How Severus Spends His Summer Hols

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It didn’t take Hermione long to find the wizard she sought, he was with the other men working outside a small cinder block building. She could already feel the heat from the fire that burnt within and she was still twenty feet away, she was suddenly glad she was not going to be with Ron that evening.

“Severus,” she began as she walked up behind him, once again caught by surprise at the bare expanse of his back. As he turned to face her, she felt her face flush slightly; she so did not want to be attracted to the man’s raw sexuality.

“What is it?” he asked a frown beginning on his face as he saw the concern on hers. He looked back toward the trailer where he knew Harry was; surely he hadn’t gotten into a scrape.

“Something is wrong with Har..” came out of Hermione’s mouth, but before she could finish her sentence, the tall, dark haired man was off at a trot to find out what was wrong with his submissive.

“Harry!” he called as he came up the porch steps and into the trailer at a quick pace. All conversation stopped as the man walked into the kitchen, his black eyes taking in everything, trying to ascertain what had happened to Harry. His eyes slid past him once and then were riveted back to where he sat. His hair, what in Merlin’s name had been done?

Harry didn’t move, just laid the small paring knife he’d been using on the table top and waited. He was still lost in his own mind, not quite able to separate things around him now from things that were still deep in his memories. Severus stepped up behind Harry’s chair and brushed his fingers along the thick braid that hung down the center of the young wizard’s back. He frowned when Harry flinched under his touch and then stilled immediately under his hand, his breath coming shallow and fast. He was afraid; Severus could almost smell it on him. The women at the table frowned as they watched, they had no idea what had happened to the smiling boy that had been eating apples and catsup not long ago.

“Aunt Maggie, what happened to my Harry’s hair?” he asked politely as he continued to finger the heavy plait. He had immediately recognized the braid as one a woman would wear, he thought he knew what had happened to the younger man, but needed some time to process it.

“We charmed it and braided it Severus, you know the traditions.” Maggie said as she watched the too wide green eyes of her ‘nephew’s’ mate as they stared at his hands. “No one harmed the boy. Do you want me to reverse it?”

Severus began to speak when Harry spoke up quietly, “Please leave it, this is how I am supposed to wear it now.” He bowed his head more, bending his upper body lower to the table in front of him. Severus recognized the position; he was offering his back to his Master for punishment. Sadly shaking his head, Severus silently blamed himself for Harry being overwhelmed by everything that had happened in the past week since they’d arrived in the States. He realized Harry had reverted back to how he’d been under the tyranny of the other man, now he just had to bring him back.

“Aunt Maggie, cousins, could we be alone for a little while? I need to talk to Harry.” Severus said softly, he wasn’t upset with anyone; he just needed to remove outsiders right now. Harry’s breath hitched in his chest as he watched the women stand and leave with unseeing eyes, being alone was bad when you’d done something disappointing in the opinion of your Dominant.

As the door closed after them, Severus took the chair next to Harry and sat down, keeping his hand on the younger man at all times. Harry began to rock silently in his chair, his hands twisting in his lap as he waited. Severus reached up and tucked an errant tendril of hair behind the younger man’s ear and then let his hand linger on his face. He tilted Harry’s face up so he could look into his eyes and shivered when those green eyes were vacant, no one was home anymore, and his Harry had retreated to a safe place.

Severus knew that right now Harry had built up enough defenses that he’d withstand nearly any punishment without breaking easily, and he also knew he was going to have to break that defense down to get his lover back.

“Harry, who are you?” He barked sharply as he shook the thin frame in front of him. Harry’s eyes came up and drifted slightly to the right before he spoke in a very tired small voice.

“This thing doesn’t know anymore Master. It used to be a boy, but not anymore, it doesn’t know.” Harry stopped, his brow furrowed for a moment and then he continued. “It thinks it is a worthless freak, a mistake.”

At Harry’s reply, Severus’ heart sank further; he was farther in himself than the older man had thought. He’d been so happy when they had found out together that Harry could have children, he’d dreamt that he might have a child with the man he loved so dearly. Now though, it seemed everything had gone pear shaped for Harry, he was not dealing well with the changes in his body, and really not doing well with his family. It was time to go.

Severus spoke once more.

“Harry, tell me who I am.”

Once again the younger man’s eyes drifted out of focus as he began to speak. “You are Master.”

“My name, Harry, what is my name?” Severus pressed, his hold on Harry’s arm getting tighter.

“Morg...Sev…” Harry looked confused as he stumbled over names, he was trying to make the distinction between the two, and he wanted to please the tall, black haired man in front of him. “Your name is Master.”

He was afraid he’d given the wrong answer; the other man was so quiet now, all Harry could hear was breathing. The grip on his arm was tighter, but he wouldn’t move. Harry’s broken mind tried to help him bridge what needed to be done with reality, and the younger man quickly slid out of the chair and onto his knees between Severus’ legs. His first master had taught him that if humiliated himself sometimes that would be enough.

Gritting his teeth at the sight of Harry’s nervous hands fluttering at his waist, he took a deep breath and spoke again.

