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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: This fic is BDSM. Harry is not the boy that everyone expects him to be when he first enters Hogwarts. This fic is Snarry slash with Snape as Harry's Dom.
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: BDSM, dom/sub, non-con, dub-con, sexual situations, master/slave, chan, violence and some more that I can't think of right now.
AN: Thank you everyone for the reviews. I really appreciate all the feedback! BAFan, thank you for your suggestions, I have corrected the mistakes, please feel free to continue doing so :)
Chapter 7 (Posted on 23 February 2015): The marks we bear
Harry sat on his bed, anxiously awaiting his Master. His thoughts drifted back to the happenings of the previous day. No matter how many times he thought back on it, he could honestly not think of a way he could have done things differently, while achieving the same results in the same period of time. To first have gone to his Master and worked out another way to go about things, would have resulted in time lost and it could have been too late for Sirius.
The same conclusion was reached should he have gone to any of the other Professors. No, he still maintained that he had done the right thing, at the right time.
Convincing his Master of that was entirely another problem. His Master has expressed his opinion on the matter and stated that although he was proud that Harry had made his own decisions, and stood up for himself, he had disobeyed his Master and that was not to be tolerated.
His musings were interrupted by the opening of his door and Harry looked up as his Master entered.
Harry had somewhat expected his Master to be clasping another blindfold and rope to tie his hands down, but as he entered, Harry realized that his Master was bare handed.
"I believe that it is not trust in myself that you are lacking Harry, but obedience. You do well while we are in normal situations and when we are together. You've never failed to do exactly as I say, when I say it, but as soon as I tell you not to do something, it seems that you opt to try my patience rather than obey my wishes."
"Understand Harry that I'm not doing this to punish you or to keep you from having fun. There are a lot of other ways in which you can have fun, but if it puts your life in danger then I will not tolerate any disobedience. I am here to take care of you, to look out for your well being and to be there for you when you need me most but also when you don't need me. I am here to keep you from any foolish acts which might result in you endangering yourself. You may not like it Harry, but the fact of the matter is that you mean more to me than Black or any other person in this school. If I have to choose between your safety and that of another, I choose you."
What Master Severus was saying made sense but it didn't mean that Harry had to like it. People, everyone, deserved to live as far as Harry was concerned but that Master Severus put Harry's life above those of others made him feel wanted, cared for and even loved. He didn't think he'd ever be able to decide to put the life of one person above those of others, and that his Master could do so now was a bit worrisome but Harry couldn't help but appreciate it nonetheless.
"I see that you're beginning to understand now Harry. While I am glad that you comprehend what I am saying, I fear that you will still not comply with my wishes as you yourself do not believe or live according to my will. Do not misunderstand, I want nothing but to give you a will of your own but as foolishly reckless as you are at the moment I'm afraid that I can't grant you that completely."
"I have researched a spell and would like to place it on you. You don't have to fear Harry; it will do you no harm, not permanently. The spell can be very directly focused, which is what I will do."
"Physical punishment have until now been a concept that I was very wary of regarding you, as I do not want to remind you of your uncle in any way. Time and understanding, I feel, have matured you a lot and should you agree, I feel that some physical punishment would not go amiss. I make a vow to you now that I will never hurt you with the intent to hurt. The spell I mentioned is one that will give you the equivalent of a sharp smack on the rear which will be just hard enough to make you take notice, no matter the situation, but not so soft as to be casually brushed off."
The thought of having his back lacerated again had flashed through Harry's mind, but as his Master continued, he realized that that fear was unfounded.
"The spell will be focused on situations where you know that what you are doing is against my wishes, but where you still think to do as you please and ignore my orders and any regard to your own safety."
"When I feel that you have learned to regard your own safety on the same level that I do, then I will remove the spell."
Harry could only sit mutely listening to his Master. Everything his Master said made sense, of a sort, and Harry even agreed with it somewhat, but when in a life and death situation, logical thought was not exactly a luxury you experienced.
