And Severus Snape Goes To....

It was a hot, sweltering summer day, the sun directly above signalling the hour of noon. The resident free people of the wizarding world were out shopping at the biannual market held on what were once the grounds of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Many of them were chatting excitedly, eagerly awaiting the slave auction.

The Alexandria Slave Auction, run by Draco Malfoy and named after his daughter, was held once a year and attracted wizards and witches from all over the world. During the year, Draco and his crew spent much time scouring the places that they conquered for appealing and worthy slaves for the people of the Dark Lord. Because only the choicest people were picked for slavery, it was impossible for the event to be held more than once a year. There were, of course, other slave auctions in various parts of the wizarding world, but the Alexandria Slave Auction was the most anticipated.

Draco gazed around at the buyers milling about the grounds, looking over the wares of various members of the Black Knights, taking note of all the things they would buy, once the slave auction was over. It was the same every year. Everyone would hesitate to buy the items they desired until after the auction, in case they were able to bid for a proper slave, but once the last slave was sold, all the money left would immediately be spent on magical items, potions, books, ingredients, animals and food from foreign lands, whatever they could manage to buy for their Galleons.

Draco smiled smugly to himself. The other Black Knights and their Lord would be pleased with the turnout this year. The second market, held in December, would not pull as many people, enough, but not nearly as many as the summer market did. Much of their money would be made today and tomorrow, which would give them ample currency to prepare for next year. Like Draco, those who ran the market were not in need of money, but this was mainly to give those that followed or did not fight the Dark Lord's reign a small treat. Besides, it was also fun.

'Daddy!' cried a young girl with shoulder-length, platinum blond, curly hair that bounced as she bounded toward her father. 'Daddy, is it almost time?'

Draco swooped down and picked up the one bright spot in his marriage to Pansy Parkinson. 'Yes, Alexandria, it's almost time to go down and start the auction. Fifteen more minutes and the fun will begin.'

'Yay!' Alexandria exclaimed happily. Draco smiled. His daughter had always loved to watch the slave auction, partly because it was named after her, and partly because she loved to watch the bidding war between all the wizards and witches, eagerly anticipating the moment when someone would win, preferably someone close to her. Draco had to admit that she had his love for competition, as well as his ambition.

'Why don't you go find Andre, and you two can wait for me at the front door?' Draco said.

Alexandria made a face, as if Draco had asked her to clean up after her dog. 'Do I have to?'

Draco laughed. 'Yes, love, you do. He's your brother and a part of this family. Be nice to him.' He watched Alexandria stomp down the stairs of the tower, mumbling to herself. She stopped long enough, however, to wave at the shadowed area of the room.

'Your daughter is a spoilt brat, just like her father,' said the man sitting in the shadows. He had, of course, been there the entire time, watching the two.

Draco chuckled. 'Yes, my Lord, she is. I wish she would learn to love Andre. He's truly a sweet little boy, and I'm sure he'll grow up to be a more than adequate wizard.'

'Of that I have no doubt, considering his parentage,' came the reply. 'Hermione Granger was an excellent witch.'

'Yes, she was, despite her family history,' Draco said, turning back to look down at the crowd below. His eyes drifted over to the slave pen. Not wanting to think of Hermione, Draco changed the subject to something much more pleasant. 'We have a wonderful selection of slaves this year, m'Lord, even better than last year. I daresay that even you will find at least one or two for yourself.'

The Dark Lord stood and walked to the balcony to stand beside his most trusted ally. His brilliant green eyes focused upon the incarcerated wizards, witches, and Muggles. 'You know how terribly selective I am, Draco.'

'Yes, I do, but trust me. You will find someone to your liking.'

Harry gazed at Draco out of the corner of his eye and smiled slyly. 'You have a surprise for me, don't you?'

'Would I do something like that?' Draco asked innocently.

Harry opened his mouth to answer, but Alexandria's yell interrupted him. 'Daddy, Uncle Harry, it's time to go to the auction!'

Harry smirked. 'Her Highness is calling. I don't dare be late.' He turned around and walked down the stairway, Draco following behind him, chuckling softly.



Severus Snape glared at those that sat around him, daring one of them to utter a word in his direction. He needn't have bothered, however, because the others were much too worried about their own welfare to talk to him. So instead, Snape sat back and thought about his predicament and huffed angrily. He cursed his horrid luck. He had become complacent, careless, and now he was going to pay dearly for it.

After the war, when Harry Potter had taken over as the next Dark Lord and there was not enough manpower or energy to stop him, damn Sibyl Trelawney and her incomplete prophesy, Snape had fled the country along with the other remaining members of the Order. None of them wanted to face the wrath of Harry Potter, who had nothing left to lose after Remus Lupin had been killed by the Ministry in a moment of panic caused by the incredible number of werewolves defecting to Voldemort's side. Fed up and angry as hell, Harry had turned on those who had believed that they were helping him.

