I want him, Harry thought, staring at the tall, dark, powerful and no doubt, very dangerous man sat on the horse across from them.
"Who is he?" Harry asked his best friend Ron. The pair were laying in their hide hole, an abandoned animal lair that they had found and made their own. Ron was there to hide from his mother so he wouldn't get any more chores for a few hours, Ron didn't know was that it was also Harry's home.
Molly Weasley (Ron's mother) had seven children and while only the youngest two still lived with her. Mr Weasley and the three oldest had died two summers earlier in an accident. Molly had to do a lot of small jobs so that Ron and Ginny could learn at Hogwarts rather than work like all the other children their age.
He knew Molly would have taken him in if she knew he lived on street but he knew she couldn’t afford it. So he told them he still lived with the Dursleys, although he had run away years earlier.
Hogwarts was the school where Ron was learning magic, although the redhead couldn't do any outside of school so Harry had never actually seen him do Magic. All of Molly's seven children had been lucky enough to be chosen as students at Hogwarts and to get full scholarships, so all Molly had to pay for was food and clothing.
"He's Mage Lord Snape, he arrived yesterday. Lord Voldemort sent him to watch the finals of the National duelling competition."
Ron had told him all about the National Duelling Competition Finals, how witches and wizards came from all over the nation to fight for the position of dueller of the year and how Ron would be in it. It had been told to Harry in a very condescending tone, like most of what Ron told him about magic was but Harry didn't mind. He enjoyed learning about the magical world and Ron was his best friend, his only friend.
"That's Malfoy beside him, the twit I'm always telling you about." Harry nodded, Ron was always complaining that Malfoy had done something to suck up to the professors or something to sabotage Ron. He allowed his eyes to leave Snape and looked at the blonde. Malfoy looked like a snob, clever, cunning, proud but not Stupid like Ron said.
While the Weasleys might not have lived in the best part of town, they didn't live in the worst, that was where Harry worked. At the age of eight when he had run away and for the next four years he had been a petty thief, stealing what he needed to survive. At twelve years of age an older prostitute called Lucas had caught him stealing the money that the older boy had just earned.
Four hours later Harry had no virginity left to loose with a man and while it hadn't been painless, no first time was, Lucas had made sure not to rip him and that he had enjoyed it. Harry had even stayed around to give him a blow job to show there were no hard feelings. Lucas had taught him the business, not just sex but about money, how to defend himself and how to make his own clothes then turned him loose on the city.
Harry had been a professional for five years now, he didn't particularly enjoy servicing so many men like some boys did but it paid for his food. He was very popular, small, slim with perfect tanned skin, soft black hair that reached his shoulders and huge emerald eyes that made him look feminine and even smaller.
"Runaway coach," Ron pointed out in a bored tone.
Harry looked away from Snape and in the direction Ron was pointing. A small carriage led by a pair of black and white horses was on the loose.
"Hermione," Ron shouted in shock.
Hermione was a girl at Ron's school, one that the red-head fancied and had even kissed at the winter solstice, even as this was going through his head, Harry was moving. Smaller and more agile than Ron, he was first out of their lair and running towards Hermione.
The girl in question had bushy brown hair, her head stuck in a book and she was in the path of the carriage.
"Move," he yelled as he got near.
She looked up at him then at the rapidly approaching carriage and froze. Girls, Harry thought in disgust, he had never found any use for them. Harry put on an extra spurt of energy and dove for her, rolling both of them out of the way.
"Get off me you ruffian, get off, get off," Hermione screeched, hitting him repeatedly on the back.
Harry rolled away from her as quick as he could, watching with a small amount of envy as she pulled Ron into a hug, Ron was his friend not hers. The carriage was long gone and they hadn't even really attracted any attention, near misses with carriages were an everyday occurrence.
"Oh Ron it was horrible, the carriage was so fast and that horrible boy was rolling all over me." Hermione sent him a dirty look.
Harry watched Ron go almost red as his hair then turn Hermione to face him, "Erm, Hermione this is my best friend, Harry."
Hermione just stared at Ron then turned to face Harry, the black haired youth grinned, ignoring the look of disgust on her face, "Nice to finally meet you Miss Hermione. Ron talks about you all the time."
"Harry," Hermione said coldly, ignoring Harry's extended hand, Ron as normal was completely oblivious to the tension.
"I had better go Ron."
Harry quickly walked off, not caring where he was going, he just had to be away from Her and Ron, wishing with all his heart he could be something more than a prostitute. But his body was only thing he had to sell and he had to eat.
++++++
Severus sat on his horse, his godson sat beside him, he had promised Draco they would go riding together and in the end the younger man had offered to show him around Hogsmeade. Severus knew Draco was a smart boy but he sometimes wondered if common sense came with intelligence. His godson seemed to have forgotten that he had also attended Hogwarts and probably knew his way around Hogsmeade better than Draco did.
Hogsmeade was pretty much as he remembered, the not so well off and down right poor scraping a living for themselves doing whatever they had to. He might not have grown up like these people but he knew them, he had spent many hours here.
"Move." The shout distracted him from his musings, more the soft tone than anything else. He turned to watch the most delicious body in the tightest clothes running towards a brown fuzzy haired girl who was froze in front of a runaway carriage. The boy rolled and Severus had to swallow a moan as his lips spread in an evil grin while the boy writhed and bucked as the ungrateful girl hit her rescuer.
"Do you know they are?" He asked his godson, pointing at the pair which had grown to a trio, a redhead was now hugging the girl while the beautiful boy watched in envy. For a few seconds Severus wondered who the boy was jealous of.
"They're both in my year at Hogwarts. The redhead is a Weasley, as if the hair didn't give it away, the youngest son, Ronald. The girl is a muggleborn and know it all, Hermione Granger."
