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Title: Surrender
Author: Angeline
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Severus
Summary: The war is over, but will Harry be able to live with the consequences?
Warnings: Dark, dubious consent, some master/slave
Disclaimer: Sadly the characters don�t belong to me. I�ve nicked them from J.K.Rowling�s sandbox.
Feedback: Yes, please! angelinedark@gmail.com
Beta: My deepest gratitude belongs to Chrysos and Kuteki for helping me so much with this.
Archive: Part of the From Dusk till Dawn Severus Snape/Harry Potter Fuh-Q-Fest at http://www.kardasi.com/HPSS/storyindex.htm Challenge: Life Moves On
Surrender

Surrender \Sur*ren"der\, n.
1. The act of surrendering; the act of yielding, or resigning
one's person, or the possession of something, into the
power of another;

His hands were bound behind his back, the ropes uncomfortably tight and chafing his wrists. It would be useless to struggle and fight it, his wand had been taken from him a long time ago, so magicking his way out of this wasn�t even an option. He couldn�t escape, couldn�t run from this, so Harry surrendered. He submitted to the cock being roughly shoved into his face.

�Open up,� his master ordered and as soon as he obediently opened his mouth, the erect flesh was pushed inside.

�Suck,� came the command and he complied, sucking on the cock in his mouth, despite his growing panic. He was having problems breathing through his nose and it felt like he couldn�t get a sufficient amount of oxygen into his lungs. But the hard flesh was only shoved in deeper. Two hands were fisted into his hair, holding him in place, for his master to thoroughly fuck his throat, seemingly getting deeper and deeper with every thrust, while he gagged and rivulets of spit ran down his chin.

Suddenly the cock was pulled out of his mouth and he greedily gulped for air, grateful that he could breath yet again. Then his robes were torn off of him and he was pushed onto his stomach. He submitted to that too, fighting it was useless after all and would only bring him into more trouble. Instead of crying out in pain, he gritted his teeth and only gasped softly as three barely slicked fingers were pushed into his unprepared arsehole all at once. It wouldn�t be wise to scream, even if the pain in his arse made him feel like he was being ripped in two, protesting muscles sending a stab of agony through his whole body. Screaming wasn�t allowed if he wanted to pass this test.

His final surrender came when the fingers that had been fucking him were removed and a cock was pressed against his anus, its blunt head much bigger than the combined fingers had been. It was too big, no way that this could fit inside him. He wanted to scream, plead, beg, but no sound left his tightly shut lips and without further preparation it was harshly thrust into his yielding channel, inch by agonising inch until sharp hipbones were painfully pressing into the tender flesh of his arse.

He was a slave now, his rapist could do with him whatever he wanted and nobody would help him. He was nothing more than property, there to be used as his master saw fit, and had to be grateful for any small favours like the lube and the preparation, as minimal as it had been.

Harry�s hips were lifted from the floor and a hand began to roughly jerk his cock, the traitorous flesh erect despite the situation. After a few strokes, he was further humiliated by climaxing in front of the audience, gathered to watch his Test. He screwed his eyes shut as pain was suddenly replaced by pleasure, the hand on his cock mercilessly milking his release out of him. He hadn�t thought it to be possible to climax under these circumstances, but the potion he had been given earlier apparently took care of that.

He opened his eyes and was suddenly painfully aware of the people watching him. Before, he had been too preoccupied to even register them properly, but now he was mortified at what they had seen him do. Harry blushed and stared at the floor, not wanting to see their faces or the face of the Dark Lord, who overlooked the whole scene from his throne on a podium in front of them. He wondered if the Malfoys were there, imagined Draco snickering about the Boy-Who-Lived being finally put in his proper place. Bellatrix Lestrange was probably present too. He hated her so much, still wanted to kill her for what she did to his godfather, but right now he wasn�t exactly in a position to do so.

