The Rules of Life
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
Views:
45,536
Reviews:
165
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2
Currently Reading:
3
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 11
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!!
READ THIS IMPORTANT ‘AN’: Seriously distressing scene in this chapter, you have been warned!!!
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.
Chapter 11
Severus would accomplish nothing by asking Harry questions in the state he was. Instead, he opted to let the boy carry on with his reading.
Walking over to the bookshelf, Severus browsed for the charms book he needed, and, finding it, he returned to his couch to start studying the spell he needed.
Using Legillemency on Harry would be his absolutely last resort, he would put a monitoring charm on the boy, one that would let him know if the boy was seriously hurt – something more than just scrapes and a bruise or so.
The spell was such that it could also monitor Harry’s emotional state, should the boy become exceedingly angry, sad, depressed or have a stronger than normal feel to any specific emotion, Severus would be notified.
Finding the spell, Severus studied it intently. He would tell the boy about the spell and his wish to cast it on him, should Harry be adverse to it he would figure out something else. He would not cast the spell without Harry’s permission, the boy would know about the spell because of his adeptness at wandless magic and his keen awareness of his own and other’s magic. Severus could only foresee trouble if he should misuse Harry’s trust.
Looking at the boy, Severus hoped against hope that he would be able to help the boy and that Harry would trust him enough to allow him to help.
*------------------------------------------------------*
Harry allowed the charm on the condition that Severus removes it if Harry should decide so. Severus agreed immediately, knowing that should he protest now, then they would accomplish nothing and Harry would not allow him ever to cast the spell.
After first casting the spell, Severus had some trouble getting used to Harry’s rapidly changing emotions. He did not know how anyone could live with such fierce passion inside him or her, but, apparently, Harry could.
It was a week after he first cast the spell that something changed. It began as a slow, soft humming in the back of his mind, but as Severus had experienced it before when Harry’s emotions changed swiftly and rapidly, he did not pay it too much mind. When it did not fade after ten minutes, he got a bit worried and when it increased to such a level that Severus could ignore it no more, his concern was tangible.
Leaving his potion where it stood, still unfinished, Severus quickly made his way out of the dungeons and up to the great hall. The spell could let Severus know when Harry was distressed but unfortunately, it did not inform him where the boy was.
Finding McGonagall at the head table, Severus quickly explained some of the situation to her. Harry was missing, Severus had a bad feeling about it, could she help him look for the boy? McGonagall knew about Severus’s charge but she had not seen him more than three or four times.
Severus gave her a grateful nod when she agreed to help and he returned to the dungeon area, Harry knew that part better than any other part and Severus dearly hoped the boy would be there, not somewhere he did not know well.
Half an hour later, Severus’s calm façade had gone and he was stalking the corridors with a fierce scowl on his face. When he found the boy, he would first hug him to death – no, no, he would refrain from doing so – then he would demand that Harry tell him just exactly where he had been and why he insisted on testing Severus’s patience.
A silver wisp came floating around the corner and Severus stared at it for a long moment before realizing what it was. McGonagall’s patronus. She would only use it if she had found the boy, found him, but could not move him and bring him to Severus.
Heart racing, Severus sped after the patronus, back to its owner.
The scene he came upon was enough to bring him to his knees. NO! NO, no, no ,no NOO! He had promised to help the boy, to keep him safe! How could this have happened right under his nose? Right under all their noses?
McGonagall stood in front of Harry, trying to coax the boy into a warm blanket she had conjured. The boy would have none of it however and kept asking for his Master, if his Master was all right…
In the corner, bound and gagged was Sirius Black. A very naked, bewildered Sirius Black.
From the way Harry kept asking for his Master while looking at Black, Severus could discern what had happened.
Bile rose in his throat as he realized the extent of damage done.
Harry had been regressing since the start of the summer. Black had been living in the castle since the beginning of summer. Harry kept referring to another Master – one Severus thought was a memory of Damen or Dursley. Now, in front of him was the truth, the evidence of what had been causing Harry’s regression.
McGonagall’s sharp voice brought him back from his thoughts.
“Severus! Come get this blanket around the boy, you will need to take him to Poppy, see what she can do for the poor lad.” There was ever so slight a note of panic in her voice and Severus hurried over to them.
The sad, haunted look in her eyes made Severus wince but his first priority now was Harry.
Draping the blanket around the now acquiescent boy, Severus turned a hopeless look at McGonagall.