"What about the black haired boy?" Severus asked, indicating the leaving youth.
"I don't know, he's not at Hogwarts, probably just a muggle friend of Weasely," Draco replied with disdain.
Severus nodded but was enchanted by that Oh so innocent sway of the youth's hips. At the end of the street the youth turned, first looking at the still hugging pair then his eyes moved to Severus and for a spit second their eyes met. Severus felt himself sinking into brilliant green eyes before the youth blushed slightly and turned away, walking quickly around the corner.
++++++
Severus sat in his quarters, he was trying to read a rare book on potions that he had found in Hogwart's Professor's library but his mind kept returning to the green eyed beauty in Hogsmeade. It had been three days since he had seen the boy and two and a half days since he had called Argus Filch, his sworn man and sent him to discover all he could about the green eyed boy.
Filch had come to Hogsmeade six weeks before Severus so he could ingrain himself with the locals and report to Severus without suspicion of them arriving together. His main job was to find threats to Severus and their Lord and deal with them before they became problems.
With a sigh he turned back a page and tried to concentrate on it. Filch would be by in a few hours to report, and if he didn't stop thinking about the youth he was going to end up jerking off for the third time that day.
++++
Argus Filch moaned, gripped hips harder, and pounded even harder into the smaller body that was holding onto the headboard of the crappie bed in the crappie brothel like his life depended on it. But Argus didn't care how crappie the bed or what anything else was like, the smaller body was hot and tight, moaning, whining and wriggling like a bitch in heat.
"Harder, faster," the boy begged and Argus sped up, not because the boy asked but because it reminded him that he had to meet with his Mage Lord soon and he couldn't be late. It was two days since his Mage Lord had sent him to find the youth and this was the second time he had used the youth.
He had to give it to the boy he was good, Argus had forgotten more than once that the boy was bought and paid for not a lover. The boy sounded like he was really enjoying himself and every time Argus reached down he had smiled at the erection he had found.
Argus reached under the slim body and mercilessly teased the very nicely sized erection (especially for someone so small). It was strange for him to feel a penis with foreskin, most boys were cut within weeks of birth.
He carried on thrusting hard and massaging the penis in his hand mercilessly until the hand was covered in wetness and fluttering anal muscles pulled his orgasm from him with a groan. The pair collapsed forward, breathing hard, it took Argus a few minutes to pull himself back together and off the boy. He cleaned them both up with the boy’s shirt then dressed and dropped a dozen Galleons on the rickety table beside the bed, "The room has been rented for the entire night, I'm sure you'll see me again," Argus said as he left with one last stroke of those tight cheeks.
+++
Harry sat up when the door shut and stretched, then looked over at the table and gasped. The money on the table was more he would earn in three normally four days of work. He moved the money to a hidden pouch on his belt than laid back down on the bed. Normally he wouldn't waste money to rent a room but it was paid for and he wouldn't waste it.
It was the most comfortable place he had ever slept, Harry thought as he drifted off.
+++
It was close to midnight when Filch finally reported, Severus thought he would go made waiting. The rough looking man crept through a secret passage and knelt at Severus’ feet.
"Report."
"His name is Harry, no known surname, a prostitute that's still as tight as a virgin."
Severus growled and before he realised had his hand around Argus’ neck and was squeezing. "My Lord," Filch squeaked and Severus growled at himself as he threw Filch away, following the other man to stand over Filch with his foot between the prone man's shoulder blades.
"How do you know how tight he is?"
"I used him twice," Filch said quickly and Severus pressed further onto the man's back, "You didn't say he was off limits," Filch protested at the extra pressure and that was the only reason he lived. Severus acknowledged this comment and threw himself back into his seat, he hadn't said Filch couldn't fuck the boy so didn't have a leg to stand on.
He waited until Filch had returned to his kneeling position before speaking again, "Tell me everything."
Filch's voice croaked slightly but he spoke confidently, "You told me he was friends with the youngest Weasley boy do I spoke to the boy’s mother. She told me I had to be speaking about Harry and that he lived with an aunt, uncle and cousin, Petunia, Vernon and Dudley Dursley. She wasn't exactly sure where they lived but knew it was somewhere in the theatre district. I looked the Dursleys up in the town register but found nothing."
"You wouldn't," Severus said when Filch pauseed, "Three years ago they kidnapped, raped and tortured a wizarding child, they were executed."
Filch nodded and carried on, "So I followed young Harry to the whore district. He's been working there for five years, he is popular and does well. He has good instincts and lost me twice. I've used him twice, he is very good at what he does. I left him in a prepaid room with enough money for a few days. As far as he can tell he lives under the fifth house on Gremton street."
Severus nodded, "Get out. Send a message to Crabbe and Goyle that I want to see them first thing."
Severus waited until Filch had left to start pacing and mulling over why he had got so angry at Filch for having sex with the youth, with Harry. He'd asked for Crabbe and Goyle because they wouldn't ask questions and wouldn't care why they were being sent after a prostitute. He lay on his bed with a sigh, tomorrow he would have Harry and everything would be fine, he had a feeling.
++++
Harry bit down on the cake and sighed in pleasure, he'd never had chocolate cake before. He hoped that the man, Argus, came back again, especially if he left that much money.
Two faces appeared at the lair entrance, sticks that he recognised as wands held in front ot them, "You Harry?" The ugly one on the left said.
"Why do you want to know?" Harry asked cautiously while starting to back away. He didn't like the look of them or the situation he was in.
"Are you Harry?" The one on the right asked and if possible he was even uglier than the first one.
