A Sack Of Scars

A/N: Hello again? *dodges flying objects* I know I\'ve taken so long to update, but it\'s not my fault! I lost internet for a long time, then got a new connection right after christmas, and I would have updated then, but my little sister were over and spilt pop on my monitor and keyboard. I\'m really, really sorry, but I did write while I had no internet, so I have a few chapters done. I\'l put 2 up right now, and then the 3rd later on. I\'m also checking a chapter I wrote in my other story, and that should be up soon too. I love you all, so these chapters are full of fun and explainations. Also, this is where the darkness begins to receed and we see some real signs of attraction. I\'m sorry to have kept you waiting, and to those who are still with me, I love you all.

Also, I recieved word from a helpfull source that my story may be a bit confusing. I\'ve put a bit of an explaination on chapter 1, please read it if you\'re confused.

The calmness of the morning was not to last, much to the annoyance of Severus, as soon as breakfast was done, Harry had once again demanded Snape released him, then gone into yet another fit when he was refused, ending up with trying to gain freedom by force. The potion\'s master smirked as he saw the very surprised look on the young man currently on his back on the floor, looking up at him in shock. \"If you try to hit me again, Potter, I will not be so gentle with my return.\" Harry just nodded and rubbed his cheek where Snape has slapped him rather hard. Obviously, trying to punch the older man was not a good idea.

\"Sir?\" Harry hated how his voice sounded, so weak and unsure, but that was truly how he felt. Severus had taken his wand when he transfigured the younger man\'s clothes the night before, and seeing that Snape had both the physical and magical advantage, Harry was defenseless. Even so, he would not give into Snape, he hadn\'t beaten Voldemort just to fall to another man. Then again, he had doubts that Voldemort was truly gone, seeing as his scar still hurt at times, and the dark mark hadn\'t dissapeared from the Death Eater\'s arms. \'Snape probably knows about Voldemort.\'

\"There will be certain rules to follow while you\'re here, Potter. If I tell you to do something, you do it, no arguements. If you have a question about an order, you may ask, but I suggest being polite about it. If you disobey or do something I do not aprove of, you will be punished in whatever manner I see fit. If I ask a question, I expect an answer, an honest answer. My room is off limits, but the rest of the quarters are free for you to explore, just be respectful of my property. Understand all that, boy?\"

\"Don\'t call me that.\" Harry\'s voice was still quiet, but it held more force behind. Severus was glad. He wanted to help the younger man get better, not break whatever amount of spirit he had left. His intent was not to make Harry upset or uncomfortable, nor to make their time together hellish, but to try and bring back the polite, semi-confidant young man Harry had once been. Severus decided to let his young ward decide on what he wanted to be called. \"Anything, just not boy.\"

\"Alright. Seeing as we will be working closely together for a while, I suppose we can be on a first name basis, at least until school starts again. Now then Harry, have a seat and we will begin.\" The younger man got up and returned to his seat, and Severus sat at the opposite end of the leather couch, facing his pupil. \"Alright then, Harry, what happened after the battle?\"

\"I...he...\" Harry leaned back into the couch, trying to collect his thoughts. After his little fits, he really didn\'t feel like protesting any more, in fact, he felt quite calm about the situation. Maybe too calm. \'I bet there was something else in that potion. Like Snape would ever play fair.\' He threw a quick glare at the older man in the room, which was returned by an expectant glare. \'If I don\'t tell him something, he\'ll dose me with something stronger. So how much should I say to keep him happy?\' Harry thought for a few more minutes before gathering his wits to talk.

\"My relative, they didn\'t much like me, especially my uncle. After the battle was over, I was getting lots of attention. They found out about alot of things, including how important I was, and how much money I had, and I guess they were jealous. My uncle screamed at me for a while, and I was feely rather cocky, so I talked back, and he hit me. It was nothing big, just one punch, and he left my room. Next day, they all went out, left me alone, which wasn\'t that unusual...\" Harry realized he\'d already said a lot more than he\'d originally intended to say. \"What all was in that potion?\"

Severus smirked, but just gestured for the younger man to go on, and he did. \"Umm, well about an hour later, someone came in. Turns out my uncle gave some guys the key to the house. They...they...\" Harry had to pause and take a few deep breaths before he could continue. \"They did a lot of stuff, I thought I was dying, and it took a long time. I\'m not sure how long, really, but then I woke up and they were gone, and my uncle was there. He said I deserved it for being a freak, or something like that. They left me in the basement for the rest of the summer. That\'s all.\"

Harry honestly couldn\'t believe he\'d just told someone...no, not just someone, Snape...all that, but it felt good to get it all out. Well, not all of it, but a lot anyways. \'Stupid drugs.\' The young man looked up to see Severus watching him, mask carefully in place. \"What the fuck are you staring at?!\"

Severus glared at his young ward. \"Language mister Potter.\" Harry responded by mummbling something about it being english, but the potion\'s master chose to ignore it. \"Harry, while your story does help me understand a bit of the situation, it does not explain why you are still whoreing yourself to the entire wizarding world. Do continue.\" Harry thought breifly of telling Snape to just shut up, but knew that he\'d only get drugged again, and besides, it felt good to get everything off his shoulders, and Snape was a good listener. \'I think I like i better when he talks...where the fuck did that come from??!! Must be the drugs...\'

\"Well, I got back to school, and I had to go to see Pomfrey, and we got in an *arguement*, meaning I punched her. Dumbledore came, and I let before the bastard could talk to me. He\'s the one who left me with them, even when I told him that I was in trouble. He sent an owl and told me that I was probably just imagining my uncles behavior, that it was\'t really as bad as it seemed, and that I should just wait it out...I was bleeding to death and he told me I was IMAGINING IT!!!!\" It took a few minutes and another cup of (probably drugged) tea before Harry calmed down enough so he could continue.

\"After about a week of school, I got a letter from my uncle. He\'d caught the whole thing on video tape, and he told me if i didn\'t come back and keep his friends *entertained*, he would sell it. That lasted at least a month, then I found out he hadn\'t caught any of it on film, he\'d been too stupid to press the record button, so he\'d lied to make himself money and humiliate me. There wasn\'t much I could do anymore, it was over, and if I killed the bastard like I wanted to, I\'d get expelled. I hated school, but..my parents and Sirius wouldn\'t have wanted me to just quit, so I stayed, tried to pretend like nothing had happened. As you can guess, that worked like shit.\"

\"Then I got a letter from one of my *customers*, who was a squib. He said he\'d give me 50 galleons if he could fuck me for an hour, and seeing as it was nothing I hadn\'t done before, I agreed, and that\'s the story of how Harry Potter became a whore. Can I leave now, or are you going to drug me some more? You\'re probably getting some sick pleasure out of this, aren\'t you Snape?\"

Severus merely arched an eyebrow at the harse words. \'His tongue really loosens with a few drugs, must remember never to let him get drunk.\' \"I have some thinking to do, Harry. We will talk later. In the meantime, make yourself at home.\" With that Severus got up and went to his room. What the young man had told him was disturbing, and a shot or 2 of firewhisky sounded really good right now.