Hogsmeade, Circa 1826
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Hogsmeade, Circa 1826
I have added all the warnings I could think of! I may not use all of them, but it's better to over-warn, than to under-warn, right? lol
TITLE: Hogsmeade, Circa 1826
AUTHOR: Taran
PAIRING: HP/SS
RATING: NC-17
WARNINGS: May contain spoilers for books 1-6, but probably not. Also, be forewarned that this is AU and should be read as such. This will not be one of my more fluffy stories, nor will be as dark as some, but there will be plenty of angst for our boys. You all know how much I love to torment my poor, lovable Sev! :D
MORE WARNINGS: This story revolves around a slave/master relationship between a man and a teen (who is over the age of consent). If this bothers you, or is simply not your cup of tea, then stop reading now. If you feel I’ve made an error in s/m etiquette, let me know, as there is plenty that I don’t know and/or remember about it.
FEEDBACK: Yes Please!!! taran_swann@yahoo.ca
DISCLAIMER: *sigh* Not mine. Some nasty, ugly, brilliant woman by the name of J.K. Rowling owns the whole Harry Potter universe. I'm just borrowing for a while, and then I'll send it all back the way I found it… only slightly worn.
SUMMARY: Harry Potter and Severus Snape find themselves in Old Hogsmeade, where slave trading is a way of life.
BETA: Um, well… you see… Ok! It’s not beta’d yet, but I’m sure I’ll find a victim… er, slave… er… someone to do it eventually!
ARCHIVING: Anywhere is fine, just please let me know.
~*~*~
“Hogsmeade Circa 1826” by Taran
“POTTER!” Severus Snape yelled for the third time in as many minutes before his voice was effectively cut off.
He had awoken not more than half an hour before, cold and shivering, wearing nothing more than light trousers, a thin cotton tunic and well-worn sandals. Next to him lay none other than the Boy Who Lived. Potter had been dressed in thick black trousers, a warm woolen shirt, an old-fashioned traveling cloak and new-looking heavy boots, much to Severus’ chagrin.
When he had moved his head to get a look at their surroundings, he had found the coldness around his neck to not only be from the chill of his lack of clothing, but also from a band of metal around his throat.
He had shook Potter awake immediately and the two of them began attempting to remove the collar. It became obvious very quickly that Severus had been stripped of his wand and every time Potter tried his own to remove the heavy metal ring, it merely tightened around Severus’ throat to the point of choking off his airways. As soon as Harry gasped in fear and pulled his wand away, the collar once again loosened and allowed Severus to breathe. Now, it only tightened whenever Severus spoke harshly to his unwilling companion.
When they had given up their futile attempts at removing the collar, they looked around and took in the unfamiliar surroundings. They had been left in a field with only the clothes on their backs, Potter’s wand, and a sack of gold coins. Neither had the slightest notion of how they got there, their last memories were of crawling into their own beds for a normal Friday night’s sleep.
Severus had spotted smoke on the horizon and suggested they check it out. Perhaps it was a house of someone who could assist them, or at least explain where they were.
When they stood up, Severus had spotted a small chain on the ground next to where he had laid, but thought nothing of if. He only got a couple of steps, however, before the collar once again tightened around his throat. He gasped loudly and fell to his knees, his fingers clawing at the cold metal cutting off his lungs from the precious cool morning air.
“What’s wrong?” Harry said, rushing to Severus’ side. “Why did it tighten now? We didn’t do anything.”
He looked around worriedly as Severus began turning blue. He spotted the chain and peered closely at it. It had a clasp on the end for connecting it to something. He looked back at the collar around Severus throat and spotted a small ring on it.
“You don’t suppose…?” Harry picked up the end of the chain and with a nervous hand, clipped it into place on the collar.
Severus had gasped as the metal loosened and air rushed into his chest. “Bloody hell!” he growled. “A slave collar!”
“A what?!” Harry asked incredulously.
Chest still heaving, Severus lifted his dark eyes to Harry’s and said, “A slave collar, Mr. Potter. They were widely used in the early 19th Century by wizards on their personal slaves.”
“So… What does that mean?”
Severus growled. “It means, you imbecile-“ he gasped as the collar tightened again. He desperately gulped down air until his pathways were once again clear. This time when he spoke, it was in a much softer tone. “It means that ‘someone’ has decided to make me your slave for the time being.”
He watched as Harry had tried unsuccessfully to stifle his snickers. “Don’t get too comfortable with the idea, Potter,” he growled before his voice was once again cut off, which led Harry to an all out laugh.
“Guess you won’t be yelling ‘POTTER’ for a while,” he snickered.
