My Master, My Savior

Hey guys! I'm glad you've enjoyed it thus far!! Thanks for the patience of the wait for the third chapter... Trying to work through writer's block in between college and work and this had to be rewritten three times to not sound like a list in paragraph form.



I hope you enjoy the final version!!



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Chapter Three









His next visit was prompted by a thump on the ceiling from above. Severus walked into the room to find what he had expected, the boy on the floor staring at his useless legs. The boy was visibly distressed at learning he could not stand and turning his watery green eyes toward him he glared at Severus.



“What did you do to me?” Harry asked accusingly.



“I’m not the one who broke your legs Harry,” Severus told the boy walking over and knelt down beside him. “They’re not broken now but the bones are weak after the quick healing, you’ll be able to stand and walk in a couple days.”



“I need to find him,” Harry muttered, Severus needn’t ask who Harry was talking about while the boy spoke more to himself. “I’ll prove to him I’ll be good, that there was no need to throw me away…”



Severus sighed a bit running gentle hands over the boy’s legs looking to see if any damage had occurred from the simple fall. Pleased to know that there was none he lifted Harry back into bed and had to hold him still when the boy tried to climb out again. “You won’t get anywhere by falling out of bed.”



“I need to go pee,” the boy looked up at him fearfully. “I didn’t want to wet the bed.”



“You should have said so,” Severus told him lifting Harry once more and carrying him to the bathroom and sitting him down on the toilet. He turned around to give the boy some privacy. “If you need anything while I’m downstairs just yell my name.”



“You won’t be mad?” Severus turned around to see those green eyes staring up at him.



“I told you to do so, I wouldn’t get angry because of it,” Severus assured him lifting the boy when he was finished and aided him to wash up. “I will not force you to ignore your bodily functions. Even if you wish for company just call me up.”



Severus had a feeling the boy wouldn’t want much company from him and part of him hoped it was so. He wasn’t sure what to say to the boy who wished for his Master that beat him to the bloody pulp he’d found him in. Setting the boy back on the bed he sat down on the edge beginning to pull the bandages off slowly it was about time to add more healing ointment on the wounds that didn’t heal under the simple potion.



“Do you hurt anywhere?” Severus asked as he removed the last bandage over a particularly gruesome gash that started at the hip bone and slid down the v towards Harry’s privates stopping half an inch short. Other similar scars lined close to the boy’s privates some stopping even closer. He felt the boy trembling beneath his touch and gaze as hints of the boys previous tortures were written there.



When the boy didn’t answer his gaze swept upward to meet the frightened green eyes a concerned look on his face. The lotion he used on the wounds held a small painkiller that kept the wounds from hurting as bad as they should, he knew the boy would be in some pain though. “Are you in pain?”



“They… Sting,” Harry said his voice hesitant as if expecting to get hurt because he wasn’t in pain. The boy shifted a wince quite evident to Severus, his gaze grew concerned. “I, it hurts - there.”



“Where?” Severus asked, the boy had made no motion to point or show where ‘there’ was and still continued not to do so. “Are you speaking of your wounds on your body?”



Harry shook his head and looked away. “It’s fine, pain is good.”



“No, it isn’t Harry-”



“Of course it is!” Harry interrupted him his gaze returning to Severus a serious look on his face but his voice dropped back to the meek voice he’d been using. “A reminder that I belong to him, that I should be thankful I’m alive.”



“You don’t belong to him anymore Harry, you needn’t be in pain,” Severus pressed a sick feeling in his stomach learning that the boy had been taught to appreciate pain.



“Then I’m useless…” Harry said a defeated tone in his voice. “If I don’t belong to him … who do I belong to?”



Severus stared at Harry as Lucius’ words rang in his head. His instant reaction was to say that the boy belonged to himself but he wasn’t raised to believe it that way, he’d been missing since he was a young child he wouldn’t know what it would mean to be your own person. Perhaps this is was Lucius had truly meant, something that Severus had failed to think of before his friend visited he wasn’t so much into the dominance play that Lucius was into.



“You belong to me,” Severus said taking a chance and hoping this was the right step to take. He didn’t like the thought of forcing the boy to be a possession of his but perhaps until he could teach the boy to think for himself it was something that needed to be done.



“You aren’t my Master,” Harry told him a look of confusion on his face. “You said so.”