Snape had ended up in Calgary, Alberta, Canada, pretending to live as a Muggle while he tried to figure out a way to stop Potter. He had thought he covered all signs of his presence, but when the western half of Canada had finally fallen to the Potter's Black Knights, Draco and Lucius Malfoy didn't have much trouble spotting him. He was never lucky.

Now here Snape was, back in Scotland, on the grounds of a place that he hadn't seen in seven years, a place he never thought he would look upon again. He was exhausted, dirty, and in the foulest mood imaginable. His body felt like it was caked in some dreadful muck, and while his hair had always been on the oily side, it was positively crawling, and his skin! His skin was dry and cracked in some places, and he had horrible rashes in others. What he wouldn't give for one of his Healing potions. Hell, he might even go so far as to kiss the robes of Harry bloody Potter just for a bath!

Snape stood up and walked to the outer perimeter of the pen to watch the passers-by. He glared and snarled at those he once knew as they perused the marketplace, but what really burned black in his heart was that one of these imbeciles was going to be his master.

Snape's hands clenched into fists so tight that his nails dug into the palms of his hands. He, Severus Snape, was to be a common slave. The very thought was revolting, and even worse, there wasn't a damned thing he could do about it.



As Harry and Draco stepped through the front doors and onto the grounds, the horns sounded, signalling that it was time for everyone to take their seats. 'Come on, Daddy, it's time!' Alexandria said, pulling on Draco's arm. 'You have to start the auction!'

Draco smiled at her indulgently. 'I'm coming. Andre, do you want to come with me, or do you want to go with Harry?'

The small, brown-haired boy with steel-grey eyes looked up at Harry hopefully. 'Can I sit with you, Uncle Harry?'

Harry bent down and picked up the four-year-old. 'You know you can. I love having you around, both of you,' he said, looking at Alexandria. 'Let's go and find our seats. Alex, I fully expect you to cheer the loudest when I buy my slaves.'

'I will, Uncle Harry,' Alexandria promised, tugging on her father's arm. Draco laughed and shrugged, as he allowed his daughter to lead the way.

Andre scrunched up his nose. 'Alex is bossy,' he complained in a low voice, so only Harry could hear.

Harry laughed. 'Just like her mother. Pansy is…well, she's something. Come along. We'll go get our seats and see what's in store for us. I do hope I find some good stock here, Andre. Oh, look. I do believe that's your grandfather over there.'

Harry put Andre down so that the boy could run to Lucius. Harry smiled as Lucius picked up his grandson and kissed his hair. Harry sat beside his servant. 'Hello, Lucius. I hear that you and Draco have a surprise in store for me.'

Lucius smirked. 'Yes, my Lord, we have a rather tasty little treat for you. I'd buy him myself, but I know how much you'd want to have him for yourself.'

'Now my curiosity is piqued. Ah, let the games begin!' Harry said as Draco walked up to the podium and cast the Sonorus charm on himself.



Snape stood in line, waiting for his turn, his mood even more foul than when the day began. He'd been hoping that Harry wouldn't be at the auction, but it had been hard to ignore his presence when the crowd cheered as he purchased Percy Weasley, who'd also avoided capture for the last few years.

In all actuality, Snape didn't care what happened to the redhead. Percy had changed sides more often than women changed knickers, spying for both sides, playing them against each other. Percy Weasley's stupidity had eventually led to the exodus of the werewolves, and more importantly, the demise of Remus Lupin and Arthur Weasley, Percy's father. It had also marked the first time the Order could truly see Harry's darker side begin to emerge.

After that Percy had remained loyal to the Order, but once Harry had given in to the darkness of his soul, Percy was high on his hit list.

Snape jumped slightly when his number was called. He'd been lost in thought, and he hadn't realised that the dark-haired Russian woman in front of him had gone up to be sold. Snape composed himself and strode up the steps, ready to face his destiny with as much pride and dignity that he could muster.



Harry sat back in his chair, well chuffed with his purchase. 'I have to admit Percy Weasley was a wonderful surprise. Breaking him will be a most pleasurable experience,' Harry said to Lucius as they watched Draco auction off a dark-haired woman.

'I'm sure you'll enjoy him, my Lord, but he wasn't the surprise,' Lucius replied.

Harry was surprised. 'You mean that there's someone better up for sale?'

Lucius merely smiled and turned back to watch his son say, 'Sold to Gregory Goyle for 400 Galleons.' He watched as the crying woman was dragged off the stage.

