Esclavitud *Now Complete*

To Stir a Sleeping Serpent


Hermione was holding Ron’s hand for support and Minerva was leaning on Poppy for the same reason. Healer Conroy was at the head of the bead opposite Harry. One flick of the healer’s wand was all it took. Severus’ eyes were open; he took one glance at his surrounding and started to shake. Shake with fear.

“Professor Snape, its ok, you’re safe now. You’re with friends,” assured Harry.

“Ma… Mas… Master… I can not get up. This lowly servant should not be in bed before you, but I cannot rise,” quivered the emaciated man.

“Shh, Professor it’s all right. I don’t want you to get up. You need to rest and eat until you get your strength back.”

“Please, Master, please let me get out of this bed. I should be on the floor. I must take this off. A lowly servant does not deserve clothing of any sorts.”

Harry looked at Hermione in shock. ‘No clothing?’ he mouthed without a sound. Hermione shook her head in confirmation.

“Professor, I want you to stay in bed, eat and keep your robe on, is this clear?”

“As you wish Master,” said Snape still trembling.

Harry looked at the healer “May I apply a warming spell on him? He seems to be cold.”

“No Auror Potter, he is not cold, it is the curse. You have not touched him so the curse makes him feel that he is not wanted.”

“Oh, so all I have to do is touch him and he will stop shaking like that?”

“Yes, Auror Potter. May I recommend a hug? It will cover a great deal of his body and will calm his fears.”

Harry sat at the edge of Snape’s bed “Professor, may I hug you?” asked Harry in his most soothing voice.

Severus shook even more violently, “Master may do with me as he pleases. He does not have to ask this lowly servant for permission,” burying his head in the pillow to hide his tears of fear.

Harry could not believe what he was seeing. What had they done to him? How did they do this to such a powerful wizard? Harry put his hand under Severus’ armpits and lifted him up onto a sitting position. Then he very gently hugged the broken man. Severus held on for dear life and continued to cry. Everyone in the room cried. When Harry felt that Snape had regain his composure he placed him down on the bed. Everyone quickly and discreetly wiped their tears.

“Can we get some food for him?” asked Harry not looking at anyone and wiping his own tears.

A house elf popped up with a tray of food. Harry took it and placed it on Snape’s lap. It took Harry a minute to understand why the professor was not moving.

“Oh, right… um… well, I guess we should start with the soup.” And took a spoon to Snape’s mouth and was baffled when Snape did not open his mouth. He looked at the healer for answers.

“You must order him to eat, Auror Potter,” instructed the healer.

“Professor, are you hungry?”

“Yes, Master I am so very hungry, Master,” he answered not daring to lift his eyes.

Harry took a deep breath and said, “Professor, I want you to eat, to eat now and every time you are hungry and not wait for my approval,” said Harry thinking he was a very clever wizard to think of giving Snape this order, but his optimism was short lived when Snape did not start eating. In fact Snape was starting to shake again. He once again looked at the healer with a questioning look.

Healer Convoy shook his head and said, “He will only eat from your hands Auror Potter, please understand, this is not an easy task. He will depend totally on you. Can you really give him your total devotion? Please, don’t kid yourself and hurt him in the process.”

Harry looked at Snape; took the spoon full of soup and said, “Professor, open up, eat.” Snape opened his mouth and ate the food that was being offered. He took three spoonfuls before leaning over the bed and throwing up.

“Professor, what’s wrong?” helping Snape to lie down and wiping his mouth. He looked at the healer, but no answerers were forthcoming.

“Harry, I think it’s the curse punishing him. He is not on his knees and you are not eating. So the curse sees it as going against its nature,” said Hermione.

“I agree with Mrs. Weasley. Mr. Potter you are going to have to obey the curse if you are going to go through with this or you may end up hurting Severus,” admonished Madam Pomfrey.

“When can I take him home?” Asked the determined Gryffindor.

***

Harry was in Healer Conroy’s office. There was no reason to keep Snape in the hospital if he was not going to be placed in the Wizard’s Coma.

“Auror Potter, you do understand that you will have to have sex with Professor Snape, Yes?” asked the healer.

“Yes, I get it and no it will not be a new experience for me. My present lover is male.”

“I see, how will he feel about this?”

“He is very understanding and because of his job he is not around much. I am sure we will be able to work something out,” said Harry trying to sound unapproachable so the healer would drop the subject.

