I'm A Slave For You-Chp52

I'M A SLAVE FOR YOU

Today was not like the ordinary days. Today Albus was serious. He rarely showed a serious face, always in his grandfatherly mode, unless there have been certain dire circumstances to make him so, and this was one of those circumstances. Once he came into the office after an emergency meeting with the Ministry, he went straight to the fireplace and made a firecall to Severus' office.

"Severus? Severus Snape?"

Severus growled at being interrupted for the second time in a row. His first interruption was by Madame Poppy Pomfrey who demanded that he make her some hair-growing tonic to cure some students who had been accidentally hexed with some sort of balding curse during Charms class, and when she insisted that she didn't have any more tonic in spite of Severus' claims of her having some in the medicine emergency cabinet, she had forced the Potions Master to stomp all the way to the Hospital Wing and showed her the tonic, which she kept deep within all other miscellaneous medicinal potions collecting dust, hidden from the naked eye. That left him with a foul mood as he berated her for not cleaning the cabinet once in a while, and now with Albus' serious face staring at him in the fire, it was not exactly helping, since he had tons of paperwork and thesis needed to be done for his research on a new potion and also marking the students' appalling homework at the same time.

"Yes, Albus?" Severus said grudgingly.

"Please come to my office immediately. There is something I wish to discuss with you in private."
Severus rolled his eyes. How private can it get talking face to face in a firecall? But seeing Albus' insistent face, he thought it better to just humour him and get it over with.

"Fine," Severus replied and put his papers down with a huff. Telling him to stand aside, he ended the firecall and Floo-ed into Albus' office. "That immediate enough? What is it?"
Albus motioned him to have a seat at his desk and passed him the Daily Prophet for today. Severus took it, his eyes looking at the old Headmaster questioningly.

"I got the first printing before the publisher owled them around the wizarding community. Read it."
Severus obliged, scanning his eyes through the headlines. They read "MUGGLE FAMILY BRUTALLY MUTILATED" and as he read the content of the story and looked at the picture, which were Aurors disguising themselves as Muggle policemen mingling with the Muggle feds as they secretly used their wands hidden in police batons to remove traces of magic on the dead bodies, revealed that the family killed turned out to be the Dursleys. Severus knew it to be true as he recognized the dead uncle whom he saw before when Lucius showed him the file on Harry from the business, along with pictures, almost a year ago. He widened his eyes in disbelief, looking from the newspaper to Albus and back again. Albus nodded quietly.

"Do you see who has been killed in the news?"

Severus was speechless. The words didn't seem to make any sense. The only thing that came out of his mouth was, "How…?"

"I was called in very early at dawn this morning to attend an emergency meeting in the Ministry regarding this. Just recently, Aurors reported in that a few other Muggles and also a few witches and wizards were killed over the last week, but it was the Dursleys' death that started bringing the Ministry into the big picture because they distinctively remember about them especially during the day I pleaded for their permission to adopt Harry, which involved their consent. We tried to see the connection and realized that those killed were somehow related one way or another to Harry's bloodline."

"Do you think it is a coincidence that he killed them?" Severus suggested.

"You and I both know that Tom Riddle is on the loose, and I did mention in my plea that there is a possibility of Riddle exacting revenge over Harry's family due to the boy's parents responsible for his capture, but I had not expected it to really come true. Reports from the Ministry received from the Aurors said that the Dursleys' death was of the same pattern as Riddle's other victims; the patterns were also the same with last week's recent victims who were found to be related to Harry in some way as well. In fact, just 2 days ago, we discovered that Greta Maximillion, widow of our late Auror Vincent Gray who died 5 years ago in duty, and her son was killed by Riddle as well and was found to be James Potter's cousin 5 times removed. He's definitely out for Harry's family tree. So far, after we've done a lineage potion check, Riddle has taken out a quarter of Harry's family tree, but he is choosing them at random, so we don't know who he would strike next."

"Do you think he is coming for Harry now?"

"No one has any leads yet, but I'm suspecting that because of Riddle's hate towards Harry's parents and him taking it out on anyone and everyone that is related to Harry, he might be bound to find out about Harry's existence sooner or later. I won't exclude the possibility of Riddle going after Harry right this moment."

