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In Servitude of the Dark : My Obiesance	By : xXxLuckyxXx Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 39418 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 12
Disclaimer: This story is based off of J.K. Rowling’s amazing Harry Potter series. All characters, locations, themes from the world of HP belong to her. This is not for money or profit. I am just having fun playing in her magical world.

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Chapter 2 : Enter Severus Snape – July 30, 1994

In light of Voldemort's progress, Marvolo decided he needed to accelerate Harry's training. They were now on a timetable, a race to prepare Harry as best they could before Voldemort made his next move. The next two weeks flew by quickly, with no more visions from Voldemort. Harry was now accustomed to moving his magic around his body, and had mastered his first wandless spell-the Levitating Charm. And now he was just moving through his text books, making sure he could perform all the spells without a wand.

Before Harry knew it, Severus had sent him an owl to invite him over to Prince Manor for his birthday. According to the letter, his teacher had been busy reopening and re-warding his ancestral manor, in anticipation for his birthday-not that Snape had admitted it in his letter. But Harry read between the lines and mentally translated Snape-speech to that conclusion.

Another revelation was that Sirius had been staying at Prince Manor too. That little tidbit had made Harry's eyes bug out. He didn't think the two could ever get along long enough to even stay in the same room for more than an hour before curses started flying. But then, he learned it was because Sirius had sustained some serious mental damage due to the prolonged exposure to the dementors. So, Snape was working on healing his mind in addition to the occlumancy training. According to Snape, it was just more prudent to stick Sirius somewhere in his manor with monitoring charms in place than trying to hunt him down in one of his rages.

Harry, of course, accepted the invitation. Marvolo even thought it would be good break for Harry, not wanting his pupil to burn out. Luckily, it was only Snape who showed up to pick Harry up. Harry didn't want his teacher to have to deal with the Dursleys, so he gave his relatives fair warning and happily watch them scurry out the door an hour before Snape was due. Harry was already packed to stay for a few days, because the invitation also hinted about some mysterious surprise later.

He felt his teacher's magical signature before the doorbell even rung. Too anxious to wait, Harry opened it even before his teacher was fully on the steps. "Hello, Professor," Harry greeted happily, noting how the man could still look intimidating even in muggle clothes.

"In light of the fact that we are not in Hogwarts," Snape said, privately glad to see how well the boy looked. He had misgivings about returning Harry back to his abominable relatives, but it really did seem like Harry got the situation under control. "You may call me Severus in private."

"Really?" Harry asked shocked and then remembered his manners and invited his teacher in.

"I wouldn't have offered if I didn't mean it, Harry," Severus replied, stepping in and looking around curiously. He noted the horrifying floral prints on the walls, how stifling the large poofy furniture was, and most importantly the lack of Harry's pictures.

"Very muggle, isn't it?" Harry asked, feeling embarrassed for his relatives.

Severus wasn't one to lie just to make someone else comfortable, so he merely nodded. Without asking for permission, he began touring the place, unable to believe any wizarding child could have survived growing up here. In the kitchen, all the fine china were on display, though on closer inspection these dishes weren't worth more than a few sickles. The couches in the living room had two large indentations, as if someone permanently left their imprints in it. He correctly suspected this room got the most use.

And then Severus saw the stairs, or rather the cupboard under the stairs. It was a small squarish door, no higher than his waist. There was a padlock on it and the hinge looked really new as if they were recently replaced. He squatted down and placed his palm flat against this door and closed his eyes briefly. "Merlin…" Severus breathed. The misery and sorrow imprinted upon this door was strong enough to have a life of its own. He was surprised some dark curse or creature, like a boggart, wasn't created from the sufferings of this child.

Harry shuffled awkwardly. "It wasn't all too bad," he tried to say. "At least Uncle Vernon couldn't fit inside."

Severus wouldn't further violate the child's privacy by actually opening the door. He was sure there were unmentionable horrors inside, but it wasn't his right to pry. "And where to do you sleep now?" He heard the boy breathe a sigh of relief and his green eyes became animated again.

"Oh, you've gotta see this," Harry said, unable to suppress his excitement. He bounded up the stairs, almost forgetting to wait for his teacher. "It's this one, the second door."