"Turn around Harry. Lie down on your stomach and lower your trousers to your knees. I assure you that I will not hurt you other than giving you your punishment. For the spell to work I have to give you the first spanking, the pressure and position I use now will be what you'll experience should you disobey me again. You will receive two spankings, one on each cheek, now, but the spell will determine the degree of your 'transgression' against me in future and as such you may experience only one spanking next time."
Harry complied without a word. What could he say? No Master don't! I promise to be good. I promise I'll obey you! Harry knew that he could not keep such a promise and so he knew that the punishment was both warranted, and a generally good idea.
"Count them out loud Harry. Although there will only be two, it will help you focus on your punishment and you will know what will happen, when it happens."
"Are you ready?"
"Yes Master." Harry's voice was stronger and steadier than he would have thought possible, and he realized with a start that he actually already accepted this and felt that he needed this; if only to ground him to reality.
Harry felt the sharp smack of a hand hitting flesh and couldn't stop the surprised hiss from escaping his lips as the sting on his ass registered in his brain.
"One." Harry counted out loud as he remembered his Master's instructions.
Another smack was delivered, just as hard as the first one and though Harry by no means wanted to experience it from day to day, or ever again really, it was nothing compared to what Master Vernon used to do.
"Two". Harry said as he opened his eyes which he only just realized he had closed.
His bum burned a bit but it was not too bad and Harry thought that with a bit of soothing cream, he would be able to sit without wincing by evening.
The words his Master whispered while delivering the punishment wasn't clear, but Harry felt the tingle on his buttocks and knew that the spell had been cast.
It wasn't the punishment itself that made him feel guilty about what he had done, but that Master Severus had had to do it in the first place. Looking over his shoulder at his Master Harry could see that it had almost been more painful for his Master to do this, than it had been for Harry.
Turning a bit, Harry was about to sit up when Master Severus stilled him with a hand.
"Lie back down Harry."
Harry complied without question. He really did trust Master Severus.
Strong hands began kneading his buttocks and even though Harry had been a bit startled at the cold cream it was a welcome relief.
"It would be best if you didn't sit for a while yet, but other than that, you are free to do as you please."
Harry looked back at his Master and on impulse he turned around completely and enveloped the man in a hug.
"Thank you Master, I will do my best to not disobey you again."
"That is all I can ask Harry; that is all I can ask."

The summer holidays had been the favorite part of the year for Harry for the last three years, and as Harry descended the stairs to the dungeons two weeks after school had ended, he decided that this year was the best thus far.
Master Severus was spending more time with Harry than in previous years and Harry couldn't have been happier.
Another incident such as the previous year happened, and even though Harry had been a bit distressed at finding his cock standing up straight when he awoke the one morning, Harry remembered his Master's words and calmed himself with the knowledge that he was not a freak; that it was a perfectly natural reaction for boys his age.
When told later of Harry's little panic attack, Master Severus expressed his pride in Harry and how he handled the situation. That he just ignored it caused a worried frown to appear on his Master's face but it was gone a moment later.
Harry was worried that maybe he wasn't dealing with it as he should, but Master Severus assured him that everything would be all right.
"Afternoon Harry."
Harry turned around after closing the door to his Master's quarters and smiled at the man.
"Good afternoon Master."
"Come sit here a moment Harry. I have a few things I wish to discuss with you."
Harry settled himself next to his Master and as he had done in the last few weeks, he leaned his head on his Master's shoulder and listened as his Master spoke.
"The Quidditch World Cup is this year and though I hold no love for the sport, I feel that it is something that you will enjoy. I have procured two tickets and we will leave the day after tomorrow. The Malfoys have informed me that they will be keeping space open for us in their cubicle, so I am sure you will be glad to know that you and Draco will have around a week together."
"Really? We're going to the World Cup? Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
Severus grunted as Harry's weight hit him and he thanked the deities that he had been sitting or they would both be sprawled on the ground right now.
Harry's hugs were becoming a frequent occurrence and though Severus made no real effort to show his pride in his charge, he knew that Harry was perceptive enough to know when Severus was proud of him, even though nothing was said.
