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Forbidding Refuge	By : hpchic03 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 49341 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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.

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I am borrowing these characters from a genius writer. J.K. Rowling owns everything.

Thank ya�ll very much for the lovely reviews. So I had the prologue and most of this chapter written already and am able to update pretty quickly at this point. As for the rest, don�t get your hopes up too much. I will try to write as much as possible, but between school and work, it�s tough. Anyway, I�m glad the beginning was a success. Hopefully I will not disappoint anyone. On to the story�

Chapter 1

It had been a very long time since he had been outside his prison. As he slowly returned to consciousness, he noticed the movement first. Instantly, he recognized the sway of the carriage. Every bump in the road jostled his body slightly. The uncomfortable rocking was worth it though. He was actually outside.

Nostrils flared slightly, as he gently sniffed the air. Someone was with him. He peeked an eye open hesitantly and looked straight into hard onyx eyes. Lank dark hair framed his narrow face. His large nose was slightly crooked, probably from an improperly healed break. Lines wrinkled his chin creating a permanent looking frown. A dark eyebrow rose, as the passenger was scrutinized.

�Are you hungry?� His fellow traveler asked with a slight sneer in his voice. He decided it fit the man, he probably did it often.

He did not reply. Instead he sat up, stretching his stiff muscles. He heard a disdainful sigh before observing the carriage curiously. The interior was blood red. The seats were slightly squashy, to help smooth the rough path. Shades were drawn over the windows, but strips of sunlight were shining along the edges. He wanted to look outside. It had been so long.

His hand crept tentatively towards the shade, until it was suddenly caught in a strong grip. He growled lowly and snatched the hand back. He brought it close to face, inspecting. As green eyes met black, he gave a self-soothing lick where the grasp had been too tight. The other�s eyes narrowed before pulling a loaf of bread from a side satchel.

�Eat,� was instructed sternly and the boy did, with only a slightly contemptuous sniff beforehand.

For all the convincing it took, the boy was obviously hungry. Almost before he was finishing one piece, another was being ripped apart and shoved into the small mouth. Green eyes watched him cautiously the entire time. He could tell the fey creature was obviously wary of him. For good reason too, he was, after all, a complete stranger. At least he�s not a complete fool, he thought.

When he was sent on this mission, with instructions directly from his Lord, he was unsure as to the exact nature of the task. He knew he would be retrieving something extremely important to his master. Precious, was the word his Lord used. Kept busy constantly, he had looked forward to the slight vacation. He enjoyed the travel, stopping occasionally to gather rare plants for his pleasure.

Brewing had become a hobby when he was a young boy. A potions master from the castle heard about his natural talents and he became an apprentice at twelve. It developed as he got older. He was now one of the most respected masters in the kingdom. His skills were renowned, and kept him in his Lord�s good graces.

Rarely, was he required to leave the serenity of his laboratories. So it came as a great surprise when he was summoned and given this assignment. He had not understood then, but he did now.

He knew the boy, more accurately; he knew the boy�s father and mother. He had hated them, when they were alive. But he could not afford to hate this boy. His Lord obviously had intentions towards the creature. He could not anger his master, by judging the individual sitting across the carriage casually licking his fingers clean; like a dog would his paw.

�Harry!� He snapped, compelled to stop the mesmerizing licks. It worked. The boy�s head snapped up and the jade eyes narrowed. Even after six years, the boy obviously still remembered his name.

He cleared his throat slightly, ignoring the answering growling rumble. �My name is Severus Snape. You will do as I tell you, quickly and efficiently, and I expect our trip will be as painless as possible.� There, introductions and instructions were made, now he could ignore the boy for the remainder of the journey.

The boy, Harry, cocked his head to the side. Severus thought he looked quite innocent with his wide eyes. He tried to ignore Harry. If the brat had a question, then he could very well ask it. Severus knew the boy had not spoken in over six years, but decided it was time for him to start again.

Harry opened his mouth, and Severus thought he might speak. All that came out though, was a mewling grumble. Severus sighed and gave up. He took out a book and began to read, trying to ignore Harry as he resumed his cleaning licks.

