My Master, My Savior

A/n: Thanks for the corrections that you readers have pointed out, they are corrected. There are those of you questioning if Vernon was Harry's old Master, it is safe for me to say that no he was not. This is AU but the story also holds true to that Dumbledore had left Harry on the Dursley's doorstep, when that's the case.. the boy would not be missing if he had still been part of the Dursley's household as the unwilling sex slave.



Anyhow, sorry that it took a while to update. Here is what you've been waiting for. I'm not entirely happy with it, but I see no other way for it. If you want me to add you to the email list I've set up to notify of replies please leave your emails when you review and I will add you to the list.



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Chapter Four







Severus climbed the stairs his pockets filled with shrunken bags of clothing, mostly in shades of black as the boy had failed to give a preference of colors. Opening the door his brow wrinkled in confusion when the boy wasn’t on the bed, knowing he was still unable to walk Severus looked to the floor instead and still found no Harry. “Harry?” Severus called out in a concerned voice as he walked over to the bathroom that joined off the room to see if he’d had to use it and had failed to return but still no Harry.



“Harry where are you?” Severus called again, there would be no way for the boy to have left the room when he was unable to stand. Hearing a small whimper in the direction of the bed he turned to look and after a moment’s thought he was on his knees and bending down looking beneath the bed to find the boy curled in on himself. “What are you doing under there?”



Standing back up he took out his wand and waved it causing the bed to disappear, another wave and the boy was lifted into the air and the bed returned settling the frightened boy back on top of the bed this time. Green eyes were wide and fearful as the boy pushed himself away from Severus.



“Why were you hiding Harry?” Severus asked pulling the bags from his pockets and unshrinking them as he did so. Setting aside one set of clothing Severus put the rest away as he waited for Harry’s response.



“It... I..” Harry stammered continuing to regard Severus warily. “I… Forgot… My legs…”



“You forgot you couldn’t stand?” Severus asked softly realizing the boy feared he’d be punished for such a simple mistake and falling to the floor. Harry nodded silently a worried look remaining in his eyes. “It’s understandable, you are used to being able to stand and walk around.”



“Yes Sir,” Harry murmured softly.



“I’ve got you clothes, as you can see if they don’t fit I’ll alter the sizings but I’d like you to take a bath and to treat your wounds before seeing if they fit or not,” Severus told Harry



Severus lifted Harry out of bed feeling the boy tremble in his arms knowing this would be a constant thing he ignored it hoping Harry would learn to trust him over time. Carrying the boy into the bathroom he sat Harry onto the edge of the tub and proceeded to turn the water on and fill the tub watching Harry out of the corner of his eye. The boy watched the water rise a look of apprehension on his face but remained there saying nothing of the fact he was rarely bathed.



“Are you all right with bathing yourself?” Severus asked after a moment’s thought turning the water off and aiding Harry into the water slowly, watching Harry’s skin redden some under the heat.



“Yes, Master,” Harry said not meeting Severus’ eyes.



Severus nodded and stepped back summoning a chair by the door to watch Harry simply to be certain the boy needed no help. Pulling a book from his pocket he read as he listened to the splash of water as the boy bathed, only glancing up occasionally. He was glancing up when he spotted emerald eyes looking at him with a look of fear in his eyes and he put aside his book.



“Is something wrong Harry?” Severus asked in a concerned tone a part of him not wanting to hear what the boy had experienced in the bath in the past.



“No Master…” Harry said softly and rather hesitant his gaze shifting away again and was quiet a moment. “I am finished Sir.”



Severus stood and moved back to the side of the tub to help the boy to sit on the edge spelling the water gone and grabbed a plush towel wrapping it around Harry and toweling him dry before lifting Harry once more to bring him back to the bed. Settling the boy back down he peeled off the wet bandages to look at the wounds all but the one on Harry’s hip were healed shut and left nasty scars to accompany the others that covered the boy’s body.