"I’m Harry," he answered as he moved his hands behind him, looking for some sort of weapon. The only thing he could feel was a thin wooden stick, it wouldn't do any good as a weapon but maybe if they thought he was a fellow wizard, they wouldn't want him. He brought the stick in front of him and tried to remember one of the words that Ron had told him. "Expelliarmus," Harry shouted and was surprised when the ugly one on the right flew backwards, he missed the shout of the other man and the next thing he knew, blackness was descending on him.
+++
Harry thought the bed in the hotel had been soft and after years of sleeping on the ground it was but the bed he was in now was what he imagined clouds felt like. It wasn't until a hand moved down his back and onto his arse and her realised he was naked. But his only response was to moan and thrust back into the hand.
"Aren't you a responsive little thing," a voice purred from behind him, Harry just groaned as that voice went straight to his groin. The voice chuckled as two slick fingers slipped into his arse, Harry groaned and thrust back, he tried to make sure he was slicked when customers took him but had on more than one occasion been taken with only spit or in really bad cases dry.
It wasn't long before a third finger was added and he was pulled to his knees, Harry whimpered as the fingers were removed and let out a long groan as a long thick dick was sunk into his arse.
"Don't fake any responses, I will know."
"I’m not faking," Harry gasped as he thrust his hips back and felt large balls hit his own. Long thin but obviously strong arms came down around his head and a mouth fastened itself to his shoulder. Harry just whimpered and moaned as the cock in his arse was pulled out almost to the tip then slammed back in, all the time the mouth was biting and nipping at the skin across his shoulders.
Harry groaned and tried to reach down to touch his erection then whimpered like a wounded animal when his hand was grabbed and their fingers woven together before being placed back on the bed.
"You will come on my cock, you will not touch your cock and neither will I, if you don't come then you won't come," the voice gasped into his ear, Harry shivered but nodded.
The cock in his arse quickened up, slamming roughly in and out of him, Harry groaned and felt his orgasm start to build up, the thick cock in his arse brushing over his prostate with each thrust. “Come little one,” The man growled into his ear then bit his neck, Harry screamed and came, feeling the man fill him from behind.
Harry panted under the weight of the man before gaining enough energy to roll the man off him but he didn’t remove his face from the pillow. He felt a slim hand stroke his back and a finger slip back into his arse, “Two more Galleons if you want to fuck me again,” he murmured as another finger slipped into his arse.
“Oh no little one, you are mine now, I don’t have to pay you. You belong to me,” the voice said and stroked his neck, tugging on what felt like a collar. Harry bolted into a sitting position, trying to look at his neck, the man chuckled, it was deep, almost like a purr.
A mirror was handed to him and he could see that there was a slim gold collar around his neck, he recognised it, it claimed he was an indentured servant. “I don’t understand,” Harry said as he looked at the man for the first time, gasping when he recognised Mage Lord Snape from that day in Hogsmeade.
“Do you know the punishment for a Hogwarts’ pupil who does magic outside of school?” Harry shook his head, “Three months suspension unless they can prove it was accidental. And the punishment for a wizard in training using magic that isn’t accidental?” Harry shook his head, he was scared, he didn’t like where this was going at all. “Three months in Jail and finally the punishment if a non-trained wizard purposely uses magic against a fully trained wizard?” Harry shook his head, although he did suspect, “Five years as an indentured servant or three years in prison. You were unconscious when you were charged so I claimed you for my own. I’ve wanted you since I saw you rescue Ms Granger.”
“But I didn’t do magic, I don’t know how,” Harry argued, as an indentured slave, it basically meant he was a Slave but only for a defined period of time.
“You disarmed one of the two men I sent to collect you with magic.”
“I was just trying to scare them, one of the boys I know got taken by wizards, they hurt him bad, beat him and did something to his memory, he didn’t even know his own name. I didn’t want them to get me, I thought if they thought I was just another wizard they would leave me alone. I only grabbed a stick and said a word I heard a wizard use once.”
Strong hands soothed his back, pulling him into the man’s lap, “I’m afraid it doesn’t matter, nothing can remove that necklace before your five years are up but don’t worry little one, I won’t abuse you.”
Harry leaned his head against the strong shoulder, the man’s scent surrounding him, “I’ve been abused before mister.”
A strong hand lifted his chin until he met powerful onyx eyes, “I will not abuse you little one and I am Master in public or Severus in private. Now what is your name?”
“Harry, Master.”
“I don’t see anyone around little one.”
Harry smiled shyly at the older man, “Harry, Severus.”
His Master nodded before letting go of his chin and holding him tight, cradling Harry’s smaller body against his own larger one. “Just Harry?”
“I lived with my uncle until I was eight, he didn’t like me and I didn’t like him, I did us all a favour when I left. He never told me about my parents except that they were no good drunks who left him with such a scrawny brat. They never even told me their names, I only know my mother is Lily because once when Aunt Petunia was shouting at him, she said something horrible about her sister, my mother.”
“Well just Harry, I think it is time we got some sleep.”
Harry nodded as the man lay down, Harry resting on his side, the young man snuggled against the older man, not fighting his captivity, he saw no reason to. He would be warm, fed, NOT abused and he would only have to serve one Master, a Master he happened to like the look of.
“Goodnight Severus,” he whispered into a pale shoulder.
“Goodnight Harry.”
+++
Dressed in plain white trousers and tunic, a complete opposite to His Master’s black clothing, Harry followed His Master to the teacher’s table at Hogwarts. He didn’t take his eyes off the back of His Master’s black robe, not wanting to see all of the students staring at him. It had to be obvious what he was now, white clothes like the ones he wore were mainly only worn by slaves and Novices, the boys training to be priests. But the white clothing and specially designed tunic, showed off his gold collar, indicating he was an indentured slave.
