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I'm A Slave for You	By : BlackGargie Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > General Views: 26597 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Even though Severus breaking the news to Harry didn�t
go too well, at least he got the message across. So, how will the task to free
Harry be? What will be the price? Read on and you�ll find out.

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I�M A SLAVE FOR YOU

�� Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and
Wizardry soon became a little empty and quiet as most of the students have
returned to their homes to make use of the semester break to party and relax
and do whatever teenagers do best. The only ones staying in Hogwarts were those
who were preparing for the O.W.L. examinations, and the lot of them was mostly
seated in the library cramming their heads off with as much information as
possible, which included the Old Married Couple Hermione Granger and Ronald.

�� Due to Hermione and Ron�s situation,
Harry was temporarily free from his nightly speech, reading and writing
classes, but occasionally Hermione and Ron (and sometimes Draco whenever
possible) gave him some new books to read and practice his speech on his own. They
have heard from Harry personally in one of their nightly classes before the
semester break began that Albus and Severus were
going forward for their task to free Harry. Despite the fact that the Old
Married Couple were happy for the boy and gave him countless reassurance that
no harm will come to Severus (obviously they did not know the true procedure of
freeing a slave), they could not lift Harry�s spirit. Not
even Draco, in one of their secret meetings in the prefects� bathroom, could
persuade the boy to see the brighter side of things, and Harry refusing to meet
up with Severus even when Albus allowed it or Harry
refusing to even look at the Potions Master in the eye was not helping the
situation. Albus had an idea that the discussion
about Severus wanting to free Harry did not go well, and he tried to break the
cold shoulder Harry was giving Severus by deliberately giving him more chores
that involved helping Severus out in the lab, but Harry continued to give the
older man the silent treatment and just did everything that he was asked
wordlessly and with no eye-contact.

�� Finally, when Albus
checked the calendar to see that it was about 3 days since semester break
started and that he had pretty much finished everything that he had required to
do, he gathered the necessities he needed for his trip to the slavery business
and made a firecall to Severus� office.

�� Severus? Severus Snape?�

�� Yes, Albus?� Severus poked in, being that he had just
finished marking the students� essays.

�� I think it�s about time we get
going. The sooner we get it done, the better,� Albus
advised. At that moment, Harry had just come out of his room after cleaning up
and saw Albus chatting with Severus in the fire. The poor
boy�s heart ached at upon seeing his beloved�s face in the fire, the memory of
their discussion a few weeks ago still fresh in his mind.

�� Yes, you�re right, I suppose,� Severus
sighed. As much as he wanted to go through this, part of him was still having
second thoughts. �I will meet you in front of the school. It is better that
Harry not see me right now.�

�� I see you,� Harry muttered
grudgingly within earshot, though his words were directed more towards Albus than Severus to make it like he was still in silent
terms with Severus, before walking out of the office to do his chores for the
day.

�� Oh dear,� Albus
lamented. �Still giving you the cold shoulder, I presume?�

�� You could say that. I still have a
book of his that he forgotten when he ran out on me after I broke the news to
him.�

�� Oh? What is it?�

�� Little Red Riding Hood,� Severus
held up the book for Albus to see. He had not given
back the book to the boy. The time was still not right.

�� Ah, a lovely children�s
book. I used to know the writers. The Muggles
tend to domesticate it a little too much though. We know it didn�t happen the
way the Muggles wrote it. Anyways, we�ll go straight
after lunch.�

�� Yes, sir,� Severus replied, though
he preferred not to eat.

�� Soon, after lunch, they met up at
the entrance of Hogwarts. Argus Filch the caretaker was there to open the gates
and prepare the carriage for them. Albus was there
first, Severus came about 10 minutes later.

�� All set, Severus?�

�� Yes.�

�� We will be back a little later,
Argus,� Albus said to Filch as he and Severus entered
the carriage. �I have left Minerva and Hagrid in
charge of the school while we�re gone. If anyone asks, tell them we are running
a little errand for the Ministry. Very hush-hush business.�

�� Yes, Headmaster,� Filch said as he
helped them close the door of the carriage and signaled the carriage driver to
make a move on.