Severus covered the scars with the cream still though knowing it may or may not fade the scars or remove them entirely. He covered the hip wound with the cream and bandaged the wound back up. “I’ll need to treat the wounds in your anal tract as well Harry,” Severus said softly and watched as Harry turned around for him obediently. He made the process quick and he was pleased at how quickly the wounds were healing already.



Cleaning his hands of the cream he picked up the clothing. “Sit up, I’ll help you dress.”



“Yes Sir,” Harry said turning back around and sitting up. Severus doing as he said he would and soon Harry was dressed in black jeans and gray T-shirt that fit him nearly perfectly. Harry shifted in the clothing though looking uncomfortable. “Do I need to wear them Master? I’m only stuck in the room anyhow.”



“In a couple of days you will be out of your room, better for you to get used to wearing them now,” Severus said cleaning up the small mess he made, before standing up. “I’ll bring up lunch in half an hour.” He paused in leaving though. “Would you like a book to read while you wait?”



Harry’s eyes looked towards the wall as he shook his head. Severus frowned and looked at the boy the answer to the question he was about to ask coming to him, the boy didn’t know how to read. Sighing he made a mental note to teach him, knowing the boy would bore though having felt guilty about it the day before he paused. “Would you like to come down with me? You’ll probably still be bored but at least you’re not staring at the ceiling or walls.”



“I’m fine Sir,” Harry said at Severus’ attempts to offer him something other than lying down and feeling worthless.



Severus sighed and gave a small nod determined to find something for the boy to do.





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Harry didn’t get out of the bedroom that day but over the next few days Severus had carried Harry down to his potions lab to help out by cutting up ingredients how he’d instructed or stirring potions while Severus worked on another instead of using magic to do the needed stirring. He found the boy listened well and did exactly as told, if only because the boy feared being punished if he did it any other way. Severus planned to use Harry though as a lab assistant from now on because of this and thought perhaps the boy could at some point find a job doing such when he felt able to go out into the real world, if only all it did now was give Severus a reason to put into the next letter he sent to Dumbledore about the boy.



He’d written to Dumbledore about Harry a day earlier, before he’d come to accept the help from Harry actually was helpful rather than the hinderance he’d expected. Severus remembered vaguely Dumbledore’s suggestion when he’d seen how busy Severus was one day and Severus dismissed the idea. Now it would help with the excuse of bringing Harry to Hogwarts, only he’d have to explain that the boy was unable to help out with anything else.



Severus knocked on Harry’s door before entering, they’d come to eat in the kitchen now but Severus remained at having to call the boy to get up, bath and get dressed in clothes he picked out for the boy. It was less a hassle now that the boy could stand and walk on his own now even if he was slow and still rather shaky about it. He found Harry sitting up though looking at him expectantly, obviously waiting for him to get him as was normal routine.



“Master,” Harry said in his normal greeting but there was a note of questions to follow and Severus paused in walking towards the bathroom to look at Harry. “I’m better now, when will you stop taking care of me and let me do things for you?”



“I will not stop taking care of you Harry,” Severus said his brow furrowed, he’d hoped that the boy would have forgotten him mentioning that once he was better he would give the boy tasks, other than aiding him in potions, to do. He’d not thought of things to assign Harry to do though and his mind wandered, the boy obviously expected more than cutting or stirring, and probably more than menial tasks as well. The latter was obvious to Severus now and he stared at Harry a moment, instead of answering the silent question of whether he would use Harry to appease his sexual appetite he ignored it hoping never for the boy to bring it up again. Instead he thought of ways for Harry to do the things he did for him. “Perhaps tomorrow you can come to my room and set up the shower for me and while I shower you lay out my clothes to wear and then I’ll do set up your bath and your clothing for you once I’m complete.”



“Yes Master,” Harry said a note of confusion in his voice.