“I’ve changed my mind,” Severus hated this. He watched the boy go from confused to frightened and began to shift away from him. He caught Harry’s wrist in a gentle grasp though to hold him in place. “You will not be treated as you have by your previous Master, but I do expect you to do as you are told. If you are unable to you must tell me why.” Severus found it easier when his voice dropped to the demanding tone he used on his students and the boy seemed to respond to it without screaming for help.



“Yes… Master,” Harry was hesitant his voice held a tone of disbelief but he stopped struggling to get away and sat in place staring at his lap.



Severus released Harry’s wrist and turned to wave his wand summoning his first aid kit to him. He treated the boy’s wounds with the healing lotion and bandaged the wounds without a word until he was complete. “Is there any where else that hurts?” Harry remained silent and his voice grew stern once more. “Answer me Harry.”



Harry lay down turning his back towards Severus his knee drawing to his chest. “I hurt here…” Harry’s hand sliding behind him pulling his butt cheeks apart.



Severus watched the boy a look of realization on his face. The potion would have healed the minor wounds there but if the man Harry called Master cared little about injuring the boy he probably did quite a deal of damage on the inside that would need healing as well. Taking a potion he pulled the cork from the mouth of the bottle. “Sit up Harry, and drink this.” The boy did as he was told a small look of relief on his face. “It’s a painkiller, tell me when you can’t feel the pain any longer.”



The boy’s messy hair fell into his face as he nodded but a question lingered in his eyes easy to discern. Severus answered the question with a small explanation. “I must spread the lotion on the wounds I could reach there, this way you won’t feel me doing so and it will not be painful.” The relief that had lingered faded and the boy turned pale but merely nodded again in understanding.



After some time of uncomfortable silence Harry looked up at Severus with glazed, yet worried, eyes. Severus understood the meaning of that without Harry needing to say a word. “Turn over,” he told Harry softly. Harry did so, his arse sticking up in the air waiting for what he knew was to come. Severus covered his fingers in the lotion to be used to coat the wounds and lube to aide the entrance. Harry was shaking horribly though even if the boy would not feel a thing.



“I won’t do anything more than coat the wounds,” Severus promised in a gentle voice hating himself all the same. He supposed he could leave it but the boy would be in pain longer than would be necessary. He gently slid one finger inside the boy hearing a small whimper come from him, the muscles were relatively loose around the single digit from good use. “Do you feel it?”



“N-no Sir,” Harry whimpered again though his eyes closing. Perhaps it was better not to feel the pain caused, that way he would not be punished for screaming. He really didn’t realize the man was inside him his entire body felt numb, it was the idea that the man was doing something to him that he could not feel that made him even more nervous than the onset of pain. “It’s… weird."



Severus nodded slipping another finger into the boy gently, just because the boy couldn’t feel it didn’t mean he shouldn’t be careful. He needed to be more careful because the boy couldn’t tell him if something were wrong. Severus coated the walls of Harry’s anus as far as they could reach feeling the obvious tearing from the Master who did not care if he was forcing the angle of thrusts to tear through the sides, some were much too deep to be from simple tearing from over penetration. When finished he pulled his fingers out though. “You could lie back down normally.”



“Yes, Sir,” Harry murmured shifting to lie on his side again this time his back away from Severus, a clear sign telling Severus he was finished touching him if he wanted to continue or not.



“Harry, that’s not all damage from him having sex with you is it?” Severus ventured cautiously wondering if it was too soon for questions. It seemed so for it took a while for Harry to even fidget and Severus began to get up not going to press when the boy wasn’t read.



“No Sir…” Harry told him his voice shaky he didn’t want to give this man ideas, but he knew to answer questions asked of him.



“You don’t have to speak of it Harry,” Severus told the boy in a soft voice gathering the dirty bandages after closing up his first aid kit. “I’ll bring you up dinner in an hour or two, you should rest. Call me if you need anything.”



“Yes, Sir.”



Severus stepped out of the bedroom closing the door behind him to dispose of the used bandages and dwell in his thoughts as he bent over a cauldron to work on potions he felt he may need in the near future. His thoughts fell on Hogwarts rather than the treatment of the boy upstairs. There was no way he’d be able to bring Harry Potter with him without alerting the Ministry and the large scandal that was sure to follow and there was no way anyone would allow the Savior to be in the Ex-Death Eater’s care if the knowledge was learned. Albus would certainly never allow it so Severus was stuck on deciding whether to resign from his position leaving the Headmaster less than two weeks before the start of the school year or somehow disguise the boy’s identity - or rather appearance.





