Esclavitud *Now Complete*

Chapter Seven
Harry woke up startled. He was still in the chair in front of the fireplace and Severus was still at his feet; no pillow. That position had to be uncomfortable for the former Potions Master, Harry felt that he owed Severus as it was, he did not need to add more discomfort. He was about to cast a feather weight charm on the slave when he saw him look up at him.

“I’m sorry Severus; I didn’t mean to wake you,”

Severus looked up at his master and shook his head, “You did not awake me, Master. I was waiting for you to awake so you could go to the comfort of your bed. You must be so uncomfortable,” said the slave locking eyes with his master.

Harry looked down at the man at his feet, “You’re kidding me, Severus, you are the one kneeling for hours on a cold stone floor,” said Harry looking in disbelieve at the slave. Severus lowered his head and did not answer. Harry could not deal with everything that was hanging over them, “Look Severus we are both tired. Let’s get some sleep,” he said standing and pulling Severus up with him. “Hold on, I am going to apparate us up to the room. I am too tired to walk,” and with a crack they were in the bedroom.

“Go use the loo, Severus,” he ordered with a sigh. Severus moved quickly and was promptly back. Harry followed. When they were both in bed and Severus felt Harry turned to sleep he started shaking. Harry turned to see what the problem was and he got his answer, “Master, will I not serve you tonight?” asked the slave looking straight into his master’s eyes. Harry simply shook his head and turned to sleep.


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A couple of hours later Harry woke with a startled. What was going on? He could feel is member engulfed in a moist silky cavern. He closed his eyes. Oh! It felt so good, but who was… oh just like that… His manhood was being sucked with just the right amount of suction. Oh! Now his balls were receiving the same treatment. Harry knew he had never felt anything this good. He should open his eyes but he really didn’t want this to end. Who…? But the question was absurd, who else… oh! There it was again on his cock. Ah! It was heaven. He could not bring himself to stop this. It was too divine… too wonderful… so needed.

“Severus! Please don’t stop. Oh!... need… Severus!” and with the slave’s name on his lips he came.

Harry placed an arm over his eyes and he panted for air and a steady heart beat. He only reacted when he felt the bed spring up; Severus had left the bed. When Harry uncovered his eyes to see what Severus was up to he found the man kneeling by his bed.

“Severus, what are you doing?”

“Master, I did not have permission to pleasure you. I do not know if I have angered you,” cleared the slave bowing his head.

A breathy chuckle escaped Harry at this statement, “No Severus, you did not anger me. I would say quite the contrary is true,” said Harry lifting the slave’s face with a finger. “Severus, I did not deserve that after what I allowed him to do to you. I don’t know how you are not trying to runaway from me. You must hate me,” it was Harry’s turn to bow his head.

“Master, it was my fault. I tried Master… I tried so hard not to hesitate. But I must have done something wrong when you felt the need to stop him. If I…”

“What? No! Severus you did nothing wrong. Severus I don’t ever want to see you obey another wizard. Is that clear?” said Harry as he searched Severus’ eyes.

“I am sorry Master, but I can not obey. The curse makes me obey any wizard or witch that gives me an order. Master you are all superior beings and something as lowly as I can not refuse,” ended the slave in a whisper.

“Severus, you know how I feel about this “lowly” business. You promised I would not have to hear that anymore,”

“I am sorry Master; I did not wish to cross you,”

“So you will obey anyone who gives you an order?”

“Yes, Master, unless you give me a direct order in a given situation,”

“I don’t get it,”

“I will try to make myself clear; if Master Ronald and Mistress Hermione were coming to visit you could alert me of the fact and ask me not to obey their orders. I must make it clear that this would only work for that visit and you must be very specific with your order or the witch/wizard could find a way around it,” cleared Severus.

“So I should not leave you alone,” recapped Harry.

“What Master fails to see is that I am a slave; I do not need protecting. I am here to serve,”

“What you fail to see is that as your master it is my job to keep you safe. Although we both know what a poor job I did of it last night,” Harry said airing a bit of the guilt that was smothering him.