Though he was amused by Harry's childish antics, Severus didn't quicken his pace, taking his time to get a proper feel of the place. He peeked into what he thought was a storage room for toys, but then he noticed the dirty clothes strewn all over the place and the large bed nearly buried under mounds of toys and magazines. He shuddered. This was what he thought Harry lived like when he still believed the boy was spoiled.

The next door, though closed, was emanating a lot of magic. Severus noted 6 broken locks on it and a sealed cat flap. Recalling one of many conversations he shared with Harry, he knew this cat flap was not for any kind of family pet, but was so they could slip food through the door. Staring at the locks, it was hard for Severus to reconcile the boy who was held prisoner here with the Harry Potter he knew.

"Are you ready?" Harry asked, bouncing on his toes with poorly concealed excitement.

Severus nodded, unable to keep his stoic façade in the face of Harry's bubbling joy. It reminded him of the night Harry first played the violin for him. Over the last few months, he'd heard many stories about this room, and knew this was a work of pride for Harry. Upon entering the room, he thankfully didn't have to pretend to look impressed with the room.

Because it truly was an impressive room.

It was obviously magically expanded, perhaps equaling the size of the first level of the house. It was artfully furnished, with large loveseats and desks, but it didn't clutter the room. The bed was huge, a king size monstrosity, and the carpet was soft enough to sink in. A fireplace crackled where the window should be, but didn't give off any heat because it was Summer. But the most impressive thing of all was that every single bit of the room was transfigured from something else. Not only that, Severus could sense the magic was all weaved together somehow. It must have taken the…still 12 year old boy an eternity to make his room.

"You did all this yourself?" Severus asked with a hint of disbelief. "In a single summer?"

Harry nodded rapidly. "Yup. Even Hedwig's perch."

Severus shook his head. Harry Potter was definitely underperforming in his classes if this was the kind of transfiguration and charms work he was really capable of. It was no wonder he didn't fall behind in his classes with all the distractions and extra lessons he privately trained in.

"Watch this," Harry said and faced his room.

He'd heard parseltongue before from the Dark Lord. It sounded more like spitting and hissing cats then a snake. But when Harry started hissing, it almost sounded melodious. Severus didn't think parseltongue could sound so smooth. Then all thoughts of snakes and cats fled his mind when the entire room flickered briefly and turned into what looked more like a prison cell. It even had a bare mattress cot and bars on the windows! Now the locks on the door made a lot more sense.

Severus was momentarily stunned not only because of the sheer magical weaving the boy had to do to link all those transfigurations together, but also the room itself. This was fit more for Azkaban than a wizarding boy. And to think this was an improvement from the cupboard. Then he heard the boy hiss again, obviously some kind of parsel trigger word, and the room returned to what it was.

"That's in case the Headmaster sends someone to check up on me," Harry explained matter of factly.

Severus just stared at the boy. Did the child even have any concept of how powerful he was or how advance this kind of magical weaving really was? Judging by the unassuming look on Harry's happy face, Severus suspected he didn't. "This is a masterful piece of work," Severus complimented sincerely.

The compliment filled Harry with warm pride because he knew his teacher didn't make a habit of giving out unnecessary praises. "My Source helped me understand the trickier stuff and especially the spell weaving," he added modestly. "Umm, how many days am I staying at your place?"

"At least a week," Severus answered. "Did you pack enough clothes?"

Harry nodded.

"Your homework?"

"All done," he chirped.

Severus raised a skeptical eyebrow at this, but remembered Harry wasn't your average student. For that matter, Harry probably worked harder than any Ravenclaw he ever taught. "Why are you training so hard, Harry?" Severus wondered. "You should be enjoying your summer for once."

At this, Harry's bright eyes grew serious. "Promise me you won't tell Dumbledore about anything I'm going to say," he said and gestured for both of them to sit down. It was probably best to get this out of the way before they went to Prince Manor. He didn't want Sirius to interrupt them.

Noting how tense the boy was, Severus chose a nearby chair. "Do I need to give you an oath?"

Harry thought about it and felt it was better safe than sorry. "I think this time, that'll be best."