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Harry’s stomach was grumbling loudly but the noise went ignored. He shouldn’t have taken the man’s word of bringing him another meal. Turning his back to the door he kept his mouth shut, the man - Severus, he scolded himself his eyes drifting shut, My new Master. Master… Harry shook his head against the pillow this man was not his Master, but he would appease the man show him he was good so his true Master would want him back when he saw how good he could be.



Harry didn’t believe a world Severus told him, the man had been touching him after saying he would not treat him as his true Master had done. The man knew nothing, he liked when Master touched him… Most of the time. Now the old man was going back on his word and wasn’t bringing food, he should have expected that at least he hardly had one meal to feed him a day, never mind two. His stomach grumbled about wanting to have believed the man and he shook his head, he shouldn’t have listened or hoped what the man said about dinner was true.



Lost in his thoughts he didn’t hear the door open or know of the man’s presence until he heard the man’s baritone voice. “Harry? Are you awake?”



He wondered what the man would do if he remained quiet with his back turned but the thoughts fled him when flashes what Master would do if he caught him asleep. Turning around he looked up at the dark haired man and noticed a tray held by those pale hands. He gave a small nod trying not to salivate at the thought of what might be sitting on that tray, perhaps the man wanted to feed him more vile tasting liquids again.



“Sorry that I’m late bringing this up,” Severus told him setting up the tray. Harry pushed himself into a sitting position, he felt no pain still and wondered if that stuff were still in effect. Would the man have sex with him after the use of that potion? He hoped when the time came he would, it wouldn’t matter if it hurt then - he wouldn’t feel it.



Looking down at the plate full of food his hands fisted the sheets in his hands, not this again. The man’s hands entered his vision though and a bite of meet was cut off and brought to his mouth. His lips parted and he felt the bite pass through and he pulled the bite of meat off the fork. He hummed in appreciation before he knew the sound came from him, it was the best meat he’d ever tasted, and so juicy!



“What is that?” Harry asked after swallowing his bite, forgetting for a moment that the man had not said he was allowed to speak. He looked away waiting for the cuff on the head or the painful pinch or something.



It never came though, instead the man answered his question. “It’s steak basted in a special herb sauce of my invention.” The man must have saw him flinch away for he continued after a moment in a softer less proud voice. “You won’t be punished for asking me questions or speaking your mind.”



Harry snorted in disbelief but was saved having to answer the man when a bite of potatoes came to his lips. He finished the delicious meal licking his lips clean as he stared at the empty plate. He’d eaten it all, not just mere bites in between the man’s helping himself. He looked up into those black eyes, the man had fed him even something Master would never do. He was supposed to serve the Master not the other way around, this man was backwards.



“How could I prove I’m a good pet if you’re the one serving me?” Harry asked his thoughts aloud seeing as the man had given him permission of a sort to ask.



“When you are well you will have tasks to complete for me, but for now I will take care of you,” Severus told him confusing him yet more. Why would the man care? “You also seem unable to feed yourself so I deem it necessary to feed you.”



“I can feed myself,” Harry muttered looking down at the plate and shook his head. “I’m not allowed to eat off of a plate.”



“My rules are different, you will be eating off a plate whether I must feed you from it or you feed yourself,” Severus replied in an even tone his gaze steadily staring at Harry, he could feel those dark eyes on him like no other eyes he’d felt before.



“What sort of tasks?” Harry asked changing the subject the fear he tried to suppress at hearing of something that was planned evident in his voice.



“Menial tasks like cleaning a room, helping me with my garden until the end of summer and other such things that have yet to come to mind.” Pale hands entered Harry’s vision again to take away the tray and he heard it set aside.



“Tomorrow I will go out to get you some clothes to wear, I imagine you are as uncomfortable naked around me as I am seeing you naked.”



Harry shook his head slightly, he’d not even thought of the fact he was nude in front of the strange man. “I don’t need clothes.”



“You do, and you will get some,” Severus replied in a calm tone that made Harry agree even when he wondered what would be the use of clothing. “I need to get back to my potions, do you need to use the facilities at all?” Harry looked up at him confused. “Do you need to go pee?” The man reiterated to make him understand.



“Oh… No Sir.” Harry said in a soft voice wishing the man would return the use of his legs to him.



When the man left with the tray of dishes Harry lay back down and stared at the ceiling rather bored as the time passed by. He drifted to sleep when boredom overcame him since there was nothing better to do. “I’ll prove to Master that I’ll be good…” He muttered to himself before he lost consciousness.



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