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Life as I know it	By : BlindedHP Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 75983 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Title: Life as I know it
Summary: AU! Harry is not the boy everyone expected he'd be when he first entered Hogwarts. This fic is Snarry slash with Snape as Harry's Dominant
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Harry Potter related. This magical world belongs to JK Rowling and various publishers. No profit is being made from this.
Warnings for the fic: BDSM, dom/sub, Bad Language, non-con, dub-con, sexual situations, master/slave, violence and more
Chapter Warning: This story will NOT follow canon exactly. It will be the same concepts but I will put my own 'encounters' in. Such as 'Who gets petrified when, where and how.'
I'm not Lifestyle myself, this fic is based on what I've read and interpreted from my findings on the net. This is NOT based on facts so do not believe each and every thing pertaining to a BDSM relationship in this fic. It is just my own imagination running wild! :)
Chapter 4 (Posted on 19 Februaury 2015): The care of a master
The hall slowly filled with chattering students. It didn't even seem as if they noticed the lone figure already sitting at one of the tables.
Harry however, didn't care in the least that he had gone unnoticed. The last month had been wonderful with just his Master and a few other professors at school.
He had received his first ever birthday present from his Master and had then been shocked to find a few other presents as well. One from the headmaster – a box of chocolate frogs, two from friends in Hufflepuff – Susan Bones and Justin Finch-Fletchly, both of whom had sent him some other treats. His Master though had given him a wonderful bag which had compartments and bags which sealed itself; for potions ingredients.
The bag was spill proof, water proof, fire proof and just about anything other-proof you could think of. The bag contained about twenty plastic bags in which to seal potions ingredients so as not to mix them with other ingredients.
Harry's ruminations were interrupted when Hermione Granger took her seat beside him. The first of September fell on a Thursday and as such Harry had to sit with the Gryffindors.
The girl made some space for Ronald Weasley who gave Harry a scathing look and then proceeded to ignore him completely for the rest of the welcoming feast.
Hermione it seemed was torn between the two of them and so Harry solved her problem by turning his attention to Neville Longbottom whom had taken the other empty seat next to Harry.
"Hi." They both said softly and then blushed and turned their attention to the headmaster.
Harry looked up at the head table and scanned his eyes over everyone seated there.
There was a new face among the Professors and Harry guessed that it was the new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor.
His Master was seated right at the end of the table and as Harry's eyes landed on him he bit his lip at the disapproving glare he received.
His Master had ordered him to interact more with his fellow students but Harry found it hard to do so.
He always had problems making friends since Dudley would usually go out of his way to make sure that everyone thought Harry was a freak and that his useless cousin should never have friends.
The first years entered the hall after Professor McGonagall and Harry watched attentively as everyone was sorted.
He felt rather out of place as he realized that no one had been placed in apprenticeship this year. He had hoped that the hat would put someone in apprenticeship each year but that didn't seem to happen. Harry felt a bit alone, and left out, knowing that he was the only apprentice in Hogwarts. He just hoped that this year would be better than the last.
Start of term notices were given and Harry was relieved to hear that there was no mention of the third floor corridor this year. That could only mean that there was nothing dangerous there anymore.
Students started to file out of the Great Hall and Harry quickly made his own way through them and down to the dungeons. He whispered the password after making sure that no one was nearby and made his way over to his room.
He had become quite comfortable in his Master's quarters and sat down Indian style on his bed with his latest book open on his lap.
He read for a while and felt confident that he would do well in his Transfiguration class this year. He would do his best so as to please his Master. With Master Vernon he had never received any praise for his efforts but with Master Severus he had come to appreciate the rare moments his Master admitted his pride in Harry.
"Good, you are here. I have your schedule for the next year. It will be mostly the same as last year; classes with every house. You will also, in addition, have extra classes once a week in potions as it is the subject in which you are apprenticing in."
Harry looked up from his book as his Master entered and quickly scooted up in the bed. He had become accustomed to the fact that his Master sat close to him whenever they were alone in their rooms.
