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Life as I know it	By : BlindedHP Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 75983 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Title: Life as I know it
Summary: This fic is BDSM. Harry is not the boy that everyone expects him to be when he first enters Hogwarts. This fic is Snarry slash with Snape as Harry's Dom.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Harry Potter related. This magical world belongs to JK Rowling and various publishers. No profit is being made from this.
Warnings: BDSM, dom/sub, non-con, dub-con, sexual situations, master/slave, chan, violence and some more that I can't think of right now.
Chapter 11 (Posted on 2 March 2015): Strong willed or not?
Exams were upon them and Harry realized with shock that it was not just any exams anymore but his OWL's. He wasn't really worried about it as he was already busy with some sixth year books, but just knowing that he was about to write exams that could decide his future, knocked him off his feet.
Master Severus had not been spending as much time with Harry for the past month as he usually did, and Harry was beginning to feel a bit left out.
The knowledge of the prophecy was kept at the back of his mind but he didn't dwell on it, as he knew that it was inevitable and nothing he did could change the words. He could just hope that he could change the outcome for the better.
His Master was busy with his own preparations for each year's exams and Harry could really not fault him for the decrease in time they spent together.
The hurt he felt was lessened slightly by Draco. Harry was spending more time with the blonde boy than ever before. They had even begun to study together, and Harry found the time that the two spent in the library just reading, very relaxing.
The first OWL test they had went by in a flash and Harry felt that he had done really well, if not Outstanding. The week passed by in a blur, and by the time Saturday had rolled around, Harry was exhausted. His exams were mostly finished; he just had Potions practical to get through and History of Magic.
Harry stood up from where he had been sitting at a table in the library to stretch his legs. Draco looked up at him from his own book and gave Harry a small smile.
Something weird was going on with Draco but Harry didn't know what.
The boy had been giving Harry some odd looks for a while now, and Harry couldn't help but be a bit apprehensive about it.
"I'm going back to my rooms, I'm sure my M.. Professor Snape, would be worried if I don't turn up soon." Harry said as he smiled and waved at Draco.
Master Severus was already in their quarters when Harry arrived but any scolding he might have received was stopped as Harry quickly explained where he'd been and what he'd been doing.
After bidding his Master good night, Harry made his way to the bathroom where he enjoyed a nice hot shower, before retiring to bed.
The next morning Harry woke to find their quarters empty but a note from his Master explaining that he had some potions to make for the hospital wing and a detention to oversee.
Harry knew that he shouldn't expect his Master back for hours, and so he settled down with his History book to study.
Master Severus entered their rooms just as Harry sat down with a nice warm cup of tea three hours later. The man looked a bit worse for wear, and Harry wordlessly shifted up on the couch to make room for his Master, before deciding that maybe what his Master needed was a nice cup of tea himself.
Harry returned a minute later but as he went to give it to his Master, he found him stretched out on the couch snoring lightly.
A giggle escaped his lips and Harry put a hand before his mouth. He had never seen his Master sleep before and the scene was so surreal that Harry couldn't help but laugh. His Master had seen him sleep of course, heck he'd held Harry while he slept, but Harry himself had never had a chance to see his Master just sleep.
He sobered quickly though, as he realized that his Master really had to be exhausted to just drift off like that – and on the couch no less! Making his way over to the cupboard next to the entrance to his rooms, Harry extracted a blanket and gently tucked it around his Master's frame.
Harry just stood there and looked at his Master for a while, before turning and going to his room. He didn't really know what to do as there was no way in hell he'd study one more minute of History, and as there was no lab in their quarters, he couldn't practice his potions.
That left only one option; go and find Draco.
Harry silently slipped from their quarters and made his way down to the Slytherin common rooms. Asking the portrait to please open up, Harry entered and looked around for Draco.
Some Slytherins looked at him wearily, while others just chose to ignore him. Draco spotted him as he walked in the middle of the room and he quickly ushered Harry outside.
"How did you get in there?" Draco demanded as soon as they were outside again.
Harry looked at him as if he'd grown a second head. How did he get in there? Through the portrait of course!
"Through the portrait Draco. Why?"
"Prat! Of course it was through the portrait, what I'd like to know is where did you find out the password? Professor Snape didn't give it to you, did he?"
"Noo…"
"I thought not, he knows better than that, even if it's you. So then, how did you get in?"
"I asked it to open for me."
"You asked it to open?"
"Yes."
"And it opened." It was more of a question and Harry resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
"Of course it did, how else did I get inside?"
