The Rules of Life
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
Views:
45,535
Reviews:
165
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2
Currently Reading:
3
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Chapter 10
Title: The Rules of Life
Summary: There was no Harry Potter at the Dursley’s when Dumbledore sent Hagrid to fetch him in first year. Where in the world is Harry Potter? This fic is SNARRY slash, Snape!Dom, Harry!sub.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter or any of the other familiar characters. Harry Potter and this magical world belong to JK Rowling and her publishers. No money made from this.
Warnings: This fic is Snarry slash, which means two men in a sexual relationship – specifically, Harry and Snape. This fic also contains BDSM elements with Snape as the Dominant partner and Harry as the submissive. If you don’t know what this means then please don’t read the fic – you won’t understand most of what happens. The fic starts out before Hogwarts and contains elements of chan (just mentioning of it), dub-con and non-con (rape). Don’t read if you don’t like!!
tsujton: Thank you for your input. I really meant no insult to the Chinese or any Asian culture. I was in China myself three years ago and can honestly say that I butchered some of the names :) It’s a difficult language to learn if you did not grow up with it but I meant no disrespect to anyone.
Everyone, please forgive me if you took offense at the part where I said the announcer is not even going to attempt the name of the school in China. It was actually based on my own experience. I’m really sorry!!
LadyIvy: If you think the way I think, and if it is bad, then you are most probably correct… You’ll find out in the next chapter or so…
The summer holiday will again be separated in two chapters as RL is interfering again and I can’t manage more than a couple thousand words a day.
He fell asleep on the couch, one of his Master’s robes clutched in his hands and did not even wake when strong arms lifted him and placed him on his bed. He did not wake when long fingers pushed back his fringe and traced the shape of his scar on his forehead.
Harry was fast asleep, the memory of strong arms around him accompanying him into dreamland and keeping the nightmares at bay.
Chapter 10
Severus looked down at the sleeping boy with a strange mixture of emotions running through him.
He was proud of Harry’s accomplishments during the tournament and even more proud that the boy started listening to him. That Harry came directly to their quarters when the werewolf attacked soothed Severus’ nerves as nothing else could.
The night held surprises and long kept secrets that Severus wished he did not know now. The Granger girl had kept them in Albus’s office until late that night and even now, Severus did not know everything that transpired. That the girl could not save the beast Hagrid called Buckbeak came as no surprise – she was only a third year after all, and alone – but that she managed to save Black’s worthless hide was something that grated on Severus.
It did not matter if Black was innocent or not, Severus did not like the man and nothing anyone could say would change his mind.
Albus, in all his misguided wisdom, decided it would be good for the two Marauders if they stayed at the castle for the summer holidays. Severus knew it could only spell disaster.
Severus would keep Harry close, ensuring that the boy did not get into any unnecessary scrapes. There was no doubt in his mind that both the werewolf and the dog would smell James and Lily’s scents on the boy but as the boy spent most of his time with Severus and potions, he doubted they would be able to ascertain what the smell was.
Black spent more than a decade in Azkaban and was certainly a bit unhinged. There was no telling what the man would do when he found out that his beloved Harry Potter lived with the ‘nasty, greasy git’.
Pulling the blanket up to Harry’s chin, Severus lightly traced a finger down Harry’s chin before abruptly snatching his hand back and scowling at the brat before leaving the room.
*----------------------------------------------------------------------*
One week into the summer holidays, Severus was at his wits end. On principle, Severus told Harry that his godfather was innocent, and, should Harry come across him in the hallways or so, not to fear him and just act as if nothing was wrong.
Dumbledore of course disagreed with Severus’s decision to tell his wayward charge the truth but as the headmaster still denied Harry’s true identity, Severus paid him no mind. He also pointed out to the old fool that if Harry was not privy to the truth, then he could expose Sirius's presence here at the castle. The headmaster had no choice but to agree with Severus's logic.