Harry may have had no formal slave training but he knew the basics, when His Master sat, Harry took his place at His Master’s feet. A strong but thin hand rested on his head, the tips of his fingers stroking the top of one of his ears. Harry got a pat on his head before His Master stood up to speak to the school.
“As you all know today is the semi-final and the final of the National Duelling Competition. The four competitors are Ronald Weasley, Blaise Zambini, Cho Chang and Draco Malfoy. Mister Weasley and Mister Zambini will duel at ten, Ms Chang and Mister Malfoy at Eleven. The final will be after lunch at one on the Quidditch pitch, all students and teachers are expected to attend. The Champion of this competition will return to the capital with me where they will meet our Lord Voldemort and accompany him to the world duelling competition in two months time.
“You may have noticed the young man sat by my feet, he is Harry my indentured servant and you will treat him as if he was me. He is my indentured servant because he performed magic on another wizard in defence with no training. He is not dangerous and I will not have him treated as such. If anyone does have an problems with him then you will come to me about it but be warned I will question you under Veritaserum and if I find you are lying to me then I will punish you.”
His Master sat down and Harry sighed as that hand rested on his head again, just petting his head. Harry smiled at the feeling and at His Master’s speech, he hadn’t been sure about the promise of no abuse but the older man meant it. Harry grinned as His Master fed him by hand, the food was delicious, some of the best he had ever had. About half way through the meal His Master held a goblet to his mouth and let him drink slowly, it was an unfamiliar but nice taste.
“Pumpkin Juice,” His Master said.
“I like it Master.”
“I’m glad Harry.”
Harry smiled up at His Master and waited patiently for the rest of his meal and then the rest of the day. He was looking forward to watching the duels, he knew that being His Master’s indentured Slave was his only chance of watching the duels. Only students and students’ families were allowed into Hogwarts for the tournament.
+++
Severus smiled down at Harry and stroked the black head, they were at the final of the duelling competition and His Harry was leaning against his leg, one arm wrapped around Severus’ leg while he watched the duel with wide eyes. Harry was more than he could have ever imagined, he had expected a good fuck and not much else. He’d known his slave was brave but hadn’t expected a clever youth with a good sense of humour and very tactile person.
Harry loved to be touched without being harmed, to be petted and stroked, looked after. He had already sent a letter to Lord Voldemort asking for permission to teach Harry magic, he doubted his Lord would not give him permission but he wanted to be on the safe side. He had tested his little one before waking that morning and found that the youth had a high magical ability, Severus even still had the stick that Harry had used as a wand when he had been captured.
Once he got permission to teach Harry Magic he would transform it to the shape of a wand and use that to teach the youth with. If the youth could perform a spell without a wand for the first time and take down a trained wizard, even Goyle, then with proper training he would be able to do all sorts.
“Are you enjoying yourself Harry?” He asked, moving his hand so he could stroke a small ear and smiled as the young man let out a small purr before answering.
“Oh Yes Master, it’s so exciting. Ron, I mean the redhead always told me about what different spells could do, never how to perform them just what they could do. He said he was one of the best but I didn’t quite believe him. But I mean look at him, he’s good.”
Severus had to agree, Mister Weasley was rather good, “What do you think about Mister Malfoy?”
“He’s good too, he was amazing this morning in the semi-final, I don’t think I have seen anyone move so fast.”
“Yes he was very good. Who do you think will win?” Severus asked, very interested in what the young man would say.
“I’m not sure Master. Ron has more power than Mister Malfoy I think but Mister Malfoy has more finesse and he is quicker than Ron. I think if Ron gets a solid hit in then Mister Malfoy will go down but Mister Malfoy will win if he gets through Ron’s shields.”
“Very good assessment Harry, you are right when you say that Mister Weasley is more powerful but in a duel like this it is Draco who has the better odds. His spells are more precise and don’t drain him as much.”
Harry nodded but didn’t remove his eyes from the duel, Severus grinned and was actually nervous. He didn’t know which of the pair would win, he knew Draco was good, he had trained with his godson but Weasley was putting up a lot of resistance. While Severus was looking forward to travelling with his godson, he did not want to be travelling with Weasley, even if he was Harry’s friend.
It was with a sigh of relief from Severus that five minutes later Draco finally broke through Weasley’s shields and stunned the redhead. He made his way down to the duelling platform to congratulate Draco, Harry trailing behind him. “May I go and see Ron?” Harry asked from behind him, “While you say well done to Mister Malfoy.”
“You can go and talk to him but when I leave to go back into the school, I expect you to be behind me.”
“Yes Master,” Harry replied then leaned up and kissed his cheek, “Thank-you.”
Harry bounded off to the other boy while Severus shook Draco’s hand then pulled the youth into a hug. “Well done Draco.”
“Thank-you uncle, I like your new slave.” He had always been called Uncle by his godson and he liked it as his own persuasion meant there was little chance of him having children of his own.
Severus chuckled, “But remember he is my slave, if I find you touching him in anyway I have not allowed, you will find out why I am part of our Lord’s inner circle.”
“Of course uncle but I am looking forward to travelling with you and your slave.”
“Harry, Draco, his name is Harry and while I may call you Draco, he will call you Master Draco unless you have objections so I expect you not to call him Slave. He has magic Draco, more than you, more than Mister Weasley, he has more raw power than I do, if our Lord allows me to train him then he will be almost as powerful as our Lord. The only reason he hasn’t attended Hogwarts is that after his parent’s death, he went to live with abusive relatives then ran away and lived on the street from the age of eight. I believe his relatives beat him for doing accidental magic so he stopped doing it and by the time he was eleven the magic of Hogsmeade masked his own magic.”