“Master, please stop blaming yourself. I am your slave and I have lost you your lover. I should be punished,” he said lowering his head to the stone floor.

Harry lifted him back to his kneeling position, “That’s not likely to happen; unless you are willing to punish me,” retorted Harry.

“…Master! A slave must never raise his hand against his master; the curse is sure to kill the rogue slave for such an act,”

“So it is safe to say that no punishments will be handed out today,” said Harry at a poor attempt of humor.

Severus was kind enough to smile at his master’s attempt to make light of the situation.

“Severus…”

“Yes Master”

“I… need you to know… well you know…”

“Master there is no need to say anything,”

“Yes, there is Severus,” and taking a deep breath, “I am sorry. I failed. I did not keep you safe. Can you forgive me?”

Harry got all the answer he needed when Severus rejoined him in the bed.
“Thank you,” he whispered.


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Harry was trying his best to get on with his life. He had lost the love of his life but he had other lives that depended on him. Such as the life of one Severus Snape who was doing his best to make Harry’s life as comfortable as possible. Harry would come home each day to a slave who had been groomed by a very competent elf. Each day Harry would receive reports of how Severus was coming along with the lab.

One Tuesday afternoon Severus found that he had the lab just the way he was used to; perfect. Every ingredient was labeled and placed on the shelves facing forward. The empty vials were on another shelf. His potions books were on another. He had brewed his first batch of Skele-Gro and was feeling quite pleased with himself. But it was time to go up and wait for Harry.

Harry stepped out of the floo and as it was now part of his routine he hugged Severus and asked about his day.

“I brewed my first potion today, Master. Skele-Gro, I believe that in your line of work it will come in handy.”

Harry chuckled at that. “I’m glad Severus; after dinner I will go down to see what you have done with the place.”

“I will gladly show you Master. Master shall I get you a beer?”

“Severus, if you don’t want to have problems with Kreacher I suggest you leave the serving to him.”

“Yes, Master, I believe you are quite right.”

As promised, after dinner Harry went down to the lab with Severus, Kreacher and Mimi. The place looked awesome and when Harry spotted the potion he could not help but laugh. “Ah, Severus, how many bones are you expecting me to lose? I think there is enough Skele-Gro here to supply Saint Mungos for a year.”

“I am so sorry Master. I am so used to making quantities for the hospital wing at Hogwarts that I do not know how to make a household serving. I will not make waste again, Master.”

“Severus, I actually think Madam Pomfrey would welcome your potions. She has mentioned a couple of times how she misses your potions. It seems that in her book there is no better brewer than Severus Snape. I will firecall Minerva tomorrow morning and ask. Now, let’s get some shuteye.”

Kreacher perked his bat like ears and said “Master, the headmistress is at the floo at this very moment.”

Harry apparated to the sitting room and sure enough Minerva’s head was in the flames

“Headmistress, I was going to floo you in the morning. How can I help you?”

“Hello Harry, why were you going to call?”

“Severus seems to have some problem brewing small quantities and I was wondering if the hospital wing could use the extra potions?”

“Severus is brewing, but Harry, how is this possible?”

“Do you remember Mimi? Well she is Severus personal elf and she reads to him the ingredients and the procedures. He just brewed a batch of Skele-Gro that would supply Hogwarts for a year.” He said with a chuckle.

“OH, Harry, Poppy is going to be elated. She is for ever saying how these potions don’t work as fast or as efficient as the ones that Severus used to brew.” Severus and the elves were walking into the sitting room as she spoke and Severus could not hide the feeling of pride that her words gave him.

“Severus, there you are. I dare say you are looking quite well, old friend.”
Severus seemed to realize that his nudity might be offensive to the matriarch so he knelt and folded his hands over his privates.

