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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.
Chapter 8 (Posted 23 February 2015): Whispered promises
Harry woke the next morning feeling better than he had in a long while. He could feel his Masters' arms still securely held around him and relaxed back against the strong body behind him.
A whispered promise of love and care resounded in Harry's mind, and whether it had been a dream or reality mattered little to him at the moment. He just wanted to bask in that feeling forever.
The arms surrounding him tightened minutely before it disappeared altogether. Harry closed his eyes in feigned sleep as he heard his Master exit the room.
He had not thought that he was capable of feeling such a magnitude of hope, as he did at the moment. Hope was something he had long since abandoned as it has always left him feeling bereft and worse than ever before.
Now though, he was hoping for that whispered promise to become a reality; to be shown as truth and not just wishful thinking.
The clock on his bed side table announced the hour, and Harry was startled to find that it was seven o'clock already. He had not slept so late in weeks.
Donning some everyday clothes and then a robe over it, Harry made his way over to the living room.
His Master was seated on his usual couch, with a thick book which Harry could only guess was potions related, open on his lap.
"Morning Master, would you like some tea?"
"Morning Harry, did you sleep well? Yes, some tea would be greatly appreciated."
"I slept very well Master, thank you."
Harry cluttered about in the kitchen and was soon ready with some tea and sandwiches. He set the tray down in front of his Master before taking his own place next to the man.
Master Severus set his book down and Harry quickly leaned over and lifted the plate with sandwiches to give it to his Master.
"Thank you Harry, but where is your plate?"
"I… er…" With his emotions all over the place yesterday, and the content feeling he had woken up with that morning, Harry had honestly forgotten to make himself some.
"No matter, here, take some of these." Master Severus held the plate between the two of them and as Harry hesitated, his Master looked at him pointedly before holding the plate a little closer to Harry.
"Thank you Master." Harry whispered as he took one of the offered sandwiches.
They ate in silence and when the plate was empty Harry took it without a word and went to the kitchen to clean the dishes.
"Would you mind assisting me with a potion today? Students are due to arrive at no later than six this evening, and I'm afraid I've yet to finish restocking all the hospital wing's supplies."
"No Master. Yes Master, I mean I'll help." Harry flushed as he struggled to come up with a correct response.
Master Severus chuckled a bit but he just gave Harry's arm a gentle squeeze as he turned to his bedroom.
"Be ready in ten minutes. Put on the new robe I bought you, it's hanging on the right in your closet; it's thicker than normal robes and will protect you from most potion ingredients or accidents."
Harry hurried to comply and soon they were standing in companionable silence before four cauldrons. Harry tended to a cauldron with a mild sleeping potion simmering in its depths, while his master worked simultaneously on the other three.

Severus was going to kill Albus. That the man had not seen it fit to inform him of this latest hair-brained scheme, er idea, was the last straw.
Holding a Tri-Wizard tournament was like giving a world wide invitation to anyone interested to come and see if they could maybe create the ultimate havoc scene and kill Potter.
There would be so many people who would want to watch the participants, and no way to know if they were there purely for the entertainment of the competition or for a more sinister reason.
Severus's Time Turner had never before seen so many turns. He had taken to going back in time during weekends as well, to watch over the boy. He did not know what would happen if Potter should come in harms way, but knew that should he be there, whoever had put his charge in harm would wish they were never born. Or maybe they'd wish to be at the mercy of the Dark Lord for he would kill them swiftly, where Severus would torture them and maybe, if he tired of them, then he'd kill them.
Harry had of course immediately noticed the change and had just given Severus a smile after the first weekend of watching, before carrying on with his doings.
Draco had also taken to following Harry around, and even though Severus was proud of the boy's loyalty and protectiveness, another emotion had raised its ugly head. Jealousy.
Severus knew deep down that it was irrational for him to feel that way and that no matter how close Draco and Harry got, that Harry would still look at him as his Master. The thing that bothered Severus was that maybe, just maybe, he would want to continue his relationship with Harry past Hogwarts and see if it could develop into something more. That he could come to be something more than just a Master, that he could become a friend, a companion and a confidant; a lover.
Harry had not said anything yet and Severus didn't expect him to, but the uncertainty of Harry's own feelings was frustrating to Severus.
He knew he cared for the boy, a lot, he had even admitted to himself that he loved the boy but he knew that no matter what, he'd respect the boy's wishes.
If Harry should find love with another, Severus would be crushed but he knew that he loved the boy too much to keep him from having the happiness he deserved. He could only hope that he would one day be enough for the boy.

