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To Please	By : MaiStar68 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 8554 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: 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 List
- 1-To Please
- 2-Leaving the Dursleys
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Harry stared up at the man, mystified.
He, the freak, was a wizard?
No wonder he was so unnatural. And was invited to a school for
magic? Was it one of those schools that would help beat the
unnaturalness out of him? He had heard his uncle mentioning that he
was thinking about sending Harry to one of those...

“Well?”
snapped the man. “Are you going to say anything or just stand
there like a dunderhead?

Finally, Harry
knew what to do. He knew how to deal with anger towards his
freakishness. Harry quickly stepped forward and collapsed on his
knees in front of the man. Perhaps now the man would like to be
sucked off. He tilted his head back slightly, just like the men
always liked and finally looked into the mans eyes, making sure to
open his mouth slightly to show what a good slut he was. The mans
eyes were a stormy dark color, one that Harry had never seen on
anyone before. Harry could feel his body relaxing slightly as he let
go any tension. For now, he was the mans.

He saw the mans
eyes widen slightly as he swallowed thickly. Harry knew this. He
knew that the man was getting drawn into his unnaturalness,
responding to the disgusting part of Harry that infected anyone
around him.

With a snarl, the
man stepped back away from Harry and walked to the other end of the
room, obviously disgusted with Harry.

“Stop that,
you idiot boy!” he snapped at Harry. Once more, Harry was
completely confused by the mans behavior. He had no idea what to do
next. The man returned to his pacing.

“Listen to
me Potter, and listen to me well. I'm not going to say this twice.
I will not be requiring your...” here the man paused with a
sneer on his lips. “Talents this evening. I am here to
pick you up and transport you to the school. Do you understand that,
boy?”

Harry stood up and
kept his gaze on the floor. “Yes, sir.” he whispered.

“Now, is
there anything, any possessions that you wish to take with you?”

Harry blinked. He
was a freak. He wasn't allowed to have anything but the clothes on
his back. But something told him it would be best not to explain
that to the man in front of him.

“No sir.”

The man raked his
eyes over Harry, his gaze pausing on some of the bruises that
decorated his torso. Again, his lip twisted down unhappily.

He took out a
stick of wood and gestured with it towards Harry, muttering some
words that Harry couldn't decipher. With a faint 'pop' a green shirt
materialized in front of Harry and floated gently down to the floor.

“Put it on,
then we're leaving.”

Harry hesitated
for a second before scrambling to obey, quickly pulling the shirt
over his head. The man wasted no more words as he flung open the
door and started down stairs purposefully. Not knowing what else to
do, Harry scrambled to keep, making certain that he stayed a step
behind the man the entire time. He had no idea what was happening.
Sure, men had borrowed him before, but usually they paid his uncle
before hand.

Plus, the man
never did get around to his lesson. He wondered if the man wanted to
wait until they had some toys first. Sure, his uncle kept some toys
around, but none of the good punishment ones like the whips and
shackles, the plugs and knives. All the things that freaks like
Harry needed. All his uncle had were some canes and belts. For
really special punishments, men sometimes brought Harry to better
stocked places. Maybe that's where they were going.

But, then what
about the magic school. Harry didn't doubt that he was freakish
enough to be a wizard and need to be punished for that, but then the
man did something unnatural too and made the shirt that Harry was
wearing. Did that mean the man was a freak, too? But if he was,
then why did his uncle let him in. Harry was very confused and
didn't think he would ever get what was going on.

Down the stairs
the man stormed, Harry scrambling to keep up.

“Where are
they?” the man snarled at Harry.

Harry timidly
pointed his hand to the living room where the TV could be heard.
Most likely his family was watching another program with the volume
turned up to mask any unnatural sounds Harry might be responsible
for.

The man stormed
into the room, the stick of wood once more in his hand.

“Dursley.”
He growled.

Harry's uncle
looked up in surprise, his gaze flickering from the man to Harry.

“Is the
freak misbehaving?” he asked, glaring at Harry who shrunk back.

“Perhaps I
should clarify a few things for you, Dursley. I am Professor Snape,
teacher of potions at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I
am here to collect your nephew.”

Harry watched as
the man took a few threatening steps forward and his uncle shrank
back, paling.