Now Severus knew this was something really serious. Harry had told him many incriminating secrets already, but this was the first time he wanted an oath of secrecy. It was too intriguing for this Slytherin to let slip through his fingers, so he took out his wand. "I, Severus Tobias Snape, vow not to disclose in any shape, way, or form what will be revealed to me in the next hour by Harry Potter. So mote it be."

"So mote it be," Harry replied, satisfied with the glowing of both their wands. "Okay," he began, rubbing his hands nervously on his jeans. "You know how Dumbledore is always saying that Voldemort is getting stronger, and he'll come back?"

Severus stiffened and visibly paled. He instinctively covered his Mark with his right hand. "You mean he's already resurrected?" Severus whispered, even though it was just the two of them here.

Harry still wasn't too clear on this point. "Maybe?" Harry answered and shrugged at Severus look of exasperation. "Technically he's alive again," Harry hurried to explain. "But I don't know if filling a golem with your soul counts because it's not his real body, you see?"

Severus rubbed his face hard with both hands. He didn't even want to know how Harry came by this information when Dumbledore didn't even have a whisper. No, scratch that. He did want to know, for the sake of his sanity and Harry's safety. "Harry, how reliable is this information?"

"He killed Bertha Jorkins," was Harry's very serious reply.

That sent a chill down Severus' spine. Through the grapevine, he heard that Ms. Jorkins disappeared last month, but the ministry thought she was just bumbling around and got lost. If what Harry said was true, then they weren't ever going to find the missing witch. The Dark Lord was always very thorough. "Was this just a senseless killing or…?"

"From what we, me and my Source, could piece together," Harry said. "The Dark Lord was looking for information, which he obviously got. Did you know Hogwarts is hosting the Triwizard Tournament this year?"

That cinched it. Everything Harry had said could be denied or be considered rumors, but this wasn't. The Headmaster, himself, just held a staff meeting to announce this, and there was no way that Harry could have known. "Will the Dark Lord attempt to sabotage the tournament?" Severus hated to admit it, but the tournament would be the perfect opportunity to do something because of all the foreign people flooding into the castle and all the dangerous things going on.

"I don't know," Harry admitted. "But I'm preparing for the worst."

Severus looked at the child sitting before him. Harry should be wasting his summer, playing outside, or doing anything besides preparing for war. "You must let me tell Albus," Severus implored, now regretting the oath of secrecy. "Or at least stop the tournament."

Harry jumped to his feet and shook his head. "No. The Dark Lord won't try anything too risky because he's still weak right now," Harry said. "Besides, we think if he does do anything, he'll be coming for me instead, not the other students."

"And is that any better?" Severus nearly shouted, also rising to his feet. "Don't be so naive, Potter! You cannot predict anything the Dark Lord will do. He is mad, insane."

Under normal circumstances that would be true, but Marvolo was Voldemort. If anyone could predict Voldemort's movements, it would be his own soul. "You have to trust me, Professor," Harry replied. "I know what I'm doing."

Severus was suddenly filled with fear and worry for the boy, the boy who was too young to remember the horrors of the last war. He might be some kind of magical prodigy, but he was still all too innocent. Severus took a hold of both of Harry's thin shoulders and shook him gently, willing the boy to understand. "Harry, the Dark Lord is a dangerous man. He's liable to kidnap you, and torture you, and maybe even sacrifice you to resurrect his real body."

Harry looked steadily into his teacher's anxious eyes. "I know."

Those two words made Severus freeze. There could only be one possible reason why the boy would remain so calm. He hesitated to ask his next question, fearing what the answer might be, but also needing to know. "Are you planning on joining Him?" he asked, barely above a whisper. Inside, Severus prayed to Lily, prayed with all he had that the answer would be 'No.' He didn't think he could just stand by and watch the Dark Mark sear into Harry's young unblemished skin, marring it forever.

Harry looked down, knowing his teacher would not like his answer. "I believe in the Old Ways. I think the Light side is killing our magic. In a few generations, magic will be so diluted, it will be little better than parlor tricks. And I'm a dark wizard. It's only right that I help fight for our side."