�� From the Astronomy Tower
where Harry was sweeping the floor and dusting the star-viewing equipment, the
boy was able to get a full view of the school carriage leaving the school
grounds. Ron and Hermione were there at the tower as well to accompany Harry
while he did his chores, books and parchments for notes-taking never leaving
their laps. They could tell from the solemn looks the two professors exchanged
with each other as they entered the carriage that they were on their way to
discuss matters with whoever was in charge of enslaving Harry and his fellow
colleagues about the matter.

�� I wonder why they didn�t choose to Apparate,� Hermione commented as the carriage went further and
further away. �It would�ve been so much easier.�

�� Maybe they want to conserve their
energy,� Ron suggested. �I heard that Apparating is
tough stuff and drains your energy. The further the destination, the more it�ll
suck up your energy. I wouldn�t want to end up collapsing face first on the
ground out of exhaustion if I were either of their ages.�

�� Where did you hear that sort of
nonsense?�

�� Uh�Fred and George�?�

�� Hermione rolled her eyes. It was so
typical of her fianc�e to fall for such stupid rumours.
Sometimes she wondered why she loved him at all, but probably it was Ron�s
gullibility that drew her in. Seeing Harry looking longingly and sadly at the disappearing
carriage, Hermione asked, �You OK, Harry?�

�� Harry nodded unconvincingly.

�� You ain�t
gonna say goodbye to em, Har?�

�� Harry hesitated for a long moment
before shaking his head indignantly and muttered, �No. Dun wanna.�

�� With that the boy left the tower hastily,
leaving the Old Married Couple giving each other a pitied and dismayed look.

--:--

�� The ride felt like forever as the
carriage took them all the way to Diagon Alley. The duo
traveled in near-silence, with Albus chattering about
nothing in particular and Severus nodding and responding to his conversation
with no more than one syllable, not that the old Headmaster minded. In fact, it
got him even more animated and talkative, and despite the fact that the
conversation was one-sided, the old man seemed to enjoy himself, as if whatever
they have been conversing throughout the journey was very meaningful.

�� His eyes focused out the window,
Severus finally spoke up, �I want Harry to have everything of mine if I die.�

�� Let�s not go into that, Severus.
You�re not sure what�s going to happen,� Albus said
as he tried to keep up the cheerful mood.

�� Yes, I know, and that�s why I want
it. Everything is set. I already had my will drawn up the day before yesterday,
so if it happens that I don�t survive, Albus, you
know what to do.�

�� Alright. I�ll
see to it that the Ministry follows it. They cannot contest with Legal Affairs.
They�ll have to follow your will, you can count on
that, no matter how big a grudge they have against you. That�s the biggest
weakness the Ministry has: bureaucracy. Everything has to follow to rule in
their system.�

�� Good. That will ensure my pet will
be taken care of.�

�� Are you sure you want to do this?� Albus asked. �I know you have other servants in your home that
would tear off their limbs for you. I�m sure they can help you run the errand.�

�� To be honest, I am a little bit
hesitant about this,� Severus admitted. �But Harry would never forgive me if I sent
anyone else to die for him. He loved each and every one of my household
members, no matter how badly they behaved towards him in the past�I know some
of my hired help are less than pleased to have him around back then�and he was
already upset enough that I am doing this. Besides, how can I
prove my sincerity if I asked someone to do my dirty work?�

�� You have a point there. I do wish
you would come back in one piece though�ah! We�re here.�

�� Just as Albus
said it, they soon found themselves staring at the carriage port of Diagon
Alley. Telling the driver to wait for them, they
got off the carriage and made their way into the sea of people, nodding and greeting
anyone who recognized them (Albus being the one doing
most of the greeting, though). Following the Potions Master�s lead, Albus entered Knockturn Alley and
walked quite a long way past dirty ragamuffins and troughs of beggars,
street-wise crooks and ugly men and women in general, eyeing them with greedy
looks, until he and Severus found themselves entering a small town which looked
much cleaner and more high-classed than the ones they walked past, but still
darker nonetheless. Soon they were standing in front of Obsidian Multi-Purpose
Hall, where Severus� new lease of life had begun.