“So you are back to your caldron. I should have known that no curse would keep you away from your passion. I hope we can expect some Pepperup Potion, Blood-Replenishing Potion, and Sleeping potion. Oh dear, that might be a bit too much.”

Harry had to just look at Severus to understand that it was not too much. The Potions Master was up for the challenge.

“Headmistress was there a reason for you call?” asked Harry keeping an eye on Severus.

“What? Oh yes, I dare say there was. I wanted to know how Severus was doing but I guess I know the answer to that.”

“Severus, I think it’s your place to answer that question,” As he moved from the fireplace to give Snape access.

“Headmistress, I am doing well and no, I do not believe you have placed an overly large order of potions. I can have these ready by next week.”

“Oh Severus, that would be great. Will you be delivering them yourself?”

Severus looked at his master. Harry nodded his consent.

“Mimi and I will be delivering them on Tuesday if this is fine by you, Headmistress?”

“I dare say Severus, Poppy and I would love to have you for tea.”

Again he looked at his master and again consent was given.

“I would like that very much Headmistress.”

“Severus, can you still play chess?”

“Yes, he plays an awesome game, just ask Ron.”

“Oh Mr. Potter I do not need references on Severus’ chess skills believe me I have suffered them in person.”

Snape had to lower his head to hide his smile. Smile he did not think appropriate for a slave.
The goodbyes and goodnights were said and Harry told the elves that they could retire for the day. Severus was told to go warm up the bed. Harry stared at the fireplace; hoping.


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Friday came along and as usual Ron and Hermione came over for dinner. Harry had asked Severus to dress for the occasion and he even asked the Potions Master to sit at the table but soon realize he was pressing his luck. Severus was shaking and every time that Harry tried to feed him he looked like an old, sick man that had trouble eating.

“Harry you are pushing it. You are asking too much of him,” intervened Hermione.

“I have to agree with Hermione, mate; don’t do this to him,” said Ron backing his wife.

“You’re both right. I am sorry Severus. Let’s take one step at a time. What would you rather do; take your clothes off or kneel by my side?”

“Master, please allow me to kneel by your side. That is where I belong, Master.”

“Kreacher…” but before Harry could ask for Severus’ pillow; Kreacher had snapped his fingers and made the pillow appear next to Harry.

“Thanks Kreacher,” said Harry.

“You be welcomed, Harry Potter Sir”

After that, dinner was a smooth affair. When dinner was over Ron invited Severus to a game of chess while Harry and Hermione sat and talked.

“Have you found anything new on the curse?” asked a hopeful Harry

“No, I am afraid that I have found nothing new. Well…” hesitated Hermione

“Hermione did you or did you not find out something new.”

“Well, it seems that by ministry law you’re supposed to have a Concession Oath on a sex slave.”

“Hermione, let’s try that in English now.”

“Harry it simply means that you provide for your slave in case of death or other circumstances where you are not able to provide for your slave. Obviously the Death Eater that had Severus did not have one or you wouldn’t have inherited him, so to speak. You should make an oath with another wizard just in case something happens and you can’t take care of Severus.”

“Just in case I die,”

“Harry! It doesn’t have to be death you might get sick or …”

“…Or?”

“Or get injured in your very high risk job and can’t take care of Severus.” Harry understood that in his line of work that was a possibility.

“Can you take the oath?”

Hermione turned all the colors on the spectrum “Harry it should really be a wizard.”

“I’ll do it, mate,” Said Ron not even turning from his game.

Harry thought it was a brilliant idea. If something happened to him at work, Ron would be there for Severus and not the low life that killed the Boy Who Lived. It was a simple mater to recite the oath and Harry felt certain he had done the right thing. But of cause only time would tell.

A/N Thank you so much for all your reviews. I was so thrilled to read each and every one of them. Some of you were so pleased with the chapter others were quite disappointed, but you took the time to tell me and for that I am so grateful. This chapter was shorter but after all those reviews I felt I needed to give you an extra scene and this is why Harry got a blow job. I am sure he is very grateful to each and every one of you.

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