Severus dropped to his knees, still holding onto the boy's shoulders, with the most anguished look on his face. "No. I won't allow it. If you must fight for the dark, than start your own side."

It hurt Harry to see his teacher, his father figure, so torn up, but his mind was made up long ago. "I'm sorry Severus. You know there can only be one Dark Lord, and that is not me." There would be so much infighting amongst them that they'd destroy themselves before the Light side even had a chance.

Severus took a deep breath to regain his composure and rose to his feet again. Then he yanked his left sleeve up and shoved the faded tattoo right under the boy's nose. "Do you see this, Harry?" he growled, glad to see the boy staring at the mark with wide eyes. "It's not a mark of bravery, or honor, or whatever silly Gryffindorish notions you have about joining the Death Eaters. It is a Mark of Slavery, pure and simple. To be Marked by this is to be a slave of death, suffering, chaos, and madness. Is this what you really want for yourself?"

Harry shook his head and glared at his teacher. "This isn't some impetuous Gryffindor impulse. The Dark Lord I'll be serving will be sane and reasonable, and he'll bring the wizarding world back to its former glory. I'm going to make sure of it."

Severus wanted to throw something breakable at the wall. The boy was never prone to delusions before or easily swayed by propaganda, so why did he have to start now? Did he really think he had the power to actually make the Dark Lord sane again?

"Please, Severus," Harry pleaded, sensing his teacher was running out of patience with him. "You've always trusted me before, about Pettigrew, about Black, even about practicing the Dark Arts. Can't you just trust me that I still know what I'm doing? That I do have a plan, a good plan, to handle the Dark Lord?"

Unfortunately, Severus knew the only thing he could do was trust the boy. Right now, Harry Potter held all the cards and all the secrets, and he wasn't about to give them up. He vowed to keep an eagle eye on this child as much as he could. "You will promise to keep me informed about anything, even the most insignificant news about the Dark Lord."

Harry nodded, relieved that Severus was accepting all this, at least for now. "It's why I told you about this in the first place," he answered. "You're the only one I trust with this information, and I want you to be prepared too." Then Harry smiled tentatively. "Can we not talk about this anymore? My birthday is tomorrow and I'm supposed to be having fun!"

Normally Severus would sneer at such a remark, but it was very possible that Harry would not see his next birthday. The least he could do was give into this one request. So Severus forcefully locked down the last hour's conversation deep within his occlumancy shields and managed to dredge up what he hoped was a smile. It felt strange on his face, but Harry visibly relaxed, so it must have worked.

Harry quickly reverted his room back into the prison, just in case and followed his teacher out the door. "I can't wait to see your place," he began babbling excitedly, already putting the morbid conversation behind him. Back downstairs, Harry swung by the sofa to grab his back pack before locking the house up. "I've only ever been to the Burrow, Ron's place, but that's the only wizarding home I've ever been in. And I bet your place will be much different."

Severus allowed Harry's rapid speech to wash over him, trying to soak up some of the boy's enthusiasm. He still felt like he was standing on quicksand after that conversation. "Have you ever apparated yourself or with someone else?" he asked, once they were outside the wards.

Harry shook his head. "I read about it though," he volunteered. "It sounds painful."

Severus was a little surprised by this. Out of all the things Harry and his mysterious Source have done, he would have thought apparition lessons would be on the top of the list. Well, in light of the Dark Lord's eminent return, it was a probably a good idea for Harry to learn soon. "First time apparations are always a little…disconcerting," Severus said, extending a hand.

Harry took that to mean highly unsettling, but gamely stepped into his teacher's open arm. "Okay, ready." He clenched his eyes tight and before he knew it, he felt like his entire body had compressed and shoved through a tiny tube. And just before he began to panic, he found himself grabbing on to his teacher's arm for dear life. If it weren't for the arm, Harry was pretty certain he would've done a face plant.

"All right?" Severus asked, noting the green tinge on the boy's face.

Harry swallowed thickly. "Ugh," he groaned. "I think I rather travel by that black fire stuff," he said, even though he didn't remember much about that night.

Severus allowed a sincere smile. It was refreshing to know Harry Potter reacted normally to at least one thing. "Come along, I have to key you into my wards."