“Very well, Auror Potter, but I must inform you that because I thought that Professor Snape would be going into the coma I healed him completely; meaning that his rectum has been healed of all internal injuries. Auror Potter for all purposes Professor Snape will feel like a virgin. I am giving you these vials. These are the pain killers and this is a medicated lube that will make things easier for the professor.”

Harry took the vials and the jar of lube, cast a reduction spell on them and placed them in his pocket. “May I take him home now?” asked Harry. The healer simply nodded his consent.

***


“Kreacher!” called Harry as soon as he and Snape came through the floo.

“Harry Potter Sir, you be home very late. Are you being fine?” said the house elf looking concerned. Then notice Snape, “Oh, Kreacher see that Harry Potter Sir has a sex slave. This be good investment, Harry Potter Sir you do not need that no good…”

“Kreacher! What have I told you about that? You are to respect him like you respect me,” warned Harry and got back to the situation at hand, “Hang on; how do you know that the professor is a sex slave?”

“Harry Potter Sir does not need a house elf so what other slave would my young master need?”

“Kreacher, how do you know he is a slave?” insisted Harry.

The house elf looked to the ceiling trying to find the answer in the back of his mind. “House elves just be knowing these things, Harry Potter Sir.”

“So does this mean you know how to care for a slave?”

“Yes, Harry Potter Sir, we house elves have been taking care of slaves for centuries. We help slaves and try to keep them alive, Sir.”

“Kreacher, I want to take good care of the Professor and I will need your help to keep him comfortable. You have to understand, I do not think like a master so I might make him uncomfortable when I really want to reassure him. Will you help me?”

“Kreacher, be helping Harry Potter Sir. Harry Potter Sir be hungry?”

“Yes, creature we are hungry.”

“Kreacher get food ready. What be name of your slave now?”

“What do you mean, now? You know Professor Snape, he was an Order member.”

“Harry Potter Sir you may name your slave whatever you wish.”

“Well, I wish to name him Severus Snape. You may call him Severus.”

“Very well, Harry Potter Sir,” then looked at Snape, “You may take your clothes off and place them on that chair. Kreacher will pick them up later.”

Severus started stripping and Harry was horrified to see how easy it was to make out the man’s skeleton. Harry walked toward the table and motion Snape to follow. When Harry sat, Snape kneeled next to him. Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He heard the pop of Kreacher arriving with the food.

“Kreacher, do you think I can give him a pillow for his knees?”

“He must earn this, Harry Potter Sir or the curse will punish him, Sir”

Harry thought for a second and then said, “Severus, look at me," when he had his attention, “if you take three bites without throwing up I will give you a pillow for your knees. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master, this lowly slave understands.”

Harry was about to give him a fork full when he remembered what had happened at the hospital so he ate it instead then gave Severus the second one. This taking turn went on throughout dinner and when Severus took his third bite Harry kept his promise. But he noticed that even with the pillow it was a long time to kneel so he asked, “Severus, can you please bring me my mail? Kreacher puts it in that basket on the mantel.” Severus immediately rose and got the basket for his master then went back to his kneeling position. Harry thought that it would help him get through dessert and made a mental note to let Kreacher know that he was going to have Severus go into the kitchen and get parts of the meal giving the Potions Master the opportunity to get up and stretch his legs throughout the meals.

After dinner, Harry sat in his favorite chair next to the fire in hopes that his lover would visit him. Severus kneeled next to him and Harry took out his wand and accio Severus’ pillow. The slave looked at his master questionably and Harry answered, “You do not loose a privilege once you’ve earned it unless you do something to lose the privilege.” Severus seemed to moll this over and when he was sure that the curse agreed with Harry’s reasoning he placed the pillow under his knees. Then he kissed the end of Harry’s robs and thanked his master for all his kindness, but Harry wasn’t having any of this.

“Severus, do not kiss my robes again. That is something that your former master might have made you do, but I am not like that. A simple thank you will suffice and if you have the need to kiss me than make sure you are kissing skin.” Then he thought better of that last part. He did not want Severus kissing his feet so he cleared things up “My face or my hands. Is this clear?”

“Master, this lowly servant is not worthy of kissing such a kind and good master.”

“So you do not want to please me?”

“Master, I did not say such a thing,” corrected Severus bowing his head even lower.

“So then you will please me?”

“Yes, Master; as you wish, Master?”

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