�� Entering the hall, they soon came
across a woman who was cleaning up the bar of its glasses and refilling the
booze into its respective bottles with her wand. There were a few other people
in there cleaning up the hall and rearranging the tables and chairs, and by the
looks of it, someone must�ve used this hall last night for some sort of
celebration. Judging by the way she did her magic, they could tell that she was
a warlock. Albus flashed a professional smile at the
woman and approached her.

�� Excuse me,
can I speak to the manager of this hall, please?�

�� Do you have an appointment?� the
woman asked, looking at him with her piercing blood-red eyes as she flicked her
long dark-brown curly tresses lazily with her dainty fingers.

�� No, unfortunately, but do tell him it�s
urgent. It�s regarding �the business transaction� my friend here had with him.�

�� The woman gave both the old
Headmaster and the Potions Master a skeptical look before rolling her eyes
tiredly and muttered �Fine� before walking all the way to the back of the hall.
A few minutes later, she came back and pointed with her slim index finger at
the direction where she came from, �He will see you now. Go all the way back,
then through the first door you see, down the hall and to your left. If you see
a fat guard walking about, tell them Illust sent you
here.�

�� Thank you very much, young lady,� Albus said, getting a grunt as a reply before he gestured
Severus to come along.

�� As the duo followed her direction,
they could distinctively hear a very far-away and very
muffled echoes of voices that were only appropriate for adults� ears. They could
only assume that they have pretty much entered the heart of the slavery business
and that those voices were of those poor souls being trained to perfection to
serve their future masters every whim and fancy. They couldn�t really pin-point
where exactly did the voices come from, but they assume it could come from
underground, hidden from the public eyes and ever evading the authorities
because of its illegal nature. As the woman predicted, a guard almost the size
of half of Hagrid was patrolling past them. Albus told the inquiring guard what the woman advised them
to tell him and soon nodded, leaving them alone. Seeing their faces, he could
tell that they have heard the echoes and quickly took out his wand to cast a
Silencing Charm. Apparently, it was a routine for him to double-check if any of
the �training lessons� were leaking out of the walls and it was his job to
silence it so that no feds who come checking could hear their underground trade,
and it seemed the charm had worn off and it was his cue to cast it again.

�� Soon, they found themselves standing
in front of the office that bore the name �Jefferson Underhill:
Hall Manager�. After rapping on it a few times, Albus
heard the welcome call and entered it. Sitting on the table smoking a Cuban
cigar was an Asian man whose wild hair reminded Severus of Sirius,
only that his hair was shoulder-length and in chopped layers. His eyes
were big and clever, almost like a pair of cat eyes, and his skin was tan. He had
a smile that could make many men and women swoon and had a rather straight
nose. Despite the suit he was wearing and a bit of stubble here and there on
his chin, his facial features almost resembled a seventh-year student, like a
child in a grown-up�s body.

�� Ah, good day, sirs,� he greeted as
he stood up in a height that could match an average basketball player to shake Albus and Severus� hands. Gesturing them to sit down, he
continued, �Master Snape, what a pleasant surprise to
see you here! I remember you buying off Harry James Potter from me almost a
year ago. I hope my merchandize is to your satisfactory.�

�� Yes, but as of
late, due to certain circumstances, he was taken away from me. But that is
not why we are here.�

�� Oh dear, how unfortunate,� Jefferson replied, but his voice was not as sincere as
his face seemed to be. �Ministry problems, I presume? A few of my clients in
the past had that sort of problems. So how may I help you? Persuade the
Ministry to �let bygones be bygones�, perhaps?�

�� As much as I wish so, that would
not be necessary,� Severus cleared his throat before continuing, �I wish to
free him.�

�� Jefferson kept quiet for a while, giving Severus the �Ah,
here comes another one� look before leaning back and took a drag of his cigar
and asked, �Oh? And why should I? He�s just getting started on bringing in the
dough since I bought him when he was 10 years old, coming to 11 at the time. He�s
got potential.�

�� Albus tried to keep a straight face as he listened in to
all this, but inside he was disgusted.

