Rescue Me | By : Cardinal Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 30447 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
Disclaimer: Hey!!! I own NOTHING :) And I am making absolutely NO profit off of this story! JK Rowling and Warning Bros. own it all and I'm just borrowing the characters and setting for a bit of fun and promise to return all when I'm finished playing :)
Author's Note: For those weak at heart, or those who are touchy upon the subject of rape, you are warned. The first section after the ~-~ is a rape scene. If you do not want to read it please skip down to the second ~-~ and begin reading!
Also, this story is also posted at another fanfiction website, you may recognize it from there :) I wrote it ages ago, but wanted to share it again.
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“Get down here, Boy!” Uncle Vernon yelled up the stairway that led to Dudley’s old bedroom.
A downtrodden Harry Potter appeared at the top of them, looking warily down at his uncle, “Yes, Uncle Vernon?” He answered dutifully.
“Come.”
Harry shivered, that single word alone had so many different meanings to the twisted mind of Vernon Dursely. The Boy Who Lived walked down the stairs feeling the weight of his uncle’s stare burning a whole through his chest.
When Harry came in reaching distance of the beefy man Vernon grabbed the front of Harry’s shirt and pulled the boy to him harshly, covering the younger man’s lips with his own in a lust filled kiss.
Harry struggled, as he had many times before, away from the kiss, “No!”
“Don’t try to get away, Boy.” Vernon said in a husky voice, telling Harry of the man’s overwhelming lust. The large man pinned Harry up against the wall, grinding his erection against Harry.
Harry whimpered, his eyes darting frantically around as he looked for a route of escape. Help! Someone! His mind screamed frantically. Where was his stupid wandless magic now? How come he simply couldn’t blow the man in front of him away?
However, nothing answered the young man’s silent pleas for help. Uncle Vernon’s hands were everywhere on the youthful body pinned against him. Teasing, pinching, twisting. With a possessive growl Vernon threw Harry down to the ground, and straddled the youthful hips as he ground his erection further into the Boy Who Lived.
The wizard cringed and felt his mind and soul retreat into a dark and secluded place deep inside of himself.
Vernon took the boy’s silence as submission as he hastily unbuckled the young man’s belt and yanked Harry’s pants down around his ankles.
The large man’s breathing became even more labored when he finally rid Harry of his shirt and yanked his boxers down, freeing the youthful member below.
Vernon stroked Harry's member into full hardness while he stroked himself, feeling himself coming closer to his peak at the sight of the young and broken teenager before him.
Feeling that he couldn’t last much longer, the beefy man took Harry’s slim legs and placed them over his shoulders. Popping one chubby finger into his mouth, Dursley lubricated Harry's puckered opening with his own spit before thrusting roughly into the tight entrance, groaning at the waves of pleasure that washed over him. Disregarding Harry’s cries of agony the man kept the pace hard and rough.
Finally Vernon’s seed filled his nephew as he gave a large grunt and collapsed, not moving accept to keep pumping the younger man’s cock with his hand, only stopping with Harry had spilt his own seed into his uncle’s hand.
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Harry shook with anger and with exhaustion as he pulled on clean clothes and put his wizard robes on. The young man had only one thought on his mind and that was escape. He'd stayed at the Dursley's home because of the protection from Voldemort that it offered, but at this point he'd rather face the Dark Lord himself.
The Boy Who Lived took out his wand and rubbed his fingers over the polished wood that had protected him so many times yet failed each time Uncle Vernon raped him.
Shrinking his trunk and broom Harry slid them into the pockets of his robes and then opened the door, not bothering to quiet his steps as he went. Harry knew from experience that once Uncle Vernon was “finished” with him he would go collapse on the couch and not move until he was “ready for more”.
“Lumos.” Harry muttered tiredly when he reached the curb, not evening blinking when a large purple bus skidded to a halt in front of him with a large bang. If he had known running away would be so easy he would have tried it before. 'Wait, I have, and was sent right back to this hellhole because it offers "protection". Protection from what?!'
“’Ere to?” The bus driver asked when Harry had boarded the bus.
“The Leaky Cauldron.” Harry answered placing seven silver sickles into the man’s greedy hand.