The cock in his arse was still thrusting into him, hard, fast, merciless, until the person fucking him � his master, his training had taught him never to forget that fact - suddenly stiffened, shuddered, and he could feel jets of hot semen flooding his abused channel. Then his master was pulling his cock out of him, and moved the hands, which had been gripping into his tender flesh like claws, from his hips to refasten his trousers. At the same time, the ropes around Harry�s wrists disappeared too. Harry slumped forward as soon as he was no longer supported by his master�s bruising grip. He was sprawled out there on the hard floor, naked, unable to move as his heart began to beat faster in anticipation.

But it wasn�t over yet. �Crawl to me, on your hands and knees,� his master demanded, and he had to obey, despite the pain that was coursing through his body, despite his exhaustion. He was still naked, semen that was probably mixed with blood was slowly dribbling from his arsehole and everyone was watching him, seeing him like this, Harry Potter defeated, powerless, owned. He hated them for watching, hated to be seen like this, but he had no choice. His face turned beet-red in humiliation, but he began to crawl.

Once he had reached his master, he was given another order: �Lick my boots boy, clean them thoroughly.� It was disgusting, the taste and feeling of dried mud and who-knows-what else on his tongue, but he did it anyway. He washed the heavy black boots with broad sweeps of his tongue until not the tiniest dirt stain marred their wet and shiny surface.

�Very good, boy.� Praise. Something he wouldn�t have expected to receive from his master, he must have done well then, as if it mattered how good he did, it wouldn�t gain him his freedom, so why did he care? He didn�t dare to look up and see his master�s face, was he sneering, scowling, or were his features a mask of indifference, like he couldn�t care less what happened to the Potter brat? Harry didn�t really want to know, it was easier this way.

�You are allowed to speak now, but only to answer my questions, do you understand?� his master asked.

�Yes, sir,� Harry said. A phrase that came almost natural over his lips by now, after repeating it so many times during his training.

�Who do you belong to, boy?� his master asked, voice as controlled as always. The man never let his emotions show in his voice or on his face. Harry had soon found out that it was necessary to look for more subtle hints in the man�s posture and body language in order to see behind the stoic mask of indifference and control that was there most of the time.

�You, sir, only to you,� Harry said, another of those well-trained replies that had been drilled into him.

�Would you do everything I�d ask you too? Kill? Torture? Die to defend me?� his master demanded to know.

�Yes, sir, I would do anything for you. I�m yours to order,� Harry replied, the first sentence he had said tonight that wasn�t a lie.

�Very well,� his master said. He pulled something out of the pocket of his robe and held it in front of Harry�s face.

As he didn�t have his glasses, he could only see the blurry outlines of something dark, it looked like a long, thin pencil. Suddenly realisation dawned in him: It had to be a wand, maybe his own wand?

�Take it,� his master commanded.

Harry tentatively stretched out his hand and closed it around the familiar object, which was indeed his wand. He felt the same tingle of magic coursing through him, like the first time he had held it. A wand recognising its owner. He looked questioningly up into his master�s face. What would be coming next, why had he been given back his wand?

For a fracture of a second he felt the desire to use it, to turn around and throw the first curse that came to his mind at the bastard sitting there on his throne, but he didn�t. There were too many people here for one person to fight them all, and Voldemort was protected with strong wards against attacks anyway. His master still hadn�t given him a command and when it finally came, he was not in the least prepared for what he was now told to do.

He looked at his master pleadingly, but his gaze was only met with stern eyes on an otherwise stoic looking face. Oh Merlin, no, he really didn�t want to, but he would have to do it. Harry took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for his task. Then he fastened both hands on his wand and applied pressure. The crack sounded nauseating to his ears, terribly loud in the otherwise silent room. The two pieces of his now broken wand made an audible clatter as they fell to the floor, his hands having gone too limb to hold them.

He stared at the pieces, his wand, the one he had received so long ago, on his very first trip to Diagon Alley. The piece of wood had been important to him, a symbol of his status as a wizard, it somehow had defined who he was. Not anymore. Everything he had been, now broken. Somehow it was fitting. His master laid a hand on his shoulder and was about to speak, probably another praise for him being such an obedient slave.

***

They were interrupted by the sound of someone clapping quietly.