“Harry look at me, really open your eyes and look at me.” As the younger man did as he was told, Severus searched his face for a sign he was there with him. There was a brief glimpse of his lover flitting through those eyes and then blank once more. Severus shook him again, hearing his teeth clack together from the force of it, Harry simply flopped around like a rag doll.

“Who am I Harry?” Severus demanded as he roughly cupped the boy’s chin and forced him to look him in the face. Harry’s eyes rolled back in his head, not able to follow the simple task and look into Sev’s eyes.

“You are Master.”

Severus growled in frustration and pushed Harry away, not sure exactly what to do with him now. He needed to shock him back into reality, but didn’t want to harm him or the baby. He hadn’t had a spell this bad in over a year, and that had taken the older man nearly a weekend to reverse. Once more, he vowed to put the fear of Severus Snape in the bastards that had hurt his Harry.

“Master, would you like this freak to do anything for you?” Harry whimpered as Severus turned his face loose. Maybe if he sated any desire his Master had, his Master wouldn’t need to hurt him. He had hoped his Master would have been pleased with the baby, but he didn’t think he was, his Master’s submissive wasn’t male anymore. Master was gay; Master wouldn’t want a submissive that wasn’t male. Harry would have to be extra good and maybe he’d be kept a little longer.

Severus sighed and reached out to stroke the other man’s blank face, he didn’t even flinch now when touched. Harry’s smaller hands began to inch their way up Severus’ thighs to his groin, he was intent on making himself useful enough he might be kept around another day. The older man noticed what Harry was doing and he knew it wasn’t him that Harry was seeing, but one of his past tormentors. He would be damned if he allowed Harry to make him a rapist, no matter how willing the younger man was. He jumped up and back, and without thinking first, his open palm was laid across Harry’s pale cheek, knocking the slight man to his side on the floor.

“Oh Merlin Harry, I never meant to hit you.” Severus yelped as he knelt down to pull the younger man into his arms. “I am so sorry baby, so sorry.” Tears rolled down Severus’ cheek as he cradled his lover in his arms, a red print of his large hand clearly outlined on the pale cheek. He felt the young wizard wiggle in his arms and loosened his hold slightly. Looking down, he looked into Harry’s very wide, very green, and very aware eyes.

“You hit me?” Harry questioned as he gingerly touched his injured cheek. He looked at Severus in disbelief, he couldn’t believe he’d hit him.

“I’m so sorry Harry,” Severus whispered as he knelt, rocking in the small kitchen with his mate in his arms, he didn’t know who he was trying to console more, Harry or himself. He closed his eyes and bowed his head as he held him close, slowly opening his eyes when he felt a tentative hand on his own cheek.

“Did I blank out again?” Harry asked softly, he couldn’t remember why he was on the floor or really anything of Severus before being slapped. Severus only nodded and leaned down more to brush his lips over the younger man’s. Harry sighed, he was sick of doing that, thank goodness it had never happened while he’d been teaching. He leaned in closer to Sev and put his arms around his neck.

“I didn’t do anything stupid, did I?”

“No, your virtue is still intact,” Severus answered drolly, it always amazed him how fast Harry could come out of these episodes, like flipping a channel on the telly. Almost frightening.

“Well I hope I didn’t embarrass you in front of your family or embarrass myself.” He said as he wiggled around to get more comfortable as Severus moved to sit cross legged against the wall.

“No, I think you just went quiet when they started in with the whole ‘you are a woman’ bit. I am sorry Harry, I never even thought about them doing that.” Severus said as he leaned his head back against the wall.

“It’s okay Sev, just freaked me out a little, I still don’t know how to see myself though.” Harry said thoughtfully as he fingered the end of his new braid thoughtfully. “I mean, am I a man or a woman to you, Sev? I guess that is the important thing.”

Severus brought his head back down and looked Harry square in the eye before he answered.

“You are my Harry, nothing is ever going to change that. It doesn’t matter to me what is between your legs or in your belly. The fact you can bear a child is a gift, it makes you a special person. I don’t ever want you to doubt what you mean to me, Harry. Just because you have a new orifice doesn’t change who you are.” He answered as he stroked his fingers along Harry’s sides and tummy. “I love you any way you are, it doesn’t matter to me.”

“Even if they call me the woman of the relationship here?” Harry asked, remembering that they assumed he’d be participating in the women’s ritual that evening.

“It doesn’t matter to me at all.” Severus answered, and then spoke again. “Harry, would you like to just leave and go get married somewhere without all this fuss?”

Harry looked at the man with wide eyes and shook his head.

“Are you insane? This is your family Sev. We can’t leave now, it would break Grant’s heart.” Harry said immediately.

“Besides, they are going to be my family too, right?” the last bit was added soft enough Severus had to strain to hear it.


A/N~ I am glad that you all are not turned off by the mix of cultures I am tossing in here. For me, this works, I can close my eyes and see Sev herding cattle with a stick. If I couldn’t see it, I wouldn’t write it.

Every person in this story is based on someone in my life in some way or another, so I draw upon the personalities I know to create my characters.

Wow…over 500 reviews…I am still amazed someone would actually want to read something this off the wall. I thank everyone from the bottom of my little Sadistic heart.
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Ps : the cattle situation will be resolved