Several days later, Severus was ready to drown himself or strangle his fellow passenger. Harry still had not spoken. Instead, his almost animal instincts caused Severus� short temper to be pushed to the limit. The constant licking made his left eye tick. The scratching caused the vein in his temple to throb. And the unconscious sensuality of the boy made his hands twitch.

He wanted to touch the son of his most hated rival. Severus wondered what was wrong with him. The thought itself was appalling. He could not forget that his Lord would kill him on the spot should something inappropriate happen. Why had he been given this assignment? Perhaps he had angered his master. Maybe it was a test. Severus did not know. He sighed heavily. It made the licking pause and Severus saw the boy look questionably towards him. Severus suppressed a groan at the large confused eyes looking towards him, and then stared pointedly at his book once again. He only hoped they would make it back home without anything unfortunate happening.

Luck must have been on Severus� side. They reached the border to the kingdom within two days and had one more day before they reached Hogsmeade. Besides having to constantly rein his libido in, nothing too unseemly had occurred.

When the carriage stopped, to give the horses rest, Severus would explore their surroundings. He stretched his legs and generally examined the plant life in the area. Harry would wander about, sniffing and touching, everything. He meandered until Severus called him back. He had a way of looking at everything, like it was the first time ever. It struck Severus hard. This was the first time Harry had seen anything, besides the inside of his cell, for most of his life. Severus felt a slight pity for the boy, before he squashed it ruthlessly. He did not want pity from others; neither did he want to pity others. Though, he did empathize with the boy. He had a difficult transition ahead.

One aspect that did make his life more difficult was Harry�s flat out refusal to wear proper clothing. When they brought Harry to him, he had worn nothing but a pair of tiny shorts, which looked to have been outgrown at least a year before. Severus presented several articles for the boy to try. All he received was a baffled look, the messy haired head cocked slightly to the side. It infuriated Severus. How was he supposed to concentrate on anything, with the sight of the young supple body sprawled out lazily across from him? But no matter how stern he tried to be, the boy simply would not wear the trousers and loose fitting shirts. One thing was clear to Severus, when they finally arrived, heads would definitely turn.

They were very close now. �Harry,� Severus called for his attention. He pointed out the carriage window. �Hogsmeade is just up on that hill. Hogwarts is our destination.�

Harry leaned a bit out the window. Severus had to restrain himself from snapping at the boy. He had that bright eyed look, watching the country side pass by. The boy was so innocent, the �come hither� look, Severus knew, was completely unintentional. But it was so compelling.

�We�ll be arriving soon,� Severus informed the boy. He sat back in his seat, opening his book once again.

Severus nearly fell off his seat, when he heard the whisper, �Where?� The voice slightly surprised him. He expected hoarseness, from disuse. Instead, it had the same child-like innocence that the boys� eyes contained. Overall, it was extremely pleasant.

Severus cleared his throat slightly before answering. �We crossed the boarder to Slytherin yesterday.� He saw Harry�s eyes widen. No doubt he was told stories as a child about the evils of Slytherin. Severus continued, �We�re going to Hogwarts Castle, which is in Hogsmeade, Slytherin�s capital city.� Harry nodded his head thoughtfully, and then turned to once again to look out the window.

If Severus had expected any more speech from the boy, he would have been sorely disappointed. The hours passed slowly. Finally, the city came into view. They rode along the dirt path. Green grass and rolling hills were seen along their right. The forbidden forest stood tall and eerie along their left. One rarely entered the forest. He had lived in Hogsmeade his entire life, and Severus had never heard of anyone actually returning from there.

Severus saw Harry�s eyes practically light up when his gaze turned on the city. Hogsmeade, being one of the largest known cities, was an impressive sight. Hogwarts sat at the center of the city, though the extensive grounds around the castle itself, made the area widespread. From beyond the city�s boundaries, Hogwarts� high towers overlooked the entirety of Hogsmeade and the land beyond. Severus would sometimes journey to the top just to watch the city�s bustle.