"Harry Potter."
Harry looked up at Dumbledore with wide eyes. No, this could not be happening! His eyes frantically searched out that of his Master's, and Harry was horrified to see that the man was just as shocked as him, and that there had even trickled a measurement of fear into the man's eyes.
The Hufflepuff he was sitting next to gave him a scathing look and pushed him unceremoniously out of his chair.
Harry had always liked the Hufflepuffs. They were loyal and good company, if you just wanted to talk about everything and nothing. Now though, he knew that he had somehow stepped on their parade, and with him as competition with Cedric, they would sooner shun him than turn on one who was really of their own house.
Making his way to the door that the other champions had disappeared through, Harry came face to face with Fleur Delacour, Victor Krum and Cedric Diggory.
Moments later, the headmaster entered followed by Professor McGonagall, his Master and the heads of the other two schools.
His Master immediately moved to stand behind Harry, but not so close as to raise suspicion. The professors conversed for a few moments and it was determined that nothing could be done and Harry would have to participate.
The air in his lungs seemed to disappear altogether and left Harry feeling faint. The room emptied with congratulations to the other three participants and just as Harry thought he'd pass out, strong hands steadied him from behind.
"Let's get back to our quarters and we can talk about this."
Harry nodded as he had no air left to make any noise, never mind a word or sentence.
"Breathe Harry, I won't have you passing out and leaving me to carry you down to our quarters."
The gentle rebuke worked and Harry took a few slow breaths before he nodded to his Master to indicate that he was ready to leave.
As soon as they entered his Master's quarters Harry was held tight against a strong chest.
"I thought that something was going to go wrong and you would once again find yourself in danger, as seems to happen every year, but this, this is ridiculous."
Harry ducked his head in shame but his Master gently lifted his chin again.
"Don't Harry. This is not your fault. I know you and I know you'd never do something like this, especially as you hate attention so much. Do not punish yourself for something you had no hand in."
The magnitude of the situation was slowly dawning on Harry and he felt his legs begin to shake. Untangling himself from his Master he made his way shakily over to the couch and sat down heavily.
A cup of tea was thrust before his eyes and Harry gratefully took it, if only to have something to hold in order to steady his hands.
"There is clearly someone in this school who wants you in this competition, and seeing as it is actually a competition for older years and more experienced witches and wizards, I would hazard a guess that the reason for entering you in the competition was not a beneficial one."
Harry rested his head against his Master's shoulder as they sat there and talked. He would finally get to read the sixth and seventh year books his Master had forbidden him to read before but the reason for why he got to read them now weighed heavily on his mind.
Feeling his eyes grow heavy Harry snuggled closer to his Master and just before he fell asleep, he could have sworn he felt something brush against his forehead and once again that whispered promise of love and protection.
Maybe it had not been a dream after all?

Of all the possible creatures, they had to choose dragons. Having the mer-people agree to help them with the competition wasn't enough, oh no, they had to get the most difficult creatures on earth to manage. How did they think they'd handle it if one of the dragons managed to cut itself loose? What then? Catching a dragon was one of the most difficult things to do. Severus would almost hazard a guess that it was more difficult than escaping the Dark Lords wrath.
Morality be damned. He'd warn Harry about what he would have to face. The fact that Severus had only found out what the first task entailed a day before the event, put his nerves even more on end but they'd figure something out. They always did.
"Dragons!" Harry screamed as Severus informed him of what he'd found.
"Yes Harry, dragons. I'd appreciate it if you didn't yell at me though, I have a headache as it is."
"Sorry Master. Dragons? What are they thinking?"
"I would hazard a guess that they didn't think when they decided on this task, but that's just me."
"What do they expect? That we'd sing them a lullaby and hope our voices don't put them off?"
Severus smirked at the thought of Harry standing there with a hand across his heart and singing his heart out while a dragon stood before him head cocked to the side to figure out if it was actually 'food' presented on a silver platter, with accompanied music, or if they were losing their minds.
"What exactly do you find funny about me being held between two jaws with sharp pointy teeth?"
Severus sobered quickly as the seriousness of the matter came crushing back, and then scowled at Harry as the words registered in his brain.
"Do not joke about something like that Harry!"
"You will only be allowed your wand when you enter the arena so I suggest you think of some way to subdue the dragon for a few seconds, or minutes, or however long you will need to do whatever it is that you'll have to do."
The rest of the evening was spent working out various ways to get past a dragon, whether by distraction or subduing the beast.