Minerva was eyeing him with confusion and even a bit of suspicion but as Severus carefully lifted the boy in his arms, the look disappeared and she gave him a tremulous smile.
“Go take care of him Severus, get him cleaned up and as healed as possible.”
Severus gave her a quick nod.
Turning around to exit the room, Severus’s eyes fell on Black and a snarl escaped him. McGonagall’s restraining arm prevented him from killing the bastard on the spot but Severus promised himself to do it later.
“Go Severus. I will deal with him.”
The way she spat the word out and the look of pure, unadulterated hatred on her normally stoic face spurred Severus into motion.
“Do not kill him… yet… Minerva. I wish to be here when that happens.”
The choked sob/laugh told him that Minerva would be in no state to control her actions.
Tightening his hold on Harry’s trembling frame, Severus gave her a last nod before swiftly making his way to the hospital wing.
*-----------------------------------------------------------------*
Minerva McGonagall stared after Severus for a long moment. After struggling, unsuccessfully, for five minutes to get a blanket around the boy, only to have him stand compliant when Severus did it, caused a wave of mistrust to well in her but after witnessing the tender way her colleague treated the boy, there was no doubt in her mind that Harry was in good hands.
Severus did not normally show any emotion other than loathing or a blank façade to the world. When he picked Harry up and Minerva saw the concern clearly in his eyes, she knew that there was one person in this world who could calm his normally disagreeable personality - and that was the broken, abused boy he so carefully lifted in his arms.
Turning to her once favorite Gryffindor, Minerva let go of her carefully controlled emotions and relished in the fearful, confused expression on the man’s face.
“You are a disgrace, Sirius Black! I cannot believe that you were once a true, loyal Gryffindor, one who strove for what is right in this world! How could you do that to such a young, innocent boy? How could you do something like that to anyone? Why, Sirius? Why?!?”
By the end of her ranting, her voice was but a whisper, her anguish clear and tears streaming down her cheeks unchecked.
“What had that boy ever done to you Sirius? No, no, not only that young boy, but anyone Sirius! How could you ever do that to a person? How could you violate another human being in such a despicable way?”
“Didn’t hear him complaining, now did I?”
A loud slap rang through the air and McGonagall turned around, lest she do something irreversible.
“You are an adult Sirius Black. You are supposed to set an example! I do not know, nor do I wish to know, what that boy has been through. I know that Severus took him from Damen Nott and after everything I have heard of that man, I can only say that the boy is very lucky that Severus found him and took him. No matter how compliant the boy seemed Sirius, he is a boy! A young child who looks up to adults for guidance, for acceptance. He might not have put up a fight Sirius Black, but that does not take away from the fact that what you did was rape!.”
Black flinched at her words, which only enraged Minerva more.
“I can not look at you a moment longer Sirius Black, or I might loose my lunch.”
“I just have one question Black, just answer me this. Why? Why did you do it?”
It was clear to Minerva that the man was not right in his mind, that the years in Azkaban had done irreparable damage, but it did not excuse his actions.
“He’s James, so much like James. James can’t live, why should he? Even smell like James, and Lily. Sweet, sweet Lily. Dead, both dead. The boy is alive, why is he alive when they are dead?”
The ramblings continued but Minerva tuned him out.
She did not think that Sirius Black ever had any romantic involvement with either James or Lily, but after more than a decade in Azkaban, anything was possible. He could be expressing his grief and loss this way. He could possibly be trying to remember them by being as close as possibly to someone who reminded him of them so much.
Minerva just hoped that his actions did not damage the poor boy in such a way that it was irreparable, because no matter his mental condition, Sirius Black would pay for his crimes. Minerva would make sure of it.
Sirius’s ramblings triggered something in her mind as she made her way up to Albus’s office.
Harry?
End Chapter 11
Sorry this chapter was a bit late; I have uploaded my artwork to Fictionalley’s Art section, as well as my own new website :). Please have a look at it :)
You can find it here:
http://www.artisticalley.org/gallery/showgallery.php?cat=500&ppuser=100703
http://www.freewebs.com/blindedhp/harrypotterfanart.htm
There are more artwork on my ‘freewebs’ website than on artisticalley because they take WAY too long to upload their stuff.
I will make and upload a painting of most of the characters (about 2 a week), Draco is already finished, I just have to do the background, Ron and Ginny is already drawn, I just have to paint them. :)
Would you please leave a comment and tell me what you think? Should I continue, or is my artistic talents somewhat lacking? I can take the truth so don’t hold back :) :)
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!!