Severus nodded, looking back at the picture. He felt somehow that the Dursleys deserved a form of punishment after what they did to his little beloved, but he had never actually wanted them dead, not in this manner anyway. He felt almost sorry for them to suffer the consequences of an act committed by their nephew's parents years ago. Ever since the day he saw in the headlines about Tom Riddle escaping from Azkaban, he knew this day would come sooner or later. It's just that he didn't want to put too much thought into it lest he would worry his little beloved.

"What should we do?"

"I'm at wits' end at the moment," Albus shook his head in dismay. "To be honest, I don't know what I should do. I'm still recovering from the shock I got from the meeting this dawn in the Ministry. I love my little grandson very much, but I can't think of anything to do to protect him. It's very frustrating."
Severus rubbed his chin. He had a thought, but wasn't too keen about it. He wanted to decide against mentioning it, but thinking of Riddle after Harry's blood sent his own running cold at the thought of it. He heaved a silent sigh and finally let his mouth run out on him.

"What about sending Harry away?"

"Sending little Har away?" Albus asked in surprise. "Oh dear, it might work, but I couldn't do that. I didn't think you'd be the one to suggest that. Do you even want to be separated from him?"

"No, I don't," Severus admitted almost immediately, then sighed again, "But it is for his own good."

"I suppose you are right, Severus. After all, to protect him, sometimes tough love is necessary. Where do you suggest he should be relocated?"

"Some place that cannot be found, preferably never to Riddle anyway. If only certain places that are Unplottable in Muggles' eyes can be Unplottable for wizards as well. Why not try other wizarding schools that are affiliated to us? That way we can still keep in touch with him. How about Durmstrang? That school consists of strong men; they might be able to hide and protect Harry there."

"No, absolutely not!" Albus refused in an indignant voice. "Most of them spoke German and dear Har doesn't know a single word of German—we've got no time to teach him anyway—and everyone there ran on testosterone and sheer chauvinism. I can bet you my beard that the minute you leave my little Har there, those hormone-crazed boys would drag him back into his old life faster than we can blink. I wouldn't trust dear Har around them one bit."

"What about Beauxbatons? The people there are nice and decent, and I know for a fact Harry had been taught French for a while, judging by the homework I see him doing. They are mostly women over there; I'm sure Harry will be…"

"Sorry, Severus, but Beauxbatons is also not exactly the best place to put him either. According to the lineage potions, about 3 of Harry's relatives from his mother's side stay there. The chances of Riddle striking next there are high. Besides, you don't want Har to be under the care of that feminist Headmistress Maxime, do you?"

"Good point," Severus grimaced, remembering the Headmistress Maxime who came to Hogwarts during the Triwizard Tournament and her out-of-place appearance in the Yule Ball. "That leaves Salem. They may have assimilated and managed to mesh Muggle traits with the wizarding world to keep up in the changing times, and their Muggle attributes might prove good familiarity to Harry, but I myself wouldn't trust Harry with those Americans. Besides, the cousin of the Headmaster of Salem was Harry's first Master in the business. The last thing I want was to remind Harry about his old life by seeing him."

"Where else could we put Harry in anyway?" Albus scratched his chin in worry.

"At this rate, I'd agree to anywhere as long as it's remote and safe for my little pet, even if it means somewhere like in Ireland."

At that, Albus actually thought for a while before he lit up, "You know, Severus, maybe Ireland just might work. There are no known relatives of Harry over there, and I heard there is a new magic school newly built and established there in an Unplottable. I suppose I could go first thing after school to check out the new Irish school. Maybe I might know someone there. I'll let you help me relay this news to Har, alright?"

"I don't want to upset him," Severus replied, cursing inwardly at Albus for letting him be the bearer of bad news. "Do you think maybe if I tweak the truth a little it would be better for him to swallow?"

"Maybe. But I strongly suggest you tell him as truthfully as possible."

"Alright, I will. Where is he, anyway?"