'Now, here's a real treat for all the buyers out there. I'm sure all of you would love to have this man as your slave. He's an accomplished potion creator and a brilliant man…'

Harry's eyes widened as Severus Snape, his old Potions master, took the stage. Never once did Harry think that he'd ever set eyes on the man again. Now, here he was, and all Harry had to do was raise his wand, and Snape would be his.

Lucius leaned over and whispered, 'Surprise.'

Harry looked at Lucius and a feral grin spread across his face. 'Just in time for my birthday,' he said with a sly wink. Harry then turned back to watch Draco.

'Ladies and gentlemen, the bidding will start at two hundred Galleons. I've got two hundred. Do I have two-fifty? Two hundred fifty…do I have three hundred?'

Harry sat back and let the bids rise. He knew that once he raised his wand, no one else would wish to bid against him. He didn't particularly care how much he spent. The money went to him and his servants anyway.

When the bidding reached 1,500 Galleons, Harry raised his wand and shot off green sparks.

Draco grinned. 'Our Lord has bid 1,500 Galleons. Do I hear 1,600?' he asked, amusement dripping from every syllable, knowing full well that no one else was about to bid, no matter how much they wanted Snape. 'No? Well, Severus Snape is sold to Harry Potter for 1,500 Galleons!'

The entire audience roared and cheered as Snape walked off the stage. Harry sat back, a smug smile plastered on his face.



Harry eyed his purchases and sighed with contentment, happy with his new slaves. Lucius and Draco hadn't lied when they said that he would be able to find slaves that would suit him.

He walked down the line and stopped in front of Snape. Never taking his eyes off his former professor, he ordered, 'Crabbe, Goyle, take those six to Gryffindor Tower and ready them for orientation. Severus will stay with me.'

Crabbe and Goyle nodded and took the other slaves away. Harry turned to Lucius and handed him a piece of parchment and a sack full of Galleons. 'Buy these things for me, and make sure to fill our stock of potion ingredients. If you see any exotic ingredients that we don't have or any that you feel we need an extra supply of, feel free to purchase them. I have to take care of Severus.'

Harry looked down when he felt a tug on his robes. Andre was staring up at him, his bottom lip protruding in a well-practised pout. 'You're not coming?'

Harry picked the boy up and said, 'No, I have to take care of my new slave. Oh, don't give me that look. I promise to take you to Diagon Alley next weekend and buy that new broom you've been nattering on about, all right?' Andre nodded and Harry smiled. 'Good. Now go with Lucius and have fun.'

Harry turned to stare at Snape, who was glaring back at him. Harry, however, was unfazed. 'You didn't think that I would let someone else buy you, did you?' he asked, a small smile dancing across his lips.

'Potter, I tried to think of you as little as possible.'

Harry's grin widened. 'My, my, aren't we impertinent…and dirty. Well, we can remedy the latter at the very least. Come along, Severus.'

Snape had no choice but to follow Harry into the castle and up the stairs, to Albus Dumbledore's old offices. 'Padfoot,' Harry said and the gargoyle moved aside. Harry ignored the snort that escaped Snape's mouth and led the way up the steps and into his office.

Snape looked around, taking in the differences. It had been so long since he'd seen these offices. All the pictures of the former Headmasters were gone, as well as the vast majority of Dumbledore's items and books. Harry had made the office his own, filling them with books of personal interests and objects that either the Light or Dark side would claim. Obviously, even though Harry had turned dictator, he still held onto both sides of the fence, using the best of both sides of the magical coin.

'You can feel free to look around the office, but later,' Harry said, walking over to the door that led to what used to be the Headmasters' private chambers. 'Come with me.'

Snape followed Harry inside. His "master" led him directly to the bathroom, where there was a tub that was twice the size as the one in the Prefect's bathroom.

With a flick of the wand, Harry closed the door. He smiled at Snape and moved closer. 'I guess this was one place that you never thought you'd find yourself, is it?' he asked as he reached for the clasp of the old, tattered, filthy robes that were hanging limply from Snape's body.

'I'd have to say no, Potter, this was not where I envisioned myself,' Snape said, glaring down at his captor. 'What do you think you're doing?'

'I'm taking off these dingy, disgusting robes, for one thing. I'm also going to help you bathe,' Harry said, disrobing his former professor.

'I am capable of doing this myself,' Snape retorted.

'I don't care. You belong to me now, and I'll do whatever I damn well please. Perhaps I should send you to the orientation room. Maybe then you'll see how well off you are with me, in here, instead of with the others,' Harry snapped. 'You really don't want to know what I have in store for Percy.'

Snape said nothing, knowing that Harry had a valid point. When Harry had said that he wanted Snape with him, Snape had known instinctively that his former student was going to treat him differently than the others. "This, however, hadn't come to mind," he thought as Harry stripped off his shoes and torn boxers.