�� He
is not going to be sold, again, Mr. Underhill,� Severus replied. �I am sorry to
inform you on that. He deserves to be free and I intend to do so for him.�

�� Well,
I must be honest with you, Master Snape, that this is
not the first time people like you coming over here all self-righteous asking
to free their slaves, only to find they ain�t got the
guts for it.�

�� Trust
me, sir, you do not know me.�

�� And
that, sire, is not the first time I�ve heard before. But, since you
insist, I�ll give you a shot. I always give my clients chances.�

�� Just
name your terms, Mr. Underhill,� Albus said, �and we
will be on our way.�

�� Severus
nodded in agreement. He came prepared for anything, and was ready for anything Jefferson can throw at him. After considering his options
for a moment, Jefferson accio-ed
a file from his cabinet and displayed its contents on the table, which included
Harry�s photograph. As the young manager looked through the paperwork, the duo
stole a look at the photograph. It was a picture of Harry totally stripped down
bare and had a leash with a long chain that was attached to some sort of
railing, staring at whoever was taking his picture in fear. In the picture,
they could see him trembling, with numerous bruises and a few cuts and scraps
all over his body as he tried unsuccessfully to cover his nether regions. They could
tell from his jade-green eyes in the picture that he was horrified to be there,
hoisted from his familiar Muggle background into a
world so strange to him, and that sent a jolt of sour-ish
pain through their hearts. Severus felt like he was willing to give his entire
fortune just to find the person who took this picture so that he could torture
him into a slow and painful death.

�� Well,
he is new, and he�s born from a pretty good breed. He should have a fetching
price. Let�s see�� Jefferson muttered as he
tapped his chin, his eyes still fixated on the paperwork before him,
considering the price.

�� Severus
clenched a fist, struggling to hold back a punch. Whispering to Albus, he hissed, �This man is making Harry sound like a piece
of meat or and animal! I won�t stand for this!�

�� Albus did not reply, but gave him a �Calm down� look. It was
best that they remained on the manager�s good side if they want to cut this
deal.

�� I
assume you know how we do deals on freeing slaves, right?� Jefferson
finally voiced out.

�� We
have been informed, yes,� Albus replied, with Severus
nodding in reply.

�� Well
then, then I don�t need to explain how it works. I�ll just get straight to the
point. For his price, I want you to get me the eye of a dragon. And not just any dragon. I want the Norwegian Ridgeback.�

�� That�s
absurd. It�s too much just to free a slave!� Albus
protested.

�� That
boy is the best addition we have,� Jefferson retorted.
�Because of him, customers have been rolling in for a while. I mean, he�s the
son of the community prot�g�. I won�t lie to you; I know of his parents�
background. James Potter and Lily Evans, right? Before I was in this business, I
used to be a fellow member of his father�s Quidditch
team, and he and his wife are like the darling of the society, the sweetheart
of the Ministry and the saint of the public. It was no wonder they have made a
lot of enemies and green-eyed monsters, me included, and that crazy mass
murderer Tom Riddle. Even when we concealed his scar, quite a number of them
are still able to recognize the boy as their child, and I was astonished that
he was even able to stoop so low as to be sold into my business. Everyone loves
a prot�g�s kid, especially when they�ve diminished into such a low level as a
sex slave. It turns them on to see their demise.�

�� I see,�
Severus replied, fighting the urge to shove his foot into the man�s mouth. �How
long have I got?�

�� Oh,
it�s alright, take all the time you need. We can wait. But,� Jefferson warned as
he leaned back in his chair, �if you don�t show up by the end of this year, I�ll
have to assume you failed and your life expired, and we will have to take back
our merchandize, regardless whoever you transfer the temporary ownership of him
to while you�re gone.�

�� Very
well, I agree to the terms,� Severus nodded, smiling inwardly to himself as he
remembered the will he had drawn out and Albus�
promise to fulfill it.