“You really think he could be that powerful Uncle?”
Severus didn’t answer for a few seconds than nodded, “I think he could.”
“Merlin, I’m glad I’ll get to meet him then.”
+++
Harry ran over and arrived just as Ron was waking up, “Harry mate what hit me?”
Harry chuckled and pulled the larger boy to his feet while Granger watched them with disgust on her face, Harry decided it was best just to ignore her. “That would have been Mister Malfoy.”
Ron nodded, “You really a slave to that git Snape?”
“Yeah, I tried to scare some wizards off by using one of the spells I heard, I don’t know who was more surprised when it worked, me or him. But Snape doesn’t seem too bad,” Harry answered as he checked on where His Master was : Still talking to his Godson.
“If you say so mate, I still think he’s a greasy git.”
“Yeah but I’m his now, could you tell your mom that I’ll be alright and not to worry.”
“Will do Mate,” Ron was replying even as Harry was starting to move back towards His Master.
“I’ve got to go, I’ll be fine Ron,” Harry said then turned and started to run to catch up with His Master and His Master’s Godson.
But he wasn’t running fast enough not to hear Granger’s comment, “I don’t understand why you were friends with such a ruffian.”
Harry just grit his teeth and caught up with His Master, walking the correct distance behind the pair of men that a Slave should. They returned to the quarters that Harry recognised as those belonging to His Master, the two men sat down, Harry stood at His Master’s side, unsure of what to do.
“On my knee Harry.”
With a satisfied grin Harry climbed onto his knee and curled into His Master’s larger body, his head resting on one thin shoulder while hands petted him. “Draco please call a house elf for some afternoon tea, you must be hungry after that duel....”
Harry let their conversation float over his head as he drifted into a half sleeping state, eating whatever food His Master put to his lips and enjoying the feeling of those hands.
Severus looked down at his practically sleeping slave but didn’t stop stroking the messy hair.
“Considering you only got him yesterday, he seems very comfortable with you,” Draco commented like he didn’t have a care in the world but Severus had known the blonde since birth, he could hear the jealousy.
“I think after the life he has had, he would have been like this with the first person who showed him any amount of kindness,” Severus replied but at the same time hoped it was more than that, he felt a bond with this youth and hoped that the same wouldn’t have happened with anyone else.
“Maybe,” was Draco’s only reply before their conversation returned to their trip to Diagon Alley and Lord Voldemort’s headquarters.
+++
Harry lay on His Master’s bed, reading a book on slave behaviour, it was hard going as his reading skills weren’t the best but he was determined never to embarrass His Master. The man had been telling the truth and so far had done nothing to hurt Harry, not even punishment because he had been trying so hard to behave.
A pop from beside the bed startled him, he turned and saw a house elf sat there, he smiled at the small figure, recognising it as Dobby, the elf who had been bringing him his meals. “Hello Dobby, how can I help you?”
“Dobby is liking Master Harry, Master Harry is nice. Master Snape is wanting Master Harry in Master Snape’s office.”
Harry nodded and smiled, “Thank-you Dobby and I have told you before not to call me Master Harry. I’m only an indentured servant.”
“But you is kind to Dobby, not punishing Dobby, Dobby want to call yous, Master Harry.”
Harry sighed and smiled at the eager look on the small creatures face, he was the first house elf Harry had met. He had heard of them before and even seen on but never spoke to one.
“Dobby I don’t know where Master’s office is, could you take me there?” Harry asked as he stood up, slipping on his shoes and straightening his clothes.
“Of course Master Harry,” Dobby replied with a smile and a disconcerting second later he found himself stood in a large office.
“Petrificus Totalus,” came His Master’s voice only seconds before he fell to the ground, a small thud told him that he wasn’t only one immobilised on the floor, Dobby had joined him. Harry stared at the ceiling, hoping His Master wouldn’t be angry. Finally the familiar black eyes of His Master appeared above him but Harry was pleased to notice that it was amusement and not anger in those eyes, eyes he really, really liked.
“Finite Incantatum.”
Harry sighed as he felt his body relax and smiled as strong hands pulled him up, “Sorry Master,” Harry said as he buried his nose in His Master’s robe, loving the smells of outside and sage.
“Don’t be Harry, I just wasn’t expecting you to arrive like that, how did you by the way?”
Harry turned and pointed at the still bound Dobby, “I didn’t know where your office was, I asked him to bring me here and here we are.”
Harry watched His Master smile, glad His Master was seeing the funny side, another “Finite Incantatum” and Dobby was free, he bowed and popped out before Harry could thank him.
“I missed you Severus,” Harry said as he wrapped his arms around the slim form of His Master and buried his nose in those robes again.
“I missed you too my Harry.”
Harry smiled against the black robes, glad he wasn’t the only one who had missed the other. In the week since they arrived at the Capitol and taken up residence in Severus’ wing of the Palace, Harry hadn't seen His Master except for them to sleep and then it had been only sleep, cuddling and no sex. He had spent all the time in his Master’s chambers, exploring and reading.
Severus backed towards his seat, Harry still firmly in his arms, until he reached his seat. He sat down and arranged Harry on his lap, the young man’s back against his front and thin thighs spread around his own. “I know, I’ve been busy but it couldn’t be helped and part of it was for you.”
Harry turned until he could see His Master’s eyes, “Me?” he asked in disbelief.
Severus kissed his Harry on the nose then just brushed their lips together before sitting back, “Yes you. The morning of the duel at Hogwarts I wrote to Lord Voldemort to ask him if I could teach you magic.”
“What?” Harry squeaked in surprise, hating how silly he sounded when he squeaked.
