we could. The complaints against him will stand however, and he will have to face the charges against him, along with the consequences.”
Severus trailed off here as he took in his friend’s features. Minerva was on the brink of collapse and Severus was not helping the situation one bit with his harsh – though true – words.
“Get some rest Minerva. We will contact Mad-Eye tomorrow to pick up Black and let them deal with him for now. We have enough problems here to be going on with.”
A tight nod was his answer and Severus watched Minerva’s retreating frame until she disappeared around a corner.
With a sigh that contained weariness, despair, guilt and anger, Severus turned and made his way to the hospital wing where he hoped he would find some kind of inspiration in this hopeless situation.
Harry looked up as the infirmary doors opened and quickly closed his eyes as his Master’s towering frame entered.
His thoughts were a jumbled mess of confusion and Harry did not know what, if anything, to say to his Master. He remembered thoughts of another Master, remembered the pain of being penetrated without preparation and being told off for whimpering in pain when his Master claimed his body.
He knew, deep down, that Master Severus was different. That Master Severus would never hurt Harry but he could not help but think that his Master should have known what was happening to Harry. Did two Masters not always brag together about their slaves? Did their Masters not always compare them with other slaves to find those most worthy of a Master?
“…did to you. I repeat Harry; none of what happened was your fault. You are not to blame for what Sirius Black did to you.”
Harry looked up as the words finally penetrated his brain and then blinked as their meaning became clear. What?
“I truly wish that I had figured this out sooner Harry. If I had known what that man was doing to you, I could have prevented it from happening again. If I had known about his perversion, I could maybe have prevented it from happening in the first place.”
The words and meaning took a while to become clear but when Harry finally realized what his Master was saying he could not believe his ears.
His Master had not known? His Master blamed himself now because he had not known about it earlier? Harry could understand, somewhat, if his Master felt a bit guilty had he known about it but for the man to blame himself when he had not even known… it was unthinkable.
Sure, the penetration had hurt but what could his Master have done? Told his other Master to prepare him better? It had still been years since Harry had last had a real Master and would still have hurt. He knew that. Why didn’t his Master?
“Preparations for a new guardian will commence immediately and I am certain that Minerva will agree if I ask her.”
Harry stared at his Master in horror.
“I would still like to see you from time to time, to help you as best I could. You will still be in the castle and will still be able to go to Hogsmeade school.”
A chocking sound escaped his Master’s throat and Harry scooted a bit closer to the man. What exactly was happening here?
Harry really did not want to leave his Master. Master Snape had been a very good Master since the beginning. Harry did not deserve such a Master and realized that this was probably his punishment for not paying his Master back all these years.
Tears sprang to his eyes and Harry buried his face in the closest thing available; his Master’s chest.
Severus looked down at the head buried in his chest. His throat closed up as a lump formed and Severus hesitantly put an arm around the boy’s’ shaking shoulders.
He knew from the start that the boy would not be happy with the new arrangement. Knew that Harry would feel as if it was his fault, as if this was a punishment for some transgression or another.
As the fault lay at the feet of the adults in the boy’s life, Severus could not help but feel guilty for now adding to the boy’s distress.
It would be best of course if the boy could stay with him but Severus was uncertain if he was the best person to look after the boy at the moment.
He cared for Harry of course. Cared very deeply for him but would that be enough? Would the care and comfort of one adult in his life be enough to help Harry through this? Severus did not think so.
Minerva entered the wing silently and Severus lay Harry back on the bed and tucked the blankets up to his chin.
Motioning Minerva to the door, Severus quietly explained the situation to her.
After fifteen minutes of arguing, Minerva said something that stopped Severus’s protests in his throat.
“If you give that boy a new guardian now, after all that happened, he will feel like you abandoned him. He will have nothing familiar around him. Nothing to fall back on should he find himself in a strange and unfamiliar situation. No Severus, the boy stays with you. He needs a constant in his life right now. Something that he knows and trusts. If not you as a person, then at least he will know and trust the situation he is in. Be there for the boy Severus, if not as a Master then at least as someone familiar, someone he knows and has learned to trust.”