READ THIS IMPORTANT ‘AN’: Seriously distressing scene in this chapter, you have been warned!!!
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.
Chapter 11
Severus would accomplish nothing by asking Harry questions in the state he was. Instead, he opted to let the boy carry on with his reading.
Walking over to the bookshelf, Severus browsed for the charms book he needed, and, finding it, he returned to his couch to start studying the spell he needed.
Using Legillemency on Harry would be his absolutely last resort, he would put a monitoring charm on the boy, one that would let him know if the boy was seriously hurt – something more than just scrapes and a bruise or so.
The spell was such that it could also monitor Harry’s emotional state, should the boy become exceedingly angry, sad, depressed or have a stronger than normal feel to any specific emotion, Severus would be notified.
Finding the spell, Severus studied it intently. He would tell the boy about the spell and his wish to cast it on him, should Harry be adverse to it he would figure out something else. He would not cast the spell without Harry’s permission, the boy would know about the spell because of his adeptness at wandless magic and his keen awareness of his own and other’s magic. Severus could only foresee trouble if he should misuse Harry’s trust.
Looking at the boy, Severus hoped against hope that he would be able to help the boy and that Harry would trust him enough to allow him to help.
*------------------------------------------------------*
Harry allowed the charm on the condition that Severus removes it if Harry should decide so. Severus agreed immediately, knowing that should he protest now, then they would accomplish nothing and Harry would not allow him ever to cast the spell.
After first casting the spell, Severus had some trouble getting used to Harry’s rapidly changing emotions. He did not know how anyone could live with such fierce passion inside him or her, but, apparently, Harry could.
It was a week after he first cast the spell that something changed. It began as a slow, soft humming in the back of his mind, but as Severus had experienced it before when Harry’s emotions changed swiftly and rapidly, he did not pay it too much mind. When it did not fade after ten minutes, he got a bit worried and when it increased to such a level that Severus could ignore it no more, his concern was tangible.
Leaving his potion where it stood, still unfinished, Severus quickly made his way out of the dungeons and up to the great hall. The spell could let Severus know when Harry was distressed but unfortunately, it did not inform him where the boy was.
Finding McGonagall at the head table, Severus quickly explained some of the situation to her. Harry was missing, Severus had a bad feeling about it, could she help him look for the boy? McGonagall knew about Severus’s charge but she had not seen him more than three or four times.
Severus gave her a grateful nod when she agreed to help and he returned to the dungeon area, Harry knew that part better than any other part and Severus dearly hoped the boy would be there, not somewhere he did not know well.
Half an hour later, Severus’s calm façade had gone and he was stalking the corridors with a fierce scowl on his face. When he found the boy, he would first hug him to death – no, no, he would refrain from doing so – then he would demand that Harry tell him just exactly where he had been and why he insisted on testing Severus’s patience.
A silver wisp came floating around the corner and Severus stared at it for a long moment before realizing what it was. McGonagall’s patronus. She would only use it if she had found the boy, found him, but could not move him and bring him to Severus.
Heart racing, Severus sped after the patronus, back to its owner.
The scene he came upon was enough to bring him to his knees. NO! NO, no, no ,no NOO! He had promised to help the boy, to keep him safe! How could this have happened right under his nose? Right under all their noses?
McGonagall stood in front of Harry, trying to coax the boy into a warm blanket she had conjured. The boy would have none of it however and kept asking for his Master, if his Master was all right…
In the corner, bound and gagged was Sirius Black. A very naked, bewildered Sirius Black.
From the way Harry kept asking for his Master while looking at Black, Severus could discern what had happened.
Bile rose in his throat as he realized the extent of damage done.
Harry had been regressing since the start of the summer. Black had been living in the castle since the beginning of summer. Harry kept referring to another Master – one Severus thought was a memory of Damen or Dursley. Now, in front of him was the truth, the evidence of what had been causing Harry’s regression.
McGonagall’s sharp voice brought him back from his thoughts.
“Severus! Come get this blanket around the boy, you will need to take him to Poppy, see what she can do for the poor lad.” There was ever so slight a note of panic in her voice and Severus hurried over to them.
The sad, haunted look in her eyes made Severus wince but his first priority now was Harry.
Draping the blanket around the now acquiescent boy, Severus turned a hopeless look at McGonagall.
Minerva was eyeing him with confusion and even a bit of suspicion but as Severus carefully lifted the boy in his arms, the look disappeared and she gave him a tremulous smile.