Now, Severus wondered if he should have told Harry anything, was the truth too much for the boy?
The boy began withdrawing from him and Severus found Harry staring lost into space on various occasions. It worried Severus that when he neared Harry and reached out to touch the boy, he would flinch back violently before apologizing profusely.
What concerned him the most though, was Harry’s insistence on calling him ‘Master’ again. No amount of coaxing or orders could get the boy to call him Professor or ‘sir’.
With the students all at home for the summer holidays, Severus managed to persuade Albus to let the boy wander the castle as he wished. Harry was still under strict orders not to interact with anyone – staff included – and Severus debated on letting Blaise come to visit. Keeping Harry in isolation was not good for the boy and having a friend close by might bring the boy out of whatever depression he had fallen in.
A soft keening sound reached Severus’ ears and he made his way to Harry’s room where the boy slept.
The boy thrashed about on the bed but Severus could see that Harry was trying desperately to keep his movements to a minimum, even when an unknown attacker pinned him to the bed. There was no one in the room of course, but in Harry’s nightmare, someone was pinning him to the bed with his hands above his head and his legs bent in an unnatural angle.
Whimpering in distress, Harry tried to dislodge the person in his nightmare but on succeeded in eliciting some kind of angered response if the boy’s cry of pain was anything to go by.
Severus had seen this kind of behavior and nightmares before. He knew what caused them and knew that nothing could make them go away. The only thing to do was to create pleasant memories and experiences to look back on when the nightmares invaded.
Walking over to the restlessly sleeping boy, Severus called Harry’s name sharply. The boy stilled for a moment before curling in on himself.
Just as Severus reached out to shake the boy awake, Harry’s soft voice startled him.
“Sorry Master, so sorry.”
Severus softly asked what he was sorry for, but Harry did not answer.
Irritation warred with concern and Severus scowled down at the boy.
“Please… please uncle.”
Severus realized that the boy was still asleep and was talking to this unknown attacker, who Severus now realized was the boy’s uncle.
A sharp cry pierced the silence in the room and Severus jerked back a bit as Harry cringed and curled into himself.
“Sorry Master, yes Master, you are my Master, this boy does not deserve an uncle. Sorry… sorry… so sorry….”
The boy stilled again and the only indication of the boy’s distress was the way his eyes moved restlessly behind the closed eyelids.
Severus wasted no more time and sat down on the bed, pulling the boy up against his chest.
Harry started flailing around wildly but Severus kept a strong hold on him. Harry’s nails scratched at Severus’s arms and would leave raw marks but Severus did not try to stop the boy. Any restraint on the boy’s arms would evoke more responses that are negative and Severus did not want to distress the boy any more than he already was.
Calmly talking to the boy, telling him about Hogwarts and what Severus’s usual day consisted of, slowly reduced the amount of whimpering and flailing arms and ten minutes after pulling Harry against him, the boy was again sleeping peacefully.
Severus settled the boy in the bed and put a monitoring charm on him, in case the nightmares returned.
Softly closing the door behind him, Severus wondered what could have evoked the nightmares and if he had just never noticed them before – which was very unlikely as far as he was concerned.
His main concern however, was the fact that Harry spoke during his nightmares. Severus’s theory was that Harry would be able to speak whenever he – or his friends – was in danger, that the boy had no problem speaking to this unknown attacker let Severus to believe that the boy felt he was in danger with this man.
In Severus’s experience, when a young child was beaten into submissiveness from a young age, they did not know or realize that they were in danger and Severus doubted Harry ever thought he was in danger while with Damen Nott. No, the boy might know it was not an ideal life to lead but Severus doubted he would feel he was in danger. Danger was the unknown, for a boy such as Harry, spreading his legs for a man, any man, was not an unknown and was part of his daily life. To Harry, unknown would be a new place, new people and no one to call Master. To Harry, Hogwarts was more of a danger than spending every night in Damen Nott’s bed.