"You're welcome Harry, now go entertain yourself, I have work to do."

"Draco!" Harry hurried his pace a bit as he spotted the Malfoys. He could feel his Master's eyes boring into him and he flushed a bit as he realized just how he was behaving - like a three year old child taken on his first piggy back ride.
"Mr Malfoy, Mrs Malfoy it is a pleasure to meet you."
"Harry Potter. What a surprise you turned out to be. The first apprentice at Hogwarts in decades and under Professor Snape no less. My, my, my what is this world coming to? You will be great, should you continue to choose your allies wisely."
"I beg your pardon Mr Malfoy, but I'm afraid I do not understand your meaning."
"Do not worry yourself over it Potter, you were not meant to understand, only to listen."
Harry shot a sidelong glance at his Master and recalled a conversation of the previous year. His Master had mentioned that the elder Mr Malfoy was one to be watched and be wary of. Harry could see why now.
"Come, let us not dawdle, the game is about to begin."
The game lasted three days and even though Draco had been right in who would catch the snitch, Harry had been right in predicting that Bulgaria would not win, no matter the skill of their seeker.
Mr Malfoy had disappeared a few hours ago, and even though his Master had also not yet returned, Harry was not worried about his whereabouts and doings. The elder Malfoy set Harry's nerves on edge, and not knowing the man's whereabouts were truly troubling Harry. He could not pinpoint what it was about the man that distressed him so much, but knew from experience that his instincts were rarely wrong.
Shouting penetrated Harry's raging thoughts and just as he was about to ask what was going on, Draco grabbed his arm and they were running out the tent and down the narrow road. People were exiting their tents and looking around frantically for loved ones, even as they made their own way down the road and away from the screaming.
Turning his head just a fraction, Harry could see a huge green symbol in the sky. It looked to be made of smoke, but he couldn't be certain.
Strong hands grabbed his shoulders and without even looking Harry knew it was his Master. He had come to know the man's smell, his touch, his everything like the back of his hand and he immediately relaxed, as he knew that no harm would befall him while his Master was with him.
"Let us hurry. We are not safe here anymore, especially not you Harry."
There was no way that Harry would protest at that moment and disobedience was the farthest thing from his mind.
Rushing though a throng of people was no easy feat and Harry was not surprised in the least when his Master's hand slipped from his shoulder as other people moved between them.
What exactly happened, Harry didn't know, but one moment he was running like he had never run before and the next he found himself flat on his stomach, feeling numerous people stepping over him in their haste to get away. Luckily they only stepped on his hands a few times, his back was spared.
As soon as an opening presented itself, Harry straightened up, but he had lost sight of his Master. The majority of people had made their way down the road and only a few stragglers remained. Harry took one more look around and continued in the direction he had first begun with his Master behind him.
The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end and Harry looked around frantically. He knew that feeling. It was the feeling he got whenever his Master used the Time-Turner to keep and eye on him. This time however, there was no care he could feel in the piercing stare and any hope that it was his Master died as soon as it rose.
A lone figure stood at the end of the road and no matter how hard Harry tried, he couldn't look away. Taking an involuntary step forward Harry thought of what his Master would say if he knew what Harry was doing.
He would not be pleased, that Harry knew for certain. The desire to see who this lone figure was struggled for a hold on Harry's will and it won out. As Harry drew closer to the figure his Master's words echoed through his mind but no matter how many times Harry shoved it back, it reappeared a moment later again.
The sense of wrongness was overwhelming and just as Harry though that he could and should go no further a sharp pain on his buttocks made itself known and Harry cried out with the surprise of the 'attack'.
The figure was looking past Harry and even though the man gave him a curious look when Harry cried out, he disappeared a moment later.
The reason for his sudden departure was readily apparent when Harry once again felt the strong but welcome arms of his Master surround him.
"I'm glad to see that the spell works and I hope that this will teach you the lesson it is intended to."
Harry was shaking too hard to respond and could only nod.