The knowledge of what you'll have to face was nothing when facing it in real life, and Harry found himself rooted to the spot just after exiting the door after being announced as the last champion to take on a dragon.
He could see the eggs behind the dragon and could just make out what he hoped was the golden egg he would have to grab to complete the task.
The various possibilities of what the task would entail that had been mentioned the previous evening, rushed through his mind and he discarded any of the ideas pertaining to having to mount the dragon. He then thanked the deities that that was not what needed to be done.
Subduing the dragon would be the best in this case and Harry wracked his brain to think of how it could be done.
Dragon scales rebounded most spells so magical means was discarded. The only way Harry could think of to subdue the dragon at that moment was to drop something as big and heavy as the dragon on it.
A fleeting thought of summoning Hagrid flashed through his mind but Harry squashed it. He didn't want to hurt anyone during this.
The books which Harry had poured through since he was announced as a champion would help him immensely he realized, as he thought of a plan.
Transfiguration for the past three years and a bit, had not really taught them anything that would be of use to him now, but as Harry had read the fifth, sixth and seventh year books, he knew that taking a chance at trying his magic on the advanced spells was his only choice.
Harry looked around quickly to find a piece of metal or anything that would be hard enough to transfigure, and still hold most of its qualities.
Seeing no metal but quite a lot of rocks, Harry picked the biggest one and transfigured it into a long pole which he planted solidly in the ground.
He then took a deep breath before putting all of the energy and magic he dared into the summoning spell.
A minute had passed and Harry was beginning to fear that he had failed when he saw a long thin shape barreling toward him.
Harry focused on controlling the summoning charm more directly, and he directed the thin pole towards the dragon that had stayed beside the eggs to guard them.
The hoop at the end of the pole lowered over the dragons' head and as Harry released the accio charm, he muttered a shrinking charm to tighten the hoop around the dragon's neck and then once again summoned the pole to him, dragging the dragon along and 'welding' the pole to the transfigured one beside him.
He knew he wouldn't have a lot of time, as the dragon would not take long to break free, but he hoped it would be enough time for him to grab the egg.
He knew that the Quidditch goal hoops were strongly warded to withstand any weather and years of wear and tear, but his own transfigured pole would not last long against a dragon.
His hands closed around the egg and applause rose throughout the stands. Harry turned around clutching the egg close to his chest and just as he bowed his head a bit, the dragon got loose and with a mighty roar it charged at Harry.
The world went black before he really knew what had happened and he tightened his arms around the egg, just in case.

Severus felt his heart stop for a beat or two as the dragon ripped itself loose of the 'shackles' Harry had created, but before anyone else could even blink, he had his wand out and summoned Harry to himself.
The boy's head smacked on a rock during the upward summoning, but Severus felt he would deal with the guilt of that later, for now he just wanted his charge out of the clutches of an enraged dragon.
The shackles which the ministry had on the dragon since the beginning, was keeping the beast on the ground for the moment, but Severus doubted it would hold.
Dragon handlers swarmed the dragon and Severus breathed a sigh of relief as the ten men together shouted the stunning spell and the dragon succumbed to it.
Ignoring the stares people threw his way, Severus caught Harry as the boy landed in front of him and conjured a stretcher.
With Harry firmly strapped down, Severus excused himself with all the dignity he could manage and made his way swiftly to the hospital wing.
The announcement of a full-score for Harry didn't even make the slightest halt in his measured footsteps, and Severus glared at anyone standing in his way.
"I believe he is just knocked out Poppy but it would be best to check him over completely." Severus informed the Medi-Witch as soon as he entered her wing.
"Ah, so that's why I blacked out. I thought that maybe the dragon had gotten to me."
Severus shuddered as he thought of what would have happened had he not summoned Harry to him when he had.
"No, and thank Merlin for that."
Harry blinked up at him from his position against Severus's side, but he smiled a moment later and settled back down.