“During my
brief time here, I have found the situation despicable. That a
filthy muggle like you would dare do this to a wizard, any wizard is
reprehensible. Know that you will suffer much for what you have
done.”

By this time both
his uncle and his aunt were pale and shaking.

“Alas that I
only have a short time until I am required to return, so I'll have to
keep this short. Don't worry, though. I am quite certain that many
more will come after me, so you can” here the man gave them
such a look of loathing, Harry was surprised that none of them had
fainted out of fright by now. “learn the proper way to
treat a wizard, your better.”

The man aimed his
stick at Harry's uncle and slashed it through the air, muttering a
sharp word. Harry's uncle went smashing through the hall into the
kitchen, a look of surprise etched on his face and a growing streak
of blood across his sizable stomach.

“Vernon!
You monster!” screeched his wife.

Flicking his wand
in a pattern and calmly pronouncing two more words which Harry was
unable to decipher, the man pointed his stick at Petunia, ignoring
her tirade.

Harry gazed with a
amazement as suddenly his aunts eyes clouded over until they were a
murky white and her voice disappeared, though her mouth kept moving
as though she were trying to speak.

“Since you
were content to ignore what your nephew went through, I thought it
appropriate to allow you to ignore everything else in the world, and
not have to worry about telling anyone.”

Lastly, the mans
gaze moved to the corner of the room where a humongous growth of
terrified child by the name of Dudley Dursley cowered, a wet patch
steadily growing in front of his pants, evidence of where he had wet
himself.

“Though you
are a child, I very much doubt you are innocent in all of this,”
the man sneered at him. “Since I will not even attempt to
imagine what a disaster you growing to influence others would be,
I'll just have to make certain that you are otherwise... occupied for
the rest of your life.”

A sharp word and a
jab with the stick and in the place of the former boy squeaked a very
small, very round mouse. With a few terrified sniffs at the air, the
creature tore off and ran under the couch.

Harry looked at
the back of the man, this Professor Snape. It looked like this man
would be in charge of him for now. He spared a brief thought to the
Dursley family, thankful to them for all their years of looking after
him. Now they were being punished for something they did. Maybe it
was for allowing him to stay with them for so long without kicking
him out on the street.

But it looked
liked he had a new master now. He vowed to himself that he would do
whatever it took to make certain that his new master wouldn't be
infected with his unnaturalness like it appeared the Dursley family
was. He would do everything the man told him to do, trying not to
ruin too many things like he always did. He would please the man.

Without another
word, the man whirled around, his dark gaze holding Harry in his
sight.

“Do you know
why these Dursley's have been punished?”

“Because I
ruined them, sir.”

The man's eye
twitched minutely and he scowled at Harry.

Instantly, Harry
looked down to the ground and prepared himself for a punishment. But
none came.

“Perhaps it
will be a while before you are reeducated.” the man muttered.

Inwardly, Harry
wanted to fling himself at the mans feet and apologize. He knew he
needed to be reeducated often because he was such a freak that he
never learned his lessons, but it was so hard. Weeks on weeks with
nothing to eat and being locked in the cupboard, never seeing light
until it was time for him to preform. It was hard for him, though it
was his own freakishness that made people like the generous Dursleys
try to help him.

After a moment of
silence, the man simply walked past him and out of the door.

“Come, Potter. I'm taking you away from this place.”

He needn't have
spoken, as Harry was already following, always keeping a step behind
the man. Inwardly, Harry quelled even more, knowing that a delay of
a punishment just meant that the punishment later would just be
increased two-fold or more.

Harry repeated his
vow to himself. He would do whatever it took to please the man, no
matter what it took. No matter what Harry had to do.

AN: Had a bit of
problem with this chapter, as all I wanted to write is a few chapters
away yet. Let me know what you think.

And someone asked
if I had posted this anywhere else, and I haven't. I just started
writing this a week or so ago, and while I have some future chapters
written for the most part, I'm writing as I go.

The reason why
Snape called Harry by his first name at the end of the last chapter
was because I kept hearing Hagrid's voice say the same thing the
entire time I was writing their conversation. I couldn't resist,
even though it was a bit out of character. I suppose Snape was
suffering from a temporary bout of insanity that he'll deny if ever
brought up!
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