"He's still at home learning with his private tutor," Albus replied proudly. "The day after tomorrow will be their last lesson and he will officially be in Hogwarts next semester. Isn't it wonderful?"

"Yes, he is too as well," Severus replied half-heartedly. He was indeed happy that Harry was doing well but he had to remind himself constantly that Harry was now his own person and no longer his slave anymore. Albus noticed the look on Severus' face and smiled knowingly.

"You miss the good ol' days, don't you?"

"Slightly. I suppose I fear that he will get too independent and found out he does not need me."

"You know that's not true, Severus. He loves you just as much as you do to him."

"But he is still a boy…"

"Not as much of a boy as you think. Care to hear a little secret? That is, if you promise not to tell little Har I told you."

If Severus had dog ears, it would've perked up by now.

"I tried to test Harry's true feelings towards you, and I asked him how much he really loves you. Do you know what he said?"

Severus' face showed signs of fearful anticipation. Albus chuckled.

"He said that he loves you so much he is willing to marry you even if you didn't ask and give you a family you deserve to have. That's how much he loves you, Severus, so do not doubt his emotional maturity. He's not the little boy you used to know anymore. He is more than that. He is your lover and my grandson, and he will stick by you, no matter what happens."

Severus felt as if his heart was going to swell up and explode at upon hearing this. He didn't know whether to be comforted by this or to be even guiltier about what he was going to do later to his little beloved. Finally he closed his eyes, sighed and got up.

"Would you send him to my rooms tonight? I have papers to finish."

"Of course, Severus. Good luck."

Severus nodded and Floo-ed back to his room, sitting down heavily at his desk.

He needed more than just luck.

He needed a miracle.

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After their talk, Albus floo-ed back home as soon as school hours ended. The first thing he did once he was home was going over and checking out his little grandson. They were in the study and he could see Harry was almost done with the tutor. As soon as the tutor finished his class, he approached him.

"So, how is he doing, Mr. Figgs?"

"He is a very amazing boy," Mr. Figgs, the tutor, gushed with pride. "He learns things very quick and I am proud to be his tutor. I think with the proper learning and training, he would not even need to go to school and still pass in, say, five years."

"Wonderful!" Albus chirped gleefully. "That is wonderful news. It feels almost sad that the day after tomorrow is your last day with him. You are doing so much progress with him."

"Yes, I must admit I'm already starting to miss teaching him. Well, he will be a fine student indeed once he's got into Hogwarts. You wouldn't mind if I end my final class with him by taking him out for a meal?"

"No, no, not at all. Spend all the time you need with Harry on your last day. I'm sure he will need your last minute advice on things, won't you, Har?"

"Yes, please," Harry smiled good-naturedly. "I'd love to spend as much time as I possibly can with you on our last day together."

"Isn't he an angel?" Mr. Figgs fawned as he ruffled the boy's hair. "Well, I'll be going then. I'll send myself out."

"Very well. See you tomorrow."

Mr. Figgs waved to Harry before he left. As Harry gathered his books, Albus sat opposite him.

"Liking your lessons so far?"

"Yes, Grandpa Albus. He's such a nice tutor, I'd really love to learn some more with him, but I guess it's about time I get exposed to the real stuff."

"Really looking forward to studying in Hogwarts, eh, Har?"

Harry nodded gleefully as he put away his last books and stuffed it into his personal drawers beside the bookshelf. Albus could tell that he was both excited to be in Hogwarts for the challenge of a real school life and being closer to Severus, and his heart ached at the thought of the upcoming hurdle he was going to have to cross soon.

"Har dear. I'm going to have to run an errand today and won't be back home so soon. In fact, I might not be coming home tonight. Why don't you spend the night at Severus' place? I've already informed him to receive you."

"OK, but will you be gone long, like very long?"

"Hopefully not. Go on, run along now."

Harry nodded and went to the main fireplace at the living room where it was connected to the school's and floo-ed there, reaching Albus' office in seconds. He greeted Fawkes and the Sorting Hat checked on whatever errands for the day at school left by Albus at his desk, running up and down and everywhere trying to get it done before he went to meet his beloved Severus. Once he double-checked to see everything all done and accounted for, he quickly made his way to Severus' office and knocked on the door.