�You have pleased me, Severus,� Voldemort said calmly. �You have trained him well over the last month and therefore may continue to keep him as your slave. I wouldn�t have expected it of him, defiant as he used to be, but he has passed the test of obedience.�

�Thank you, my lord. I am content to have pleased you,� Snape said. �May I receive his collar now, to visibly mark him as my property?�

�Of course, my loyal Potions Master, you have earned the right to keep him after all,� Voldemort, said.

The Dark Lord took the leather collar a servant handed him and offered it to Snape, who took it and fastened it around the throat of his newly acquired slave with a complicated spell that would allow only him to take it off again.

The metal plate attached to it stated that Harry Potter was now truly his property. �Mine,� a little voice in his head chanted cheerfully.

It was an expensive collar, custom-made to the Potions Master�s wishes. The black leather was exquisite, soft and supple. Its inside was padded, so it wouldn�t chafe Harry�s throat and leave ugly marks on it. It was one of the finest slave collars someone with the right amount of money could buy in these times. �Only the best for my property,� the voice in Snape�s head said proudly. He told it to shut the hell up.

�My lord, is my presence still required?� Snape asked. He desperately wanted to leave, to be alone with the naked boy who was now wearing his collar.

�So eager to take him home and fuck him again, Severus? Is his tight little arse so sweet, that you can�t get enough of it?� Voldemort chuckled, his red eyes sparkling with amusement. �You may leave. I will give you some time to enjoy your new possession undisturbed. You won�t be summoned here for the next three nights.�

�Thank you again my lord, you are truly generous to me,� Snape said, bowing humbly before his lord and master. It was over, finally - he didn�t think he could have managed to keep his calm and stoic facade up for much longer. Not with the boy kneeling there in front of him, so beautiful, with hair even more unruly than usual and smelling like a Knockturn Alley whore.

Once dismissed, Snape ignored the audience, who were still curiously looking at them, eager for more gossiping material, and wrapped Harry into the boy�s torn robes to cover his nudity. He instantly apparated both of them back to the manor that had belonged to Snape�s family for generations. As soon as they were within the protection of the ancient wards, Snape sighed in relief. It was finally over. They had done it. The plan had succeeded.

***

As soon as his feet touched the floor, Harry began to sway, his legs no longer able to support his body�s weight. Before he fell down, Severus lifted him up and cradled him to his chest. When Severus� hands came into contact with his arse, Harry whimpered softly. It hurt, the abused flesh protesting even against this soft pressure.

�Shh,� Severus said, �It is going to be all right. I�ll take care of you as soon as we�ve reached the bedroom.�

�Hurts,� Harry whispered, his eyes falling shut. He buried his head against the Potion Master�s shoulder and let himself be carried upstairs to his bedroom. Once they had reached their destination, Severus gently laid him down onto the large four-poster bed. Harry could feel the tingling sensation of a cleaning spell being cast on him and he was grateful that Severus had thought of it. He wouldn�t have been able to do it himself, now that he no longer possessed a wand.

Harry attempted to roll onto his side, but that was a bad idea, because as soon as he moved his legs, a stab of pain shot through his body. He moaned and curled up into a small ball, which unfortunately did not help to lessen the pain.

In addition to the potion Severus had made him drink, he had used meditation techniques earlier to block most of the pain, in order to be able to finish Voldemort�s test, but he was too tired to keep up the amount of focus they required any longer.

The potion, which had translated any pain his body felt into pleasure, had worn off sometime during the test and as soon as Severus had apparated them out, he had felt his mental control slipping too, and the impulses of pain his nerves were sending to his brain came back, now that they weren�t blocked any longer. His throat and wrists ached, he was sure he had bruises on his hips and legs, and his arse felt like it was on fire. He wanted the pain to stop, to go away, he needed a healing charm, a potion, anything. He called out for Severus, who had left the room after depositing him on the bed and casting the spell.