“Come Harry, time for your bath,” Severus said ignoring the note of confusion and stepping into the bathroom and running the water for the boy. He only glanced up when the boy entered the room a question in his eyes still. “Remember Harry, you’re allowed to ask any question you like without needing my permission.”



“I’ve been wondering Sir, why don’t you bathe me?” Harry asked startling Severus enough to look up at him after turning off the taps. “Other Master would bathe me unless he found me in too disgusting of a state.”



“He is not your Master any more Harry, you will not call him by that title any longer.” Severus said starting out on a different subject instead.



“What do I call him then?”



“Do you not know his name?” Severus asked hoping in some way he could get vengeance for Harry’s treatment if he could track the man down. Harry merely shook his head though and Severus sighed. “Well, refer to him as merely his gender as I have been doing, as you have just done. I will know of who you are speaking of.”



“Alright,” Harry said softly a look of disliking the thought but he didn’t question Severus at all.



“As for why I don’t bathe you, it’s not because I find you repulsing but for you to do something for yourself, instead of relying on me,” Severus said answering the question now that the issue of Harry still calling his previous abusive master, Master. “You must learn to do things for yourself so starting out bathing yourself is a good start.”



“Oh,” Harry said softly and gave a small nod climbing into the bath with more ease than the day before.



“Your legs feeling stronger?” Severus asked, changing the subject. Though Severus had told the truth something in him wanted to bathe the boy anyhow, he pushed it away knowing it was because he did everything else for the boy it made sense to bathe him as well.



“Yes Sir,” Harry replied with a small nod grabbing the soap to begin bathing himself with. Severus retreated to his chair to wait.



They went through the morning routine quickly dressing Harry in black jeans and and T-shirt, they headed downstairs and Harry sat watching him make breakfast for the two of them. Severus had come to eating with Harry and after a couple meals finding it awkward to feed Harry from one plate and eat from his own he merely put the double serving on one plate and feed Harry a bite and then himself.



It was when they were heading to the basement that he felt someone enter his wards, the magical signature was all too familiar to Severus. Taking out his wand he cast a quick glamour on the boy turning dark brown hair to a black as dark as his own and his eyes turned a bright blue and the scar on his forehead disappeared. Putting a hand on Harry’s arm he stopped the boy from heading downstairs.



“Go up to your room Harry,” Severus said softly lightly pushing the trembling boy towards the stairs. “Don’t come down until I come to get you.”



“Yes Sir,” Harry said heading upstairs as asked.



Severus walked over to his front door opening it in time to see the white haired man in extravagant blue robes decorated with stars and moons about to knock. “Ah Severus, so good to see you.”



“Albus,” Severus greeted with a small nod stepping aside for the older wizard. He waved his wand in the direction of the kitchen to put a kettle on to boil. “You needn’t have visited had you responded to my owl.”



“Yes, but I thought it’d be faster to discuss in person,” Dumbledore stated stepping inside and making himself perfectly at home in Severus’ little home - something Severus hated about the man as he watched Dumbledore sit down in his armchair. “Where is this young charge of yours?”



“He’s up in his room,” Severus replied evenly looking upward for a moment in thought of him. The boy was silent up there as always and Severus knew the boy wouldn’t be looking for trouble.



“Ah,” Dumbledore said seeming to know from Severus’ admission that he had sent the boy up there to wait while they discussed. “How is it you come across having the young… Harry was it?”



“Yes,” Severus gave a small nod, he could see the old man’s suspicions lurking behind the half rimmed spectacles and though Severus would have rather given the boy another name life was confusing enough for Harry to learn to go by another name when he was just learning to respond to Harry. He had thought up the tale after he’d written to Dumbledore and decided to not to go too far from the truth. “Lucius Malfoy was given the boy by a friend of his, said he’d bought the boy when he was young from a wizarding family who was shameful of having a squib for son. He grew too old and he passed him along. Lucius felt that I would be more successful at teaching the boy how to function in the normal world.”