"Severus? It's me."

Surprisingly, there was no answer. He tried the knob and saw it wasn't locked. He opened the door and popped his head in, trying his luck again.

"Severus? Severus, you there? It's me."

Apparently Severus, so overwhelmed by the talk he had with Albus that morning and the burden of telling Harry the truth, couldn't concentrate on the papers and gave up for the time being. He sighed and turned to looking into the fire in his office and lost himself in thought, not even hearing Harry knock or come in. Harry was feeling worried. Severus usually responded almost immediately when he was around. Cautiously, he came close to him and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Severus?" Harry called, making the Potions Master nearly jump before he looked over to see his little beloved.

"Oh, pet," Severus sighed both in relief and in dread. "It's you."

"Something bothering you? You didn't hear me knock n you didn't answer my call."

"Come here, Harry," Severus moved his chair and opened his arms.

Harry knew he was avoiding the question and could feel in his guts that something was on Severus' mind, but he decided to go with the flow. He nodded and went into Severus' embrace, in which Severus picked him up and held him on his lap and kissed his cheek, before turning his head and kissing him on the lips. The Potions Master's stomach was flipping over, doing somersaults within him. How could he tell his love that some mad man was after him? Albus said he was emotionally mature enough to handle anything, but he wasn't entirely convinced. What if the boy broke down and cried? What if Harry went hysterical and clung to him for dear life, not wanting to let go or accept the fact that they would be separated again? He'd hate that to happen. Harry, on the other hand, was surprised that Severus was kissing him out of the blue. He eased into the kiss for a while until he noticed that the kiss wasn't exactly wholehearted. He knew something was wrong. He pulled away, a pout on his face.

"What is going on here? Severus, if you have something in your mind, please just tell me. I'm not a little child anymore."

"I…I know that," Severus didn't want to let go of the kiss; it meant that he had to tell Harry. But he had to start somewhere. There was no sugar-coating it now that his beloved demanded it. "Pet, there was something in that newspaper today. This man—his name is Tom Riddle—has killed again. This time it was…your old family."

"You…You mean Master Vernon, Mistress Petunia and Young Master Dudley…?" Harry widened his eyes in shock at upon hearing this.

"Why do you call them that?" Severus asked, surprised at the term he gave his own family.

"Well…" Harry scratched his chin sheepishly, "because I have always been treated a slave at home rather than a family member, really. They never allow me to talk, but they made it very clear that I was to see them as Master, Mistress and Young Master, not as Uncle, Aunt and Cousin."

Severus' heart ached at the thought of the boy's own uncle making himself lord over him. He almost felt stupid for feeling sorry for his and his family's death in the first place. Maybe that gluttonous fat-ass deserved this sort of death after all, he thought before clearing his throat, "Yes, they are dead. Quite brutally, I might add."

"Who's Tom Riddle?" Harry's brow furrowed as he try to make sense of the name, since he had never known he was the true cause of his parents' death. "What's he got to do with them?"

"That…is a bit more difficult to say…" Severus hesitated, took a deep breath and continued, "Harry, Riddle killed your parent."

It took a full 5 seconds of silence for Harry to digest this information before he laughed nervously, saying, "No way. Master Vernon told me my father died of drug overdose on the day I was born and my mother, after she gave me away to Master Vernon, killed herself a year after she was taken by loan-sharks to sell her body to pay off my father's debts."

"I did not know them that well, just more or less a bit of a…acquaintance at school, but I do know for a fact that your Father would never do drugs and your Mother would never go so degradingly low as becoming a prostitute," Severus replied, thinking between the lines of Although your Father was an ass.

"So…this Riddle guy killed my parents...What for?"

