Once in a Blue Moon

Disclaimer: Not mine, belongs toJ.K. Rowling etc.

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Harry was roused early the next morning and was ushered down into the basement to wait for the first of the
men to come. Since the age of eight Vernon had been selling his body to anyone willing to pay the price. Nevertheless, in all those years he\'d always imposed limits on what they could do to him. And thank Merlin for that; some of them were sadistic bastards. He looked around at the ‘toys’ provided for the clients entertainment and shuddered. The stairs creaked, announcing the arrival of the first of many. The gryffindor looked up, heart racing when he saw Will practically skipping down the stairs.

Will Cutmore was an associate of Vernon\'s, and had been Harry\'s first customer. He was Harry\'s most
regular client, and the most vicious. Will smirked, cracking his knuckles and grinning sadistically as he reached the
bottom of the stairs.
\"We\'re going to have such fun you and I.\"


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Harry stood, keeping his gaze averted and awaiting instructions. Will pilled out a pocket-knife, flicking it open
and looking at it with perverted fondness.
\"Clothes off.\" he ordered softly, sitting down on the arm of the couch to watch, long fingers absently stroking the blade\'s
length. Harry did as he was told, stripping off his too large t-shirt and pants, and stepping out of his boxers, tossing them
off to the side. Will didn\'t care about neatness, only George was so anal as to demand Harry fold his clothes neatly before being fucked.


Will stood, instructing Harry to lie down face up on the couch. Once he\'d complied, the man straddled his hips, pulling out his knife and (oddly) a dictionary. Harry puzzled over how a dictionary could be used in any kind of sexual or sadistic way, and was soon shown the answer. Mr. Cutmore flipped through idly, and then paused, grinning.
\"Perfect.\"He rested the book open on Harry\'s stomach and began very suddenly to carve, small, neat, cursive words into
his chest.

Slut (slut) n. 1. A slatternly man. 2. A man of loose character; hussy 3. Harry Potter


Harry\'s scream could just barely be heard upstairs, and Vernon was glad he\'d sound proofed the basement
years before.
\"Fitting isn\'t it?\" Will muttered, watching the blood slowly pool on the pale boy\'s chest. The man leaned over, lapping at the
stream of crimson liquid. He licked his lips, and then pressed them down onto Harry\'s, forcing his tongue inside, and tangling his hands in his hair. \"My little slut.\" He whispered, pulling back. He stood, going over to the wall and selecting his favourite of the toys, the cat-o-ninetails. He grinned, \"Time to play.\"


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Harry lay on the floor, teeth clenched, and taking in ragged breathes. His whole body ached, and the real pain hadn\'t even started. Will had grown tired of the whip and moved on to candle wax, cigarettes and so on, until he\'d grown
weary of \'playing\' entirely. He stripped down, pulling Harry up so he was on his hands and knees, and ramming in with no warning and no preparation. The Boy Who Lived screamed, arms shaking with the effort of keeping himself up.
Will continued with jerky, rough thrusts, and perhaps Harry\'s only bit of luck that day was that he was very soon spent, coming
with a satisfied groan. Will lingered inside him a moment, then pulled out, breathing hard, and fumbling for his clothes.
He paused on his way upstairs, smirking.
\"See you next week.\"


~*~


Dumbledore was pacing in his office.
\"You\'re telling me he was hurt, was obviously not telling you something, and RAN away, and you made him go back.
He turned round to look at Severus. The Potions Master was unflinching.
\"He\'s a teenager, they\'re over dramatic. If every teenager who ran away was really in any danger…”
He was silenced by a look from the Headmaster.
\"I trust that Harry would not leave the safety of his Aunt\'s home unless it was a matter of great importance.\"
Severus snorted,\" And you trusted that mongrel to stay put too, look where that got you.\"
\"Severus!\" Dumledore shot him a warning look. \"I am very worried about Harry. I would like you to find out what\'s going on.\"
\"If something was going on he would have said so.\" Snape argued.
\"I seemed to recall you never said a wor-\"
\"I told you never to mention that.\" Severus interrupted. \"What do you expect me to do, just waltz in and say,\' Hey are you hurting your nephew?\' You honestly think they\'ll admit to that?\"
\"You’re a spy Severus...SPY.”
Snape growled inwardly, closing his eyes. \"Why can’t you send-?\"
\"Because you. are the only .spy.\"
Snape grumbled to himself, standing. \"I\'m busy for the remainder of the week,\" he said, hoping to force Dumbledore into choosing someone else to go baby-sit the Golden Boy.
\"Perfect, you can go next week when you\'re not.\" The old man\'s eye twinkled, and he smiled mockingly.
Severus left before he blew the old crackpot into a million little pieces.
\"I suppose I\'ll be seeing you next week Potter,\" he grumbled, as he returned to the dungeons, and hurried to his potions
to calm down.


