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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: AU! Harry is not the boy everyone expected he'd be when he first entered Hogwarts. This fic is Snarry slash with Snape as Harry's Dominant
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 for the fic: BDSM, dom/sub, Bad Language, non-con, dub-con, sexual situations, master/slave, violence and more
Warning for the chapter: Use of bad language, mentions of non-con and dub-con, chan.
Chapter 2 (Posted on 18 February 2015): A new way of living
Harry could not remember the last time he had cried. Really, truly cried. It had to have been his first year with Master Vernon. Master Vernon had quickly rid him of any desire to do so during that period though.
Now, here where Harry lay he could not help but let the tears fall. His last conversation with his new Master repeated itself in his head.
Flashback
"Your situation is quite complicated Mr Potter, and I'm afraid that you are too young and too innocent in a way – despite everything you've been through, to understand the ramifications of our current situation."
Harry kept his head bent as his Master spoke but he still heard every word. They didn't make any sense to him but he knew that he had to listen in case something was said that he had understood or that he had to respond to.
"I assume that you think of me as your new Master, correct?"
"Yes Master" Harry answered. Yes, this was his new Master but the situation was kind of surreal to him at the moment. He was actually having a decent if not quite normal conversation with his Master. One-sided though it may be.
"I don't know how your previous Master handled things and quite frankly I have no desire to find out. I will compile a list of rules that should be adhered to at all times. Some of the things on that list will be alien to you, such as where you sleep, what you wear and what you eat. Do not fret; things will be no worse, in fact, it will be better than your previous situation. You will do as I say, when I say it." Harry could have sworn he had heard something like; Though that does not concern me if how you have behaved thus far is any indication but he could not be certain.
"I will ask you some more questions Potter and you will answer me as honestly as you can."
"Yes Master." It was quite strange, all these questions, Harry couldn't remember the last time his Master, ex-Master he reminded himself, had asked him questions. The only thing Harry usually got were orders or beatings.
"What did your previous Master give you for meal times and how often did you get food?"
It was one of the strangest, no scratch that, the strangest question ever posed to him. "Er, well, umm usually some scraps and left-over food after my Master had eaten and his family been fed. And er, usually about every second day but sometimes, when Master was in a good mood, I got food every day."
His Master snarled again but Harry realized with a start that it wasn't directed at him. It had not been him who had angered his Master!
"I'll assume that the same goes for water or any other kind of refreshment." Harry just nodded.
"The first thing on the list will be, and you'd better listen now; you will eat three times a day. I will provide you with a potion – that is some sort of medication – which will help your digestive system with the increase in food. We will start out slow and with small portions but I want you eating like a normal, healthy eleven year old by Christmas. You are allowed to drink as much water as you like, though I suggest you take it slow at the beginning, and whatever else you wish to drink."
Harry could do nothing more than stare at his Master. He quickly realized what he was doing and lowered his eyes with a slight blush. He would get to eat three times a day! And water or 'other refreshments' – whatever that meant – whenever he wanted! Was this a dream? Harry couldn't remember the last time he had dreamed of something like this. It had to have been three or four years ago.
"The second thing may be harder to grasp than the first. You will sleep in the bed that is in your room. You will sleep there every night except if I say otherwise. I will not ask any 'pleasurable services' from you as 'payment'."
Harry hadn't quite understood the last part but he was stuck on that second sentence. Sleep in a bed. Sleep in the bed in your room. That huge magnificent bed he had wanted to touch so badly last night. He was to sleep in it! He, Harry Potter, boy, freak!
Harry looked up as his chin was lifted with a strong hand. His Master was looking at him with an odd expression, he had never seen anything like it before but he could sense that it was nothing bad though.
"Go and sleep in your bed Potter. It is Sunday today and we will have plenty of time later to deal with your schedule. For now I want you to rest, sleep."
The voice was still a bit cold but not as harsh as it had been. Harry was confused and he felt another burning sensation behind his eyes. His Master gave him a hard look and then pointedly looked at his bedroom – Harry could still not believe it – and he quickly made his way over to his door.
End Flashback
The tears came harder after that remembered scene. What had he done to deserve this? He didn't deserve it! He was a freak, a mistake and a disgrace to human beings.
Yet, his new Master had ordered him to sleep in a bed!. The soft velvety feeling under his chin was still alien to him, as well as the softness of the mattress.