That had been twenty minutes before. Since then, they had begun their trek towards the cloud of smoke, Harry cheerfully leading a very disgruntled Potions Master by the supplied leash. Due to the uncomfortable, ill-fitted sandals, Severus had a difficult time keeping up with Harry’s quick stride and had stumbled several times. Each time he stumbled, Harry inadvertently pulled the chain. The last three times the chain had pulled him completely off balanced and he crashed to the ground, where he growled Harry’s name until the collar choked him.
“Jesus, Snape!” Harry snarled angrily as he stood watching Severus on his knees gasping for air. “Would stop doing that already! If I’m going too fast for you, just tell me to slow down and STOP yelling at me! You’re going to kill yourself on that bloody collar!”
“I didn’t know you cared,” Severus said snidely once he could breathe again. The collar tightened slightly, though not enough to cut off his air.
“I don’t, but how the hell am I supposed to get out of here with dragging your sorry arse?!” He reached out a hand to help Severus to his feet, but was ignored.
“Don’t Po… Master,” Severus growled the word. “A Master doesn’t help his slave.”
“What does it matter? I’m not really your master, just because you’re wearing a slave collar,” Harry said in confusion.
“It matters, Master, because we don’t know where we are or why. It is quite possible that we will have to follow through with this ruse, at least until we learn more about our situation.” Severus picked himself up and dusted off his clothes.
“But I don’t know how to be someone’s ‘Master’,” Harry whined.
“Well, you can start by not whining!” Severus suggested firmly. Again, the collar tightened its grip, but didn’t entirely restrict his breathing. “Just keep in mind that YOU are in charge in EVERYTHING. You’re slave does nothing without your permission. Just think of it as taking your Dogfather out for a walk,” he said with a smirk that earned him a strong restriction around his throat.
“Oh, ha ha!” Harry glared as Severus choked.
“Really, Master,” Severus said when he was able to draw a full breath. “Having a personal slave is like owning a pet. I do nothing without your permission and I stay at your side at all times.”
They resumed their walk as Severus continued to explain. “There are variations on the type of personal slaves one might keep. For instance, there’s Personal Protection Slaves. They were kept, and usually controlled with mind control spells, as bodyguards. Typically, they had some magic to aid in protecting their Master from other magic users.
“There were also Man Servants, which were little more than glorified butlers. They were generally Muggles or squibs which were easier to control. I’m assuming that’s to be my role as I’m certainly not built for protection.” He glared as Harry snickered in agreement. “Just don’t get too comfortable with the role. Keep in mind that I will still be your teacher when we return home.”
Harry just continued to snicker. “Okay, so basically I get to order you around,” he said gleefully.
“Potter,” Severus said seriously, grabbing Harry’s arm and forcing him to face him. He gasped as the ring shrunk rapidly. He immediately let go of Harry’s arm and stumbled. He would have fallen had Harry not caught him by the arms and held him up. Severus felt his eyes water as he tried desperately to breathe.
“Professor!” Harry watched in horror as the color drained from Severus’ already pale face. He quickly lowered Severus to the ground and began rubbing soothing circles on his back. He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding when Severus suddenly gasped fully.
Harry took several deep breaths as Severus’ own breathing leveled out. He continued to rub the older man’s back and spoke soft, nonsensical words of comfort until Severus weakly pushed him away and sat up.
“Look, Master,” Severus said softly, his voice rough from pain. “This isn’t a game. I strongly suspect Voldemort’s hand in this. We have to follow our roles precisely until we know exactly what’s going on.”
“I understand, Professor,” Harry whispered as he continued to watch his teacher with concern. Until now, Harry had forced himself not to think about how or why this had happened. He had desperately hoped to discover that it was just some sick joke or a bizarre dream.
“You mustn’t call me Professor, either. Call me slave or Severus when you have to address me at all, otherwise, ignore me completely.”
Severus stayed sitting for several minutes, collecting his wits as well as his breath. When he was sure he could stand, he nodded at Harry. He shook his head when Harry instinctively reached out to help him, and got slowly to his feet. He swayed unsteadily for a moment, then began walking slowly.
“Stay in front of me,” he told Harry quietly. “A slave should always be at least 2 steps behind his master.”
Harry looked at him reluctantly, then nodded and stepped ahead. Severus dropped his head and stared at the ground as he walked, assuming the submissive role he was so obviously meant to have in this game the Dark Lord had set for them.
They continued to walk in silence for nearly an hour, each lost in their own thoughts on their situation. As they reached the top of a hill, Severus lifted his head and regretted it immediately.
“Bloody hell,” he whispered to himself. Harry heard him and turned questioning eyes to him.
In the valley below lay a small dusty town that Harry failed to recognized, but it was obvious that Severus did.
“Where are we?” he asked, looking back at the little village that looked like nothing more than an average rural town.
