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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
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22,021
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37
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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.
Bruises
Chapter Two- Bruises
The boy just stood looking at the door. Had that just happened, did his master just give him over to this man? Had he really been that bad? The boy started banging on the door. Saying, “Master, please, I will be good. Please take me back.” But from behind the door the man yelled, “He is your master, now.” The young boy looked at this dark man.
Severus had dressed in muggle clothes, but he was dressed in black jeans and a dark grey shirt.
This was his new master? The boy bit back tears and knelt in front of his master.
“What do you want me to do?” He asked. Severus picked out boy and held him close.
“I am going to take you to a hotel.” Severus said as he moved down the hall toward the stairs.
“What is that?”
“I big, nice place.”
“Like a palace?” Severus smiled at the boy’s innocent. At least he was innocent in his mind.
“No, Harry, it is not as big as a palace, but it is just as nice.”
“Master, Why are you calling me ‘Harry’?” The small boy asked as Severus put him in the car.
“That is your name. Harry.”
“I have a name?”
“You have always had a name.” Severus slid in next to him.
“But my mas…my last master said that I did not deserve a name.” The little boy said, looking out.
“I am your master now and I say that you have a name.” Harry nodded.
“What ever you want master.” Harry then set his sights on the outside world. He had never been out side, his last master had never taken him anywhere. A car, he was in a car. The sites that went by were breath taking. He stood on his knees to get a better look, but his master pulled him back down, making Harry squeaking discomfort. The bottom was still sore and he hoped that his master didn’t want him for a little bit longer.
“You should not stand like that, you could get hurt.” Severus took in the squeak. He was even madder at the man. Severus knew that he had taken Harry that morning, and that he boy was sore.
-=-=-=-=-
Severus and Dumbledore showed Harry the room. Harry had never seen anything like it. It was smaller than his old masters apartment, but is was much nicer. Would he have to clean all this? He hoped his master who tell him what to use.
“Severus I am going to go call Minerva and the others. And get little Harry some clothes and food.” Severus nodded and then turned his attention back to the boy. Harry took in all of it. From the mirrors to the floor to the walls.
“Let‘s get you cleaned up. Got take a shower.” Severus said as he pointed toward the bathroom, but Harry just stood there. And then I donned on his, maybe Harry had never had a bath. “Do you know what a shower is?” Harry blushed bright red.
“Yes.” He said, in a whisper.
“Then go take one.”
“But aren‘t you going to come with me?” Harry said, his head bent.
“I?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“My old master had me take showers with him.” Harry still had his head bent, waiting on his new master’s decision.
“Ok I will, but only this once.” Severus didn’t think that is would be to bad to help Harry. But as he was getting undressed he wanted to laugh. He was about to take a shower with his worst enemies son.
Harry stepped in and turned the water on to a warm setting, he knew his master would like a warm setting to help. When Severus stepped in, Harry dropped to his knees and began messaging his master’s member.
“Harry!” Severus cried out. Harry smiled at this, his master was happy with him. But as he was going to put it in his mouth Severus pulled the boy up on his feet. “Is this WHAT your master had you do!” Severus said holding on the Harry’s shoulders, tightly.
“Do you not like it? I can bend over for you.” Harry said quickly, trying to make the wound that he had made heal.
“No.” Severus hugged the boy to his body. He was trying to will his erection away, the boy did have good hands, but he was a boy. “I don‘t want you to do that. You need not. I am not like your last master.” Harry snuggled in to the hug.
“I am sorry, Master.”
“You need not be. Let me help you clean up.”
-=-=-=-=-
Severus was in one of the big fluffy bath robes that the hotel had, but Harry was too small for one, so Severus had him put a dry towel around his middle. The boy was walked like he was sore ever since the shower. Poppy would be there soon, but Harry was in pain now.
“Harry, take off your towel and get on the bed.” Harry started trembling. He had seen his master, and he had to say his master was bigger than the last. As Harry removed the towel, Severus pulled him close. “I just want to look at your injuries.” Harry felt better, he believed this master.
Harry laid on the bed, on his stomach. Severus saw the whip marks and scars from some paddle or switch. Bruises were a plenty, but they were all yellow or a cream, telling Severus that Harry had not been hit on his back in a few days, maybe a week. That made him feel happy. He gently spread Harry’s cheeks to see if he was correct, and he was. The man had taken the poor boy, that morning. The portal was purple, a little split and sore. Harry was gripping the sheets.
“If Master wants me, then you can.” The boy said, he was shaking again. Severus left Harry bottom and rubbed his back.
“No Harry, I am not that kind of Master.” Harry sighed, thank goodness. His master would wait. “Now turn over.” Harry rolled over, it was a little painful, but he did it. Severus’ eyes wielded up into tears.
He traced a brand on the boy’s hip, not two inches from the boy’s groin. The burn was in the shape of an H with one side extended into a J. Henry Johnson. The man had branded a boy. This man would die a slow death.