The entrance into the city was gradual. While most cities had an outer wall with only one entrance into the city itself, Hogsmeade was different. The castle and its grounds had a huge outer wall with an enormous gate. The founders of Hogsmeade had designed it specifically this way. As the city became more populated, there was no barrier to prevent growth. The bustling markets were located closer to Hogwarts Castle. Most of the wealthier merchants and nobles lived in this area.

The exterior of the city was more spread out. Wooden houses dotted the land, farms obviously attached. In this area, the actual city limits were not clearly defined. The city itself was huge, and growing larger every day.

As they drew closer to Hogwarts, Severus found it difficult to keep Harry inside the carriage. Half his body was actually leaning out the window, looking at everything. He gazed at the servants in the fields with amazement. Children ran about laughing and playing. Wonder filled his eyes at the sight.

Severus gave a self-depreciating sigh and knocked on the roof of the carriage. Harry turned to stare at him curiously. As the carriage slowed to a stop, Severus put on his outer cloak. He held one out for Harry. He received a blank look in return.

�Put it on,� Severus instructed, �and we�ll walk the rest.�

Harry sniffed disdainfully, but accepted the cloak. Apparently, clothes were something he was willing to endure, but only if he received something in return. Severus saw the eagerness on his face at the prospect of inspecting everything closer. He looked at the cloak with slight confusion and Severus helped him put it on with only a slight scowl.

They stepped out into blinding sunlight and the hectic bustle of the market. People moved about them quickly and efficiently. Severus was thankful that Harry�s cloak had a hood. Harry, he knew, would draw notice. Severus hoped his own obvious sour demeanor would deter anyone curious.

He turned, planning to tell Harry to stay close. The boy was already ten paces away from himself, eagerly enthralled with the product at the nearest booth. Severus practically snarled and marched over to the boy. He gained a firm grip on the thin arm and steered the boy further up the street. All the while, he spoke furiously, �- disappeared. My Lord would be most displeased to find out I had lost you -�.

Harry tuned the rant out. He took in everything. He tilted his head up slightly and sniffed the air. His keen ears focused on the overall sounds, but sometimes focused on one specific conversation or noise. Harry had never seen, heard, nor smelled so much � life, in his entire existence. It was amazing and exhilarating and down right terrifying all at once.

Was he getting a brief taste of what living could be like, only to be forced to return to his cell? The thought was too awful to imagine. At least before, Harry had never known what he was missing. Even before his cell, he did not remember leaving the house much. His Uncle had been embarrassed to tell people they were related, always calling him abnormal. Harry hoped he did not have to return to his cell - or his Uncle.

Harry decided that he liked Severus. He would not mind if he would have to stay with him. Harry knew how Severus felt about him. Harry did not have empathic abilities, regardless of what many people believed about his kind. But, he could smell strong emotions, sort-of. When Severus was particularly annoyed, Harry could scent the tension in the air. He knew Severus was often irritated with him, but did not despise him. And, he was letting Harry go outside. The man must like him, at least a little.

Harry found the people moving about their daily business fascinating. He does not remember ever experiencing this feeling. The overwhelming joy of being outside his cage had worn off slightly in the past couple of days travel. Now he realized it returned in full. Harry wondered if he would always feel this way. This sense of freedom.

They continued through the merchant district of Hogsmeade. Harry assumed Severus was a well known man, because many people nodded their heads in acknowledgement towards him. Harry saw many things he had never seen before. Stands set up with food, such as fruits Harry had never dreamed of. Clothes that looked so soft he wanted to rub his body on them. He restrained himself though; Harry assumed Severus would not like that. There were tools and other knickknacks that he had seen in books as a child. Anything that Harry could imagine was apparently sold somewhere in the area.

They were very close to Hogwarts now. The huge outer wall was at least twenty feet high. Enormous wooden gates were guarded by men in black uniforms. A large S in the center of a coat of arms stood out proudly on the chest of their breast plates. Harry assumed it was Slytherin�s emblem. The castle beyond was very grand, especially to Harry.