Harry turned on the tap and filled the tub with hot water and sweet smelling bubbles. Just looking at it made Snape want to dive right into the tub and lie there until he was a prune. Harry seemed to sense this, because he smiled and said, 'Go on, get in. I'll join you in a moment, so I can get that hair of yours clean. Oh, wait!'

Harry pulled out his wand and grabbed Snape's right arm. 'Hold still. This might sting a bit.' He muttered an incantation and a small tattoo formed on Snape's upper arm.

Snape winced but didn't utter a sound. When he looked down, there was a tattoo of a cobra on his arm. 'What is this? Not another Dark Mark, I hope, as I already have one,' he said as he held out his left arm and showed Harry his own seal: a shield with a serpent wrapped around it, the letters BK gracing the shield's front.

Harry shook his head and knelt down. Murmuring words that Snape couldn't catch, he released the ankle bracelet that was wrapped around Snape's right leg. 'The one I just put on you does the same thing that this bracelet does, but it's not bulky, nor does it get in the way. I normally don't care whether or not my slaves are comfortable, but you're special. Now you can get into the tub.'

Snape slid into the hot water and had to bite back a moan of pure bliss. He sat back and allowed his dirty, irritated skin to absorb the water and wash away the grime. He was feeling so good that he didn't realise that Harry had undressed and slipped into the bathtub with him until he said, 'Move up and dunk your head under the water, to get it wet. I'm going to give this hair of yours a good scrubbing.'

More than happy to oblige, as he hadn't been able to wash his hair in three months, Snape did as Harry ordered, and he leaned back against his former student and let him shampoo his hair.

Harry scrubbed, his fingernails raking over Snape's scalp causing his slave to purr. He reached for his wand and murmured a spell to rid Snape of the lice that had nested in his hair. 'I'm assuming that this infestation took place after you were captured.'

Snape nodded. 'I was in that horrid holding area for eight months before being shipped back to England. The holding area in Bath wasn't any better.'

'I'll have to speak to Lucius and Draco about that. I don't want my castle to become infested because of the other slaves. Well, they're gone from your hair at any rate, as are their disgusting eggs.'

'Why me?' Snape asked, changing the subject from his unhygienic appearance to the reason that he was where he was.

'Why you what?' Harry asked as he rinsed off Snape's hair and shampooed it again.

'Why am I here? Why aren't I with the others? What do you want from me?'

'You're here because I want you to be, and because you are different. You have abilities that they do not have, ones that will be useful to me. Also, when I was a child, you never lied to me, you never manipulated me. Even though you hated me, you never told me fairy tales or kept secrets about who I was or what it was my destiny held. With you, I didn't have to worry that you were going to manipulate me, or lie, or sugar-coat the truth. If you had been the one that was in charge of my fate, perhaps things would have been different. Perhaps those who are dead wouldn't be, and the world would be as it was supposed to be.'

Harry rinsed Snape's hair again and put in a heavy conditioner. Then picked up a comb to untangle the matted strands. 'You're here because I want you to work with potions for me, and because of your treatment of me in childhood, and I'm not speaking of the cruel words, but of the actions. I don't want to treat you as I do the others.'

'So, what exactly am I to do?' Snape asked, yawning slightly. It had been months since he had peaceful, uninterrupted sleep, and the bath was making him tired. He didn't even wince when Harry pulled on his hair.

'You will create the potions that I need, when I need them, for the most part. You will be allowed to do any experiments and create any potions that you wish to work on. You will have a full laboratory at your disposal, and any ingredients that you need that are not stocked will be found for you.'

'And in return?' Snape murmured.

'In return, you will obey me, and you won't try to do anything that will cause me to punish you. I assure you that I am indeed a Dark wizard and I live up to the reputation. You will stay with me, in my bed. Oh, don't tense up, I don't plan on raping you of your virtue,' Harry teased. 'If I want to force sex upon someone, I have plenty of slaves on which to do that. Which reminds me, I don't want Percy to get too comfortable… At any rate, you will live in my room, with me, and I expect you to be here by 10:00 every night, unless you are brewing a special potion for me, or running an experiment that will force you to stay in the lab. However, do not make it a habit, just to get out of sleeping with me. I will be most displeased. If I'm going to be away, you can either stay in my room as usual, or you can sleep in the quarters that are connected to the laboratory. You can leave my room no earlier than 7:00 in the morning. You can either eat in here, the lab, or in the Hall, it's up to you. On occasion we will dine together, but I'm usually so busy that I eat as I go. Do you understand these orders?'

Snape nodded. 'I don't like any of this, as I'm sure you're aware, Potter, but as I have no choice, I will concede to your terms.' Snape closed his eyes and Harry worked on his hair in silence, until the last tangle was removed. Harry was surprised to find that Snape's hair now reached just below his shoulder blades.