He had been ordered to bed an hour ago but he just could not let his mind rest. The change in his 'living arrangements' was weird to say the least, and he was happy about it – he was! – but another sensation crept through him.
What would he have to do, in order to deserve all these things. To be allowed to eat three times a day?
With master Vernon, he usually had to either give a blow-job or himself in order to warrant a meal. One meal!
He shuddered as he thought of everything he would have to do in order to deserve, merit, these luxuries given to him.
Harry had to suppress a gasp of surprise as his bedroom door flew open. There framed in the opening stood his Master. He had quite a severe expression on his face and Harry had to concentrate hard on NOT cringing back.
Oh, this was going to be bad. Harry just hoped and prayed that he had cleaned himself sufficiently the night before. Vernon had hated it if Harry was not clean.
"Do you not understand the concept of sleeping Mr Potter?"
Harry wanted dearly to answer his Master but he just didn't know how to answer such a question.
"Do you not understand the concept of sleeping in a bed Mr Potter?"
His Master was stepping closer now and Harry was horrified to realize that his breathing had sped up.
"You will get under those blankets in the next five seconds or suffer the consequences. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes Master." Harry concentrated hard on making his voice sound as normal as possible and was relieved to find that he succeeded at least a little.
Scrambling to get under the covers – he had to repress the desire to feel their softness – Harry settled back and looked in the general direction his Master had last been.
"I will come back in ten minutes and if you are not asleep I will give you a potion. It is quite a nasty potion which lets you relive the most horrible moments of your life over and over again until someone wakes you with ice water over your head. Seeing as I will NOT be happy with you should you need this potion, you can be sure that I won't wake you for hours if not days."
Harry could feel the horror he felt etch on his face but suppressed it as best he could. Oh, he'll sleep, he will do everything he could to fall asleep as soon as possible.
His Master nodded once and left the room.
By sheer will alone, Harry let himself fall asleep but he knew that he would still have some of those horror filled dreams his Master had mentioned. He had them every night after all…

If there was one thing Severus hated doing it was to horrify an abused child but it had to be done.
The fact that "Dreamless Sleep" meant exactly what the name suggested made it even worse for him. Potter needed to become accustomed to his new surroundings and find 'an inner peace' to help him sleep as well as settle in.
To move too quickly with Potter would do more damage than good as he had years of abuse to work through.
Abuse, which had gone on for a lifetime in Potter's perspective, but which the boy does not even realize was abuse.
The tear tracks on Potter's face had a very unexpected effect on Severus. He had thought that he would either feel anger – toward the blubbering Dursley – or pity, for the Potter boy.
What he had felt though was relief. Relief that the boy could still express some emotions without prompt. Relief that the boy was not completely lost to them.
It would take years he had realized, to rid Potter of most of his natural reactions. A thought which had entered Severus when he had first realized what Potter was, was still running through his head.
He knew, from personal experience during his Death Eater days, that a submissive – especially one as young as Potter and with his unique 'situation' – would never be completely rid of their submissive behavior. Always wanting to do things for their elders, or betters. Always waiting for permission to do something which they desired. It would be near impossible to break that behavior completely and that was where Severus's thoughts had taken him now.
Maybe he shouldn't try to break that behavior completely. He had his own share of submissive pets in the past – complements of Voldemort – and knew exactly how to treat one.
Could he do that again? Could he drag up all his memories and become a Dom once again?
He knew he would have to talk to Albus about this. Potter's privacy notwithstanding, the headmaster would have to know. He would not express his opinion of how deeply the abuse ran but he would express his desire to help Potter by becoming his Dominant.
Severus could just imagine Albus's expression. A horrified pity would first be displayed before changing to Albus's cunning, sly grin – which he only ever expressed in Severus's presence – he would then pat Severus on the back and tell him to do as he thinks is best.
The headmaster's desire to see some 'peace' between the Snape and Potter family would overrule any reluctance he might feel about a student being a pet to one of his Professors.
Legalization of their 'relationship' would have to be settled. Wizards – though not commonly known or done in modern society – still practiced the old ways. As long as such a relationship was made legal and known to the ministry, nothing could be done to or about the participants.
To keep it from the public would be more difficult but Severus knew just the person to help them out with that.