"It's not supposed to just open if you ask it nicely!"
"Well, it did!"
"Come with me."
The two retraced their steps to the Slytherin common rooms and Draco stopped in front of the portrait.
"Watch."
"Open"
Nothing happened.
"Well, I did ask it to please open up."
"Oh for the love of… Open up.. please"
Nothing happened.
"See! Now how did you get in here? And no more lies!"
"I'm not lying!" Harry turned to the portrait and once again asked it to please open up, which it did.
Harry turned triumphantly to Draco who was looking at him with an incredulous expression.
"Oh, this just keeps getting better and better!"
"What does?" Harry was perplexed now and didn't know what to do. Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea to come find Draco after all.
"What does?! What does? You, you imbecile! Do you have any idea what this means?"
Fed up with half answers and just useless nattering, Harry turned around and began his trek back to his Master's quarters.
"Harry! Where are you going? Don't you dare leave me here after all this!"
"Draco, if you don't start talking sense I will go, so for the last time; what has you so exited all of a sudden?"
"You Harry! You're a Parselmouth and you never told me!"
"I'm not a Parselmouth."
Harry had heard and read about Parselmouths, but he wasn't one! Was he? No, no, he wasn't.
"Oh, and just what do you think it means when you hiss at a portrait, I presume you asked it to open, and it did!"
Harry stopped in his tracks as the words penetrated his muddled brain. He had hissed at a portrait. Hissed!
"I think I have to sit down."
"Come on Harry, let's just go to one of the classrooms here and then you can sit down."
Harry complied wordlessly and followed Draco like a lost puppy.
"I'm a Parslemouth?"
"Yes, yes you are."
"What does that mean?"
"I don't know exactly but I could hazard a guess that after what you just showed me, with the Slytherin entrance, you can open most doors down here where Salazar Slytherin had made his domain, with just a whispered 'open' in Parsletounge."
The two boys explored this new revelation and soon found quite a few secret passages. Unfortunately, only two of the six they found could be opened by a set password in normal English, so Draco only had access to those two if he ever were alone and not with Harry when he went exploring again.
By lunch time they were both sweaty from running around in the dungeons and Harry made his way to his Master's – their – quarters, with Draco in tow.
The sight that greeted him when he opened to door, stopped him in his tracks.
Master Severus was pacing back and forth in front of the fire and Harry could make out the head of the headmaster in the fire.
"I don't know where he could be Albus!"
Harry had a sinking feeling in his stomach that his Master was talking about him, and that the man had worried about him for quite a while now.
Silently signaling to Draco that he should leave, Harry closed the door behind him after the Slytherin had exited.
His Master turned around at the sound of the door closing, and before Harry even knew what was happening, the man had lifted him off the floor in a bone crushing hug.
Out of the corner of his eye he could see the fire glow green a second before going back to the normal orange flames that he was used to.
Master Severus quickly regained his composure and held Harry at arms length to check him over. After assuring himself that Harry was fine, his expression turned furious.
"Where have you been?"
Harry couldn't help but cringe back a bit, as he had never seen Master Severus quite this angry at him before but he stood his ground.
"I went to the Slytherin common rooms and then Draco and I went exploring a bit, down here in the dungeons. We didn't go outside, I swear!"
"Be that as it may, you should have told me!"
"You were asleep and I didn't want to disturb you. You looked like you needed the rest. I'm sorry Master but I just didn't want to stay here cooped up in the rooms the whole day."
"Next time you have my permission to wake me or at least leave a note! You will also tell one of the Professors where you're going, if I'm not available. You're going to be the death of me, I promise you that."
Harry smiled a bit before leaning up and giving his Master a hug. He was glad the man wasn't too angry with him.
"Okay brat, lunch now and then we can go to the lab and you can practice some potions."
Grinning, Harry made his way to the kitchens where he quickly put together some sandwiches and the two settled on the couch where they ate in companionable silence.
The rest of the weekend went by without any more 'distressing' incidents.

Harry plopped down on the couch unceremoniously where he kicked off his shoes and laid down to rest his eyes, just for a bit. It had been a long day, and with exams finally over, Harry just wanted to relax.
When his Master shook his shoulder an indeterminable time later, Harry shot awake and couldn't help but look at his Master with both relief and concern evident in his eyes.
He had the weirdest dream while he slept and checked his Occlumency shields just to make sure that it hadn't been a 'little present' from Voldemort himself, but no, his shields were up and it had just been his own imagination giving him the scare of his life.