“I suppose your small abode would be normal-like to the aristocrat,” Dumbledore said a light tone in his voice though the twinkle had disappeared as he returned to the topic of the abuse. “Are you aware of everything he’s been through?”



“He’s not spoken of it, but from the damage I’ve healed I could make a good guess at what tortures he’s gone through physically,” Severus said and sighed waving his wand to summon the tea from the kitchen to the living room. “And due to the fact he’d been begging for his Master, psychologically as well. I’ve taken Lucius’ advice and stepped in to be what the boy looks to as Master but I am attempting to teach him to look after himself, it will take some time and he will need to come with me to Hogwarts to manage this.



“He’s proved to listen well, if not by the means even I would employ,” Severus conceded with a frown as they readied their tea for themselves. “Even on my worst students. However he does well in helping in the lab and would make a good assistant when it comes to my work making potions for both the infirmary and my private clients. I would not suggest to have him in the class however.”



“No, of course not.” Dumbledore replied instantly and shook his head sadly. “There are still families out there that believe in blood purity, it only saddens me to see that they don’t care about giving up their own child for torture.”



“There will always be the good and the bad Albus, it is only how we distinguish what would be right and wrong,” Severus said his voice remained neutral. Dumbledore already knew of his past mistakes and aided him too much.



“I think it would be best for me to meet the boy Severus,” Dumbledore said after a moment of silence leaving both men to their own thoughts but now he interrupted any musings he might have had. “If he is to live in Hogwarts, and work to some extent then I feel he should know me.”



“Of course,” Severus agreed standing up. “I would also like to request both of us heading to Hogwarts a week early, so the boy is used to the change of atmosphere before students fill the halls.”



“You are welcome to return to Hogwarts early Severus, you always are.” Dumbledore insisted with a raised brow anyhow, it wasn’t like he ever denied a teacher use of the school over the holidays.



“Thank you Albus,” Severus turned to head upstairs to bring Harry down to meet the Headmaster.





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Harry stared at the wall wondering what he had done to have the man change his mind about giving him something to do. Closing his eyes he shook his head resolving to another day of boredom. He knew the nice treatment wasn’t going to last but it was nice to have something to do, even getting hurt was better than lying down staring at the walls.



He looked over his shoulder when a knock was heard and he slowly sat up as he watched his new Master step into the room a short while after he was sent up. “Yes Master?”



“Harry we have a visitor,” Severus told him softly closing the door behind him.



“Oh,” Harry said softly in understanding moving off the bed. The man was just being nice to make it alright to share him with another… Closing his eyes he moved to take off his shirt.



“What are you doing?” Severus was there pulling the shirt back down properly and Harry stared up at the man confused.



“You were to give me to him…” Harry said trying to understand why the other man was upset.



“No Harry. You are to meet him, yes, but never in that manner,” Severus told him and took his hands lightly. Harry swallowed unable to hold back the fact the man’s touch made him tremble and want to squirm out of his grasp but he held as still as possible knowing something bad would happen if he did not. “Albus Dumbledore is my boss, he’s here to meet you. I teach at a school you see, and I must live there over the school year. I’d written to him to allow me to bring you to live there with me and to help me with the potions I make, as we have already been doing.”



“Your boss?” Harry asked in a small voice hands trying to reach for his shirt again, why else would the man have invited him here?



“Yes Harry,” Severus said holding Harry’s hands tightly within his own. “He is not here to… Have you perform for him, and you will not. Understand?”



“Yes Master,” Harry whispered closing his eyes. This new Master turned everything upside down, why wasn’t he acting normally; like old Master did? “I understand.”



Harry allowed himself to be led out of the room and down the stairs, Master’s ever present hand at the small of his back seeming to ground him to the promise that he was not expected to present himself for this man’s viewing pleasure. He looked around to see a white haired man sitting in his Master’s chair and blinked, perhaps this was why… The man was too old to appreciate a good show properly. Biting his lip he only caught the man’s eye briefly before looking to the floor allowing his Master’s hand to guide him around the couch.