By then, Harry's stomach settled, and he looked at the large, white marbled, mansion with blatant awe. It was four stories high, with at least 10 large windows on each level. The front was door was columned and stone gargoyles guarded the entrance. The walkway leading up to the mansion had to be at least a half acre long, and Severus dropped them right outside the gates. Harry was so breath taken with manor that he fell behind his teacher and had to run to catch up.

"Watch carefully, Harry," Severus said and stood in front of the left gargoyle. He made sure the boy was paying attention before sticking his finger inside the statue's mouth. A tiny dagger shot out, nicked his finger, before retracting back in. Then Severus squeezed his fingertip, allowing the blood to well up and drip into the gargoyle's mouth. "Now, your turn."

Harry complied, letting out a little hiss when his finger was nicked. "Will I have to do that every time I come here?" he asked, sucking on his finger. It was already closing.

"No," Severus answered. "That was only to key you into the wards. Once you've fed the guardian, it will remember you, and all you'll have to do is place your hand on its head." Severus put action to words and the large double doors opened automatically. "Harry Potter, welcome to Prince Hall," Severus said, formally.

"Wow," Harry breathed, stepping inside slowly. Hard to believe, but it was even larger on the inside than it appeared from the outside. The floor and columns were marbled stone, and huge banners draped on the walls. Right before him was an impressive double arching staircase, and between the two staircases was the largest fireplace he'd ever seen. It was tall enough for Hagrid to step through without having to duck! And the vaulted ceiling, at least 10 meters high, was lit up by a fancy chandelier that was so heavy that it had to be held up by magic. "This is ama…"

Harry was suddenly interrupted by a large dog that exploded from one of the side doors, and bowled Harry's smaller frame over. Harry fell onto his back and giggled when the dog started licking his face. "Ahh! Sirius!" he laughed. "Get off me."

The dog jumped off and in a blink of an eye, Sirius took its place with a giant smile. "Hey, Pup! Happy birthday!"

"Hey Sirius, thanks," Harry replied. "You look great, by the way." And he did. Day by day, his godfather was gaining weight and healing. His blue eyes were sparkling, his shoulder length hair was sleek and loosely tied with a ribbon at the back of his neck, and his robes were more fitting of a Lord. There was still a hint of gauntness and stress lines on his face, but all in all he was a classically handsome man.

By then, it was about lunch time, so Severus quickly led Harry to his room. It would probably be more fitting to call it a suit. It was like a little house inside a house, with a comfortable sitting room, a large fireplace connected to the manor's floo network, a bedroom connected to a gigantic bathroom that had its own Jacuzzi tub. Harry was touched when Severus said this would be his for as long as he wanted it.

Harry would unpack his stuff later, opting to fill his empty belly instead. Lunch was a simple affair with sandwiches and juice. Severus introduced him to all three of his house-elves, Flipper, Knobby, and Toddle. Harry could call on any of them at any time, though if he wanted a midnight snack or something, he should call Toddle because he was the official cook.

Harry spent that afternoon playing pick-up Quidditch with Sirius, and between the two of them, they even got Severus to play too. To Harry's surprise, his Potion's Professor was actually pretty good on a broom. "I didn't know you could actually play," Harry said.

"You forgot I couched your second Quidditch match," Severus reminded. "You don't think they'd let just anyone coach, did you?"

Sirius flew by and laughed. "Sevvy, here, was Slytherin's Chaser for three years! Of course, we beat him every time."

Severus scowled at the nickname and threw his quaffle at the irritating man's head. "I recall Slytherin won the cup in sixth year."

Harry giggled at the two grown men. Having Sirius around seemed to de-age Severus back into an immature kid. Working so close together, probably forced them to deal with all the issues they left behind when they were students. Harry almost wished he was here to watch it happen…with lots of protective gear on of course.

The three of them played for a couple more hours before having to go back inside to wash up before dinner. Dinner was more elaborate than lunch, with baked fish, some kind of pasta and sauce, and garlic bread. The two adults had red wine, and after choking on a small sip, Harry declared he wanted iced pumpkin juice instead.