Harry pushed the snoozing man up slightly. 'Wake up, Severus. I don't want you to drown. I'm going to rinse your hair, shampoo it to get out the conditioner, and then I'm going to change the water. Then I can finish scrubbing you.'

Snape obeyed Harry and let his master do as he wished. He kept his eyes closed as Harry rinsed and re-washed his hair. It did take him a few tries, however, to stand up long enough to allow Harry to change the water, he was that exhausted.

Harry helped Snape back down into the fresh water, this one containing a special form of a healing draught, designed specifically for using in the bath, and Snape nearly melted into the marble, it felt so good, so soothing. Harry chuckled and helped hold him up. 'Nice, isn't it? Draco came up with this little potion. He said he found the workings for it in one of your notebooks, but you never finished working on it.'

Snape shook his head. 'The war with Voldemort put an end to most of my experiments, and I never had a chance to gather my things. Once Voldemort fell, you took his place, damn Sybil Trelawney, and I had no choice but to flee.'

Harry snorted. 'You think I liked it any more than you did. Do you know how it felt, having to give up part of my soul, the good part, to defeat that man? It was horrid. It felt like a part of me was ripped away, and I had no control. When I was prophesied to defeat him, no one said anything such as "Harry, when you defeat Voldemort, it will completely shatter your innocence, your soul is going to turn Dark and you'll become the next Dark Lord." I might have reconsidered my part in the war if they had.'

Harry sighed and picked up a soft cloth and started washing his slave down. 'What's done is done, however, and this is the way things were meant to be. I didn't want it, but then, I didn't want Sirius to die, or Remus, Hermione, Ron…. All of them died because of one man: Albus Dumbledore. He lied to me, so many times. Even when he said he'd tell me all and he explained the prophecy about me, that either Voldemort or I had to die in order for one of us to live, he didn't explain the ramifications of what would happen to me. I know he knew, and so do you. Do you think that if he lived, he would have killed me?'

'I don't think he would have had the power,' Snape said truthfully as Harry washed his chest and stomach. 'I was there, remember. I saw you soak up the power that Voldemort lost. I saw what happened when you used the only spell that would kill him. Albus knew what would happen when that spell was cast. He knew what you would become.'

Harry slid his hand down and washed Snape's inner thighs, ignoring the fiery glares Snape now sent his way. He grinned when Snape growled as his hand moved from his slave's thigh to wrap around his cock. 'Oh, grow up. You're dirty from head to toe, and look at you. You don't have enough energy to be an arse. When is the last time you ate something substantial? You're even skinnier than usual.'

'I don't recall, actually. We were fed, of course, because who's going to purchase a dead man, but never anything to write home about, and generally not enough to keep us in terrific shape.'

'I'll have to remedy that,' Harry said, moving from Snape's cock to his balls, washing all around and then helping the man onto his knees so he could wash his arse.

'This is so humiliating,' Snape muttered to himself. If Harry heard, which he most likely did, he said nothing. Harry then helped him sit back and finished up his legs.

When he was done, Harry hopped out of the tub and dried off. 'You sit there for a few moments and don't drown yourself. I'm going to go see about getting you some food.'

Once the door was closed, Snape slid down lower and relaxed in the healing bath. He hated that he was now a prisoner and a slave, of Harry Potter's no less, but there was nothing he could do about it now. He had two options: he could either do whatever Harry asked and potentially live a life of luxury, something he'd never been able to do, or he could fight Harry every step of the way, push his new "master" to the breaking point, and potentially live out the rest of his life as a torture victim. Thinking about Percy Weasley and what that young man was about to endure, he thought that the former option was the way to go. After all, how bad could it be if he got to do what he loved (brew potions and create new ones) and he got to take baths like this for the rest of his life? He may be stubborn and a bastard, but no one could ever accuse him of being an idiot.

Five minutes later, Harry came back inside carrying a fluffy, black dressing gown and a pair of black, silk boxers. 'Dobby is bringing your lunch straight away. Get out of the tub, and I'll dry you off. Then we can see if there are any other injuries that didn't quite heal.'

Glaring at Harry but keeping any real protests to himself, Severus got out of the tub and allowed Harry to dry him off, pointedly ignoring the Gryffindor when his hands lingered around his nether regions a bit longer than necessary.

'Lift your arms,' Harry ordered. 'Ah, there's still a slight rash here. Let me get the ointment.' Harry walked over to the cabinet that held his various potions and grabbed a jar of salve. 'This isn't as good as what you can make, I'm sure, but Draco and Lucius are quite competent at potion brewing.'

Snape snorted as Harry rubbed the salve onto his rashes. 'I'm sure they are, and I'm thrilled to note that it wasn't you who created these potions. I fear that my arm would have fallen off by now if you had.'