“Go take care of him Severus, get him cleaned up and as healed as possible.”
Severus gave her a quick nod.
Turning around to exit the room, Severus’s eyes fell on Black and a snarl escaped him. McGonagall’s restraining arm prevented him from killing the bastard on the spot but Severus promised himself to do it later.
“Go Severus. I will deal with him.”
The way she spat the word out and the look of pure, unadulterated hatred on her normally stoic face spurred Severus into motion.
“Do not kill him… yet… Minerva. I wish to be here when that happens.”
The choked sob/laugh told him that Minerva would be in no state to control her actions.
Tightening his hold on Harry’s trembling frame, Severus gave her a last nod before swiftly making his way to the hospital wing.
*-----------------------------------------------------------------*
Minerva McGonagall stared after Severus for a long moment. After struggling, unsuccessfully, for five minutes to get a blanket around the boy, only to have him stand compliant when Severus did it, caused a wave of mistrust to well in her but after witnessing the tender way her colleague treated the boy, there was no doubt in her mind that Harry was in good hands.
Severus did not normally show any emotion other than loathing or a blank façade to the world. When he picked Harry up and Minerva saw the concern clearly in his eyes, she knew that there was one person in this world who could calm his normally disagreeable personality - and that was the broken, abused boy he so carefully lifted in his arms.
Turning to her once favorite Gryffindor, Minerva let go of her carefully controlled emotions and relished in the fearful, confused expression on the man’s face.
“You are a disgrace, Sirius Black! I cannot believe that you were once a true, loyal Gryffindor, one who strove for what is right in this world! How could you do that to such a young, innocent boy? How could you do something like that to anyone? Why, Sirius? Why?!?”
By the end of her ranting, her voice was but a whisper, her anguish clear and tears streaming down her cheeks unchecked.
“What had that boy ever done to you Sirius? No, no, not only that young boy, but anyone Sirius! How could you ever do that to a person? How could you violate another human being in such a despicable way?”
“Didn’t hear him complaining, now did I?”
A loud slap rang through the air and McGonagall turned around, lest she do something irreversible.
“You are an adult Sirius Black. You are supposed to set an example! I do not know, nor do I wish to know, what that boy has been through. I know that Severus took him from Damen Nott and after everything I have heard of that man, I can only say that the boy is very lucky that Severus found him and took him. No matter how compliant the boy seemed Sirius, he is a boy! A young child who looks up to adults for guidance, for acceptance. He might not have put up a fight Sirius Black, but that does not take away from the fact that what you did was rape!.”
Black flinched at her words, which only enraged Minerva more.
“I can not look at you a moment longer Sirius Black, or I might loose my lunch.”
“I just have one question Black, just answer me this. Why? Why did you do it?”
It was clear to Minerva that the man was not right in his mind, that the years in Azkaban had done irreparable damage, but it did not excuse his actions.
“He’s James, so much like James. James can’t live, why should he? Even smell like James, and Lily. Sweet, sweet Lily. Dead, both dead. The boy is alive, why is he alive when they are dead?”
The ramblings continued but Minerva tuned him out.
She did not think that Sirius Black ever had any romantic involvement with either James or Lily, but after more than a decade in Azkaban, anything was possible. He could be expressing his grief and loss this way. He could possibly be trying to remember them by being as close as possibly to someone who reminded him of them so much.
Minerva just hoped that his actions did not damage the poor boy in such a way that it was irreparable, because no matter his mental condition, Sirius Black would pay for his crimes. Minerva would make sure of it.
Sirius’s ramblings triggered something in her mind as she made her way up to Albus’s office.
Harry?
End Chapter 11
Sorry this chapter was a bit late; I have uploaded my artwork to Fictionalley’s Art section, as well as my own new website :). Please have a look at it :)
You can find it here:
http://www.artisticalley.org/gallery/showgallery.php?cat=500&ppuser=100703
http://www.freewebs.com/blindedhp/harrypotterfanart.htm
There are more artwork on my ‘freewebs’ website than on artisticalley because they take WAY too long to upload their stuff.
I will make and upload a painting of most of the characters (about 2 a week), Draco is already finished, I just have to do the background, Ron and Ginny is already drawn, I just have to paint them. :)
Would you please leave a comment and tell me what you think? Should I continue, or is my artistic talents somewhat lacking? I can take the truth so don’t hold back :) :)
Please review!! :)