Severus shook his head as he made his way back to his dungeons. Albus would be horrified to know that he had become predictable to Severus.

Everything had gone exactly as he had imagined it. The various expressions he had imagined and even the wording had been close. He had just been wrong about the pat on the back to send him off. Instead Albus had given him a bowl of those blasted Lemon Drops and told him to be sure to share it with his new charge.
A strange feeling settled in Severus. It was a mixture of apprehension and excitement. He would admit, to himself or anyone else, that he was a very good Dom.
The only problem was that being a true Dom and being what Voldemort had asked him to be was not one and the same.
He had been exceptionally good in breaking children, in turning them into the best slaves or pets they could be.
To now have someone on his hands that had been beaten into a slave, more than a sub, from as young an age as five or six was quite different.
The challenge before him now was to help the boy see that being a submissive did not mean he was a slave, sexual or other wise.
The appearance of his door brought Severus back from his musings and he whispered the password.
He only realized exactly how long he had been with Albus when his eyes landed on Potter, standing like a lost dog in his kitchen.
A cup of tea had been settled on the table in the living room, on a coaster at least, and Severus could see a platter with what looked like two slices of bread, eggs and cheese before Potter.
The boy's eyes lit up just a little and Severus watched as Potter made his way over to his 'cooler'. A packet of rashers was soon opened and placed on the hotplate next to Potter.
Severus had almost forgotten about the hotplate. Having bought it years ago when he had traveled through the country on search of potions ingredients he had needed something on which he could cook.
A startled exclamation roused Severus from his thoughts and his wand was in his hand before he could even blink. It was quite fortunate as he was just in time to levitate the plate Potter had dropped with his exclamation.
Potter looked like someone caught in the light of the killing curse as he watched first with a horror filled expression on his face as the plate dropped and then with wonder as it stayed in the air just above the ground.
Severus moved closer and Potter looked up at him before lowering his eyes again.
"You were startled Potter, no need to beat yourself up over it."
Potter mumbled what sounded like "Yes Master" and Severus suppressed a sigh.
"This is for you Master." Potter presented the plate of food to Severus.
"Have you eaten?"
"No Master"
"Remember what I said yesterday. You will eat three times a day, in the morning, in the afternoon and in the evening. If I ask you again if you've eaten and you say "No" then there will be consequences."
"Yes Master"
Potter stayed exactly where he was.
"You will not be required to stay with me whenever I am here. I will call for you when I need you. There is a bookcase behind you. Start at the bottom. Those are the first year books. You will read the whole of the bottom row by the end of the year. Whenever I am here and do not require you to do anything for me, you will read, eat, sleep or do anything else you wish."
"Do you understand? Explain to me what you have understood."
"Yes Master. I will eat in the morning, afternoon and evening. I will read the books for the first years, and I will sleep. When you need me you will call for me and I will come."
Potter lifted his head with a hesitant expression. "Is that correct Master?"
"Yes, that is correct. Now, go on and make yourself some breakfast."
"Yes Master."
The rest of the day had gone surprisingly well. Potter was still hesitant in his doings and stayed an inordinate amount of time in Severus's presence but it was an improvement, however little.
"Come here Potter."
The boy stood up from where he had been sitting on the floor in front of the bookcase. It had proved surprisingly difficult to get Potter to sit on any furniture and he was still hesitant to do so.
"I have compiled the list of rules you must adhere to. You will see that one of the points on the list is that you must obey ALL Professors as if they were me. The students, as soon as they find out what kind of person you are, will try to take advantage of you. They will tell you to do their homework for them, to carry their book bags, to do any number of things. You will NOT do anything for any student which they can do for themselves. Anything you can do, they can do, so you will know what they can do for themselves and what not."
"Yes master. Obey all Professors and don't do anything for a student that they can do themselves."
"Very good. You will sit with me tomorrow morning during breakfast. I will point out each house to you and from tomorrow afternoon you will circulate your seating arrangements between the houses. You will start by sitting at the Slytherin table tomorrow afternoon and evening. Tuesday, you will sit with the Ravenclaws during each meal. Wednesday with Hufflepuffs and Thursday with the Gryffindors." Severus spat out the last name and Potter looked confused for a moment before blanking his expression again.