It had at first scared Harry a bit – he was so much closer and it would take no effort from his Master to hit him – but Harry had come to love these moments. He no longer feared everything his Master did and actually liked it that his Master wanted to sit close to him. He did not feel so much of a freak when his Master was near him.
Harry reached out and took his schedule from his Master's hands. He quickly scanned the contents and realized that his Master was right; his schedule was mostly like the previous year with the addition of Tuesday night Potions tutoring.
"Thank you Master. The Potions tutoring is with you?"
"Yes it is. Now, I want you in bed early tonight as tomorrow is the first day of classes and as such are usually more tiring after lazing about during the holidays."
"Yes Master, thank you Master."
His Master left the room after tucking the blankets around Harry and Harry smiled at the gesture before closing his eyes in sleep.

"Mr Potter! You will stay behind and clean up the mess you made. Everyone else, out this second!"
Harry bit his lip. He knew why his Master was angry. He also knew that he would have to be truthful or face the consequences.
The door clicked closed behind him and his Master waved his wand before erecting a silencing charm.
"Where has your mind been Mr Potter?! If you had added the bicorn roots before the stem of the mushing mushrooms you could have created an explosion! Be very grateful that I had stopped you before such a fatal mistake. Now, could you please explain to me why you had such difficulty with this potion when just last month you created it flawlessly, blindfolded!"
Harry sucked in great gasps of breath in order to calm his racing heart.
He had really made a very big and grievous mistake and would not have been surprised if his Master decided that he was a lost cause.
"I am sorry Master." Harry whispered. He knew that just and apology would not be enough and so decided to elaborate.
"I have been hearing voices Master. Voices that say vicious things about death and blood and killing. I heard it again while in class Master. It is going to kill, and soon."
Harry didn't know how his Master would respond to such a statement. He knew that most people would think him crazy, would think that he was just seeking more attention. He just hoped that his Master believed him.
Strong hands rested on his shoulder and Harry lifted his head to gauge his Master's response.
"I am not going to do anything to you Harry. While I might be angry about the potion, the fact that you're hearing voices are my main concern. Where did you hear it first? What did it say?"
"Thank you Master. I heard it first a week ago, at the girls bathroom on the second floor. It had basically just been repeating 'blood', 'blood', 'fresh blood' over and over again. Today though, it said something about killing."
His Master was just about to say something when the magnified voice of Professor McGonagall announced that all students should return to their common rooms at once and that the Professors should go to the second floor.
"Go back to our quarters and stay there until I get back. No. Matter. What."
Harry complied without question.

"Is little Potty-head all alone out here?"
Harry spun around as he heard the drawling voice.
"Mr Malfoy."
Draco gave Harry a scathing look.
"What's with all this 'Mr' stuff Potter? Are you perhaps admitting to the fact that I'm far better than you are or are you mocking me?"
Harry looked questioningly at the boy before answering. "I am just giving respect where it is deserved Mr Malfoy."
Draco looked as if he dearly wanted to say something else but just then Professor McGonagall passed them and they went their separate ways.
Harry had to wonder about the boy's behavior. What was so hard to take in about the fact that Harry respected his betters? Did not everyone do so?
He made a mental note to discuss Draco's strange behavior with his Master.
As Harry turned the corner he heard loud wailing and could see that the entire floor had been covered with water.
His Master had not told him what the reason was for Professor McGonagall's summons the previous week but he dearly hoped that it had nothing to do with the sight he found before him now.
Harry had been on his way back to his master's quarters from the library when he had come across the still form of 'Sir Nicholas'. It was no strange thing for a student to come across one of the castle's ghosts but for said ghost to be still as a statue and almost solid looking, that was not normal.
Harry stared at the ghost for another moment before hurrying down to the dungeons.
As Harry had a free period for this last period he knew his Master would still be in class. His mind raced with thoughts as to what to do.
His Master had ordered him to find him whenever he needed him and Harry considered this time as such a need but he had never interrupted his Master's class before.