Harry took one last look at Number 4 Private Drive because he had no intentions of ever returning.
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“No, Albus, I will not hunt down some seventeen year old wizard that's crying wolf once again and only wants a bit of attention because he doesn't have a fanbase located at his Aunt and Uncle's house!” Snape said defiantly to the Headmaster who was giving him ‘that look’.
“Come now, Severus.” Dumbledore said reasonably, “What happens if one of Voldemort’s Death Eaters finds Harry before we do? You and I both know that that can not happen. You must find him, Severus, and look after him until the start of the school year.”
The Potions Master growled low in his throat but the words of the prophecy rang in his ears. If he didn’t get to the boy first the Death Eaters might and if Harry Potter was killed then no one would be able to defeat the Dark Lord.
“Fine, I’ll go find him.” Snape finally said before leaving the Headmaster’s office with his usual display of billowing robes.
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“Leaky Cauldron.”
Harry’s head snapped up when the bus came to another lurching stop before the small run down looking pub. The Gryffindor almost smiled with memories of running away to this very place when he was thirteen. Now, however, it wouldn’t be long before he would be seventeen and so he highly doubted that one of the Ministry officials would come after him. Besides he hadn’t preformed major magic.
“Hello Harry!” Tom said with his snaggle-toothed grin at his place behind the counter. “Here alone?”
“Yes, I figured that I would just stay here until the beginning of the school term.” Harry said, placing a few galleons down on the counter.
Tom smiled, “You’ll be in room number eleven.”
“Thank you, Tom.” Harry said politely, walking behind the counter and up the staircase.
After moving into his room Harry took his trunk and broom out of his pocket and charmed them back to their original size. The Gryffindor moved over to the window where he heard a tap and smiled to see a familiar white owl waiting to be let in.
Harry had decided at the end of his fifth year that it was better for Hedwig to stay in the Hogwarts Owlery where she could fly and hunt all she wanted.
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“You wanted to see me?” Severus said upon entering The Leaky Cauldron and moving up to the counter where Tom was waiting.
“Yes, Mr. Harry Potter arrived not long ago by himself. I was thinking that it didn’t serve right for the Boy Who Lived to be out alone with the way the world is.” Tom said, worry for Harry showing in his old blue eyes.
Severus sneered, how did Potter manage to get everyone in the world on his side? He was nothing but a bloody teenager seeking attention. “Room number?”
“Eleven.”
The Potions Master nodded his thanks and made his way up the staircase, coming to a halt in front of the door that had a slightly lopsided 11 painted on the front.
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Harry jumped when he heard a knock at his door. Perhaps it was just Tom wanting something? Harry opened the door and to his dismay and shock found himself staring into the dark menacing eyes of Severus Snape.
“Potter, what in the name of Merlin do you think you are doing? Do you know how dangerous it is leaving your residence at Number 4 Private Drive?!” Snape spat at his student, causing Harry to take an involuntary step back into the room, allowing Severus to enter and close the door.
“It was just as dangerous to stay.” Harry said very softly, finding it hard to speak around the lump in his throat.
Snape’s eyes narrowed for a moment as he tried to comprehend what the boy was saying, “Explain yourself?” Why on earth would Potter have a reason to think that being at his Aunt and Uncle’s was dangerous? They probably spoiled him senselesss.
“I-I .. can’t.” Harry said, starting to feel tears prickle the back of his eyes. There was no way in hell that Harry was going to tell Snape about how Uncle Vernon sexually punished Harry and he refused to cry in front of the bastard.
Snape continued to study the boy, no, young man in front of him. Something wasn’t right. First, Harry lacked that normal Gryffindor arrogance that usually caused bile to rise in the back of Severus's throat. Secondly, Potter kept tugging at the sleeves of his robe.
The Potions Master stepped towards his student and put a long finger under the younger man’s chin, lifting Harry’s head so that he could study the face of The Boy Who Lived. When Harry’s face was turned up to meet that of Severus Snape’s the Potions Master hissed from what the moon light showed him.
