How Will You Treat Me?

Chapter 7

The camera had been rolling for who knew how long. Harry thought it had to of been only a few minutes even


though it had felt like hours. His uncle was still cowering in the corner and Harry felt the effects of the


Viagra he had taken. His mind was reeling; he looked around as if everything was in slow motion. The camera man


still held his same impassive mask, and the Bellatrix like man looked as if he was growing steadily more


impatient by the moment. Turning his head to look in front of him, he saw the leader of this group thrusting


into him; the look of sheer bliss on this man’s face. Harry stared at him in hazy wonderment. Was it strange he


didn’t really feel anything? Of course he could feel the friction inside of him but he felt no pleasure …or


disgust. Harry closed his eyes trying to will the time to go faster when he heard a loud slam. His eyes shot


open to find the body guard running towards a man… no wait that’s not just a man “Snape?!” Snape quickly pulled


out his wand and stupefied the body guard. Turning suddenly he made his way over to the camera man slamming him


with a silent hex. He began to curse the others in the room when the boss pulled out of Harry and drew his wand.


Pointing it at Snape he stopped in his tracks “You’re a wizard?!” Heh of course! Fucking a boy is only half as


fun as fucking the boy who lived!”Before Harry could even process what had happened curses blindingly bright


were flying back and forth. Harry watched in a stupor how Snape managed to somehow elegantly sidestep all of the


other mans curses and effectively hit the man sending him flying into the far corner of the room. Once


everything had died down, realization had hit Harry that he was strapped down to a bed fully erect in front of


his potions professor. Harry didn’t know whether to laugh, cry or just hope maybe his professor hadn’t


noticed? ‘Ha like that would happen’; especially seeing Snape coming towards him with a slight rouge to his


cheeks. Snape. Snape was coming towards him! He wasn’t going to rape him too was he?! Panic started to rise in


Harry’s chest and he began to squirm uncontrollably. Snape rushed over to his side and before harry knew what


was happening, Snape was wrapping a blanket around him and holding him close to his chest. “Are… are you ok….H-


Harry?” Harry could only nod as he felt himself being held tighter. He didn’t even know when he had been


released from his restraints or when he had been magically relieved of his seemingly permanent hard on. Harry


just clung to Snape’s black overcoat trying to sort out what exactly was going on. ‘Was he really just rescued


by Snape?’ ‘Why did he come to Privet Drive?’ “Did he know about the rapes?!’ He could feel tears pricking the


back of his eyes. ‘Did others know about the rapes?’ Harry didn’t even want to think about the answer to that.


He gripped the coat tighter as his tears sprang free from captivity.


Snape didn’t know what to do. He could remember feeling the same way as Harry but looking down on this


once strong boy he realized that he and Harry’s situations were in fact different. He watched the tears roll


rapidly down Harry’s cheeks and knew that Harry would recover. Just moments after being abused Harry had already


begun the healing process. He knew that with some work, Harry would return to a normal healthy human. But Snape


on the other hand hadn’t been raped in over20 years and has yet to shed a single tear for himself. He is still


plagued with frequent night terrors, uncontrollable vomiting attacks and even the ever strong thoughts of


suicide. Snape was knocked out of his thoughts by the sound of sniffling as Harry’s tears began to lessen. “Shhh…


Po-Harry, it’s ok now.” Snape slowly lifted Harry up and cradled him like he would an abused baby animal. Snape


couldn’t wrap his mind around how light the boy was. Heading towards the door he stopped and noticed the video


camera still running pointed innocently at the bed. He moved towards it determined to destroy all evidence of


this encounter. As he reached a free hand towards it he stopped mid air. He could feel a ward around the camera.


Looking at Harry again he was amazed to find the boy fast asleep in his arms. He could feel the pulsating magic


around the camera and knew the magical signature wasn’t Harry’s. He slowly looked around the room at the array


of unconscious body’s that littered the floor. He turned back towards the bed and placed Harry on it. Placing a


few very powerful charms on the area surrounding Harry, he immediately turned to the magical device. Walking


over to it he began to try and decipher what type of ward it was. Severus’s face paled suddenly; this thick


heavy weight settling into his gut. He just stood there wanting to scream to kill everyone in this room. There


was no tape inside, and judging by the residual magic on this device, it didn’t need a tape. The video this

camera has captured was sent to someone through a direct link. Suddenly Severus was no longer confident in

Harry’s ability to heal. This would be all over the Wizarding world. Especially if that Skeeter bitch finds it


first. Severus then pointed his wand and levitated all of the people in the room he would bring them back to the

wizarding world. He could easily obliviate the Muggles after relieving some of his pent up anger on them, and

when he was done with the wizard…well it was too dark to even think about. Keeping the bodies in the air he took


Harry in his arms again and apparated to his home at Snape manor directly from Harry’s bedroom.


