My Master, My Savior

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Catstaff; Honestly that sentence gave me troubles as well... After a few rewrites it was the one that made most sense in my head.. but wasn\'t the best it just gave me a headache but I couldn\'t find a way to properly remove it either without changing a lot.. I had tried \'His tormentor\'s son\'s fate\' but that\'s not grammatically correct either, or the green squiggly line says when I write it. Perhaps I\'ll retry and edit it when I find a form that fits better. Actually your first suggestion is probably best... Thanks.



Kay; If I answered all your questions here there\'d be little more reason for you to continue reading! So.. I do hope you do continue reading to learn the answers you seek!



Everyone else; I\'m glad you\'ve enjoyed the first chapter!!! I hope you continue to enjoy my story!





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Sunlight in his eyes the young boy opened his eyes to the unfamiliar room so unlike the basement Master kept him in. He was actually in a bed without another person in it having sex with him. The boy shivered though, now that he was healed he could go find his Master! That is if the black haired man would let him, perhaps the man wanted to be his Master now. Shaking his head. “No… I only have one Master...” He said to himself no matter how coaxing it was to remain with the black haired man.



Sitting up he looked over his clean and healed body. Master would never heal him like that, he would leave the wounds open but it was nice to be in little pain for once. He still hurt between his legs though. He chewed his lip, had the black haired man done things to him while he was asleep to get him hurting again? His thoughts were interrupted though as the door opened and he pushed himself away from the door stopping only when he risked falling out of the bed.



The black haired man returned, those dark eyes looked at him making him tremble there was no way to tell what was on the black haired man’s mind this morning. The man carried a tray though and a sweet smelling aroma drifted to his nose causing his mouth to water, it’d been days since he ate anything but his Master’s scraps!



“Good, it’s about time you awoke,” the man told him setting up the tray to sit across his lap. “I made breakfast for you.”



He stared at the plate of food his heart falling as he stared at the small stack of pancakes it took all of his effort not to start eating as much as he could before he got punished. Any hopes for the black haired man fell, he wasn’t going to fall for this trick… He wasn’t allowed to eat off of a plate, Master played with him like this for a real reason to beat him.



“Where’s my Master?” he asked finally again knowing he’d not got an answer the night before, he didn’t remember much after the black haired man made him drink that first vial of nasty liquid.



“I do not know your Master, Harry,” the man said looking at him strangely.



“Who’s Harry?”



“You are.”



He shook his head. “No… I don’t have a name.” He chewed his lip a moment before looking away. “If I did, it would be Slut.”



“It’s the name your parents gave you and that is what I’m going to call you,” the man replied curtly.



Looking at the dark haired man in confusion he shook his head. “I don’t have parents… Only Master.”



“Your parents died when you were just a baby, you would not remember them,” the man told him. Harry shook his head trying to make sense of it, he had a name! “You were supposed to be living with relatives of yours.”



Harry shivered, he had vague memories of the family he had begun to grow up with. He shook his head making fists in the sheets beneath him. “I only have Master.”



“You don’t have him anymore either Harry,” the man told him. Harry shook his head more vigorously tears falling from his eyes. He’d used to dream of escape from his Master, now he just wanted his Master back! “I’ll take care of you though, you won’t be alone. Now eat.”



“No.” Harry said stubbornly, he wouldn’t fall for this trick. “His tricks were harder to ignore, yours are nothing.”



“Trick?” The man asked sounding obviously confused.



“I’m not allowed to eat from a plate, I will not fall for this,” Harry pressed his jaw jutting forward, this man was not his Master and the man wasn’t around to punish him for speaking up! Of course… this man might punish him instead. He fell silent once more trembling. “I’ll prove to you I could be good, so you can take me back to Master.”



“Then what do you eat from?” the man asked. Harry shifted looking at the man there was no way to gage whether the man was joking.



“Dog bowl or Master’s hand,” Harry told him as if he were stupid. The man’s eyes widened though. “Mostly Master’s scraps only.”



“No wonder you’re so thin.” The man said shaking his head a look of disgust on his face.



Harry paled shaking worse. “Don’t hurt me…”



“Why would I hurt you?” the man asked the disgust disappearing to a startled look.



“Because I’m thin … and ugly?” Harry asked. Master needed little more provocation than that. Harry didn’t please this dark haired man, of course he would be beaten.



“I did not say you were ugly Harry, merely concerned over your weight,” the man replied shaking his head, long fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. “I will not hurt you if you eat from the plate either, please eat.”



Harry shook his head, he would be a good boy until he could find his Master.



“I do not have a dog bowl, nor will I get you one,” the man said in an annoyed voice. Harry flinched when the man grabbed the fork cutting off a piece of pancake. Harry looked at him startled as the man held the piece to his lips. “Either eat by yourself or I will feed you, your choice.”



Hesitantly Harry took the bite off the fork savoring the sweet taste. Another bite presented itself to Harry and Harry ate that. Slowly the plate emptied and Harry was full for the first time he could remember. He stared at the man. “Do... I call you Master now?”



“No Harry,” the man told him. “You will call me by my name, Severus.”