"If anyone pushes you, hits you, slaps you, pulls a wand out and curses, hexes or charms you, you will come to me immediately. You will NOT retaliate in any way. I will mostly always be either in my classroom, which I will show to you on our way to breakfast tomorrow morning, in my office which is next to my classroom, in the Great Hall which is where you will eat or here, in our chambers. If you cannot find me, go to any of the Professors and ask them to find me."
"Yes Master. And the other days Master?"
The question was hesitantly posed but Severus was relieved to hear it. It had taken hours to convince Potter that he was allowed to ask questions. Much harder than to get the boy to repeat what he understood after Severus gave him instructions.
"As there are more days in a week than houses you will sit with me on Fridays and the weekends we will mostly eat in my – our- quarters. Here in other words."
"Yes Master. Eat with Slytherin on Mondays, Ravenclaws on Tuesdays, Hufflepuffls on Wednesdays and Gryffindors on Thursdays."
Severus had to work very hard on suppressing a smile as he heard Potter repeat the names in exactly the same tone and intonation he had used when first giving his orders to Potter. Hearing the name Gryffindor being spat from Potter's mouth was quite liberating to say the least.
"Very Good. I believe you have read enough for one day. Go and wash up – in the shower or bath – and then you are free to do as you please. You will go to bed, and sleep, at nine o'clock."
"Yes Master." And with that the boy was off to do as ordered.
Severus hoped dearly that he would not have to order the boy to do everything for the rest of his life!

"Out Potter! Out!"
Potter scrambled as quickly as he could to get out but Severus could still see the hurt the boy was trying to hide as he shouted at him.
Having your peace and relaxation interrupted while in the bath was not an experience Severus wanted to relive.
He had been listening to the music he had charmed to play and relaxing in the bath when a soap filled sponge had surely and deftly began washing him.
The sight that met him as he had opened his eyes had brought rage as well as utter humiliation to him.
Potter, bent over the bath and washing Severus with a look of concentration on his face was NOT something Severus had ever imagined.
At first Severus was too shocked to do anything but then he came back to his senses and demanded to know what the boy could possibly think he was doing!
The calm response "I'm washing you Master" infuriated him and he shouted at the boy to get out.
Humiliation and anger turned to reluctant acceptance as Severus realized that the boy was probably used to doing something like this.
Finishing his bath quickly and resigning himself to the fact that this would probably not be the last time he would find himself in such a situation, Severus dressed himself and made his way over to Potter's room.
Relief washed over him as he found Potter asleep on his bed. He did NOT want to have to speak to the boy about what had happened just now, that could wait for later, much later.
Tugging the blankets out from under Potter he put them over the boy and left to his own rooms. Refusing to acknowledge what he had just done.

The legalization of their relationship was done quickly and silently. The fact that he knew a very personal and well kept secret of Rita Skeeter ensured that she would do everything in her power to dig up dirt on someone else to keep attention away from Severus and Potter.
Potter had settled in surprisingly well with his schedule. Confusing and hectic though it was. It was as confusing for the Professors as it was for Potter.
Seeing Potter enter with the Slytherins for Potions on Monday and with the Hufflepuffs on Tuesday was enough to confuse anyone.
Three Gryffindors, two Ravenclaws and two Slytherins had already earned themselves detentions for their trouble in belittling Potter.
Severus realized that he would have to do something and soon, as students had begun to realize that, according to them, Potter was a tattle tale.
The knowledge that Potter had been ordered to tell Severus everything that happened to him could not be made public but Severus also did not want his charge to be know as a ponce who could not stand up for himself.
One talk and order later Severus had another problem on hand.
Potter had not had time to get his wand yet and had – as Severus had instructed he do when necessary – retaliated with harsh words. Being unable to defend himself he had come back to Severus on Friday evening with boils littering his arms and a disturbingly blank expression on his face.
When ordered to explain everything it had come out that a boy by the name of Ronald Weasley had apparently bad mouthed Severus. Potter, feeling that he should defend his Master had done so with harsh words and degrading comments he had learned from Severus himself.
Severus was surprised by how quickly the boy picked up his habits and expressions.

Severus had always been very pleased with himself when he had been correct in predicting the happenings around him.
This time though, he was as far from pleased as could be.
It was Saterday night and Severus had just returned with Potter from Diagon Alley. They had collected supplies for the boy as well as a wand. The fact that it was the brother wand to the Dark Lord sent shivers down Severus's spine.