Harry’s pleas and whimpering repeated themselves in Severus’s head and he could not shake the feeling that something was wrong, very wrong, and that Harry’s nightmares this night had nothing to do with the boy’s muggle uncle or Damen Nott.
The only thing that confused Severus and contradicted his theory was that the boy called his attacker ‘Master’. If ‘Master’ was part of the boy’s ‘known’ category, why then did he feel himself in danger? Why would his brain categorize this incident as dangerous and not any of his other nights with Nott or Dursley?
*------------------------------------------------------------*
Severus read the piece of paper through twice before looking up at the boy.
Fear such as he had never experience before gripped his heart and Severus took a deep calming breath before addressing the boy.
“Harry, why did you write this? Read over it carefully and tell me exactly what is wrong with these sentences, because if you don’t start explaining soon, I will have to take drastic measures, measures you will not find pleasant at all.”
If the boy refused to answer, he would force Severus to use Legillemency, something he swore to himself he would never use on the boy.
Harry took the parchment from him with a confused expression and slightly shaking hands.
The boy had just written it, but Severus wondered if the boy even knew what he just wrote, if he was even thinking before writing anything these days.
Would Master like some tea? This boy makes good tea. Would Master like this boy to make him feel good? This boy can make Master feel really good. Master told him so… or was that other Master? This boy does not know, this boy can’t remember. Master? What would Master like?
The boy’s ramblings made no sense to Severus but it stirred something in him, something that wanted to lash out at the world, at all the despicable people in the world that mistreated their charges, their children, their partners, their submissive, anyone…
It was clear to Severus that Harry’s brain was close to snapping, if it had not already. The boy was clearly having trouble discerning the ‘here and now’ from past experiences and it was causing emotions in Severus that he felt would be better left unstirred.
Harry looked up at him with a confused, lost expression and Severus dropped his head into his hands.
This was going to take more time and effort than Severus had, but for Harry, and only Harry, Severus would do it. Severus would take the time to work things out with the boy and help him, because no one else would and Severus would not trust anyone else to help the boy, to heal him.
End Chapter 10
Please review!! :)
Summary: There was no Harry Potter at the Dursley’s when Dumbledore sent Hagrid to fetch him in first year. Where in the world is Harry Potter? This fic is SNARRY slash, Snape!Dom, Harry!sub.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter or any of the other familiar characters. Harry Potter and this magical world belong to JK Rowling and her publishers. No money made from this.
Warnings: This fic is Snarry slash, which means two men in a sexual relationship – specifically, Harry and Snape. This fic also contains BDSM elements with Snape as the Dominant partner and Harry as the submissive. If you don’t know what this means then please don’t read the fic – you won’t understand most of what happens. The fic starts out before Hogwarts and contains elements of chan (just mentioning of it), dub-con and non-con (rape). Don’t read if you don’t like!!
tsujton: Thank you for your input. I really meant no insult to the Chinese or any Asian culture. I was in China myself three years ago and can honestly say that I butchered some of the names :) It’s a difficult language to learn if you did not grow up with it but I meant no disrespect to anyone.
Everyone, please forgive me if you took offense at the part where I said the announcer is not even going to attempt the name of the school in China. It was actually based on my own experience. I’m really sorry!!
LadyIvy: If you think the way I think, and if it is bad, then you are most probably correct… You’ll find out in the next chapter or so…
The summer holiday will again be separated in two chapters as RL is interfering again and I can’t manage more than a couple thousand words a day.
He fell asleep on the couch, one of his Master’s robes clutched in his hands and did not even wake when strong arms lifted him and placed him on his bed. He did not wake when long fingers pushed back his fringe and traced the shape of his scar on his forehead.
Harry was fast asleep, the memory of strong arms around him accompanying him into dreamland and keeping the nightmares at bay.
Chapter 10
Severus looked down at the sleeping boy with a strange mixture of emotions running through him.