“You are very powerful Harry, I great resource for our Lord. I was given permission three days ago and have spent the last three days deciding what I would teach you.”
Harry sagged against His Master, not quite believing what he had just been told, “But Master I’m not clever enough to remember all those spells and I don’t have a wand.”
Thin fingers grabbed his chin and forced him to meet onyx eyes, “You are clever enough, Harry you relearnt how to read in only a few days and you have not only remembered but obeyed all rules I have given you, except the one about calling me Severus in private.”
“Sorry Severus,” Harry said and he was but it was hard to remember, in his mind Severus was his owner, his protector, his lover, His Master.
“And you do have a wand,” His master said and leaned forward to pull open his draw, then leaned further forward and finally drew out a long thin bit off wood that Harry recognised as a wand but not the one that His Master used.
“This is yours,” Severus told his little one handing over the wood, he smiled as Harry handled it like it was the most fragile thing in the world, staring at it in amazement. He didn’t tell his Harry that unlike every other wand that had ever been made, Harry’s didn’t have a core. It was just eleven inches of core-less holly that he had formed from Harry’s stick (the one he had done magic with), the wood had refused to be any other length.
“Really mine?” Harry asked in disbelief.
Severus nodded and nuzzled behind one small ear, “Really yours, now would you like to try a spell?”
Harry jumped off his knee and turned to face him, “Of course, what?”
“I thought we would start at the beginning,” Severus said as he withdrew his own wand from his holster, he pointed it at a scroll on his desk, “Wingardium Leviosa.” The scroll slowly floated upwards, Severus held it in the air for a few seconds before lowering it back to the desk.
“I can’t do that Severus,” Harry told him and Severus hated that he could hear fear in the young man’s voice, fear that he wouldn’t succeed and would be punished.
“Yes you can Harry,” Severus replied as he moved to stand behind Harry, his hand holding Harry’s wand hand, “Just say the words and remember how I moved my hand.”
It took a few attempts but within twenty minutes the young man was easily casting his first spell, using an amount of control that Severus hadn’t expected yet. But he gave his young lover a smile, his Harry was just as powerful as he had imagined.
“I think that is enough for now and you definitely deserve a treat,” Severus said as his hands moved down a slim back and into white pants, cupping naked cheeks, making Harry moan.
“Please Severus,” was Harry’s only response before the pair was kissing. Severus knew there was no chance they would make it back to their room and he had always wanted to christen his desk.
+++
Harry lay safely in His Master’s arms, His Master’s soft cock laying limp between his arse cheeks. He knew the older man was asleep, his long but no less gorgeous nose buried in Harry’s neck and long strong arms wrapped around him. But Harry wouldn’t have it any other way, he loved being in His Master’s arms.
He knew he should have been asleep but he couldn’t, the days activities were still rushing around his mind. He couldn’t believe that he was learning Magic, him, Harry no-name, an indentured Slave was being taught magic. His Master had explained that he would have five lessons every day, Dark arts, Potions and charms for an hour each on a morning with His Master and then an hour of Charms then Herbology with Master Malfoy. He couldn’t wait.
“Sleep Harry,” His Master ordered, his voice slurred with sleep.
Harry sighed and started to drift off to sleep, thinking only of His Master, determined not to disobey an order.
+++
Harry woke with the knowledge that today was important, it took him a few minutes to remember that today was the day of the testing. It had been one month since he had started learning magic and today was the day that he would first meet Lord Voldemort because the Lord would be testing him. If he did well enough then His Master was allowed to continue teaching him Magic.
He enjoyed all of his lessons and did very well in all of them, well nearly all of them, he wasn’t doing too well in Potions or he hadn’t been. He could see the disappointment in His Master’s, A Potion Master, every time he had messed up a potion so on week into his training he had gone to the only other person he could think of for help : Master Draco.
FLASHBACK
Harry was nervous about asking Master Draco for help but there was no-one else. “Harry you normally leave as soon as we finish, what’s wrong?”
“Master Draco can I ask you something?”
“You just did but ask away.”
Harry made himself meet those powerful grey eyes, “You know that My Master is teaching me Potions?” Master Draco nodded, “It seems I’m not that good at them and I hate to see him looking so disappointed, wouldyouhelpme?” He added on the last bit quickly.
Master Draco smiled, “Severus may be a Potions Master but he is not a good teacher, I know I had him for my first year, it was his last year teaching before he became Mage Lord. If you didn’t already know the basics of potions then you were lost. I will help you Harry but what will you give me in return?”
Harry opened his eyes in panic, “I don’t have anything Master Draco except my body and Master Severus said that is his,” Harry said apologetically.
Draco actually laughed, “No Harry not your body. I have sat in on a few of your Dark Arts classes, you are very good. If you had been at Hogwarts, it very probably would have been you sat here as the winner of the National Duelling competition.”
Harry’s eyes opened in surprise, “Really?”
“Really Harry, we have a month and half until the world duelling final and I want to do extra secret training. I was wondering if you could help me with that.”
“Me?” Harry asked in disbelief, “But I don’t know anywhere near enough spells.”
“You know more than enough and it would give me a chance to make sure I knew all my spells, not just the more complicated ones. You’re fast with a strong shield, it would be good practise for me.”
Harry just stared at the blonde and finally nodded his head dumbly.
Draco smiled, “I will give you half an hour of basic Potion’s tuition after transfigurations and before Herbology. We won’t get a break and finnish about ten minutes late but Severus won’t know about it.”
Harry nodded and grinned widely, “Thank-you Master Draco but what about the Dark Arts lessons?”
“I will speak to your Master about it at diner tonight but for now I think you should be heading back, I think Severus is waiting for you.”