"Wake up Harry. You slept straight through dinner last night, you must have been exhausted but I won't let you miss another meal. Up, get dressed; we're going into Hogsmead this morning where we'll eat breakfast at The Three Broomsticks. The headmaster has declared today a 'Hogsmead' day, so everyone else will also be there."
Harry nodded quickly and even though his mind kept replaying his dream, Harry pushed it aside in favor of anticipation for what he hoped would be a nice day out with his Master.

"Come, you've had enough Butterbeers for today. It's best to get back to the castle before nightfall."
Harry looked up from his conversation with Draco and they both nodded in assent.
A tingling feeling in his forehead was the only warning he got as half a dozen or so Death Eaters appeared before their eyes.
His Master stiffened beside him and Draco was looking around wildly in panic. Screams resounded in the air, and soon pandemonium had broken out.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here? Ickle baby Potty at the mercy of 6, no 7 Death Eaters and a Death Eater in training. Oh, the odds doesn't look good does it, maybe we should send word to our Master?"
Snickering could be heard from most of the Death Eaters, but his Master kept by his side and Draco looked like he didn't know whether to run and hide, fight with Harry and face his father's wrath, or fight against Harry and loose the only real friend he'd ever had.
The person whom had spoken was definitely a woman, and Harry wasn't sure if he should fear the fact that she sounded a bit insane, or be thankful for it.
Sanity usually helped a person in a worst case scenario.
"Grab him Snape and we'll present him to our Master, maybe you'll be able to escape his wrath after all. He's not exactly happy with you at the moment."
Harry recognized the voice and surreptitiously glanced at Draco to see that he had stiffened and was looking anywhere but at the Death Eaters.
"I think not Lucius. If I have to choose between an insane maniac and a decent human being, albeit a young boy, I'd take my chances with the one in full capacity of his mind."
A screech like a banshee rang through the air, and Harry was just in time to step in front of his Master as the woman who had first spoken, charged at them with a dagger in hand.
The sting in his shoulder left little doubt that she had succeeded in stabbing him, but he had endured worse at the hands of Vernon, and just smirked at her when he raised his wand and shouted a blasting curse.
Unfortunately for Harry, the woman quickly regained her composure and an all out fight broke loose. Harry could see his Master battling with two of the Death Eaters and just as he thought that he was done for, as he would have to face the other four, Professors from the school came rushing at the group and Harry was left with only one of them. The same banshee of a woman that had stabbed him.
The feeling of skin peeling from his arms let Harry know that one of the woman's curses had penetrated his shield but he didn't have time to ponder on that, as she just kept firing off curse after curse. He had yet to penetrate her defenses and he was tiring quickly. The fact that he knew quite a lot of hexes and curses could only take him so far, he had never had to keep up with blocking, cursing, ducking and hexing for minutes on end, and vowed to himself that should he get out of there alive, he'd ask his Master to teach him dueling – an hour a day!
Someone, Harry didn't know who, stepped up and relieved Harry of his own 'dueling' partner and Harry watched in awe as the two fired hex after hex at each other, neither gaining the upper hand.
Just as Harry felt a piercing pain in his forehead, which alerted him to the fact that Voldemort had joined the fray, the person whom had relieved him of his opponent went flying into a nearby building, and Harry winced at the sound of flesh hitting stone – that had to have hurt!
Someone else had once again taken the place to fight the woman and Harry turned his face to look for his Master. He found him bent over one of the Death Eaters, manually tying a gag around the person's mouth, and Harry could see that ropes had already been tied around the man/woman's hands.
Harry could feel the probing in his mind and had to concentrate solely on keeping his shields up; he really didn't want that mad man in his head or to possess him!
An angry exclamation alerted Harry to Voldemort's 'hiding' place and he turned around to see Professor Dumbledore doing the same. They both spotted Voldemort at the same time and Harry could only watch with a gaping mouth as the two dueled. Professor Dumbledore seemed to gain the upper hand but before Harry could get too exited, Voldemort ordered a retreat and all the Death Eaters who were conscious followed his lead and Apparated away. Harry cursed the fact that they had been out in the open, as it was nearly impossible to erect anti-apparition wards without grounding points – such as walls.
The adrenaline which had kept him going until that moment, left him in a rush and Harry dropped to his knees.
Two pairs of shoes came into his line of vision and Harry looked up to find his Master and the headmaster looking down at him in concern.