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Severus sighed as he finally headed back downstairs taking the breakfast tray with him, the more he learned of the boy’s treatment the more he wished that he didn’t. Focusing on the task of washing dishes he stopped thinking about the fact he’d found the Harry Potter who’d saved the wizarding world. The task was too short though and nothing but the boy upstairs occupied his mind again.



This time he was distracted though by sensing a friendly presence enter the wards around his house. Sighing in some relief he opened the door to greet Lucius and his son Draco as they walked up the walkway. Lucius didn’t seem to happy, but he never was pleased about anything and always question the fact Severus remained living in a small house hardly large enough for more than two without any magic alterations to make the small space more accommodating.



“Did we not agree to meet for drinks last night Severus?” Lucius asked getting to the point immediately. Severus couldn’t have blamed the older blond that fact Severus had stood him up even for the good reason of taking care of the battered boy upstairs.



“Indeed we did,” Severus agreed as he closed the door behind his friend. “Something had come up on my way and I had to change my plans accordingly.”



“I do hope whatever it was, was better than meeting a friend for drinks,” Lucius said making himself at home sitting down on the couch. Draco followed suit sitting beside the taller blond.



“I would not think of it as much better, but others in the wizarding world might call me a hero for stumbling across him,” Severus said, catching himself rambling and getting odd looks from his friend and godchild because of it. “I seemed to have apparated on the point where one Harry Potter had been thrown away.”



Both sets of gray eyes looked Severus’ way as the Potions Master took his seat in the arm chair, waving his wand to start tea. They both held the look of disbelief on their faces and Severus wondered if it was a good idea to tell the blond so soon, they would want to see for themselves at some point. The tea tray floated into the living room to set itself on the table once the tea was ready and three cups were poured, everyone helped themselves to their own.



“Are you certain it is him?” Lucius finally asked after a few moments of silence any teasing Severus for standing him up clearly forgotten.



“The lightning scar on his forehead is what told me so, the boy didn’t even know his own name,” Severus affirmed nodding his head a brief sad look escaping the customary mask. “The man who’d been hiding him all these years seems to be as cruel as the Dark Lord was.”



“What will you do with the boy?” Lucius looked genuinely curious. “Certainly you wouldn’t continue the man’s torment, you are nothing like our departed Lord. Do you intend on informing the Ministry?”



“I think not,” Severus said shaking his head. All the Ministry would do is put Harry in a psych ward when they took a look at him and hide the fact he’d been found. Who wanted a savior who wished for the Master who would beat him, didn’t know his name and would not eat from a plate? “It would do no one any good allowing anyone else to know.”



“Can I meet the savior of the Wizarding world?” Draco asked finally looking expectant that he would not receive a no from his godfather.



“I do not think it would be wise to show him off just yet,” Severus replied to Draco, not giving him a no but not accepting him to see the broken boy that day. “Perhaps another time when he realizes I will not continue where his Master left off.”



“Is he in that bad of a state?” Lucius asked mild surprise held in his voice.



“He’s asking to return to the Master who left little skin on his body and broke both legs to ensure the boy would not follow him after he threw him away,” Severus stated remembering the many times that morning the boy continually asked for his Master. Severus finally broke down and gave him half a dose of calming draught to get him to quiet down once more, without leaving him in an entirely drugged state.



“Thrown away because he was too old?” Lucius said thoughtfully to Severus, the man only guessed it could be the reason. Harry seemed reluctant to do anything his Master would beat him for. Good reason in Severus’ mind, but Harry was not near his Master and he remained true to that training. The boy must fear he’d pick up where the Master left off.



“Do you have any idea how to handle him?” Lucius questioned finally after a few sips.



“I’ve been calming him with potions but I cannot continue to do that, the calming draught could become addictive,” Severus said. It was one of the things on his mind that Severus was trying to figure out between being horrified at the boy’s treatment.



“No, that won’t do. You won’t gain trust that way either Severus,” Lucius informed him. Severus nodded knowing that fact himself. “You can’t return the boy to his Master, but you can take the place of his Master.”



“I did not bring him here to treat him as a slave Lucius, the boy has been through enough Masters to last a lifetime,” Severus said though the boy had one that should be well enough with how he was treated.



“I did not say to treat him as his previous Master has treated him Severus, he’s spent his life being controlled he will not adjust well if you expect him to get well because he no longer has a Master to treat him ill,” Lucius said a look of concern on his face. “He needs someone to tell him what to do and teach him to care for himself, You will not need to act in the fashion of his previous Master, just take care of him as a proper Master should.”



Severus considered Lucius’ information for a short time and nodded realizing he knew the information all along, he’d just not considered it long enough to come to that conclusion. Severus nodded curtly, plans on how to teach Harry how he should have been treated and how to take care of himself.



The rest of the afternoon was spent having tea speaking of things they would probably have talked about during drinks the night before. Severus never enjoyed sitting down to idle gossip but he bore with it for his friend, and his godson though he definitely did not want to hear of his students during his summer vacation. By the time the two Malfoy\'s left he was exhausted and the day was not yet over.





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