END FLASHBACK
That night Master Draco had asked His Master if he could take over Harry’s lessons in the Dark Arts, well the curse bit anywhere, explaining that teaching Harry would help him prepare for the duel. His Master had asked him if he wanted to help Master Draco, Harry had of course said he would, it was part of their deal.
Since then he had had his small Potions tutorials and an hour and a half each evening with Master Draco to practise the Dark Arts. He still had Dark Arts with His Master every morning but instead of concentrating on curses like they had been, he was learning about dark creatures and dark devices.
Thankfully it was working, his Dark Arts and his Potions work was better, he was also doing better in Herbology now that he had a better relationship with Master Draco.
“Excited my Harry?” His Master asked, that low sexy voice going straight to his groin.
“Nervous Severus,” Harry replied, “I don’t want to let you down.”
“You won’t Harry, you are clever and Powerful, even Draco compliments you and he rarely does that.”
Harry smiled and snuggled back into His Master’s body, smiling as small kisses were peppered all over his neck and shoulders. Strong hands stroked up and down his front, occasionally snagging on a small hard nipple, making Harry groan out loud. Harry felt pressure then the slow long burn of His Master sliding into him, using only the lubricant left from their sex the night before. Harry loved it, His Master was big enough to begin with but this almost dry fuck made him feel even bigger.
Like most of their morning sex it was slow and sensual, Harry let out a relieved sigh when those strong hands finally held his dick and cupped his balls. During sex Harry wasn’t allowed to touch his own dick without permission from His Master and if His Master was finally touching him then he would be allowed to come soon.
But it was still another ten minutes before Master and Slave called out as they came. Severus half-lay on his smaller partner while they caught their breath, “I think we should clean this up the non-magic way,” Severus said running one finger through the white mess on Harry’s chest and stomach, “Go and run us a bath brat,” Severus ordered as he pushed the smaller body out of bed.
Harry smiled angelically at Severus, “Yes Master,” He said sarcastically and dashed away, dodging the hand that snapped out from under the covers to slap that beautiful arse. Severus relaxed under the covers, thinking about his Harry, his very powerful and quick Harry.
It was hard knowing that Harry only had to stay with him for another four years and ten months. He didn’t want to ever let Harry go, he wanted to keep his Harry, to tell him that he was loved every morning and every night. But while it was alright for him to sleep an indentured servant, it wasn’t alright to love one.
“Severus, it’s ready,” Harry called from the bathroom, Severus rolled out of bed, determined not to think about loosing his Harry, he had another four years and ten months to work out how to keep his Harry forever.
+++
Harry was sat on His Master’s knee in a small room while they waited for Lord Voldemort. He was half dozing, his head resting against His master’s shoulder when the door opened and he was put on his feet. Harry immediately fell to his knees and bowed his head as His Master greeted The Dark Lord.
Harry could feel the scar on his head getting hot, the scar on his forehead was strange, shaped like a lightening bolt, he had had it as long as he could remember but didn’t know how he had got it. But this was the first time it had ever felt different to any other scar. It didn’t hurt but it was an uncomfortable feeling all the same.
“I assume this is your Harry,” a deep voice said as unfamiliar fingers landed on his head, tilting his head up. Harry looked up until he met dark red eyes set in a pale but handsome face, with black hair falling down to his shoulders. One finger stroked down his scar, the heat intensified for a split second before each stroke cooled the hot skin. “Harry Potter, it is a pleasure to meet you again.”
Harry stared at the man and a quick look at His Master showed that the older man was as surprised as him.
“Ah you didn’t know then young one.”
“Know what My Lord?” Harry asked when His Master didn’t speak.
“Who you were?”
“No My Lord, my aunt and uncle didn’t like me and never told me. How do you know my Lord?”
“Both of your parents went to Hogwarts, James Potter and Lily Evans, your Master was at school with them. Your mother a muggle and your father a wizard from a long line of Wizards. When they were at school a man named Albus Dumbledore was headmaster, he never openly opposed me but neither did he support me. Unfortunately he was very powerful and there was no way I could get him out of the school. It was your Master who managed to get him removed for covering up a nearly fatal prank that your father and his friends set up.
“While he was removed from the school, he still had friends and now that he was free of the school, he started opposing me, gathering followers. Your Parents were married and recruited in the same week. Your mother and father were two of his best agents, stopping my men and causing problems all of the time. When your mother found out she was pregnant with you they went into hiding.
“It was Halloween when they died, Dumbledore had been spotted and I went to confront him. Your parents tried to defend both him and you. They were both killed and when I went to get Albus, he pulled you in front of him. The death curse hit you and rebounded, forming this scar. The rebound knocked me out and when I woke, both you and he were gone. I searched for you Harry,” The Dark Lord said as pulled Harry to his feet.
“Really My Lord?” Harry asked, not caring that this man had killed his Parents, they were the ones who had been silly enough to oppose The Dark Lord.
“Yes, I knew you would be powerful. So now I wish to see how much your Master has taught you.”
Harry nodded and took his wand out of his pocket, “He’s a very good teacher My Lord, just like Master Draco.”
“I’m sure he is Harry, we’ll start at the beginning, float the cup on the desk and hold it before lowering it back down, don’t loose any of the water,”
Harry looked over at His Master and saw the support and adoration in those onyx eyes, he nodded and whispered the spell. Forcing his Magic through his wand and watched the glass raise slowly, the young man focused his Magic, keeping it under tight control like his Master had taught him to and held the glass about two foot off the desk. He held it for a count of twenty before lowering it back to the desk careful not to spill a drop.
When it finally touched the desk, he breathed a sigh of relief, while it might have been a simple spell, the task he had had to perform it for was a difficult one. Harry looked over at His Master, smiling when he saw the wide smile on the older man’s face.