Biting his lip and hoping beyond hope that his Master would not be too angry with him, he reached out his hand and knocked on the door.
"Enter." His Master did not sound pleased but as Harry had come to realize that he was never pleased when giving class he did not take that as an indication to his Master's mood.
"Professor Snape sir. Could I please have a quick word with you sir?"
The students in the class looked to be fourth or fifth year students and they looked at Harry as if he'd lost his mind. NO-ONE interrupted Snape's classes!
"I hope for your sake that this is urgent Potter for if I find that you are wasting my time you will find yourself in detention for a week!"
"Yes sir, I understand sir."
His Master gave him a once over before turning back to the class.
"You will continue with the potion I have assigned. I will be just outside and if I hear as much as a whisper you will have a ten foot essay to deliver tomorrow morning before breakfast."
With that said his Master turned back to Harry and quickly ushered him out of the classroom.
"What is it Harry. You do not look hurt so why have you interrupted my class?"
"I am sorry Master but I did not know what else to do." Harry bowed his head. He had done the wrong thing. Why did he always do the wrong thing?
"Harry, look at me. I am not angry or disappointed in you. I only wish to know why you have interrupted my class."
His master's voice had a hint of impatience in it and so Harry hastened to explain.
"I was on my way back to your quarters Master when I saw 'Sir Nicholas'. He's frozen in place Master! I could almost touch him so real he looked."
Master Severus had gone a bit pale but he quickly regained his composure.
"It is "He is", not "He's". Remember you should always pronounce each word clearly." Severus said sternly before focusing on the matter at hand.
"Where did you see him Harry. Take me to him immediately."
They quickly made their way through the corridors and up the stairs until they came upon 'Sir Nicholas'.
Harry looked questioningly at his Master as he cursed under his breath but Master Severus shook his head.
"No time to explain Harry. Thank you for informing me. I will levitate him to the Hospital Wing and see what can be done for him. Return to our quarters and wait until I get there. Understood?"
"Yes Master."
Harry hurried down the corridor in the opposite direction they had come from and stopped dead in his tracks as he saw the message on the wall.
"Professor Snape!" He called out loudly and hoped that his Master heard him.
Soft footfalls alerted him to the fact that he had been heard and he looked behind him to find his Master's gaze fixed on the wall in front of them.
"The first was a beloved pet; this was a dead man who would suffer no permanent effects. Next time you will not be so lucky and will lose a life."
The message was written in blood and Harry turned his head away when he had finished reading it for the second time.
He felt his Master right behind him and could no longer refuse himself the comfort he had sought after for years.
He turned around completely and laid his head on his Master's chest. The idea of a life being taken, the life of a school child, made Harry sick to the stomach.
He did not stay in his Master's robes for long though and had barely let his head rest on the strong chest before he pulled away again.
"Last week, when Professor McGonagall ordered everyone to the common rooms. Something like this happened then as well?" Harry's voice was soft but his Master heard him nonetheless.
"Yes Harry. Last week Mrs Norris had been petrified. She is not dead though and Professor Sprout is working on raising some Mandrakes to use in the potion to cure her."
"I do not want you worrying overly much about this. We will talk more this evening but now, I want you to return to our quarters and read one of the books on the third or fourth row of books until I get back. Get your mind off of this and on something interesting but less painful."
"Yes Master." Harry's voice was still soft and his footfalls even softer as he made his way back to his Master's quarters.

Harry stared at the front page of the 'Daily Prophet' in shock. He had known everything in the article of course, his Master had explained it to him but to see it on the front page of a newspaper was something else entirely.
The picture which had been taken was black and white but even so, you could almost feel that the message had been written in blood.
"Enemies of the heir beware. The Chamber of Secrets has been opened."
In front of the words dangled a small shape which Harry now knew was Mrs Norris.
How the Prophet had even found out abut the incident was still a mystery but that didn't worry Harry so much as the whispers now flowing through the hall.