Harry turned his attention towards Severus as he began speaking, �Hogwarts Castle is one of the oldest standing structures. There are four wings. The north wing houses the royal family, currently My Lord. Servants stay in the south wing. Guest quarters are in the west wing, and advisors, such as myself, and their families are located to the east wing.� Harry listened attentively. Hogwarts was apparently going to be his new �home�. He wondered where his room would be.

�There are over two-thousand different rooms in the castle, not including the dungeon.� Harry stopped dead in his tracks, his face paled dramatically. Severus noticed the change in pace, and turned to face the boy. He took in the pale complexion, and the drawn features on the boy. �What is it?� Severus asked more gently than he thought possible.

�Will I�� Harry trailed off, and looked down. Severus waited impatiently. Harry took a deep breath and continued in a hurried whisper, �will my room be in the dungeons?� he asked.

Severus� brow furrowed in confusion before he understood. �No,� he reassured the boy forcefully, �it is my understanding that you are a guest. Although, you will not be able to leave the castle unsupervised.� He added thoughtfully.

Harry let out a relieved sigh. As long as he could go out at all, that was fine with him. They continued their trek towards the castle in silence. Severus was reluctant to upset Harry again. When he felt more secure, they would tour the castle.

The grounds themselves were fairly empty. Normally, the ladies sat under the trees and socialized. Today was warm enough that the inhabitants of the castle had apparently retired indoors to avoid the heat. A group of soldiers could be seen across the grounds practicing their arms. A couple made their way on horse-back towards the stables to the right, which looked tiny at their distance.

Finally, they reached the doors to Hogwarts. Soldiers milled about, halfheartedly guarding its� entrance. Severus barely gave them a passing glance. Harry, however, moved closer to his guardian. The man noticed his nervousness, and gave him a gentle push into the entrance hall. The doors stood open and the entrance hall itself was larger than most rooms Harry had seen in his life. Light poured through the stained glass windows. A banner with the Hogwarts crest hung on the wall opposite the entrance. It represented all four nations in the empire. Slytherin�s banner hung underneath it. There was little furniture, and Harry could see corridors branching off from the room. A large set of doors were situated to the right of him.

They turned left and moved down a fairly open corridor. Paintings hung along the walls, situated between doors. Harry wanted to inspect the murals, but obediently kept up with Severus� quick pace. He did not know where they were going, but he knew it would be easy to get lost.

Severus moved with purpose through the hall, glancing backward periodically to reassure his charge did not lag behind. They were moving towards his chambers. His Lord had not been specific in his instructions for when they returned. Weaving through the intricate halls and into the castle proper, they finally reached his rooms. Pushing the door open, Severus ushered Harry inside.

�Make yourself at home,� Severus instructed him, �I�ll call for tea.�

While Severus busied himself in what Harry assumed was the kitchen. He inspected the potion masters� rooms. The door from the corridor lead into the sitting room. It had an elaborate brick fireplace in the far left corner of the spacious room. The walls were painted a dark blue with tan accented furniture. A worn looking armchair sat in front of a deep mahogany desk which had stacks of organized papers. Harry was overall surprised by the room�s coziness.

Severus returned to the sitting room holding a tea set. He watched the boy inspect the room curiously, while he busied himself with pouring the tea. Once finished, he cleared his throat to attract the boy�s attention. Harry turned bright eyes on him, and Severus motioned the already poured cups.

Harry cautiously approached and perched on the worn sofa. He watched Severus as he drank his tea. Severus found it disconcerting to be inspected so closely. The only person he ever felt this uncomfortable with was his Lord.

Clearing his throat again, he announced, �After tea, I must go to my Lord. You will remain here and have a bath. I will send someone to help you.� Harry nodded. After Severus drained his cup, he strode to the door. He looked back one last time at the boy and wondered what would become of him.

Well, that�s the first chapter. Let me know what ya�ll think. I really wasn�t sure where I wanted to leave off, but I want to think about how I want to portray our favorite dark lord. By the way, I have no beta so e-mail me if anyone is seriously interested.
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