�I�m here Harry,� the other man answered quietly. Harry lifted his head to see Severus entering the room. He was carrying several bottles and jars, filled with various healing potions. Harry thought he could identify some of them by their colour and realised that Severus must be really worried about him, because he had brought some very powerful -and probably once highly illegal- potions.

Severus looked at him warily. The Potions Master opened his mouth, closed it again, then he finally started to speak: �I apologise for causing you pain, I hoped the potion would last long enough for the test to finish.�

As Harry didn�t reply, Severus placed the bottles on the nightstand, sat down next to him and continued: �I should have foreseen that the few drops I�ve given you wouldn�t be enough, but did not dare to give you a larger dose. A small amount of this potion has no visible effects, but had I given you more, Voldemort would have noticed it affecting you and would have become suspicious. The risk was simply too high.�

Harry wanted to say something to reassure his lover that it was okay, that he should stop beating himself up over something that had been necessary to assure their continued survival, but all that came out of his mouth was a cough. Severus filled a glass with water from a carafe on the nightstand and handed it to him. Harry drank greedily, the cool liquid soothing his sore throat.

�It�s okay,� Harry rasped. �We both knew what we were getting into when we agreed to execute the plan. We�ve succeeded, the pain�s worth it.�

�Harry, I am truly sorry,� Severus said. �Merlin knows, it wasn�t my intention to hurt you, quite the opposite, but I had to play my role convincingly and couldn�t afford to be gentle with you. Otherwise Voldemort would have noticed instantly.�

Severus moved closer and Harry felt the urge to flinch away, but he managed not to. He couldn�t however, suppress a small shudder when the other man placed a soft kiss on his cheek.

�Have I hurt you badly?� Severus asked, worry evident in his voice.

�I don�t think so,� Harry replied. �It feels like my arse is on fire and I might have some bruises, but other than that I�m just exhausted.�

�May I see?� Severus asked, beginning to pull the robe that was covering Harry�s body away.

�Yes,� Harry answered shakily. For a second he felt the urge to clutch onto the robe, to prevent the other man from touching him, but he willed himself to hold still. After all it was Severus. Severus who loved him and would never hurt him, except that he had, but only because it had been necessary. His reaction was probably completely normal given the circumstances, after all he had just been raped, even if it was by his lover. Harry felt nonetheless guilty for being afraid of Severus� touch.

***

Severus gasped once he saw the damage he had caused �Your fault, you blighter always hurt the people close to you� the little voice in his head that sounded suspiciously like his father stated.

He picked a bottle of Numbing Potion from the nightstand and made Harry drink it, then waited for its anaesthetising properties to take effect, before he took the jar of salve and began to massage its contents into the torn flesh. There was no need to cause Harry even more pain. By the time he was finished, Harry was already dosing off, deeply fatigued by the ordeal he had been through.

Severus pulled a blanket over Harry, pressed a kiss on the boy�s forehead and started to move away from him. A slender hand shot out from beneath the blanket and gripped his arm tightly.

�Please, stay,� Harry, whispered, pulling him closer. �I don�t want to be alone right now.�

�Of course,� Severus said, as he gently dislodged Harry�s hand from his arm, took off his uncomfortable Death Eater robes and lay down next to the boy, leaving some space between them, because he was unsure if his touch would be welcome.

�Good,� Harry mumbled, moving closer until his head came to rest on Severus� shoulder. Severus enfolded the boy in his arms, softly stroking over Harry�s messy hair. His hand continued its soothing movement until it accidentally brushed against the collar. He stilled, suddenly unable to move his hand away from it, upon being reminded once more of tonight�s events.

It was as if he could actually feel the guilt wallowing up in him, big bubbles of guilt coursing through his body, invading his bloodstream, clamping their icy fists over his heart.

He was guilty. Guilty of raping Harry, guilty for putting that collar on him, guilty for agreeing to the plan in the first place. He hadn�t wanted to do any of those things, but like many experiences in his life, he had done them anyway, because it had been necessary.

Necessary - what an ugly word.

Severus pulled Harry even closer, wanting to feel his chest move with every breath, feel the puffs of air against his throat when the boy exhaled. Harry was alive. Alive. Nothing else mattered at the moment.