He was proud of Harry’s accomplishments during the tournament and even more proud that the boy started listening to him. That Harry came directly to their quarters when the werewolf attacked soothed Severus’ nerves as nothing else could.
The night held surprises and long kept secrets that Severus wished he did not know now. The Granger girl had kept them in Albus’s office until late that night and even now, Severus did not know everything that transpired. That the girl could not save the beast Hagrid called Buckbeak came as no surprise – she was only a third year after all, and alone – but that she managed to save Black’s worthless hide was something that grated on Severus.
It did not matter if Black was innocent or not, Severus did not like the man and nothing anyone could say would change his mind.
Albus, in all his misguided wisdom, decided it would be good for the two Marauders if they stayed at the castle for the summer holidays. Severus knew it could only spell disaster.
Severus would keep Harry close, ensuring that the boy did not get into any unnecessary scrapes. There was no doubt in his mind that both the werewolf and the dog would smell James and Lily’s scents on the boy but as the boy spent most of his time with Severus and potions, he doubted they would be able to ascertain what the smell was.
Black spent more than a decade in Azkaban and was certainly a bit unhinged. There was no telling what the man would do when he found out that his beloved Harry Potter lived with the ‘nasty, greasy git’.
Pulling the blanket up to Harry’s chin, Severus lightly traced a finger down Harry’s chin before abruptly snatching his hand back and scowling at the brat before leaving the room.
*----------------------------------------------------------------------*
One week into the summer holidays, Severus was at his wits end. On principle, Severus told Harry that his godfather was innocent, and, should Harry come across him in the hallways or so, not to fear him and just act as if nothing was wrong.
Dumbledore of course disagreed with Severus’s decision to tell his wayward charge the truth but as the headmaster still denied Harry’s true identity, Severus paid him no mind. He also pointed out to the old fool that if Harry was not privy to the truth, then he could expose Sirius's presence here at the castle. The headmaster had no choice but to agree with Severus's logic.
Now, Severus wondered if he should have told Harry anything, was the truth too much for the boy?
The boy began withdrawing from him and Severus found Harry staring lost into space on various occasions. It worried Severus that when he neared Harry and reached out to touch the boy, he would flinch back violently before apologizing profusely.
What concerned him the most though, was Harry’s insistence on calling him ‘Master’ again. No amount of coaxing or orders could get the boy to call him Professor or ‘sir’.
With the students all at home for the summer holidays, Severus managed to persuade Albus to let the boy wander the castle as he wished. Harry was still under strict orders not to interact with anyone – staff included – and Severus debated on letting Blaise come to visit. Keeping Harry in isolation was not good for the boy and having a friend close by might bring the boy out of whatever depression he had fallen in.
A soft keening sound reached Severus’ ears and he made his way to Harry’s room where the boy slept.
The boy thrashed about on the bed but Severus could see that Harry was trying desperately to keep his movements to a minimum, even when an unknown attacker pinned him to the bed. There was no one in the room of course, but in Harry’s nightmare, someone was pinning him to the bed with his hands above his head and his legs bent in an unnatural angle.
Whimpering in distress, Harry tried to dislodge the person in his nightmare but on succeeded in eliciting some kind of angered response if the boy’s cry of pain was anything to go by.
Severus had seen this kind of behavior and nightmares before. He knew what caused them and knew that nothing could make them go away. The only thing to do was to create pleasant memories and experiences to look back on when the nightmares invaded.
Walking over to the restlessly sleeping boy, Severus called Harry’s name sharply. The boy stilled for a moment before curling in on himself.
Just as Severus reached out to shake the boy awake, Harry’s soft voice startled him.
“Sorry Master, so sorry.”
Severus softly asked what he was sorry for, but Harry did not answer.
Irritation warred with concern and Severus scowled down at the boy.
“Please… please uncle.”
Severus realized that the boy was still asleep and was talking to this unknown attacker, who Severus now realized was the boy’s uncle.
A sharp cry pierced the silence in the room and Severus jerked back a bit as Harry cringed and curled into himself.
