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Run to Me	By : Cardinal Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 3076 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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OOC: This story was originally posted in 2005 on The Silver Snitch, and then updated in subsequent years on AFF. I'm picking it up one more time, to rewrite it a little, and finally finish it. I hope you enjoy.
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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. Things had been even darker than usual this summer at Privet Drive. Petunia had taken a day job since Dudley spent most of his time away at boarding school, which meant Harry was left home alone with 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 Dursley. The Boy Who Lived walked down the stairs feeling the weight of his uncle’s stare burning a hole through his chest.

When Harry came in reaching distance from 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 rough 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. He pinned Harry up against the wall, grinding his erection against him. “They keep sending you back here for ‘protection,’ right? What would you do without this home?”

Harry whimpered, his eyes darting frantically around as he looked for a route of escape. Years of previous warnings about Voldemort’s power echoed in his brain. The safety that Privet Drive offered him had been flung at him time after time. Someone, help! his mind screamed frantically.

Nothing answered his 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 wizard’s hips as he ground his erection further into the Boy Who Lived.

Harry cringed and felt his mind and soul retreat into a dark and secluded place deep inside of himself.

Dursley hastily unbuckled his belt and yanked Harry’s pants down around his ankles.

Vernon stroked Harry's member into full hardness while stroking himself, feeling closer to his peak at the sight of the young and broken teenager before him.

Feeling that he couldn’t last much longer, he took Harry’s slim legs and placed them over his shoulders. Popping one chubby finger into his mouth, Dursley lubricated Harry's puckered opening 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, Dursley’s seed filled his nephew as he gave a large grunt and collapsed, not moving except to keep pumping the younger man’s cock with his hand, only stopping when Harry had spilled his seed. “I knew you liked it,” Dursley grunted.

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Harry shook with anger and exhaustion as he pulled on clean clothes and put his wizard robes on. He had only one thought on his mind - 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 die than stay.

The first time Dursley had touched him, Harry had convinced himself that it was only because of his uncle’s drunken state, but it had started happening more frequently, whenever Petunia left the house.

The Boy Who Lived took out his wand and rubbed his fingers over the polished wood that had protected him so many times in the past. 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 collapse on the couch and not move until he was ready for more.

“Lumos.” Harry muttered tiredly when he reached the curb, not even blinking when a large purple bus skidded to a halt in front of him with a ‘bang’ loud enough to wake the dead. 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 hell because it offers "protection.”

“Where to?” the bus driver asked when Harry had boarded the bus.

“The Leaky Cauldron,” Harry answered, placing seven silver sickles into the man’s outstretched hand.

Harry took one last look at Number 4 Privet Drive because he had no intentions of ever returning.

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“No. Absolutely not, Albus.”

“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 cannot 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, 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 performed major magic.

“Hello, Harry!” Tom said with his snaggle-toothed grin at his place behind the counter. “Here alone?”

“Yes, it’s just me,” 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.

The snowy bird fluttered in and began nipping at Harry’s ear.

“I missed you, too,” he smiled.

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“He’s here?” 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,” 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, he was sure.

“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 do you think you are doing? Do you know how dangerous it is leaving your residence at Number 4 Privet 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. “Explain yourself.”

“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 Vernon Dursley and he refused to cry in front of the bastard.

Severus continued to study the boy 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 fidgeting with 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 moonlight 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, fingerprints around Harry's neck, and bruises across his cheekbones. Grabbing Harry’s arm, he pushed back a sleeve allowing him to see more bruising and fingerprints.

“How did you get these?” Snape swept a hand, gesturing to Harry’s entire body.

“I-I … fell?” Harry finished rather stupidly, causing Snape to narrow his eyes once again.

“Hm, doubtful. Try again.” Snape spat angrily, not sure whom he was angrier at - Potter, for being Potter, or Dumbledore for not knowing what was going on at Privet Drive.

Harry jerked his arm back from Snape’s possession and rolled the sleeve back down.

“It doesn’t matter,” he said tersely.

Severus conceded 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 there?”

Severus was slightly disarmed by the boy’s reaction, although nothing showed on his impassive face. “Not to your home, imbecile, mine.”

“Oh,” Harry said, taking deep breaths and telling himself to get a grip. Even Snape’s house had to be better than Dursley's.

Snape stood quietly by the door as Harry re-shrunk the very trunk and broom he’d just unpacked. 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.

Snape motioned for Harry as they left The Leaky Cauldron. “Have you learned to apparate yet?”

“No.”

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. This 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 disappeared and reappeared 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 Snape with the older man’s arm wrapped around his waist for a few moments before both realized what they were doing.

The two locked eyes and then jumped apart. Snape adjusted his robes and then dusted them off as if Harry had contaminated them. Harry coughed into the awkward silence.

Snape 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 doorknob with your wand,” Snape said.

Harry eyed the doorknob for a moment before taking his wand and tapping it against the polished brass. After a moment the whole house flashed a brilliant green before going back to its original state.

“The house wards have accepted you,” Snape 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 and tile floors that were polished so smooth they gleamed like glass.

“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 wizards 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 to say.

"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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