He could practically see the wheels turning in Hermione Granger's head and knew that she would want to get to the bottom of this.
Harry turned his head to the head table and made eye contact with his Master.
The man's face looked drawn but he just shook his head at the silent question Harry sent.
The hall quickly emptied of students and Harry felt himself being dragged along with the flow.
The voice which had been plaguing Harry for months had been quiet for a while now but instead of making him feel better it made Harry nervous and apprehensive.
He had seen Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley entering the girls' bathroom on the second floor a few times and had even taken out his father's invisibility cloak to follow them once. He had found Miss Granger bent over a cauldron with Mr Weasley reading a Quidditch magazine behind her.
He recognized the potion as the Polyjuice Potion which they would only be learning in fifth year and had wondered what the two second year children were doing with such a potion.
Harry debated on telling his Master about it but had decided that he did not want the whispers of 'tattle-tale' to return and as such he left them to their own devices.
Now Harry was beginning to regret that decision. Hermione Granger had been petrified the previous week and Ron Weasley was in such a state of shock that he had been ordered to the Hospital Wing until further notice.
Standing in the middle of the girls' bathroom with a ghost hovering behind him had not been Harry's idea of an ideal way to spend his time.
"You are certain that you saw someone disappearing behind these basins?" Harry asked for the fifth time in half an hour.
It did not make any sense. How could someone just disappear into thin air? It was not possible to apparate within Hogwarts as Harry had read in 'Hogwarts: A History' and so the only other explanation was that someone else owned an invisibility cloak or there was a secret passageway somewhere around the basins.
"Yes Harry! I've told you a million times, the person just disappeared, 'pooff'!" Moaning Mertle wailed at Harry and then accused him of calling her a liar before she rushed head first into a toilet.
Harry turned back to the basin he was facing and wondered if some kind of password would open it up. He remembered reading a story when he was younger about a man opening a cave or something.
"Open Sesame" Harry said as he faced the basin.
Creaking and cracking sounds sprung forth before he had even started on the second word.
Harry watched in fascination as a hole formed in front of him and despite any misgivings he had, he sprang down the hole.
If a student had been taken down there and was in danger, and no one knew, then Harry had to make sure the person was safe.
He had to open some other passageways again and every time he used the same 'password'.
Coming face to face with a young boy around fifteen years of age had not been what he expected.
Especially not finding said boy hovering over a young girl who had to be a first year.
Harry tried to get the boy to help him with the girl but instead the boy started speaking about being such a great wizard and how no baby should have been able to defeat him.
Everything happened so fast after that that Harry only realized exactly what was happening when something sharp pierced his arm.
Harry stared down at the protruding fang and then looked at the big snake lying dead in front of him.
The boy was moving once again and Harry could see that he was attempting to pick up the book which had fallen just beside the young girl.
The boy's hands went right through the book however and Harry realized with a start that the boy was not real, not yet.
The book seemed important to him and on impulse Harry picked it up and ripped a few pages out. The boy faltered a bit but then laughed at Harry and said that the book 're-grew' it's own pages and could not be destroyed that easily.
It was rather foolish of the boy to give so much away but Harry didn't ponder on that. He quickly lifted up the fang in his hand and as his own injury pushed him to his knees he let the book fall to the floor before plunging the fang right through the cover and into the book.
As Harry watched the boy disappear before his eyes he felt his own strength give out and just repeated two words over and over in his head.
"Help me, help me, help me."

"Did you not hear me when I expressly forbid you from going off on some foolish adventure again like last year? Did you think that you could deal with a monster that had petrified two people and a cat on your own? Do you really have so little trust in me that you did not see fit to come to me for help?"
Harry had long since given in to the impulse of letting his tears flow and as his Master continued ranting he just let it flow faster and harder.
His Master was right. He had not thought. He had jumped head first into a situation he knew nothing about and had continued even when he realized that he could be in danger.
"I am sorry Master. I did not think. I remember your orders from last year but at the time I had not thought of it."
