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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.

Sorry it has taken so incredibly long to get this posted. I am ridiculously busy all the time and only have time to write randomly. Thanks to everyone who has thus far enjoyed my amateur writing. On to the story�

Chapter 2

Harry surreptitiously watched Severus leave the room. The man was nervous. Harry could smell it, and it made him wary. Deciding there was nothing to do but follow his guardian�s directions; Harry went in search of the washroom.

There was a door, slightly ajar, next to the walkway into the kitchen. Harry decided to try that room first. He almost made it there, when a knock resounded through the room. He turned towards the door that lead to the corridor, but it was already opening. Anxious, Harry dove swiftly behind the sofa, and cautiously peeked around it.

A boy entered the room. He had the brightest orange hair that Harry had ever seen. He was tall, much taller than Harry, and had gangly limbs. His clothing looked worn, but well cared for. He carried several soft looking items in his arms. As he turned and faced the sitting room, Harry noticed the boy had a smattering of freckles on his friendly looking face.

�Hallo?� The boy called out hesitantly and his face contorted in confusion. Harry realized the boy must be looking for him. The boy took a few slow steps into the room. He almost reached the sofa and Harry decided he would have to show himself. He cautiously peaked his head over the top of the sofa and the boy jumped.

�You scared me,� he accused and scowled slightly. Harry just continued to gaze at him and the boy slowly relaxed. �Right,� he announced, �I�m Ron Weasley. I�m supposed to help you with your bath.�

Harry realized the boy, Ron, was nervous. He was rocking back and forth on his heals. Ron seemed nice enough, and he was there to help. Harry could not sense any ill-intent from the boy. Taking a deep breath, he moved slowly from behind the couch. Ron relaxed marginally.

�Follow me, then,� Ron instructed and headed to the door Harry had assumed was the bathroom. Harry followed Ron dutifully. The bath was done in the same tan as the furniture of the sitting room. Harry assumed that Snape must really like the color; he wondered if the bedroom was the same. He shook his head attempting to focus his thoughts. Ron was already busy filling the bath and adding what looked like perfumes to the water.

Harry noticed the walls of the bathroom were tan, along with all the accents, including the towels and fluffy rug that lay in front of the tub. There was a large window above the deep sunk-in tub. Harry gazed out of it longingly. Sighing, he shrugged out of his robe, leaving him in just his shorts, and watched Ron work.

Once Ron finished with the water, he turned back to Harry. Ron blushed a bright red when he saw Harry. Harry thought it looked funny with his very red hair. Ron mumbled something that Harry could not understand then cleared his throat. �Your bath is ready. I brought some clothes for you.� Harry did not understand exactly why Ron was avoiding looking at him. He shrugged and began pulling his shorts off. Ron let out an undignified squeak and quickly left the bathroom, shutting the door behind himself.

Harry stepped into the warm water and sighed in relief. It was nice being able to bathe again. While in prison, he never washed himself. He would wake up every morning and just feel clean. He assumed it was magic. Mostly, Harry was grateful that he was clean. He had discovered pretty quickly after being brought there, that most of the prison�s day to day routine functioned on magic. The chamber-pot magically emptied itself. His room was kept clean, though no one ever came into his cell. His food automatically appeared at certain times in the day and magically disappeared once he had finished.

Harry�s life at the prison was not hard by any means. He vaguely remembered a time before that had been much worse. A large man haunted his dreams sometimes. He remembered feeling very small and terrified. He would wake occasionally covered in a cold sweat and barely breathing. He could still feel the ghostly hands threaded around his neck, cutting off his air supply. Harry understood that things could have been worse, and at one point were.

For all of its comforts, Harry could not find it in himself to be happy. It did not matter how horrible his life had been before. The confinement of the prison alone drove Harry mad. He was unsure why, but the outside world called to him. At times, he heard the voices of the guards in the corridor. No one ever came to see him though. Knowing they were out there agitated Harry deeply. He would pace the length of his room for hours, hoping that someone would come. Harry had given up that hope long ago, when suddenly everything changed. He was free from the prison. If the man, Snape, was to be believed, he would not be forced to return. Harry only wondered what the price of his freedom would mean in the end.