Harry laughed. 'I was never first in your class when it came to brewing, but I did well enough to pass my O.W.Ls with an 'Outstanding', may I remind you. It was much easier to brew when you weren't breathing down my neck, just waiting for me to foul it up.'

'Yes, Potter, I remember very well. You tormented me with your existence for two more years, since Dumbledore stated that you fulfilled my requirements and I could not discriminate against you simply because I did not enjoy your company.'

'Yes, and I also passed my N.E.W.Ts with excellent marks, which allowed me to go into Auror training directly after I left school. Knowing how they taught and what they knew helped me to overcome them all the sooner,' Harry replied as he applied salve to a rash just behind Snape's left knee. 'Dumbledore should have minded his own business and let you keep me out of your class. I may not be up to your standards, but I can hold my own, and the knowledge I learned in your class helped get me where I am today.'

Harry stood up and handed the boxers to Snape. 'Put on the robe and then I want you to eat and have a nap. You're exhausted, and I want you lucid when I show you around the castle and I explain the rules I have set. I'm going to make sure that Lucius has finished shopping, and then I've got a few things to do before I give you my full attention.' Harry walked by Snape and pressed a lingering kiss to his cheek. 'I'll see you in a while.'

Snape watched Harry leave and then he threw his boxers across the bathroom and sat down on the only chair in the room. He placed his head in his hands, ran his fingers through his hair- his clean, sweet-smelling, itchy-no-more hair- and released a frustrated growl. He didn't want to be here, he didn't want to live like this. His life sucked, and it all started when he decided to believe Voldemort's lies, so many years ago. He had made a stupid mistake, along with many others, and now he was to reap what he had sown.

He knew, somewhere inside him, that the events of Harry's life were a result of mistakes made before he was born, and that they were responsible for Harry's reign now, and the blame didn't all lay at the young man's feet. However, it didn't stop him from loathing the brat, knowing that he was now at Harry's beck and call, required to do only Merlin knows what for his new master.

He shuddered as he thought of some of the things that he'd had to do for Voldemort, and he prayed to whoever was out there listening that he didn't have to do some of them again…which meant that it was best to stay on Harry's good side. Snape paled when he realised that he might have to actually be kind to the little brat.

Knowing that his life was now out of his hands, Snape growled again and stalked over to pick up his previously discarded boxers. He yanked them on and then threw on the robe that Harry had brought in before he wandered out into the bedroom area and found Dobby setting out his meal.

'Hello, Severus Snape, sir. Dobby is putting out your lunch. Master Harry says that you are to eat and then sleep. Dobby will turn back the bedclothes for Severus Snape while he is eating.'

Snape sat down at the table and lifted the lids on the platters of food. He groaned and his mouth started to salivate as he eyed some of his favourite dishes. He quickly spooned as much food as possible on his plate, and when he put that first bite of shepherd's pie into his mouth, his eyes rolled back into his head and he actually let out a loud whimper. It had been too long since he'd had the wonderful food that the Hogwarts house-elves used to make. Snape hadn't realised how much the elves had spoiled him until he had left and ended up in Canada, where he had to fend for himself. A genius at potion making he may be, but a cook he was not. Contrary to popular belief, just because a person could be adept at one of these did not mean that he could do the other.

Snape dove into his plate without further ado, and soon he had practically licked it clean. He drank down the wine that had been provided and then sat back with a contented sigh. It had been a long time since he'd been able to eat his fill.

'Would Severus Snape like pudding now?' Dobby asked as he came from the bedroom.

Snape shook his head and yawned so widely that for a moment he thought his jaw might have unhinged. 'No, I couldn't eat another bite. I'm going to have that nap that Potter ordered,' he muttered, getting up and stumbling into the other room. He didn't even bother looking around as he crossed the large bedroom and climbed into a bed that would easily fit five fully-grown men, and he fell asleep the second his head hit the pillow. Dobby came in and covered him with a light blanket and closed the door.



Harry walked into the bedroom at six o'clock that night and smiled when he saw that Snape was still snuggled deep into the downy pillows, snoring lightly. It was almost a shame to wake the man up, but Harry had to show him around the castle and make sure he knew what he could and could not do.

Harry climbed onto the bed and stretched out beside his sleeping servant. He leant over and kissed Snape's mouth, just a feather-soft touch, nothing more. Snape's breath hitched slightly and his lips pursed just the tiniest bit, but that was the only indication that he'd felt anything.

Harry pressed his lips to Snape's again, this time with a bit more pressure. This caused Snape to groan and shift, but it didn't wake him up. Harry kissed him again, this time nibbling a bit on his slave's bottom lip before licking it with a gentle swipe of his tongue.