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Dumbledore was enjoying a nice cup of tea and some lemon drops when an alarm suddenly went off. The


shrill buzzing didn’t seem to faze the elderly man and with a quick swish of his wand the room was silent once


more. Setting his tea cup down he turned towards Fawk’s empty perch. He didn’t expect his feathered friend to be


back until the end of the week. Severus really didn’t need to apparate directly from Harry’s home; now the


entire order would be here in just a few short moments. Just as he finished his thoughts panicked knocks were

heard at the door. Summoning the door open in stepped Tonks, Shacklebolt, Aurthor and Molly. Followed by other

various order members. Tonks was the first to speak. “Headmaster where’s Harry?!” The calm of the headmaster

spread quickly to the other order members and the room stood silent waiting for the headmaster to explain the

commotion. “Now now settle down everyone, there’s no need for panic Harry is perfectly safe.” Tonks again was

the first to speak. “Then why were the wards broken? ...and why did someone apparate Harry out of the house.”

Dumbledore wasn’t sure if he should tell the whole story to the rest of the order. He weighed the pros and

cons. ‘On the plus side if he told the order the odds of the truth leaking out to the public were greater.’ ‘And


if Harry didn’t know that he was the source of said leak that could work out to his favor.’ ‘However if Harry

were to find out it was him then everything would be ruined.’ Everyone waited patiently for the headmaster to

speak. The silence was thick in the air and the headmaster was still trying to make a decision. ‘I can’t risk

the truth…not yet.’ He turned towards his patient onlookers and as he was about to speak Fawks swooped in

through a nearby window and landed on her perch. Dumbledore slowly walked over to his friend and noticed she had

a note attached to her leg. Feeding her a treat he took the letter off of her leg unfolded it and glanced at the

message. Placing it in his robe pocket, He cleared his throat and began to speak. “Harry Potter had been

brutally abused and raped countless times by his relatives.” ‘As it turned out it was time for the truth after

all.’
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With a resounding pop Severus landed in his own living room still cradling the abused boy. Looking down


he noticed the boy was still asleep in his arms. ‘Why?’ ‘That old bastard knew and he didn’t do a damn thing!’


Half of him wanted to wake up Harry and tell him everything that coot did to him, but his other half never

wanted him to find out. Severus knew Harry looked to Dumbledore as a grandfather figure and he didn’t want to


see any sadness in the boy’s eyes. ‘Wait what the hell am I saying he’s still potter…isn’t he?’ ‘Isn’t he still


that annoying Gryffindor brat that would sneak around the castle causing mischief?’ ‘He was the boy who couldn’t


follow a simple rule.’ ‘He… was the boy who had battled the dark lord multiple times and survived.’ ‘He…he is


the boy who has done all that and never been read a bedtime story, fed a proper meal from his family, and

probably learned to use a glamour before he ever began Hogwarts.’ ‘This was the boy who lived, but lived a life

of complete hell. Severus slowly cradled harry in his arms and headed towards his bed chambers.

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Harry could feel himself being slowly carried. He assumed he was dreaming, he felt warmth surround him

and a faint heart beat was the only sound. ‘Am I in heaven?’ He moved to cuddle closer to the warmth he opened

his eyes lazily and looked up. ‘Snape? ...Snape!’ Harry didn’t know whether to try and get away or to stay still

and pretend he never woke up. ‘How did he get here…where was here?!’ Harry shifted slightly in the professors

arms. ‘Oh my god I’m naked under this coat!’ ‘Why am I naked?!’ Harry began to silently panic he could feel the

bile rise in his throat. Then it hit him. Everything that had gone on in the last 24 hours came back to rushing

back to him. The raping, Snape bursting in saving Harry, wrapping Harry in his arms, speaking comforting words

to Harry. He could no longer hold back the emotions of the past day and with a poorly stifled sob, tears began

to stream down the young wizards face. Snape heard the small noise and looked down to see Harry crying and


shaking in his arms. “Shh your going to be alright now. You’ll never have to go back to the house again…I-I


promise you that Harry.” The tears never wavered as they finally made it to Seveus’ bed chambers. Slowly placing

the emotional boy down in the soft downy Mattress he used his now free hands to summon various vials. “Here.


Dreamless sleep and a calming draught.” We’ll…we’ll talk in the morning Harry.” Harry obediently drank both


vials and nodded his head. ‘Was this really the evil potions master?’ ‘Why was he being so nice?’ Sleep slowly

began to take over and as he closed his eyes he reached for Severus. Severus watched Harry slowly drift off but

was caught off guard when he felt Harry’s small thin hand grab his. “Don’t worry Harry. I’m right here.”








A/N Sorry about the late update. I got some very good advice from a reviewer. he/she told me that I shoud have more things happening in the chapters. I realized I was so worried about getting them posted that they were lacking in quality. So I started typing got writters block but now im cured! chapters should come weekly and I love reading all of the reviews. thank you so much for giving my story a chance ^_^