“Sorry Master, yes Master, you are my Master, this boy does not deserve an uncle. Sorry… sorry… so sorry….”
The boy stilled again and the only indication of the boy’s distress was the way his eyes moved restlessly behind the closed eyelids.
Severus wasted no more time and sat down on the bed, pulling the boy up against his chest.
Harry started flailing around wildly but Severus kept a strong hold on him. Harry’s nails scratched at Severus’s arms and would leave raw marks but Severus did not try to stop the boy. Any restraint on the boy’s arms would evoke more responses that are negative and Severus did not want to distress the boy any more than he already was.
Calmly talking to the boy, telling him about Hogwarts and what Severus’s usual day consisted of, slowly reduced the amount of whimpering and flailing arms and ten minutes after pulling Harry against him, the boy was again sleeping peacefully.
Severus settled the boy in the bed and put a monitoring charm on him, in case the nightmares returned.
Softly closing the door behind him, Severus wondered what could have evoked the nightmares and if he had just never noticed them before – which was very unlikely as far as he was concerned.
His main concern however, was the fact that Harry spoke during his nightmares. Severus’s theory was that Harry would be able to speak whenever he – or his friends – was in danger, that the boy had no problem speaking to this unknown attacker let Severus to believe that the boy felt he was in danger with this man.
In Severus’s experience, when a young child was beaten into submissiveness from a young age, they did not know or realize that they were in danger and Severus doubted Harry ever thought he was in danger while with Damen Nott. No, the boy might know it was not an ideal life to lead but Severus doubted he would feel he was in danger. Danger was the unknown, for a boy such as Harry, spreading his legs for a man, any man, was not an unknown and was part of his daily life. To Harry, unknown would be a new place, new people and no one to call Master. To Harry, Hogwarts was more of a danger than spending every night in Damen Nott’s bed.
Harry’s pleas and whimpering repeated themselves in Severus’s head and he could not shake the feeling that something was wrong, very wrong, and that Harry’s nightmares this night had nothing to do with the boy’s muggle uncle or Damen Nott.
The only thing that confused Severus and contradicted his theory was that the boy called his attacker ‘Master’. If ‘Master’ was part of the boy’s ‘known’ category, why then did he feel himself in danger? Why would his brain categorize this incident as dangerous and not any of his other nights with Nott or Dursley?
*------------------------------------------------------------*
Severus read the piece of paper through twice before looking up at the boy.
Fear such as he had never experience before gripped his heart and Severus took a deep calming breath before addressing the boy.
“Harry, why did you write this? Read over it carefully and tell me exactly what is wrong with these sentences, because if you don’t start explaining soon, I will have to take drastic measures, measures you will not find pleasant at all.”
If the boy refused to answer, he would force Severus to use Legillemency, something he swore to himself he would never use on the boy.
Harry took the parchment from him with a confused expression and slightly shaking hands.
The boy had just written it, but Severus wondered if the boy even knew what he just wrote, if he was even thinking before writing anything these days.
Would Master like some tea? This boy makes good tea. Would Master like this boy to make him feel good? This boy can make Master feel really good. Master told him so… or was that other Master? This boy does not know, this boy can’t remember. Master? What would Master like?
The boy’s ramblings made no sense to Severus but it stirred something in him, something that wanted to lash out at the world, at all the despicable people in the world that mistreated their charges, their children, their partners, their submissive, anyone…
It was clear to Severus that Harry’s brain was close to snapping, if it had not already. The boy was clearly having trouble discerning the ‘here and now’ from past experiences and it was causing emotions in Severus that he felt would be better left unstirred.
Harry looked up at him with a confused, lost expression and Severus dropped his head into his hands.
This was going to take more time and effort than Severus had, but for Harry, and only Harry, Severus would do it. Severus would take the time to work things out with the boy and help him, because no one else would and Severus would not trust anyone else to help the boy, to heal him.
End Chapter 10
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