"I'm fine, just really, really tired."
"You're not fine Harry! You jumped in front of an enraged woman with a dagger! I saw her push the damn thing into your shoulder, and I can assure you that if I know Bellatrix Lestrange at all, then she would have had some or other sinister poison on the blade. You're coming with me, right now!"
Harry had gone white as he heard what his Master had to say, and nodded his head numbly. Professor Dumbledore assisted his Master in hoisting him up, but it soon became apparent that he was unable to walk. The feeling of being lifted up in strong arms gave Harry a fluttering in his stomach and he put his arms around his Master's neck for balance. Leaning his head on the strong chest, Harry closed his eyes. He was so tired but he knew he'd be safe. He was in the arms of his Master.

Severus knew the moment Harry had fallen unconscious, but at the moment he couldn't really worry about that, he had to get them back to the castle as soon as possible.
Entering his potions lab, Severus gently let Harry's legs fall down and kept a strong hold of the boy's upper body, as he fished out his wand. Conjuring a bed, he laid the boy down and immediately went to work on divesting all the clothes off the boy, before he looked down at the purple bruised shoulder. He cursed as he could see that whatever poison had been on the blade had already begun to spread, and scraped a bit of the ooze which was coming from the wound on a scalpel. The poison was not too difficult to identify but Severus cursed when he realized that it was one that the antidote would only work if the poison had worked through the body's system, and the victim was left alive. Lesser willed individuals had died from the poison, as it made you hallucinate that you were alone in the world and that there was absolutely nothing around you. No people, no animals, nothing, just one big void.
The poison usually took an hour to take effect, and as soon as it started, there was nothing to be done but let it work through the system which would take another two hours. Two hours in which the victim could loose any and every trace of sanity.
Severus could only hope to Merlin that Harry would pull through. He was a strong willed individual, wasn't he?

The hours passed by like an eternity and Severus couldn't help but pace the length of the room. He stopped every five steps to look at Harry and make sure he was still breathing before continuing his pacing.
Something had happened today that Severus would never have thought possible. Well, not possible to happen to someone like him.
He had known that Harry cared for him. The boy had said so aloud himself to Severus, on more than one occasion, but knowing that and seeing with his own eyes just how deeply that care ran, was something else entirely.
Never in his life would he have imagined someone jumping in front of him while he was under attack; be it a magical attack or a physical one such as today.
That Harry had put his own life before Severus', filled him with mixed emotions. He wanted to strangle the boy for putting his own life in danger, but at the same time, he wanted to hug the boy to death for showing him just how much he had come to mean to Harry. That Harry would die for Severus was not a question anymore, and Severus vowed to have a talk with the boy about the value of his – Harry's – life.
Severus's musings was interrupted by the flaring of his fire and he turned around to find Albus stepping out of the fire into his lab.
"How is he doing Severus?"
"I can't say Albus. It was 'hallucio' poison on the blade and it had already taken effect when I at last figured out what the poison was. There's nothing we can do except wait and hope that he won't loose himself in a world of nothingness."
"You did your best Severus, I know you did. Do not let this doubt your own worth in that boy's life. You have done everything you could to help him heal and I believe you have done more for him than anyone else could ever have. He'll pull through Severus, just have faith."
Severus didn't answer and instead kept his eyes on Harry as if counting the rise and fall of his chest to reassure himself that the boy was still breathing.
"We have managed to capture five Death Eaters. The two you yourself captured – Nott and Avery - as well as Crabbe Sr, McDowell and, I'm sure Harry will be happy to hear, Peter Pettigrew. Lucius, unfortunately, escaped even after Remus bound him with ropes, we expect he had a portkey that we didn't find when we searched him. Sirius is in the hospital wing with several broken bones, as he had been blasted against a wall by Bellatrix, but Poppy is confident that he would be up and about in no time."
"Thank you Albus for informing me of that useless bit of information. Now, if you please, I have a potion to attend to, and a life to save."
Albus nodded as he realized he had overstayed his welcome and Severus sighed in relief when the headmaster left.
No matter what the man said, Severus would never forgive him for leaving Harry with those muggles. He knew now that Albus had been aware of the neglect Harry had suffered at his aunt's hands, and that the headmaster had done nothing about it, left little doubt in Severus's mind that Albus saw Harry only as a means to an end, and not as the wonderful individual the boy truly was.
Severus turned his attention back to the still form and once again sent up a silent prayer that Harry would pull through.
End Chapter 11
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