“Hogsmeade,” Severus stated without emotion.
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TITLE: Hogsmeade, Circa 1826
AUTHOR: Taran
PAIRING: HP/SS
RATING: NC-17
WARNINGS: May contain spoilers for books 1-6, but probably not. Also, be forewarned that this is AU and should be read as such. This will not be one of my more fluffy stories, nor will be as dark as some, but there will be plenty of angst for our boys. You all know how much I love to torment my poor, lovable Sev! :D
MORE WARNINGS: This story revolves around a slave/master relationship between a man and a teen (who is over the age of consent). If this bothers you, or is simply not your cup of tea, then stop reading now. If you feel I’ve made an error in s/m etiquette, let me know, as there is plenty that I don’t know and/or remember about it.
FEEDBACK: Yes Please!!! taran_swann@yahoo.ca
DISCLAIMER: *sigh* Not mine. Some nasty, ugly, brilliant woman by the name of J.K. Rowling owns the whole Harry Potter universe. I'm just borrowing for a while, and then I'll send it all back the way I found it… only slightly worn.
SUMMARY: Harry Potter and Severus Snape find themselves in Old Hogsmeade, where slave trading is a way of life.
BETA: Um, well… you see… Ok! It’s not beta’d yet, but I’m sure I’ll find a victim… er, slave… er… someone to do it eventually!
ARCHIVING: Anywhere is fine, just please let me know.
~*~*~
“Hogsmeade Circa 1826” by Taran
“POTTER!” Severus Snape yelled for the third time in as many minutes before his voice was effectively cut off.
He had awoken not more than half an hour before, cold and shivering, wearing nothing more than light trousers, a thin cotton tunic and well-worn sandals. Next to him lay none other than the Boy Who Lived. Potter had been dressed in thick black trousers, a warm woolen shirt, an old-fashioned traveling cloak and new-looking heavy boots, much to Severus’ chagrin.
When he had moved his head to get a look at their surroundings, he had found the coldness around his neck to not only be from the chill of his lack of clothing, but also from a band of metal around his throat.
He had shook Potter awake immediately and the two of them began attempting to remove the collar. It became obvious very quickly that Severus had been stripped of his wand and every time Potter tried his own to remove the heavy metal ring, it merely tightened around Severus’ throat to the point of choking off his airways. As soon as Harry gasped in fear and pulled his wand away, the collar once again loosened and allowed Severus to breathe. Now, it only tightened whenever Severus spoke harshly to his unwilling companion.
When they had given up their futile attempts at removing the collar, they looked around and took in the unfamiliar surroundings. They had been left in a field with only the clothes on their backs, Potter’s wand, and a sack of gold coins. Neither had the slightest notion of how they got there, their last memories were of crawling into their own beds for a normal Friday night’s sleep.
Severus had spotted smoke on the horizon and suggested they check it out. Perhaps it was a house of someone who could assist them, or at least explain where they were.
When they stood up, Severus had spotted a small chain on the ground next to where he had laid, but thought nothing of if. He only got a couple of steps, however, before the collar once again tightened around his throat. He gasped loudly and fell to his knees, his fingers clawing at the cold metal cutting off his lungs from the precious cool morning air.
“What’s wrong?” Harry said, rushing to Severus’ side. “Why did it tighten now? We didn’t do anything.”
He looked around worriedly as Severus began turning blue. He spotted the chain and peered closely at it. It had a clasp on the end for connecting it to something. He looked back at the collar around Severus throat and spotted a small ring on it.
“You don’t suppose…?” Harry picked up the end of the chain and with a nervous hand, clipped it into place on the collar.
Severus had gasped as the metal loosened and air rushed into his chest. “Bloody hell!” he growled. “A slave collar!”
“A what?!” Harry asked incredulously.
Chest still heaving, Severus lifted his dark eyes to Harry’s and said, “A slave collar, Mr. Potter. They were widely used in the early 19th Century by wizards on their personal slaves.”
“So… What does that mean?”
Severus growled. “It means, you imbecile-“ he gasped as the collar tightened again. He desperately gulped down air until his pathways were once again clear. This time when he spoke, it was in a much softer tone. “It means that ‘someone’ has decided to make me your slave for the time being.”
He watched as Harry had tried unsuccessfully to stifle his snickers. “Don’t get too comfortable with the idea, Potter,” he growled before his voice was once again cut off, which led Harry to an all out laugh.
“Guess you won’t be yelling ‘POTTER’ for a while,” he snickered.