"I have figured out the clue for the next task."
Severus looked at Harry with a raised eyebrow. It had only been two weeks since the first task and Harry had already figured out the clue to the next one.
"I opened the egg after I woke that first day and recognized the screeching as that of mer-people when they are above water. I read about them in one of the seventh year books, and so I figured that it could only mean that I should listen to the message under water."
"A very fine conclusion to make. What did the message tell you?"
Harry suddenly looked at him with a bit of fear and Severus dreaded the answer to his question.
"It says something about finding what is lost and most dear to you."
That didn't mean much to Severus and he wondered why Harry was so apprehensive about it.
"I'm sure everything will be fine Harry. The headmaster would never let anyone get hurt intentionally."
Harry made some sort of choking noise, but Severus thought it could have been meant as assent.

The weeks before the second task went by in a blur and after finding out that he would be expected at the Yule Ball, he informed Severus that he would need a new cauldron before long.
Severus sent him a suspicious glare, but found that he was not surprised in the least when Harry blew up his cauldron the day before the Ball, and so landed himself in the hospital wing with boils and a concussion.
He would deal with the boy's irresponsible behavior at a later stage, but marveled at the Slytherin side of the boy.
The Yule Ball went off without any further major upsets, and the other three champions showed up with dates and enjoyed the evening with their fellow students. Or so Severus heard as he had informed Albus in no uncertain terms that he was going to stay at Harry's side no matter what. It was one way to get him out of having to supervise dim-witted horny teenagers.
The sheepish smile Harry sent his way when he woke up did nothing to Severus, and he informed Harry that he would serve a week's worth of detentions to clean up the mess he'd made.

"Are you nervous Harry?"
"A bit, but I know that as long as M.. Professor Snape is out there to watch over me, nothing could go wrong."
Draco looked at him curiously. It was the second time that Harry had started with calling Professor Snape something starting with an 'M', but what it could be or mean, Draco didn't know.
"Well, good luck. I haven't seen Professor Snape yet, but I'm sure he's somewhere with the other professors."
Harry looked around nervously, but he conjured up a smile to appease his own concern.
"Yes, I'm sure you're right. Did you bring the Gillyweed?"
"Here, but know that if Professor Snape asks, you got it yourself. Clear?"
Harry nodded and walked over to the other champions.
The water was freezing but as the Gillyweed started working, Harry noticed it less and less until the water felt the same temperature as outside.
Grindylows blocked his path halfway down to where Harry hoped he'd find whatever he was supposed to find, but he dealt with them swiftly and effectively.
Harry felt his heart speed up to unimaginable levels as he caught sight of his Master tied with a rope and eyes closed.
A flick of his wand later he had his Master firmly clasped to his body and looked around frantically for any of the other champions. He couldn't leave the other three people there! A shark nearly took his leg off, but his horrified squeak died in his throat as he realized that it was half man and half shark, and he relaxed as he knew it was one of the other champions. The girl on the right was ripped loose and dragged up by the shark-man without even a look in Harry's direction.
Cedric Diggory turned up just as Harry thought he was going to have to take all three unconscious people up to the surface.
The little girl with the blond hair was the only one left, and after waiting another five minutes Harry glared at the merman standing in his way before blasting him back a few meters and severing the rope holding the girl in place.
The air in his lungs seemed to squeeze his insides, and Harry realized that his time had run out. With as much speed and force as he could, he pushed his Master and the girl up toward the surface, before shouting a propelling spell on himself and once again grabbing hold of the two unconscious 'passengers'.
As soon as they broke the surface his Master and the little girl woke up and Master Severus quickly helped Harry get the girl to the shore before getting himself out and giving a hand to Harry.
"Stupid, idiotic, self-sacrificing boy!"
His Master whispered in his ear as he was led over to the other champions and the announcers. It was decided that Harry would take second place as he had been the first to the 'prisoners'.
"Did you really think we would come to harm? The headmaster would not have just left us there idiot boy, this is a competition that children participate in. They would never leave it up to chance!"
The whispered words continued throughout all the announcements, and by the time they returned to his Master's quarters, Harry felt three inches tall.