"I believe that tonight was the first night of numerous attacks to come. I will tell you some very personal things but I can't stress the importance of secrecy enough. No-one can know of what I am about to tell you. The headmaster and a select few know and you will as well after this evening, but no one else. Is that clear?"
"Yes Master."
Severus took a deep breath before he lifted his left arm and rolled up the sleeve.
"You will no doubt notice that this is the same shape as the mark which lit up the sky tonight at the Quidditch stadium. It is in fact the exact same mark, created by a genius whose knowledge and power had corrupted him so completely that he is no more considered human, even by his followers."
"Yes, I am talking about Voldemort. I had once, when I was young and innocent and stupid, thought that by serving him I would achieve greatness; that I could make a name for myself. The only name I made was that of murderer, fiend and Death Eater.
I am not proud of what I have done, and I fear that I will never be able to do enough to atone for my sins. I have killed, I have tortured and I have destroyed, but I have also healed, helped and comforted. I continue to do so every day of my life, and it will never be enough, not for me.
The day you stepped into my life was the day I realized that I would never be able to spy again. I had renounced Voldemort a year before his downfall by your hands and spied on him for Dumbledore and his cause. I was at first angry and frustrated that I would not be able to do any more for the 'light side' of this war but I have come to realize that I'm doing something that no-one else can. You, Harry, will one day be the person everyone looks up to for help and guidance. I will do my best to help you become the best leader you could be and that is my 'atonement' for my sins. For I know that you will be great and that with my help, you have already come a long way. As long as you continue to believe in me, in what I've told you over the last few years, we will be all right. You will win this war and peace will once again be attained."
"I do not expect you to believe me right now nor do I request that you trust me, but think back on what you've learned over the years and what we have been through together, and you will hopefully realize that even though you might bear the mark of something evil, it does not necessarily make you evil."
Harry had been quiet the whole time and Severus feared that he had lost any and all respect his charge had in him.
Looking at Harry he could see that the boy was deep in thought but before he could ask what was bothering the boy Harry looked up at him and opened his mouth.
"I understand Master. I will not judge you on a mark placed on you years ago, before you knew what you know now. I only ask that you give me the same courtesy."
Severus's whole body stiffened at that and his blood ran cold at the implications of the statement.
Please no, please don't let it be what I think it is.
His fears were confirmed as Harry turned around and lifted up his t-shirt.
In all the years Harry had lived with Severus, they had never seen each other in anything other than everyday wear or robes, or when Severus had asked Harry to lower his trousers the other day. Their first year together Harry had invaded his bathtime rituals but at that time, the boy had been too meek and subservient to take note of Severus's scars or tattoo.
The shirt fell out of Harry's lifeless fingers as he presented his back to Severus, and Severus had to work very hard in keeping the snarl building up, silent.
There, on one of Harry's shoulder blades, was an imprint of a word. It looked to have been burned into the flesh by a hot poker and Severus shuddered as he thought of how young Harry had to have been when he received it.
FREAK was imprinted in capital letters on the smooth skin, and even though it was a few years old, it was clearly visible and would stay that way for the whole of Harry's life.
His murderous thoughts of Vernon Dursley escalated to such a degree that he thought he should maybe turn the man into a house elf and deliver him to the Malfoy's as a Christmas present. He would receive no more than he deserved at their hands.
Severus forcibly brought himself back to the present, and as he looked at Harry once more, he could see the small frame shacking, whether from the cold or something else he wasn't sure. Moving forward, Severus embraced Harry from behind and hauled the boy around and on his lap where he rocked the small frame back and forth until Harry fell asleep. Soothing words accompanied the rocking and Severus made certain to reassure Harry that he was still cared for and that this did not make Severus love him any less.
Whether Harry had heard that last part, where Severus for the first time admitted that he loved Harry, could not be ascertained, but Severus knew and he also knew that he would do anything to make sure that Harry knows it and believes it eventually.
That blasted man branded him! Death would be too easy a punishment for the man and Severus vowed to himself that he would make the man pay, dearly.
End Chapter 7
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