Relaxing in the bath Severus had all but forgotten the incident a few days ago and was thus once again startled when a sponge began to wash him.
Taking deep breaths in order to calm himself he turned to Potter.
"Potter, look at me." The boy did so hesitantly. "You are not required to wash me. I –thank- you for your care but do not require your services. You will only ever enter this bathroom when you need it yourself or if I give you express permission to do so when I myself am in here. Is that clear?"
"Yes Master. Only enter when I need to do so to clean myself or when you tell me to."
"Very Good, now get back to your reading. Professor McGonagall told me that you were one of only two students who knew the answer to her questions on Thursday. It pleases me to know that you are doing well."
Potter got a hesitant smile on his face before nodding and excusing himself.
Severus sighed and relaxed back in the water. It disturbed him how comfortable he had become around the boy. Being obeyed immediately and without question was also a long forgotten experience for him but he decided he could get used to it very soon.

"…like being a teacher's pet! You're either too stupid or scared to do anything against a professor. Always obeying them, never standing up to them when they tell you you're wrong and ratting out on the students those first few days! It's disgusting! How could you be the savior of the world? You're nothing but a freak!"
Severus's blood boiled just below the surface. Whispers had been circulating for the past few weeks but this was the first real confrontation he had heard. That it was with Potter himself was worrying.
"I'm sorry. I'm a freak I kn…"
Severus quickly stepped forward to stop Potter from incriminating himself any further.
"What seems to be the problem here Mr Weasley?" Potter turned to him with a startled expression which quickly turned into relief. His Master was here, everything would be okay now.
"Er, nothing sir, we were just talking." Weasley was looking everywhere but at Severus.
"Nothing you say? Correct me if I'm wrong Mr Weasley, but I thought I just heard you calling another student some very degrading names." His voice practically dripped with venom and Weasley hastily stepped back into the throng of students behind him.
"You will do well Mr Weasley, to watch your tongue. Have you taken the time to get to know the students you degrade? Have you taken the time to find out why they are the way the are? Have you taken the time to think that not everyone in this school comes from loving families, with doting parents? No? Then I suggest you think on that Mr Weasley for the next time I hear you say anything like what you have just told Mr Potter, you will not merely receive a detention. Your mother will be informed and I hear that she is quite something when angered…"
The threat worked as intended and Weasley apologized quickly before disappearing through the crowd.
"What are you all looking at? Your classes start in one minute and those with me will find that if I'm there before you the consequences would be severe." Students scattered in all directions.
"Come Potter, if I'm not mistaken you have a free period now? Yes? Good, you will go down to our chambers and read the next chapter in your Potions book. I will speak with you this evening."
With that Severus turned around and stalked to his classroom. He hoped that some students would be late, he dearly wanted to rip someone's head off – Weasley's preferably but he'd settle for any idiotic student at the moment.

The cruelty of what Potter had gone through had always been in the back of Severus' mind but it had faded after their first month of living together.
Seeing Potter's startled expression when he bent down to pick up Severus's presents for him and finding some with his own name on it brought it all back to Severus.
He had known, somewhere in his mind that with the way Potter had lived, he would most certainly not have received any presents in previous years, be it birthday presents or Christmas presents.
Knowing it, and seeing the result with your own eyes was quite different.
Potter just stood there and stared at the presents as though it would either bite him or disappear at any moment.
"Master?"
Severus focused his attention on Potter when he heard the question in his voice.
"Come here Potter."
The boy hesitantly sat on the seat next to Severus.
"We have had many talks over the last few months. You have come to realize that it is alright, and even expected of you to eat three times a day. The same goes with sleeping in a bed. Many other things have come to light and I am proud of how well you have dealt with them. I can guess that when you lived with your previous Master," Severus spat out the words and was heartened when Potter did not even blink "that your cousin received numerous presents on his birthday or Christmas?"
"Yes Master."
"Now, it is custom for people who care for each other, for friends, families, acquaintances and anyone who wants to, to give presents to those they wish. I believe that the headmaster had left that top present here for you. There is one from Professor McGonagall as well as some of your classmates."
Potter looked at him – not completely in the eye but at least he had looked up from the floor. "Those are for me?"
"Yes Potter, some of those are for you."