Conversation flowed easily between them, with a smattering of bantering between Severus and Sirius. Harry didn't have much to report about his summer, at least nothing he could say in front of Sirius. But Severus confirmed that Harry was no longer abused at the Dursleys, to Sirius' relief. Apparently he had been almost as worried as Severus was.

And they inevitably came to the subject of Hogwarts. "Albus asked me to teach DADA this year," Sirius said, suddenly sounding nervous. "What do you guys think?"

"I think if you continue to improve as you've been, then you'll be stable enough to handle the course," Severus answered giving his professional opinion as his medi-wizard, and then smirked. "It's not like you can be any worse than the ones we've had."

"Yeah, definitely better than Lockheart," Harry said with a grimace. "Quirrel too, for that matter."

"How did Moony do?" Sirius asked curiously.

"Besides nearly killing us?" Harry asked sarcastically, but then Sirius frowned, and Harry relented. "He was better than the other two, but all he taught us was dark creatures. We're seriously lacking in curses and how to defend from them." Or at least his classmates were. Harry's defense had advanced to anything the Hogwarts' curriculum could throw at him. "Have you heard from Lupin?" Harry asked curiously.

"Yeah." Sirius' shoulders dropped unenthusiastically. "He doesn't know the reason why I haven't found a place of my own yet is because I need Sevvy's mind magic," Sirius answered. "So he's been pushing me to talk to Albus. I think that's why Albus offered me the DADA position in the first place."

"So he could get closer to you?" Harry asked. "What did you say?"

"I said I'd think about it," he answered, looking between Severus and Harry. "Partly because I wasn't sure if I could handle it, and partly because I still don't know how I feel about how Albus betrayed me. And now, he's acting as if nothing happened! I lost 12 years of my life and all of my friends are either dead or have moved on…"

Harry leaned back as Sirius suddenly became more incensed.

"Get a hold of yourself, Black," Severus barked and produced a potion's vial from seemingly out of nowhere. "Drink."

The two glared at each other for a few minutes, and Harry was ready to go for his wand, when thankfully Sirius snatched the vial angrily, leaving scratch marks on Severus' hand, and upended its contents into his mouth.

"What is it?" Harry asked.

"A mood stabilizer," Severus answered and summoned Knobby to clean up the table. "Look up at me, Black." Severus studied the man's eyes and pupils, satisfied with what he saw and didn't need to resort to legimancy. "You're good," he declared.

Sirius dropped his head. "Thanks, Sev," he mumbled, and looked at Harry with a mixture of apology and embarrassment. "Sorry, Kiddo," he added.

Harry shrugged, hoping he looked nonchalant, but now he realized why it was easier for Severus to have his patient nearby. These mood attacks came swiftly and without warning. Even the littlest things could trigger an attack. "It's alright. I should probably get to bed anyway," he said, seeing how it was almost 11pm. Dinner was long over, and they actually talked for 3 hours after.

"Good idea, Pup," Sirius replied, brightening again as if he hadn't nearly broken the table in anger. "Big day tomorrow, you know. Gifts to open and things to do."

At the mention of his birthday, first real birthday celebration, Harry smiled too.

A/N: First of all, thank you guys for the personal stories you have shared with me about your experiences caring for your family. The job is a lonely one, and depressing too, but to hear how many other people have gone through what I am is very encouraging.

Now, I got several reviews asking me the same question, so I will answer it here. Many of you are concerned about the heavy BDSM warning, or are worried about Harry being too weak. Let me assure you now that it will NOT happen in my story or any story I write. I hate weepy!clingy!weak!Harry. Canon Harry leaves much to be desired, but the one thing I admire about canon Harry is his fortitude to push on against all odds. And rest assured, Harry will NEVER be a Bellatrix wanna-be. The idea just makes me gag.

Please note that in the last chapter, it was Harry who was making the demands on Marvolo. It was Harry who decided to obey the order or not. And if I write it correctly, it will be a heavy D/S relationship, but Harry is only allowing Voldie to think he's in charge. Wink…wink…

I hope that addresses some of your concerns.

Next up: Harry experiences life where Severus and Sirius are under the same roof.
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