"I will tell you again then. You will NOT go on any life threatening adventures again. You will inform me of ANY oddity you find even if I am fast asleep with a panther guarding me. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes Master." Harry whispered and bowed his head.
"How you even managed to defeat a grown basilisk is beyond me. You were very lucky that the explosion curse you used worked on his head. If his mouth had not been open at the time you would certainly have failed as basilisk scales are mostly immune to magic.
Fawkes got to you just in time to save you. Miss Weasley had been hysterical after waking and finding you lying beside her, half dead."
"I myself only found out about the incident after you had been taken to the hospital wing."
"Do you have any idea what went through my head when the headmaster informed me that you were in a critical condition in the hospital wing?"
Harry lowered his head again and shook it. No he had no idea. No one had ever really cared about him, cared if he was hurt or even alive.
His Master took a few deep breaths before continuing.
"I have found myself becoming rather attached to you Mr Potter. You have proven yourself to be a rather likable person and I have begun to care for you. I care about you Harry. Not about The-boy-who-lived, not about Harry James Potter son of James Potter but about you. Harry, just Harry."
Harry had lived with his Master for two years now and he knew how difficult it was for the man to express himself. That he had done so, that he had said what he just said, to Harry, meant more to him than the words itself.
"You will write down everything you have learned from this adventure of yours and what you could have done differently. I want at least two pages by tomorrow. Tomorrow evening you will return here directly after the leaving feast and you will wait for me in your room.
You will not be absolved from your punishment like last year. Last year you had not known my wishes and had not been expressly forbidden from going on such an adventure. This year, you disobeyed my direct order and you will be punished. Is that clear?"
"Yes Master. Thank you Master." Harry said and then made his way to his room after being dismissed and started working on his 'first punishment'. The papers due tomorrow.

Severus sat down hard on his favorite couch.
Harry had just left for the Leaving Feast after giving Severus his papers on what he had learned from his adventure. The boy had actually written four pages full and Severus found himself proud of everything Harry had written.
The boy seemed to have realized that what he had done was wrong and that he could have done so many things differently.
The words began to swim before Severus's eyes as he thought back to when Dumbledore had just informed him of Harry's condition. Severus had felt his heart lift into his throat and had choked out some or other response to Albus.
He had been beyond relieved to find Harry sleeping in the hospital wing when he first entered. That relief turned to horror however, when he heard what had happened.
The intensity of his own feelings scared him and Severus had returned to his own chambers without further a word.
He had known from the beginning of their relationship that this would happen but it didn't prepare him for the intensity of his emotions. He cared about Potter. He really truly cared about the boy and what happened to him.
Severus rose from his seat as his clock scolded him about being late for the feast and made his way to the Great Hall.
The hour it took to get through dinner and End of Term notices felt like an eternity to Severus.
Ravenclaw was once again awarded the house cup even though Slytherin had won the Quidditch cup.
Students slowly made their way back to their dorms and some even said their goodbyes to those not in their own house as they would not have the opportunity to do so the next day.
Severus made his way back to his dungeon and as he entered his quarters he found Harry standing with his head bowed behind Severus's favorite chair.
The boy had looked dejected the whole day and it was tugging at Severus's heart strings.
Walking slowly and quietly over to his charge Severus wrapped his arms around the boy from behind. Harry tensed in his arms before relaxing minutely.
"I am sorry for being a bit harsh yesterday Harry but I did not know how else to get the fact that I care for you across to you. I care a great deal for you and would not like to hear that anything happened to you."
Harry slowly turned and buried his head in Severus's chest as his frame began to wrack with sobs.
Severus just held the boy tightly. He knew that it would take Harry a while to come to terms with the fact that someone cared for him. That someone worried about what happened to him.
Severus wondered in the back of his mind how Harry would react to someone's love.
The thought that he might be the first to ever express that emotion to Harry both scared him and filled him with hope.
He could come to love Harry, he was already half way there if he was honest with himself.
End Chapter 4
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