"You may give me one labeled with my name and at the same time take one with your name on it. We will open them at the same time."
Potter quickly stood up and bent in front of the Christmas tree – If Minerva ever found out that he had a Christmas tree in his rooms he would never live it down!
A present was pressed into his hands and he looked at where Potter had seated himself – on the floor – and was turning the present around and around as though he did not know where to start. He probably didn't, Severus realized.
"Use your nails if you wish and just rip the paper. To go through the whole process of 'un-sticking' the spello-tape would take an eternity."
Potter did as directed and was soon the grand owner of an Invisibility cloak. Severus would remind himself later to kill Albus.
"What is this Master?"
"It is an invisibility cloak. Stand up and put it around yourself. Good, now look down."
"Eeak! Where am I? Is my body in one of your potions now like you always threaten the class?"
Severus smirked at Potter before explaining the use of an invisibility cloak.
Half an hour and several ripped packages later Severus watched with what he refused to acknowledge was a small smile as Potter tried on the jacket he had received from Minerva and tasted tentatively on the "Berty Botts" beans he had received from some or other classmate.
Potter's situation with his classmates reminded him uncomfortably of his own school days.
Potter had only a handfull of friends as most students still saw him as a teacher's pet. But really!, was it the boy's fault that he actually studied while others mucked about as they wished?
The last present was one from Severus himself. Potter smiled shyly up at him as he fingered the journal in his hands.
Severus had a hard time thinking of something 'productive' he could get the boy. The journal was ideal in that it could help Potter express himself, even if it was only to himself. Severus also requested that should he feel the need to, he be allowed to read what Potter had written. The boy had of course acquiesced immediately and Severus growled softly at the quick agreement. He would work on that, soon!

Severus refused to belief that the knot in his stomach was anything other than indigestion. An incident on Halloween crept into his mind and he cursed himself for not looking deeper into the situation.
With Potter taking up most of his spare time, Severus had little time to concentrate on anything else.
Now, as he rushed up to the Hospital Wings after a summons from Albus, he imagined the worst.
Potter had not come back to their quarters this evening, and seeing as it was eleven at night, Severus was, as could be expected, quite furious at the moment.
Entering the infirmary and seeing Potter, pale but alive sent a feeling of such relief through him that Severus held on to the door handle longer than was strictly necessary.
"Ah, Severus, I'm glad you could make it here so quickly. It seems that Mr Potter here had been dragged into quite an adventure by some other students. I've not had the opportunity to question Mr Potter himself but Miss Granger told me that Mr Weasley had decided that the only way for Mr Potter to show that he really wasn't a 'teacher's pet or, as she had put it, a 'ponce', was for him to follow them on a secret adventure.
How those two had figured out where or what the 'Philosopher's Stone' is, is still a mystery, but they had taken Mr Potter along with them to find out who was after the stone."
Severus growled as he heard that it was once again Weasley whom had put his charge in danger and was plotting how to get his revenge when the headmaster continued.
"It seems that they had been under the impression that it was you who was after the stone, even after much reassurance from Mr Potter that you are not 'an evil git'." Severus snorted at that and couldn't help but think that students were quite pathetic to never come up with any better insult than 'evil git' or 'greasy git'.
"Needless to say, they made it through every obstacle we had placed in their way and in the end Mr Potter had been the only one to see something in the mirror worth mentioning."
"Mr Weasley had apparently seen himself as head-boy and Quiditch captain. Miss Granger had seen herself in an endless corridor filled with rows and rows of books. Mr Potter on the other hand had seen himself with the stone."
"Professor Quirrel it seems had been housing Voldemort in the back of his head all this time and it was no effort for Voldemort to get the information from Mr Potter's mind. When ordered to take the stone from Potter, Quirrel had to touch Mr Potter and that seemed to be his un-doing. According to Miss Granger, he just turned to ash right before their eyes."
The tale was so far-fetched that it might actually be true.
Severus turned to face his charge and swore to himself that he would teach the boy Occlumency if it was the last thing he did.
"Thank you headmaster for informing me. I will take Mr Potter down to my chambers now and we will see you tomorrow at the leaving feast."
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as he saw the dour Potions Professor bent down to gently pick Harry up and exit the wing with as much care as possible.
Albus once again thanked Merlin for giving them Harry Potter, whom else could have done that to Severus?
End Chapter 2
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