As Severus stepped out of his room, he breathed out a deep sigh of relief. It was a second later that he was moving through the halls of the castle towards his Lord�s private study. He could not help contemplating the reason behind the boy�s presence. The question had been plaguing his mind since he was assigned this mission. What did the Lord want with the boy? Perhaps his curiosity would be satisfied today.

He passed several servants on his way, all of which quickly ducked out of his way. Finally, he reached the corridor to the Lord�s private rooms. Several guards were milling about outside the door, while a couple of nobles were awaiting an audience with the Lord. The guard standing closest to the door eyed him for a second before waving him forward. As he opened the door, Severus took a deep breath and entered the room.

The large ornate fireplace stood to his right, currently unlit. Severus could not help glancing into the emerald eyes of the large snake carved into stone. It never failed to send a mental shiver down his spine. It was well known that their Lord was a descendant of Salazar Slytherin, and the heir shared in his ancestor�s obsession with snakes. Purposely turning away, he glanced to the other side of the room. Sunlight poured in from the large windows that lined the entire wall. It had a beautiful view of the grounds and country side beyond.

Severus focused his gaze on the man sitting behind the large mahogany desk. Dark hair covered his eyes as he was bent slightly forward, obviously focused on a stack of official looking papers. The broad shoulders were hunched slightly. Severus thought he looked unapproachable and somewhat intimidating. The Lord made it a habit of appearing intense, Severus knew. The people of Slytherin, along with the other kingdoms, feared him, yet they yearned for his control. He was well known for being fair towards his people, yet harsh on those who opposed him. Severus stood in front of the desk, waiting patiently to be acknowledged. No one interrupted the Lord.

After what seemed like an age to Severus, the Lord looked up. Severus� eyes locked with his Lord�s. The deep brown eyes were rimmed with a blood red. The Lord�s eyes were well known throughout the world. Many could not, or would not, meet their gaze for longer than a second. Severus bowed briefly and murmured a quiet and respectful, �My Lord.�

The Lord nodded briefly towards the chairs situated in front of the desk and settled back in his own armchair, regarding Severus coolly. Severus sat and was hard pressed not to fidget. �Your mission was a success?� The Lord�s voice was deep and commanding. A simple question, yet the tone brooked no room for hesitation.

�Yes, my Lord,� Severus replied. The Lord�s mouth curved into a satisfied smirk. Severus continued, �He is currently in my chambers. I sent Weasley in to help him bathe.�

The Lord sat back and with a look of consternation on the chiseled features, before he relaxed a second later. �Good, good, Severus. I want to meet the boy,� the Lord announced. �Not yet, though,� he mused, �I want to observe him for a bit first.� He lapsed into a contemplating silence. Severus did not interrupt, but he was even more curious about the boy�s importance.

The Lord got up and paced to the window. He stared out onto the grounds still in silence. �I want you to be in charge of the boy for now Severus,� he instructed. Severus just barely contained his sigh. Wonderful, he thought, even more time wasted with the brat.

�Yes, my Lord,� he instead answered dutifully.

�Take him outside, let him explore the grounds, but don�t allow him to wander off. I will personally find a tutor for him, but until then, just make sure he is comfortable and content with the palace. He is your main priority for the moment.�

The Lord turned and gazed into Severus� eyes, making it clear how important this trust meant.

�I understand.�

So that�s the second chapter, I know, kinda short. I wanted to make it longer but I thought that was a better stopping point. Plus I might never have finished. Anyway, I�ll try and get out the next chapter as soon as possible. Like I said though, between school, work, volleyball, and my mostly pitiful social life, I�m pretty busy. Hope yall enjoyed!
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