That seemed to do it because when he pulled back, Snape was glaring up at him. 'I thought you weren't going to take advantage of me, Potter,' he snarled.

Harry rolled his eyes. 'It was just a little kiss to wake you up. It's not like I had my cock shoved up your arse or anything.' Harry rolled off the bed. 'You might remember whom you're talking to as well. I may not be tying you up with chains and cutting you with sharp, pointed objects, but you are mine to do with as I please. Show a little respect. I don't want to hurt you, nor do I want to break that lovely spirit of yours, but I won't hesitate to do what I must. I honestly don't think you know how well off you've got it. Perhaps I should show you what I did to Percy Weasley this afternoon.'

'That won't be necessary, I assure you, Potter,' Snape said, sitting up, mentally shuddering at the images that flashed through his head. 'What time is it?'

'It's six o'clock. Time for you to get up and take a little tour. Here,' Harry said, tossing black robes to Snape. 'There are several robes for you in the closet. I paid a visit to Madam Malkin's before I went and had my fun with Weasley. You also have trousers, shirts, shoes, socks, and boxers, and there's a toothbrush for you in the bathroom. Make a list of anything else you might need and I'll have one of my men go out and get whatever it is.'

Harry went into the bathroom and showered, leaving Snape to get dressed. Snape was pulling a comb through his hair when Harry came out of the bathroom with a towel around his hips, his hair dripping slightly.

Snape surreptitiously checked his chin for any signs of saliva, because he most assuredly found himself salivating. When he had left the wizarding world, Harry had been powerful, but the young man had still been skinny, gangly, and not really attractive, though his face was rather nice looking. Several years later, Snape realised that Harry had plenty of time to fill out. Harry was firm and muscular, no sign of fat on him at all. Snape wondered how he manage to not see it earlier, but now he just chalked it up to being too tired to think straight. He mentally shrugged and figured that Harry's appeal had more to do with being celibate for the last six years than anything else.

He turned from the sight of his naked master as Harry pulled off the towel and slipped into a pair of boxers, obviously not caring whether or not Snape was staring. He took the comb that Snape had been using and after using a drying spell on his hair, he combed through the unruly strands. Snape took the opportunity to go into the bathroom and brush his teeth.

When he came back out, Harry was waiting patiently for him. 'Let's go to the laboratory. While we walk, I'll explain the rules.'



Snape followed Harry down the steps and out into the hallways. 'The first thing you already know. Do not cross me. If you do as I say, then you and I will not have a problem, and you'll live your life in peace.'

Harry led Snape down into the dungeons as he continued talking, nodding to those who passed by, but otherwise he kept his attention fully on Snape. 'Secondly, do not go into the Forbidden Forest by yourself, no matter what. If you do, not only will that tattoo of yours give you new experiences in pain, but also there will be a barrage of Dark creatures, which happen to be under my control, upon you in a moment's notice, and they're ordered to kill on sight anyone who is not with one of my men. If you need any ingredients from the forest, tell me, and Lucius or I will go with you. I don't want you to try to go in there alone. Oh, and if you think about going in there with the strict purpose of killing yourself, that tattoo will incapacitate you and I will know the instant that it does. I think you know I won't be happy with you, should you try.'

'I don't suspect you would. All right, no suicide attempts. What else?'

'Stay out of Gryffindor Tower. That's my playroom, something that you don't want to be a part of at all. Hufflepuff is reserved for guests, and Ravenclaw is Lucius and Draco's domain. Most of the rooms throughout the castle are rooms belonging to my men, but those rooms are specifically marked. You are allowed in any rooms other than these.'

'And what of Slytherin? What did you do to that section of the castle,' Snape asked, not sure if he really wanted to know the answer.

'Actually, you can have a look for yourself.' Harry turned down the hallway that led to the Slytherin common room and said, 'Severus Snape.' The painting swung open and Harry led the way inside.

'You used my name as the password?' Snape asked, a little more than slightly amused.

'Of course. It was rather appropriate, considering the new décor, don't you think so?'

Snape looked around the room and his eyes widened just the slightest bit. The Slytherin common room, though the colours hadn't been changed, was now a fully-equipped potions laboratory, complete with about fifty different cauldrons of various sizes and types, shelves full of ingredients that were dried, fresh, and even alive (kept in tanks and fed on a regular basis). The only things missing were the…

'Well-stocked, I must say, but where are the books? I would think that they would be required, since I know that Draco and Lucius aren't disciplined enough to memorise every potion in the world. They are not on nearly the same level as I am.'

'No, they're not.' Harry smiled and went to the opposite wall. Next to the stairwell that led to what used to be the Slytherin boys' dormitories was a panel with several buttons. 'This, Severus, is a rather ingenious improvement I've made. Up each of the stairwells is a full potions library. All you have to decide is which way you want to view them. You can view alphabetically, by author or title, or you can view by subject, or you can search chronologically. If you know the name of the book, you can say it into this microphone-like thing, and the book will float down the stairs and right into your hands.'