(If you would like to see what I imagine Harry brand is click here - http://i11.tinypic.com/42y0ljn.jpg)
The boy just stood looking at the door. Had that just happened, did his master just give him over to this man? Had he really been that bad? The boy started banging on the door. Saying, “Master, please, I will be good. Please take me back.” But from behind the door the man yelled, “He is your master, now.” The young boy looked at this dark man.
Severus had dressed in muggle clothes, but he was dressed in black jeans and a dark grey shirt.
This was his new master? The boy bit back tears and knelt in front of his master.
“What do you want me to do?” He asked. Severus picked out boy and held him close.
“I am going to take you to a hotel.” Severus said as he moved down the hall toward the stairs.
“What is that?”
“I big, nice place.”
“Like a palace?” Severus smiled at the boy’s innocent. At least he was innocent in his mind.
“No, Harry, it is not as big as a palace, but it is just as nice.”
“Master, Why are you calling me ‘Harry’?” The small boy asked as Severus put him in the car.
“That is your name. Harry.”
“I have a name?”
“You have always had a name.” Severus slid in next to him.
“But my mas…my last master said that I did not deserve a name.” The little boy said, looking out.
“I am your master now and I say that you have a name.” Harry nodded.
“What ever you want master.” Harry then set his sights on the outside world. He had never been out side, his last master had never taken him anywhere. A car, he was in a car. The sites that went by were breath taking. He stood on his knees to get a better look, but his master pulled him back down, making Harry squeaking discomfort. The bottom was still sore and he hoped that his master didn’t want him for a little bit longer.
“You should not stand like that, you could get hurt.” Severus took in the squeak. He was even madder at the man. Severus knew that he had taken Harry that morning, and that he boy was sore.
-=-=-=-=-
Severus and Dumbledore showed Harry the room. Harry had never seen anything like it. It was smaller than his old masters apartment, but is was much nicer. Would he have to clean all this? He hoped his master who tell him what to use.
“Severus I am going to go call Minerva and the others. And get little Harry some clothes and food.” Severus nodded and then turned his attention back to the boy. Harry took in all of it. From the mirrors to the floor to the walls.
“Let‘s get you cleaned up. Got take a shower.” Severus said as he pointed toward the bathroom, but Harry just stood there. And then I donned on his, maybe Harry had never had a bath. “Do you know what a shower is?” Harry blushed bright red.
“Yes.” He said, in a whisper.
“Then go take one.”
“But aren‘t you going to come with me?” Harry said, his head bent.
“I?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“My old master had me take showers with him.” Harry still had his head bent, waiting on his new master’s decision.
“Ok I will, but only this once.” Severus didn’t think that is would be to bad to help Harry. But as he was getting undressed he wanted to laugh. He was about to take a shower with his worst enemies son.
Harry stepped in and turned the water on to a warm setting, he knew his master would like a warm setting to help. When Severus stepped in, Harry dropped to his knees and began messaging his master’s member.
“Harry!” Severus cried out. Harry smiled at this, his master was happy with him. But as he was going to put it in his mouth Severus pulled the boy up on his feet. “Is this WHAT your master had you do!” Severus said holding on the Harry’s shoulders, tightly.
“Do you not like it? I can bend over for you.” Harry said quickly, trying to make the wound that he had made heal.
“No.” Severus hugged the boy to his body. He was trying to will his erection away, the boy did have good hands, but he was a boy. “I don‘t want you to do that. You need not. I am not like your last master.” Harry snuggled in to the hug.
“I am sorry, Master.”
“You need not be. Let me help you clean up.”
-=-=-=-=-
Severus was in one of the big fluffy bath robes that the hotel had, but Harry was too small for one, so Severus had him put a dry towel around his middle. The boy was walked like he was sore ever since the shower. Poppy would be there soon, but Harry was in pain now.
“Harry, take off your towel and get on the bed.” Harry started trembling. He had seen his master, and he had to say his master was bigger than the last. As Harry removed the towel, Severus pulled him close. “I just want to look at your injuries.” Harry felt better, he believed this master.
Harry laid on the bed, on his stomach. Severus saw the whip marks and scars from some paddle or switch. Bruises were a plenty, but they were all yellow or a cream, telling Severus that Harry had not been hit on his back in a few days, maybe a week. That made him feel happy. He gently spread Harry’s cheeks to see if he was correct, and he was. The man had taken the poor boy, that morning. The portal was purple, a little split and sore. Harry was gripping the sheets.
“If Master wants me, then you can.” The boy said, he was shaking again. Severus left Harry bottom and rubbed his back.
“No Harry, I am not that kind of Master.” Harry sighed, thank goodness. His master would wait. “Now turn over.” Harry rolled over, it was a little painful, but he did it. Severus’ eyes wielded up into tears.
He traced a brand on the boy’s hip, not two inches from the boy’s groin. The burn was in the shape of an H with one side extended into a J. Henry Johnson. The man had branded a boy. This man would die a slow death.
(If you would like to see what I imagine Harry brand is click here - http://i11.tinypic.com/42y0ljn.jpg)