�� A
dragon�s eye, you say?� Albus confirmed the price.

�� Norwegian
Ridgeback dragon�s eye, if you please,� Jefferson
stressed.

�� Alright then. We will bring the eye for you. Make sure you
prepare all necessary documents for Harry�s release.�

�� I�ll
be waiting,� Jefferson agreed, a sarcastic smile spread across his tan face.

�� We
will see ourselves out,� Severus got off the chair and left the room, not even
looking back at Jefferson�s fake professional
wave goodbye, with Albus following behind him.

�� The nerve of him. Asking us to get such an outrageous
payment! If he had asked for a mermaid�s song or a centaur�s bow and arrow, I�d
be glad to get it for you, since we have it just right at school at our
disposal, but this��

�� That�s
the whole point of their terms of release,� Severus sighed as he led the old
Headmaster out of the hall and out of Knockturn
Alley. �It was not meant to be easy. I will leave first thing tomorrow morning.�

�� Very
well then, Severus, since you have already made up your mind to do it,� Albus said as they finally reached the carriage port and
mounted the carriage, signaling to the driver who was enjoying a pint and a
smoke with his friends to get going. �I will have your replacement from the
Ministry in the meantime. I�ll tell them that I sent you on an urgent confidential
errand.�

�� Thank
you,� Severus said as he felt the carriage began to move slowly away from Diagon Alley. �I hope to have this done by the end of
school.�

�� Hopefully. Would you like some assistance in your quest?�

�� No.
It is my task and mine alone, Albus.� The last thing
the Potions Master wanted was to have anyone involved.

�� I
think you need assistance. I can give Hagrid for you.
He�s good with creatures of such nature. I mean, he is, after all, our
professor for Care for Magical Creatures subject.�

�� No, Albus. Just me.�

�� I must
insist. You�re almost like a son to me. If you have to die, at least you won�t
die alone.�

�� Severus
sighed, tired of arguing but still adamant to his decision to be a lone ranger
in this, �I am fine, Albus. Please let me do this
alone.�

�� Albus shrugged in defeat, knowing that he couldn�t persuade
the Ice King of Hogwarts even if he were to be cast an Imperius
Curse, �At least say goodbye to the boy. He deserves it.�

�� He
will just run away. I still have his book though. Maybe I could talk to him using
the book as an excuse�if he would still want to see my face.�

�� He
deserves to see you, even if it�s for the last time. You don�t want to let him
think you don�t care, do you?�

�� Yes.
I guess I will come tonight,� Severus replied as he could finally see the tower
of Hogwarts coming into view, hoping to gods of all religion that Harry would
at least grant him that much of a visit.

--:--

�� Harry
yawned and stretched as he finally finished his chores for the day. As he made
his way back to the office and to his room to retire for the day, the words of
persuasion and encouragement from Hermione, Ron and Draco came raining down in
his mind about Severus� wish to free him.

�� He
wants what�s best for you, Harry�He loves you very, very much to do this�

�� No
master would ever wanna sacrifice himself just to
free you, lad� Ya don�t have to worry about that ol� bat�

�� Uncle
Sev will be alright, I�m sure of it. He�s a tough guy�If
he can survive an explosion in the lab, I don�t see
why he couldn�t survive this�

�� Harry
groaned and wiped those imaginary speech bubbles off his head as he spoke the
password and went to his room, bidding Albus, who was
at his desk writing as usual, good night. As he took off his usual work clothes
and stared at the wardrobe wondering which night clothes to wear for tonight,
he contemplated on whether he was a little too harsh on his judgment on Severus�
actions. He knew that he was only doing this for the best of both of them. If he
were to be free, he didn�t have to worry about obeying anyone�s orders unless necessary
and he didn�t have to worry all the time about when Lucius
would pop out of nowhere to fuck him blind. If he were free, he could finally
date Severus as a normal couple just like Hermione and Ron, with Albus� consent, of course. And probably Draco was right: he
was overstating his worries about Severus getting killed. The blonde had told
him that the lab had suffered more explosion than the Muggles
doing nuclear test bombing back in the Cold War, and Severus had lived to tell
the tale about it, so what are the odds of him dying out there to fight for his
freedom? Besides, according to Draco, no one has ever successfully free a slave
before and Severus was willing to beat the odds, so why not give him the credit
for sticking his neck out for him? Does that not prove that he loved him so
much that he was willing to do anything? But still, the thought of the
unthinkable still lingered, and that was the last thing he wanted happen to
Severus.

�� While
he was deep in his thoughts, Severus was in his room at the staff hostel,
staring at the ceiling with the child�s book on his lap, having read it for the
past hour over and over again until he could remember the lines by heart. Although
he knew that in the original story, Little Red was given a choice between Path
of Needles or Path of Pins while the wolf beat her to it and killed the
grandmother, then made Little Red eat the leftovers of her grandmother before
asking her to strip naked and lie in bed with him until he was drowned in the
river by a laundress when he discovered Little Red had escaped with the
pretense of going out to pee, it was still fascinating to read how the Muggles tried to pave off all the horrifying gory details
to suit their children�s mindset and hide them from the truth of the fact that
people back then were just as cruel as the ones depicted in those ancient
fairytales. Personally, he thought the Muggle
children should learn the truth just as he and all his childhood friends�if he
had any�did. Finally, unable to stall his visit to Harry any longer, he got up
from his chair and brought the book along with it, making his way to Albus� office. Seeing that the old man was not at his desk
as usual (probably retired for the night), he took a deep breath and went over
to knock on the door to Harry�s room.

�� Grandpa
Albus?� Harry�s voice rang from inside the room. Oh,
how he missed that voice. Inside, Harry was surprised. Albus
had never visited him in his room at such a late night.

�� No,
love, it�s me,� Severus replied. Harry scowled.

�� I no
wan see you. Go away.�

�� Please,
Harry. I have your book. You left it at the Quidditch
field the other day.�

�� Harry
hesitated for a moment. He was wondering where the book had gone to. Finally,
he opened only a crack, pouting, �Gimme
book.�

�� Severus
slid the book through the crack, but held onto the knob, not wanting Harry to
close the door at his face, �Can I talk to you, Harry?�

�� I no
wan to talk to you,� Harry replied indignantly.

�� I am
leaving tomorrow on my quest, Harry. I just want to say good bye, and maybe get
a hug?�

�� Harry
considered for a while, then released his hold on the
door to let him in, still partially naked with only his underwear as he fixated
his gaze at his wardrobe, looking for what to wear for bed. Severus took only
one step inside, afraid that Harry was still grudging over as he bit back a
groan seeing Harry�s delectable body. Ever since he found out about Lucius raping Harry, he had never dared to touch him for
fear of seeing Harry�s traumatized face whenever he tried to get near him like
the last time. As he watched Harry finding what he wanted to wear, which was a
white male-version of a nightgown that ran all the way to his ankles, his will
was struggling to keep his awakening nether regions at bay and forcing the
inner sexual demon back into its cage of self-control. Now is not the time
to think about ravishing the boy, Severus! he
screamed in his head to himself, Focus on what you�re supposed to do, you
dunderhead! Focus!

�� I am
going to release you, Harry. I promise. It will be hard and difficult but I
will.�

�� I no
want you go,� Harry said grudgingly, dressing up in his night clothes and not
looking at him.

�� I
have to, Harry. I am not going to let Lucius or any
other asshole near you.�

�� I
can take care of myself! I no wan u to die for me!�

�� I
will try not to, pet. Just think a few months from now you will be free.�

�� I no
wan be free if u die�� Harry�s voice trailed away, the choked feeling starting
to crawl up his throat.