***

Dumbledore had thought it necessary to frown upon the relationship between the Potions Master and the prospective Saviour of the Wizarding World, making their lives difficult by putting as many obstacles in their path as he could think of, without hindering the workings of the Order. Severus and Harry had complied, hiding their passion for each other behind the old hate-game they had grown expert in playing over the years, but they yearned to be able to live openly, together and as lovers.

Once Severus had gained the knowledge that Voldemort wanted to reinstate slavery as a means to keep his former opponents under control, the meddling, hypocritical, old coot suddenly decided it was necessary to make use of the opportunity offered by their �special relationship� he had at first condemned. Snape was to lead Harry in Voldemort�s captivity, so that the two of them could slay the Dark Wizard with their combined powers.

They had protested against it, of course. Following the headmaster�s orders would be extremely dangerous for both of them, as the tiniest slip up could lead to torture, death or worse. Albus had given them time to think about it, said that they didn�t have to decide on it immediately. The Headmaster had probably never doubted that they would agree in the end and therefore could afford it to appear generous and understanding.

Harry had followed Severus to his quarters after the meeting with Dumbledore. The boy had been sitting on his bed, shaking, tears running down his cheeks. He was only seventeen after all, and the prospect of being captured by the Dark Lord would frighten better men than him.

�I�m scared,� he had muttered. �So scared that Voldemort will find out somehow and kill you, I couldn�t stand to see you die.�

�Do you trust me?� Severus had asked.

�You know I do.� Harry had replied.

Severus had held Harry and assured him that he didn�t need to worry, that he would be careful, that the Dark Lord wouldn�t find out. They had talked a lot that night and on the next day they informed the Headmaster that they would go through with the plan.

�I am sure you would not let him be hurt more than necessary for the greater good, dear boy,� Dumbledore had smiled sweetly at Severus after the last meeting of the Order they had attended. Fortunately, Harry had already left by then.

They had spent Harry�s last night at Hogwarts together, fucking like hippogriffs in heat, desperate for touch, for feeling, for the sensations of skin on skin. It had been rough, their grunts and growls, primal sounds to underline their nearly frantic coupling. Harry had ridden him, fucked himself on his cock like there was no tomorrow and Severus had come screaming, cock buried as deep inside Harry�s arse as it could get. The boy had followed shortly after, biting his shoulder almost hard enough to break the skin, while he covered his fist with spurt after spurt of hot semen.

Afterwards they had lain there, so close to each other that it was hard to decipher where one started and the other ended. They had been wary of what was to come and had discussed several scenarios during the dark hours of the night.

In hindsight it had been so much easier than they had expected it to be.

The outcome is known to all of the wizardkind: Voldemort, after much planning and strategizing, had lead his followers to the castle at the night of Halloween. The battle had been horrible, curses flying back and forth, people screaming, bleeding, dying all over the place, and not only on the Dark Lord�s side.

Once Dumbledore had fallen victim to one of the Dark Lord�s Avada Kedavras the battle had been decided before it really began. Dumbledore had always seemed invincible, like he would always be there to offer Sherbet Lemons and use everyone as pawns in his eternal game of chess with the forces of darkness. But now it was checkmate for the white king.

As Voldemort had captured most of the children of wizarding Britain, their parents had been easy to intimidate into doing what he wished, their offspring�s lives were at stake after all.

Due to the fact that both Albus Dumbledore and Harry Potter were presumed dead, the side of the light had lost their hope and along with it their will to resist. It had been ridiculously easy for Voldemort to sneak into the ministry, kill the minister and declare himself the new minister of magic, even before his Death Eaters had taken out the majority of the Aurors.

Afterwards the spoils of war were divided. Severus got to be the one to train the Boy-Who-Lived-to-be-a-Slave as a reward for his loyal services, after all, without his information the assault on Hogwarts would never have succeeded. Voldemort, not believing that the headstrong boy could be broken, demanded the right to test him on his �progress�.