“Lumos.” Severus said looking at two lamps on the wall. The lamps instantly came to life, lighting the room with a soft warm light. The light allowed Severus to see what he had missed upon entering the room. A swollen eye, finger prints around Harry's neck, bruises across his cheek bones, and taking a hold of his arm and pushing back a sleeve allowed Severus to see a multitude of scars and bruises.
Severus took in the slumped way that Harry stood, not that the Gryffindor had ever had outstanding posture to begin with. But something was off, "Why are you standing funny?"
“I-I … fell?” Harry finished rather stupidly causing Snape to narrow his eyes once again.
“You may be many things but clumsy is not one of them. Try again.” Snape spat angrily, not sure whom he was angrier at. Harry, for being Harry, or Dumbledore for not knowing what was going on. Senile old man.
Harry jerked his arm back from Snape’s possession and rolled the sleeve back down, “It doesn’t matter.” He said tersely.
Snape sighed, having to concede to the fact that he was getting no more information out of Potter tonight. "Shrink your things, if you're capable," the Potions Master sneered, "I'm taking you home.”
A sudden change came over Harry at the mention of ‘home’. His emerald eyes became large as he almost panicked, “You’re making me go back?”
Severus, disarmed by the younger man’s reaction, momentarily lost his Death Eater look, “Not to your home, stupid, mine.”
“Oh.” Harry said, taking deep breaths and telling himself to get a grip. Even the Death Eater's house had to be better than Dursley.
As Severus watched, the Boy Who Lived packed his things, onyx eyes taking in the way Harry's hands trembled as he closed the lid on his trunk, and held up a trembling wand to shrink everything. Once it was done Harry tucked his things into his pocket and then turned back, disturbed at how closely Snape had been watching him.
“I’m ready.” Harry said softly, breaking into the Potion Master’s thoughts.
Severus calmly strolled from the room, Harry following slowly behind. “Come here.” Severus motioned as they left The Leaky Cauldron. “Have you learned to apparate yet?”
“No.” Harry said, like how in heck would he get the Dursley’s to let him go for a few weeks and return with the power to ‘pop’ in and out as he wished?
The Death Eater sighed and wrapped an arm around Harry’s waist, surprised at how skinny the boy was, and then again surprised at how well his body liked having the Boy Who Lived pressed up against it. I need sleep. At this point Minerva in a dominatrix outfit would be appealing.
Harry blushed and ducked his head so that his Professor wouldn’t see the way his cheeks flushed at being so close to the Potions Master. Here Harry had thought that he hated anything to do with ‘pressing’ up against someone, but it wasn’t the same as when Uncle Vernon pushed him up against a wall and ground up against him. No, this was a safe and warm feeling, and .. most disturbing! I've had one too many run-ins with the Dementors, my brain is warped.
With a blink and an odd pulling sensation the two wizards appeared outside of a very Victorian house that was seen only by the light of the moon. Harry looked around and noted (happily) that the house was practically in the middle of nowhere.
The two men stood in their positions, Harry pressed up against Severus with the older man’s arm wrapped around his waist for a few moments before both realized what they were doing.
After Harry and Severus had jumped apart Severus motioned for Harry to follow him. Harry followed the Death Eater, turned Spy, up a long and winding graveled path that led to the front door of the house. “Tap the door knob with your wand.”
Harry eyed Severus for a moment before taking his wand and tapping it against the polished door knob. After a moment the whole house flashed a brilliant green before going back to its original state. “Now the house wards have accepted you inside.” Severus explained, opening the door and motioning for Harry to move inside.
The Boy Who Lived did as instructed and moved into a grand foyer that hosted a large chandelier, hard wood floors, and plush rugs. “Your room will be up the left staircase and two doors down, on the left. My room is on the right staircase, and two doors down on the right. If you need me you can simply walk across the bridge that connects the two halls.” Severus said as Harry began walking towards the staircases in awe.
The two men stared at each other, both wandering just exactly how awkward this summer would be.
"Er, well, thanks for ..bringing me here and everything." Harry finally managed.
"Thank Dumbledore." Snape sneered before turning and walking up his staircase.
Ah, at least things are somewhat normal now. Harry thought as he trudged up his staircase.
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