Severus turned to face the figure on the bed and the aching in his heart intensified as Harry unconsciously reached out for something that was not there.
“Be there for the boy Severus. He needs you now more than ever.”
Was that true? Was he, Severus Snape actually needed for once in his life?
“We will keep his identity secret for the time being Severus. Until he is ready to face what will come.”
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Harry looked up as the door to the library opened. School started the next day for him and Harry felt a strange apprehension forming in his stomach. It had been two weeks since his Master found out about Master Black and the strain on their relationship was taking its toll. Master Severus still insisted that Harry call him Professor or anything other than Master.
He did not understand exactly why he could not call the man thus but he respected the decision and remembered Blaise’s reaction when Harry had called the Professor Master.
Hogwarts and the Hogsmeade school was already underway with a new school term and Harry had missed the first week of classes but as per Madam Pomfrey’s instructions, Harry would only return the next day.
Shika fluttered around his head a few times before landing on his shoulder. Professor Snape had expressed his interest in the creature and the fact that not only had it not disappeared yet like all the others, but also it had actually grown a bit. Something which no transfigured animal had ever done. The Professor believed it had to do with the fact that Harry treated it like an actual living being rather than a project as everyone else had.
“This could be the discovering of a new form of magic.” Professor Snape had said and after reading a few books, Harry conceded that he agreed with the man.
“Are you ready to start the new year at school? I went through the last of your assignments and the corrections are on the paper next to it. Best get it done before bed so you can get a full night’s rest.”
Yes sir.
Harry’s unconscious use of magic had increased over the summer and sometimes all it took was a half formed thought for his parchment and quill to appear.
Professor McGonagall had created a schedule and Harry’s lessons with her started the following day, after classes. Professor Snape had also agreed to help Harry and both had come to an agreement as to time and subject.
The Professor gave him a searching look before nodding once and returning to his markings.
Harry sighed and stood up from the floor, his legs bending a bit as he placed weight on it after hours of sitting in one position. Shaking the stiffness out of his legs, Harry quickly collected his assignments and started on his corrections. There weren’t too many and Harry was thankful for that. He had put a lot of thought into these and it had paid off.
As Harry settled in for the night, Professor Snape entered his room and brought a chair up next to his bed.
“Harry, I have put a lot of thought into our situation and the events of the past few weeks and have come to a decision which I hope will benefit us both.”
Harry looked at the man and could not help but feel a little apprehensive and scared.
Was this now when the Professor finally realized he was a lost cause and sent him away?
“I know someone, an old acquaintance, who will be able to help you understand what exactly happened to you and why. He was in a similar situation himself and since he first realized exactly what was going on and how his world worked, he has made himself available to others in similar situations to help them through their fears and insecurities.”
Harry did not understand what any of this meant or had to do with him but he believed the Professor and knew that the man only had his best interest at heart.
“What he will tell you might not make a lot of sense and you might even rebel against it but it is the truth. He will help you, heal you and make sure that you can grow into the man you are meant to be. Do not fear however, I will be here, always, and if you have any questions after a session with him, ask me and I will answer to the best of my abilities.”
Nothing made sense anymore and Harry just nodded his head meekly. He did not know what was going on or what to do. Raising confused and questioning eyes to the one man he thought he could learn to trust, Harry was met with a sigh and the man stepped closer, as if knowing that Harry was about to collapse.
Strong arms caught him and though nothing was said, Harry felt safe and secure in the knowledge that these arms would always be there to catch him should he fall.
End Chapter 13
From Chapter 14 onward, I will again try to make it a chapter a year and a chapter for the summer holidays.
After months of not writing (typing), my muse is a bit shy to come out again and any inspiration from your side is much appreciated! :)
Should I make it so Harry enters Hogwarts at some time or should he finish his schooling at Hogsmeade. When should the rest of the wizarding world find out about him?
Please review!! :)