“Well done Harry, very good control considering you have only been learning for a month. May I see your wand?”
Harry nodded and handed over the precious bit of wood, The Dark Lord frowned and turned the bit of wood over his hands before motioning His Master one side. Harry looked the other way, ignoring their whispering, not wanting to know what they were talking about. Finally they came back over and The Dark Lord was holding a wand out for him but it wasn’t his own. The young indentured servant looked up at the older man in confusion.
“This is my wand Harry, I would like to try the spell again with it.”
Harry had no idea why so just shrugged his shoulders and took the wand, Pointing it at the glass he again whispered the words. The magic felt different, like it was drawn out of rather than forced out, he was so bust concentrating on the feel of the magic that he didn’t look up until he heard His Master’s gasp. When he looked up Harry could see what he had done, the glass was in the air and all the water in it but so was the desk, the chair next to it and the rug it was stood on.
Very carefully Harry lowered them all back to the floor and then turned to His Master and The Dark Lord. He handed the wand back to its owner and walked over to His Master, sighing in relief when strong arms came around him and held him tight. He didn’t move from His Master’s arms but twisted so that he was looking at The Dark Lord.
“I don’t understand.”
“Your wand isn’t a wand. A wand is wood base with a core, this is things like veela hair, unicorn hair, Basilisk scales. Mine is a Phoenix feather, your Master’s is Dragon Heartstring but yours has no core. To do the spells you have done without a wand makes you very powerful. Did the spells feel different?”
Harry nodded, glad when The Dark Lord just nodded in response and he wasn’t required to give an explanation. His Master’s arms tightened around him and Harry relaxed into him.
“Severus, Harry has passed and I expect you to continue teaching him magic. Harry you may get a wand next time you and your Master are in Diagon Alley. But for now I think you should both return to your room.”
Harry watched the dark haired man walk out of the room and smiled as His Master carried him to the fireplace to floo back to their room.
Severus sat in his favourite chair and arranged Harry to sit sideways over his knee, “Are you alright Harry?” He asked, stroking the messy black head resting on his shoulder.
“I think so Severus, I have a name now, I’m Harry Potter but I never knew them. I think I prefer being your Harry.”
Severus tightened his arms around the younger man, “I’m glad Harry.”
They were silent for a few minutes, just basking in the presence of the other, “Severus do I have to get a wand from Diagon Alley?”
Severus frowned, “Of course not.”
“Good, I prefer the wand I have.”
“Whatever makes you happy Harry.”
Green eyes came up to meet his, “Taking me to bed would make me really Happy.”
Severus chuckled but stood up and carried his love back to their bed, he had some serious love making to do. He refused to think of what he did with Harry as anything less than Love Making.
+++
Severus chuckled at the sight that met him when he returned to his room, it had been the final of the World Duelling competition that afternoon. Draco had come second, being beaten at the last minute by the Champion from Durmstrang. After getting permission from Severus, Harry had taken Draco out to drown his sorrows. Severus had spent the night talking with Lord Voldemort about the competition and Harry.
Harry and Draco were curled together on the bed, both of them only wearing trousers but he could tell that it was purely platonic. He knew that Harry was his and his alone, also that Draco was temporarily dating Julia Swanson, the American champion and she was very good at castration charms as witnessed in the first round she had duelled in.
With a sigh Severus scooped up his lover from the floor and carried the smaller body to their bed, “Sev?”
“Go back to sleep Harry.”
“Gotta tell you something first,” Harry replied, prying open his emerald eyes, “Love ya Master mine.”
Severus smiled, it was the first time either of them had said it, he stroked black hair before leaning down to place a kiss on his Lover’s scarred forehead, “I love you too Harry.” Harry gave a content sound and returned to sleep.
Severus loved his Harry so much and was over the moon that it was returned, he just wondered what would happen when Harry’s five years was up.
+++
Harry sat nervously on the couch in front of the fire in the quarters he shared with His Master for the next ten minutes. In ten minutes his five years of service would be over, he would be a free man, a free man who now had a wide and full magical education, an honorary graduation from Hogwarts and an offer for a job from The Dark Lord. He looked over at His Master and could see that the older was as nervous as he was.
Harry knew that His Master loved and that he loved His Master more than anything else in the world but it was hard not to be Nervous. They had been Master and Slave for so long, it would be hard to adapt into anything else. Because he had no intention of leaving the older man and while it would be hard, they would adapt to life together outside of a Slave and Master relationship.
The younger man moved so that he was sat beside His Master and took on long slim hand between his own, stroking the palm with his thumbs. The pair sat in silence until with a click, the thin gold collar came free from his neck, it tumbled down the front of his tunic and stayed in his lap for a few seconds until Severus grabbed it and threw it into the fire.
Harry smiled and let go of Severus’ hands, kneeling down he withdrew a box from his pocket and held it out to Severus. Severus now, not His Master, just Severus his Lover. “Will you bond with me Severus Snape?”
Harry saw those onyx eyes open wide in surprise and Severus fell to his knees, pulling Harry into a tight hug, “Of course I will you idiot,” Severus whispered in his ear.
Severus backed away until he could arrange Harry on his knee, knowing that they both liked it when the younger man was there. He took the box from his younger lover and smiled at the rings, they were beautiful, silver with green emeralds in one and Black onyx in the other, three small jewels of each.
“How did you get these?”
“Did you know that The Dark Lord is a romantic at heart. He had them made for me.”
“I love you Harry.”
Harry just made a contented sound and snuggled into Severus, “Never gonna leave ya Severus, you got me forever now.”
Severus couldn’t think anyway he would rather have it.
THE END