�� Let�s
focus on the good right now, OK, pet?�

�� Harry
didn�t reply, trying to blink back his tears, knowing that he couldn�t persuade
Severus to change his mind. He wished so badly that it did not have to come to
this, but he knew once his Master had made up his mind, there was no turning
him back from it.

�� May
I have a hug? For good luck?�

�� Finally
relenting, but still not looking directly at him, he turned around to face his
open arms and wrapped his own around his waist, hugging him tight as he tried
in vain to force his tears back. Severus hugged Harry back, taking it all in.
It felt like forever since they were like this in each other�s arms. The small
warmth and the soft feeling of Harry�s tiny arms around him was all that
mattered right now. The rest of the world could just blow up into ashes and
wither in the wind for all he cared; all he ever wanted was right here in his
arms, and he was willing to trade his life for it.

�� I love
you, pet,� Severus whispered.

�� I love
you, Master�� Harry whispered back, trying to hold back his sobs.

�� Severus,
after making sure Albus was really not around, knelt down and kissed Harry softly, savouring
the taste of his rosy-tinted lips. Harry kissed back, his lips trembling as he
tried hard to suppress his cries. Severus stroked his hair with one hand and
wiped the boy�s tears with the other, leaning his forehead against his.

�� Don�t
be scared, love.�

�� I�I
no scared,� Harry allowed the older man to help him wipe away the tears that
fell out of his sparkling jade-green eyes like rain, �I just�no wan you die��

�� Don�t
be,� Severus assured him. �If you believe in me, I will come back.�

�� You
promise?�

�� Yes.�

�� I wait.
I wait for you,� Harry vowed. No matter how long it takes, he will wait for him
to return if that is what his beloved Master had promised.

�� I�ll
be back as soon as I can,� Severus said, then kissed him once more after the
boy nodded. �I need to go, I need rest and so do you.�

�� Before
he could leave, Harry held onto his sleeve with both his thumb and index
fingers, blushing as he looked at the floor, whispering, �Sleep with me.�

�� I can�t,
love. Not without Albus� express permission. If he
saw me in your bed��

�� I no care. I wan u to sleep with me, or I no let u go,�
Harry pouted, still looking at the floor, blushing as he pretended to be very
interested with his toes. Severus chuckled lightly at his expression. It has
been a long while since he saw his pet putting that sort of face. Looking around
again, he stepped fully into the room and closed the door, locking it.

�� Fine,
but if I am caught with you, it�s your hide, not mine.�

�� Harry
giggled and pulled at Severus� sleeve until he was near the bed. Severus reached
down and pulled the covers aside.

�� The
bed is rather small though. We will have to sleep right next to each other,
love.�

�� I no care. I wan sleep with you.�

�� Alright,
pet, alright,� Severus chuckled again as he took off his shoes and outer robes
before getting onto the bed and turned to face Harry, opening his arms to let
the boy sleep in them. Harry quickly nuzzled into Severus� arms, enjoying the
warmth and the scent of mixed potions he was so accustomed to ever since the
first day he was bought and brought into his Master�s manor.

�� I
missed you, love. So much,� Severus whispered as he petted the boy�s ebony-black
unruly hair.

�� Me
too,� Harry replied as he huddled closer in his embrace. Severus kissed the top
of his head and petted him some more.

�� When
I get back, you will have learned complete sentences. We can talk all you want.�

�� Harry
mumbled a sleepy agreement as he slowly fell asleep with his thumb in his
mouth. Apparently he still had not given up the habit of thumb-sucking himself
to sleep even though he had left the manor to live the Hogwarts life.

�� You
are too old for that, my love.�

�� Severus
took the finger out with a silent pop and kissed those lips that just held his
thumb captive gently as he watched him drift into Dreamland before he, too,
succumbed to the World of Slumber.

A/N: Aww�At least this
ended in a rather peaceful note. About the Little Red Riding Hood, it�s true
about how back then Little Red was written. Don�t believe me, go online and
research, or go to Wiki. I was just as equally
shocked to know that was how it was originally written. What will be in store
for Severus? Well, you�ll just have to follow up the next chappies~!
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