Severus had been given a month to train Harry and they had used the time well. They had talked about every possible and even the not so possible aspects Voldemort�s test could contain and then went to practice them until they would be able to play their roles convincingly. Severus had helped Harry to master his Occlumency skills further, so that not even his thoughts would betray them, and had tried to teach him as many other useful things as possible in the little time they were given.

They had both been nervous when the day of the test had approached. Severus received the instructions about what the test would contain only shortly before it was to take place, and once he had read over them his first impulse was to stop this whole thing. But Harry had convinced him that they were too far along with the plan to stop now.

The only precautions he could take were to give Harry a potion from the small collection he had fortunately brought along and to coat his fingers with some lube which was still in his robes pocket from this afternoon�s desperate love making. They both had wanted to experience this most intimate of connections for one last time, in case they failed the test and their cover was blown.

It had been horrific, having to do all those things to Harry, their lovemaking suddenly twisted into something ugly, not there to result in pleasure but rather to humiliate, to hurt and to possess.

A long time ago, he had sworn to himself that he would never hurt Harry, that he would protect his lover from the uglier sides of his personality and tonight he had broken that promise. Of course Harry had said that he had forgiven him, but it would need time until things between them could be back to the way they used to be. Severus had noticed Harry flinching as he touched him, a reaction he understood only too well.

***

He petted Harry�s back, stroking soothing circles over it. The place where the boy�s head rested was wet and more tears were silently streaming from his eyes. Harry always cried without making any noises, a habit he had probably acquired at those damned muggles, which Dumbledore had made him live with.

Severus took his wand from where he had left it on the nightstand and muttered the spell to remove the collar. He didn�t want to see it any longer.
This whole master-slave thing was so utterly ridiculous, a farce they would have to play in order to survive, a farce like tonight had been, except that Harry was really hurt and it was his fault.

He cursed the Headmaster and simultaneously thanked the old fool. Because without Dumbledore and his selfish plan to sacrifice Harry to Voldemort in order to allow Harry and Severus joint entrance to his hiding place, they wouldn�t have made a plan of their own.

He smirked, while softly stroking the boy�s delicate neck. The censorious old wizard was gone. One obstacle less on the path to their happiness. As almighty and omniscient as the old fool had appeared to be, he had never suspected that Severus would change sides. He should have remembered that Harry and Severus were Slytherin at their core and ultimately would look after their own gains. Harry wasn�t as much Gryffindor as Dumbledore had believed, not after all what they and especially the headmaster himself had put him trough.

This major flaw in Dumbledore�s plan had been his downfall.

Harry suddenly lifted his head, his gaze locking with Severus�. �Stop thinking about it Severus. It is over, we�re alive and together, so I regret nothing and neither should you.�

Ah, Legilimency, the boy had learned a good number of things from him. Severus nodded slowly. �I�ll try, but...�

�I love you,� Harry said, raising his head to press soft lips on his, successfully preventing him from finishing his sentence.

Severus kissed back, tongue flicking over Harry�s lips and seeking entrance. Once this was gained he proceeded to move his tongue in a duet with his lover�s, a familiar dance they were well accustomed to. He didn�t tell Harry that he loved him, he disliked captivating his feelings into words, he rather expressed them through his actions.

After a while they reluctantly separated. He understood that Harry had needed this as a reassurance that their love had survived this, but wouldn�t be ready for anything more for a while.

�It won�t be easy, will it?� Harry asked, his head once more pillowed on Severus� shoulder.

�Most certainly not, but we will get through this together,� Severus said. He didn�t plan to leave Harry anytime soon, or ever. They had already gone through so much to be together, they would be able to cope with this new situation like they had coped with everything else.

Their live would be a challenging one. Voldemort now ruled the wizarding world, but at least they were together. Officially they were master and slave, but that were just roles they had to play, an act for the public.

As always, life moved on, and they were ready to make the best of what it would hold in tow for them. And maybe, if the opportunity would present itself some day, they would execute the rest of Dumbledore�s plan.

It was worth it. In the end, everything was worth it.

Finis
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