Severus had just been thinking on which course of action would hold the least consequences, when Harry and the Diggory boy appeared in front of the crowd.
The French girl had long since been 'rescued' from within the maze and Severus's nerves had been on end ever since.
Two hours had passed since then, and Severus began to think that something had gone drastically wrong. He was thinking of how suspicious it would look if he sneaked off to get his Time-Turner and check up on Harry, when Harry appeared before them.
His relief at seeing his little sub was short lived as he saw the sobs wracking the small body, and realized with dread that the body next to Harry was too still to be normal.
Chaos ensued and Severus could just see Harry being led off to the side and back to the castle by Alastor Moody. Not trusting anyone with Harry at the moment, Severus followed them.
He entered the classroom just as Moody conjured ropes and tied Harry to the chair. Severus's wand was in his hand in a second and Moody was blasted across the room.
Checking to make sure that Harry was okay, Severus focused his attention back on Moody. The man began to change before his eyes and Barty Crouch Jr looked at him with a smirk on his face.
Dumbledore and the minister entered the classroom and quickly dealt with the impostor, while Severus checked his sub over more thoroughly.
Making their excuses, Severus led Harry back to their quarters, and hugged the boy close to him as the door closed behind them.
"He's back." Harry whispered as they sat down on the couch.
There was no need for Harry to elaborate on what he meant and Severus tightened his hold on Harry as they settled back into silence.
Severus hadn't even realized what he was doing when Harry drew in a deep breath which held a hint of pain.
Looking down at where his hand had unconsciously been tracing circles on Harry's arm, Severus paused in what he was doing and took hold of the arm.
Snarling at the cut he saw, Severus stood up and quickly retrieved some healing salve.
"I take it that this means he used your blood in a ritual to regain a body?"
Harry nodded mutely and Severus gently rubbed the salve over the wound before he whispered a spell to help speed up the healing.
"Wormtail was there. He's the one who killed Cedric. 'Kill the spare', that's all he was to them. Just a spare person who had no means in their plans and was just there for entertainment purposes. He wasn't even supposed to be there! I asked him to take the cup with me. If I hadn't, then he'd still be alive, then he would have been here now. It's my fault, it's entirely my fault!"
Severus took Harry by the arms and dragged him onto his lap where he rubbed soothing circles on the boy's back.
"This was not your fault Harry. Wormtail and Voldemort are the ones who killed Cedric, not you. There was no way you could have known that the cup was a portkey. You took great risk to bring his body back with you, I don't even know how you'd done it, but that you had come face to face with Voldemort and survived is a feat of its own. I've never been prouder of you than I am right now. You've proven that a fourteen year old boy can do what no grown man – except Dumbldore and a few select others – have done. You've survived a Tournament meant for seventh year students with no visible marks to bear and have done so with your head held high. You're a very brave young man and anyone who knows you could be nothing but proud."
"Thank you Master."
"You're very welcome Harry, now sleep, you need it both physically and emotionally. I promise I'll be here when you wake up and you can talk to me about anything you wish."
"Yes Master." Harry whispered as he closed his eyes and settled his head on his Master's lap.
This time he knew it wasn't just his imagination, as he felt a hand brush his hair behind his ear, his Master whispered that he would always love him, no matter what.
His sleep fogged brain was harshly brought back to reality when he heard a strangled yell of "What?!"
Turning his head slightly on his Master's lap, Harry came face to face with one enraged godfather.
End Chapter 8
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