That had been twenty minutes before. Since then, they had begun their trek towards the cloud of smoke, Harry cheerfully leading a very disgruntled Potions Master by the supplied leash. Due to the uncomfortable, ill-fitted sandals, Severus had a difficult time keeping up with Harry’s quick stride and had stumbled several times. Each time he stumbled, Harry inadvertently pulled the chain. The last three times the chain had pulled him completely off balanced and he crashed to the ground, where he growled Harry’s name until the collar choked him.
“Jesus, Snape!” Harry snarled angrily as he stood watching Severus on his knees gasping for air. “Would stop doing that already! If I’m going too fast for you, just tell me to slow down and STOP yelling at me! You’re going to kill yourself on that bloody collar!”
“I didn’t know you cared,” Severus said snidely once he could breathe again. The collar tightened slightly, though not enough to cut off his air.
“I don’t, but how the hell am I supposed to get out of here with dragging your sorry arse?!” He reached out a hand to help Severus to his feet, but was ignored.
“Don’t Po… Master,” Severus growled the word. “A Master doesn’t help his slave.”
“What does it matter? I’m not really your master, just because you’re wearing a slave collar,” Harry said in confusion.
“It matters, Master, because we don’t know where we are or why. It is quite possible that we will have to follow through with this ruse, at least until we learn more about our situation.” Severus picked himself up and dusted off his clothes.
“But I don’t know how to be someone’s ‘Master’,” Harry whined.
“Well, you can start by not whining!” Severus suggested firmly. Again, the collar tightened its grip, but didn’t entirely restrict his breathing. “Just keep in mind that YOU are in charge in EVERYTHING. You’re slave does nothing without your permission. Just think of it as taking your Dogfather out for a walk,” he said with a smirk that earned him a strong restriction around his throat.
“Oh, ha ha!” Harry glared as Severus choked.
“Really, Master,” Severus said when he was able to draw a full breath. “Having a personal slave is like owning a pet. I do nothing without your permission and I stay at your side at all times.”
They resumed their walk as Severus continued to explain. “There are variations on the type of personal slaves one might keep. For instance, there’s Personal Protection Slaves. They were kept, and usually controlled with mind control spells, as bodyguards. Typically, they had some magic to aid in protecting their Master from other magic users.
“There were also Man Servants, which were little more than glorified butlers. They were generally Muggles or squibs which were easier to control. I’m assuming that’s to be my role as I’m certainly not built for protection.” He glared as Harry snickered in agreement. “Just don’t get too comfortable with the role. Keep in mind that I will still be your teacher when we return home.”
Harry just continued to snicker. “Okay, so basically I get to order you around,” he said gleefully.
“Potter,” Severus said seriously, grabbing Harry’s arm and forcing him to face him. He gasped as the ring shrunk rapidly. He immediately let go of Harry’s arm and stumbled. He would have fallen had Harry not caught him by the arms and held him up. Severus felt his eyes water as he tried desperately to breathe.
“Professor!” Harry watched in horror as the color drained from Severus’ already pale face. He quickly lowered Severus to the ground and began rubbing soothing circles on his back. He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding when Severus suddenly gasped fully.
Harry took several deep breaths as Severus’ own breathing leveled out. He continued to rub the older man’s back and spoke soft, nonsensical words of comfort until Severus weakly pushed him away and sat up.
“Look, Master,” Severus said softly, his voice rough from pain. “This isn’t a game. I strongly suspect Voldemort’s hand in this. We have to follow our roles precisely until we know exactly what’s going on.”
“I understand, Professor,” Harry whispered as he continued to watch his teacher with concern. Until now, Harry had forced himself not to think about how or why this had happened. He had desperately hoped to discover that it was just some sick joke or a bizarre dream.
“You mustn’t call me Professor, either. Call me slave or Severus when you have to address me at all, otherwise, ignore me completely.”
Severus stayed sitting for several minutes, collecting his wits as well as his breath. When he was sure he could stand, he nodded at Harry. He shook his head when Harry instinctively reached out to help him, and got slowly to his feet. He swayed unsteadily for a moment, then began walking slowly.
“Stay in front of me,” he told Harry quietly. “A slave should always be at least 2 steps behind his master.”
Harry looked at him reluctantly, then nodded and stepped ahead. Severus dropped his head and stared at the ground as he walked, assuming the submissive role he was so obviously meant to have in this game the Dark Lord had set for them.
They continued to walk in silence for nearly an hour, each lost in their own thoughts on their situation. As they reached the top of a hill, Severus lifted his head and regretted it immediately.
“Bloody hell,” he whispered to himself. Harry heard him and turned questioning eyes to him.
In the valley below lay a small dusty town that Harry failed to recognized, but it was obvious that Severus did.
“Where are we?” he asked, looking back at the little village that looked like nothing more than an average rural town.
“Hogsmeade,” Severus stated without emotion.
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