"Well, the story is that…" Severus began to tell him the tale of Tom Riddle from what little he knew about the details he got from Lucius and some of the information he dug up on Harry and his parents' past when Harry was still his slave. As he talked, Harry recalled the conversation the Old Married Couple had with Draco the day they discovered his friendship with the blonde and the fateful day where a respectable sort-of trust started between his blonde friend and the couple, and it seemed to make sense to him now about Tom Riddle's character now that he was mentally literate enough to understand complicated words. It finally dawned to him that they were talking about him and his parents, and that Tom Riddle, the psychotic mad man who viewed killing as a sport and a twisted way of preserving elitism, was responsible for his damned childhood.

"So…you think this Riddle guy might be after me?" Harry asked as soon as Severus was done with his tale.

"He might," Severus said worriedly. "We are not certain but I am not willing to take that chance."

"Why? Are you thinking of hiding me away?"

"That is exactly what I want to do. In fact, your Grandpa Albus agreed to help you look for suitable quarters to hide out until the Ministry is able to capture him back in custody."

"Why?" Harry scowled, realizing what Albus said to him about 'running an errand'. "Why must you hide me away? If what you say is true, that man killed my parents! I must face him head-on! I must avenge my parents' death!"

"You will do none of the sort. I forbid it!" Severus scolded, forgetting that he didn't have the authority to do so.

"This is my parents we're talking about! He killed my parents! Why must I run away from him? I should be facing him, fighting him, doing to him what he did my parents! He's the whole reason I was in such a fucking mess! And why are you forbidding me? You're not my Master or anything…!"
Harry gasped and cupped his mouth in horror, realizing what he had just said. How could he behave like this in front of his beloved? It was like rubbing salt on old wounds. His heart ached when Severus sighed at the last statement.

"No, Harry, you're right. I am not. You don't have to listen to me all the time anymore," Severus replied quietly as he stroked Harry's cheek. "I just don't want to see you get hurt. I love you, Harry."

"I'm sorry…I'm sorry…I'm so sorry…I didn't mean what I said…I…" Harry sobbed, backing away a little as tears brimmed out of his eyes.

"Shh, Harry. It's fine, really," Severus kept him close and kissed his head, then chuckled slightly, "You are starting to be a teenager; you're supposed to say hurtful things."

"B-But I don't want to say hurtful things…I love you so much…"

"Shh…It's OK, Harry, it's OK."

With that, the older man tipped the boy's head up and kissed him slowly and gently, his fingers reached up to his face to wipe away the tears. Harry kissed back the same way, wanting Severus to forgive him desperately. Severus responded by pulling him close, letting his tongue slide into Harry's mouth and telling him with his actions that he would never hold a grudge against his beloved, making the boy moan into the kiss. Severus's hands roamed under Harry's shirt as he ran his fingertips over Harry's nipples. As Harry shivered and moaned at the touch, Severus ran his tongue down Harry's jaw to his neck and started nibbling.

"Mmh…Sev…" Harry moaned, his senses tingle as the nibbling sent pleasurable jolts down his spine.
Severus pulled the shirt clean off, now being able to see and touch Harry, and let his tongue do the walking. Feeling Sev's tongue roaming all over him, Harry wrapped his arms around Severus' neck, breathing erratically while Severus nipped at one of Harry's nipples, making him squeak with pleasure. As he came back to his eye level, the older man pulled Harry up and sat him on the desk. Harry giggled, knowing what was going to happen next.

"A little feisty, aren't we, Sev?" Harry asked mischievously.

"This has nothing to do with feisty," Severus looked at Harry with glazed lustful eyes. "I want to make love to you."

"I know. It's been a while."

"And I want it to be slow and gentle and no kinks. Just you and me," Severus said as he kissed Harry's neck softly. Harry pushed him away slightly and met with his questioning eyes.

"Will you promise me one thing, Severus?"

"Anything, Harry."

"If I have to be hidden away, will you still keep in touch with me and not leave me alone?"

"If I could, I would follow you," Severus nodded, "but yes, I will see you as often as I can."

"You promise?" Harry asked with those forlorn jade-green eyes the Potions Master loved so much.

"Yes, Harry," Severus replied and hugged him tight. "Don't worry about it. I will not forget you."

"I'm glad," the boy sighed in relief and cupped his hands around Severus' cheeks. "Now make love to me."