“Harry, this is Professor Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School,” Severus told Harry startling him to glance up at the old man again to meet those bright blue eyes that seemed to look right through him at that moment. Biting his lip he remembered himself and looked back down noting the odd robes the man was wearing.



“Harry, you can look at me,” the man said softly but Harry remained staring at the man’s golden shoes that peeked past the hem of his robes. He heard the soft sigh emanate from the man a hand entered his vision, it was not the long elegant hand of his Master. He flinched back wide eyes finally looking at the man. “Are you happy here Harry?” The blue eyes looked saddened causing Harry to bite his lip harden uncertain how to answer.



Taking a step back he bumped into his Master’s body feeling the man stiff against him. He looked up to see the closed off face of his Master uncertain what was going on. “Master?”



“Answer his question Harry,” Severus told him forcing a gentle hand to rest on Harry’s shoulder. Harry still stared wondering what he’d done to set the edge to the man’s voice he trembled worse beneath the man’s hand and gained the man’s attention somehow, those dark eyes meeting his for the brief moment before he looked away. “Harry, it is alright. Answer the question.”



“Yes Master…” Harry said softly looking back towards the old man in time to note a strange look on the man’s features. He answered in the only way he knew how. “Master is nice sir. He feeds me and takes care of me. He hasn’t hurt me yet... Or used me... because I’m still healing… I think, but Master is nicer than old one… I know now what it’s like to be full.”



“Harry,” Harry looked up immediately at the voice of his Master, the man looked shocked for a moment before the look was wiped away.



Harry’s eyes widened realizing he must have said something wrong, flinching slightly he dropped to his knees and bowed low. “This boy is sorry Master.”



The figure in front of him sighed but Harry dared not to look up. Instead the man knelt down and fingers pulled his head up even after he flinched away. “Harry I am not upset with you.”



“Master you-”



“I am upset at the man who’s done this to you,” Severus interrupted him causing Harry’s eyes to widen more. “I know you do not trust me but please try to believe I’ll not harm you nor let you come to harm by another’s hand if I can so help it.”



“My apologies Severus,” Dumbledore spoke for the first time since that question. “I know you would not harm anyone, but I was concerned many could take advantage of such a situation without thinking twice. Now I can see there is no reason to expect that from you. Both of you can come to Hogwarts whenever you are ready, I’ll allow for the wards to let him through.”



“Thank you Albus,” Severus said his eyes never left Harry though and Harry looked at him confused uncertain what they were speaking of.



“I’m sorry I’ve upset you Harry,” Dumbledore said after a moment. Harry knew better than to respond this time not wanting to provoke more odd behavior from his Master. “I’ll see myself out.” The man left without waiting a response.



Harry looked away from his Master waiting for the blow not quite understanding the words the man had spoke. Was he just putting on an act for the boss? Harry shivered and his Master’s hand disappeared and Harry tensed waiting for something that did not come. He risked a look up to find Severus in the armchair instead of in front of him.



Understanding filled Harry’s brain and he crawled the small distance between them and slipped between his Master’s thighs on his knees. Before his hands got close to the zipper of his Master’s hands though strong hands grabbed his wrists. “Let me make you better Master…”



“Harry I need no such thing from you,” Master’s eyes bore into his own and Harry vaguely felt his wrists pressed into only one of his Master’s hands the other stopped him from looking away. “You will not perform such deeds for me nor for any one else. I will not permit the use of your body in such a way. I will not harm you and I will not use you, these two things I promise to you. Do you understand?”



Those black eyes bore into his so strongly, the emotion there a furious seriousness that Harry had only seen when old Master wanted to play… Harry attempted to shake his head from the memory only to have it held still. “Do you understand Harry?”



“Yes Master,” Harry said, the only answer he could give to the black eyed man knowing at some point the man would change his mind and do what he liked. He would wait for the time though and accept the promise for now. “I understand Master.”



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