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Severus stood in front of the mirror, debating on how to keep Vernon or Potter from recognising himself and
finally decided to cast a simple glamour over himself. His hair became longer and turned a deep chocolate brown. It was
soft and shinny, and hung past his shoulder. His eyes lightened until they were a shade close to Aquamarine, and seemed much friendlier. He changed his nose to a less recognisable shape, and he made his cheekbones less angular. Severus
raised an eyebrow.
\"Not bad.\" He frowned, the voice. Another wave of his wand and he had a lighter, slightly Irish accent.
\"There. Let\'s see him guess who I am now,\" he said confidently, tying his hair back. He apperated to Privet Drive and
strolled casually up to #4, ringing the bell. Vernon came to the door, looking him over curiously.
\"Yes?\"
Severus looked him in the eye.
\"I\'m here about the boy.\" He didn\'t clarify; let the muggle incriminate himself. Vernon studied him for a moment, and
then invited him inside. He brought him a drink, and the two sat down at the kitchen table.
\"How long do you want him for?\" The large man asked straight away.
\"Erm…” Snape was thrown back. What on Earth was that supposed to mean? \"The...not...too long.\"
\"So what half an hour?\" Vernon asked.
\"...Sure?\" What the hell was he going to do for half an hour with Potter?
\"Fifty pounds.\" Mr. Dursley held out his hand.
Snape frowned, but fished in his pocket for some muggle money. He had to pay to see Potter? Did they glorify him
THAT much?
Vernon smiled, tucked the money in his shirt pocket. \"Alright, ground rules: No permanent damage. I wanna be able to
use him tomorrow, so you break him you buy him. You can use any if the toys, but if it\'s gonna make him scream, try and
get a gag on him first. And when your time\'s up, you\'re outta there, so be sure your finished up before then.\"
The Potions Master nodded, confused, but playing along. \"Oookay.\" He stood, \"So may I see him now?\"
Vernon chuckled, “Wanna get straight to it eh? I don\'t blame you. I\'ll go get him ready. How do you want him?\"
\"Erm...\"
\"Tied up, clothed, not clothed, sub, dom...your pick.\"
Snape blinked....\"...just...as he is please.\"


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Severus was confused when Vernon pointed him in the direction of the basement, assuming Harry would have
the master bedroom upstairs, but shrugged it off, assuming the basement had probably been refurnished for the Golden
Boy. He strolled down the stairs casually, trying to personify the identity he was assuming. The smile he\'d forced onto his
face faded as he reached the last step and saw The Boy Lived. He was still in the state the last man had left him in, bruised, clothes torn, and handcuffed to the hot water pipe on the ceiling, so he was forced to stand on his tiptoes to take the strain
off his bleeding wrists.


The true meaning of Vernon\'s words finally sunk in and he was horrified. He shook his head, years of Death
Eater training, and spying for the Order paying off. He smiled at the boy, moving closer, and tilting his chin up to look into
his eyes. He was unused to seeing them like this. They lacked the fire, the rage they always held when he beheld his Potions Master. There was no fight in these eyes.


Severus took a seat on the couch, looking at Harry, then the room, and its contents for a while. Harry watched
the man out of the corner of his eye, confused at the familiar aura that seemed to radiate from him. Severus finally turned his gaze back to Harry, who quickly looked away. Severus chuckled.
\"Hello.\"
The Boy Who Lived eyed him wearily for a moment, trying to discern if he was being serious.
\"Hi.\" he said softly.
\"What\'s your name?\" Snape asked, hoping Harry would confess his troubles to the \'kind stranger\' quickly so he could get
him out of here. Already the memories were threatening to flood his mind but he pushed them away.
\"..Harry.\" The boy said after a moment, clearly not used to his clients talking to him.
Severus stood, undoing the handcuffs, and allowing the boy a shred of his dignity back.
\"How long have you been doing this Harry?\"
The Gryffindor sat down on the floor, massaging his wrists and trying to place the man. He wondered if perhaps he was that reporter who\'d tried to infiltrate Vernon\'s business once before. Vernon had figured him out before Harry had a chance to answer any of his questions.
\"Eight years.\" he mumbled, flushing. Internally Severus was furious,
~How could they do this to the saviour of the wizarding world? To any child? ~ but he shown no outward sign of it, nodding,
and perching on the arm of the couch.
\"Does he abuse you?\" He asked, showing no sign of emotion.
\"Yes.\" Harry muttered, unsure as to why he was telling a stranger the things he\'d vowed no one would ever know.
\"How long has he been doing that?\"
\"Twelve years.\"
They went on like that for the remainder of the half hour Severus had paid for, and by the time he was done he had a sufficient
amount of evidence to removed Harry from the retched excuse of a home.
\"I\'ll be back in a moment I have to speak with your uncle for a moment.\" Snape stood, as did Harry, fear in his eyes.
\"Please don\'t tell him,\" he blurted, running forward and grabbing onto his sleeve. Severus slapped him hard across the
face, and sneered.
\"I\'m going to pay him for more time you little shit, so I can give you the fuck you deserve. I don\'t give a shit about what
you told me, I just like to see the pitiful look in your eye when you realise no one cares about a little slut like you.\"\" He
spat, shocked at how much he emulated his father. Harry backed away, lowering his eyes, and breathing quickly. If Severus wasn\'t mistaken the child was experiencing a panic attack, but that would have to wait. He hurried up the stairs.

Vernon Dursley was going. to .pay.


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