Severus smiled and pushed him down on the desk and slowly, oh so slowly, pulled his pants down. Harry maneuvered his body a little to allow Severus to take off his pants easily, in which Severus threw them off and to the side. Severus then pulled out a small bottle of lube from his desk and uncorked it. He slicked up his fingers very liberally and pushed one in. Harry immediately hissed at the initial burn of the entry but soon started moaning at the feeling of it. Slowly Severus opened him up, stretching him bit by bit as he entered more fingers one by one to prepare him. Once he could see Harry's face begging for more than just fingers, he took off his clothes and slicked himself generously with the lube before entering Harry, inch by inch, savoring the feeling.

Harry moaned at the feeling of being entered, but whined in protest as it was taking too slow. He tried to claw lightly at Severus to make him go faster but Severus had his own plans for tonight as he avoided Harry's demanding touch.

"I said gentle and it will be gentle, Harry. So be good."

Harry pouted for a while before letting his beloved have his own way. He'd like to make up for yelling at him that way before anyway. Once he was fully inside, Severus leaned over and let his hips move slowly, in and out, making Harry pant breathlessly, savouring the wonderful feeling of his beloved's member moving in and out of him. Occasionally Harry expertly clenched and unclenched the member with his inner muscles to tease him, thinking that it would maximize his beloved's pleasure and probably encourage him to move faster.

"A tease, pet. Not good," Severus growled in a half-annoyed tone and pulled Harry's hips fully against him before he stilled, not carrying on with his ministrations. Harry immediately whined sadly at the loss of movement.

"Please…Please don't stop…I'm sorry…"

Severus didn't reply. He leaned down and kissed him, still not moving the way it would send Harry moaning and groaning in euphoria. He was going to make it clear to the boy that he was serious about making love with no kinks. Harry kissed him back hungrily, his hips gyrated on its own, wanting Severus to continue. Severus finally moved again, but at a very slow pace, still kissing, while Harry kissed back just as passionately, only stopping for breath once in a while as he tried to stay still and let Severus have his way with him. Seeing that he had gotten the message, he nuzzled the boy's nose affectionately.

"Good boy," Severus whispered in his ear as he thrust deep into him nice and slow, "I could stay inside you forever. Feel your warmth around me."

"I love you, Sev. I love you so much…" Harry whimpered, wrapping his legs around his waist to bring him in deeper and to hit the spot.

"I love you too, Harry, so much…" Severus groaned as he started moving fast, his control slowly breaking as he assaulted the bundle of nerves within Harry. Harry almost howled in approval at Severus' speed.

"Yes, yes, yes…! So good…!" Harry was screaming now, the sweet spot ravaged so hard that his beloved Potions Master was going in and out of focus in white hot flashes, almost like someone who showed you flickering lights to test if you had epilepsy, but not as intense. The more the nerves were hit, the tighter the pit of his stomach became, tying itself up in crazy knots that can never be undone.

"You're mine, Harry. All mine," Severus whispered as he neared his edge. "And I am all yours."

"Mmh~! Yes, you are all mine, as I am you," Harry moaned as he reached down to pump himself, feeling himself getting close.

"Say it again, Harry," Severus kept pounding into him, his climax coming fast.

"You are all mine, Severus, as I am to you. I love you so much."

With that, Severus lost his control and cried out as he came into the boy. Harry pumped harder as he felt Severus' seed filling him up, and a few seconds later he came as well, staining his hand and his stomach and squirted all over Severus' chest. Both of them went into a bout of pleasurable spasms as they rode out their climax for almost a full 5 seconds before their limp bodies slumped onto the desk, panting breathlessly.

"You're amazing, Severus," Harry panted as he ran his fingers through the older man's hair. "Just like always."

"And you're not too bad yourself," Severus said as he poked Harry's nose teasingly, "although you need to work on your patience."

"Can't help it if you drive me into a frenzy all the time."

"That good, eh? Care to have another go later?"

Harry blushed for a moment before looking away, pouting, "Horny toad."

"I take that as a yes," Severus smirked before carrying Harry bridal style and entered the bedroom.