'May I?' Snape asked, eager to look at the books. Harry nodded and stepped aside to sit on the sofa against the wall. Snape hit the button that said chronological and waited while the books shifted into place. Then he walked up the steps as fast as he dared, not wanting to look like an eager child who has never set foot in a sweetshop.



When Snape finally made it back down the stairway- the second stairway, since when he had come down the first, books in hand, he quickly went up the second without a word to Harry- Harry was talking with Lucius, who was putting up the last ingredients he had purchased.

'I see you've found something to amuse your new slave,' Lucius said, eyeing Snape, openly drinking in the vision of his old lover.

'Yes, well, you know Severus and his potions,' Harry said. 'If you're done, Severus, we can go back to our rooms and have dinner.'

Snape looked up, and Harry could swear that the man was almost pouting. Harry bit back a laugh and said, 'You can take those books with you, Severus. You're allowed to take any books from the libraries that you wish.' Harry was even feeling generous enough to help Snape carry the books back to his room, but he forced Snape to put down the tome that he was reading to eat.

'I know how much you love potions, Severus, but I must insist that you eat. You can read afterward, while I take care of some paperwork. It seems that even Dark Lords have to do that as well. It's a pity, since it takes out of my playtime,' he remarked, winking at Snape.

Snape ignored Harry and ate with as much enthusiasm as he had earlier in the day. Food was indeed a wonderful thing when you hadn't had enough of it in the last few years. When they were done, Harry walked out to his office, leaving Snape to read to his heart's content.

Four hours later, Harry walked back into the room to find Snape asleep on the bed, a book draped over his lap, head cocked to the side. Harry put the list of potions he needed Snape to make for him on the bedside table and sat down. He leant over and kissed his slave softly.

Snape moaned in his sleep and unconsciously he opened his mouth to permit Harry's questing tongue entrance. Harry accepted with the eagerness of a child who opens presents on Christmas morning, mapping out every part of Snape's mouth, leaving no part unexplored. He was gentle about it, and Snape started to respond to his ministrations, stroking Harry's tongue with his own while he was still asleep.

It was when Harry's hand stroked his chest and slid down to his hip and outer thigh that Snape awoke. Realising that Harry had his tongue in his mouth, and his own was reciprocating nicely, Snape ripped his mouth away from Harry's. 'Again with the molesting?' Snape snarled, dismayed by his own apparent abundance of enthusiasm. He pointedly ignored the tingling sensation that had started in the pit of his stomach, for the sake of his own sanity.

Harry chuckled at Snape's obviously forced indignation. 'You liked it, admit it. Before you were fully awake, you were responding nicely. So, tell me, Severus, do you find me attractive?' Harry asked, his voice low and almost smoky. 'Does the sight of me make you want to do unprintable things to me?'

Snape glared at Harry. 'The sight of you, Potter, makes me cringe. Now will you please get your paws off of me?'

Harry looked down to where his hand was still massaging little circles on Snape's thigh and hip. He looked up and grinned. 'What's wrong, Severus? You don't like this? Other parts of you would tell me otherwise,' he said, his eyes going from Snape's face to his groin. Snape's interest was blatantly apparent through the thin robes and boxers.

'Purely a normal physical reaction, I assure you,' Snape muttered without much conviction.

'If you say so,' Harry said, getting up and stripping off his robes. When Snape didn't move, Harry looked over at him, eyebrow raised in question. 'Are you going to get undressed?'

Snape stiffened slightly and Harry rolled his eyes. 'I despise wearing clothing in bed. I already told you that raping you is not my idea of fun, so get moving.'

Snape got off the bed as slow as he possible and undressed himself. He quickly slid under the blankets, refusing to let Harry stare at him for any length of time. Harry slid underneath the blankets and pointed his wand at the torches. 'Nox.'

All light but that which came from the fireplace was extinguished, and Harry slid to the middle of the bed, reaching for Snape. 'Come here.'

Snape did as he was ordered and slid next to Harry. Harry slid close to his slave so that Snape had to wrap an arm around his shoulders.

Harry kissed Snape's jaw and his fingers crawled over to casually scratch through the small patch of dark hair that nestled Snape's cock. 'I have a few potions that I'd like for you to make for me tomorrow. Nothing fancy and you'll have plenty of time to work on anything else you want. The list is on the bedside table. Your wand will be returned to you tomorrow as well.'

Snape's breath hitched slightly as Harry's finger trailed down his cock, which was, much to the dismay of the owner, starting to firm up under his master's touch. 'Lucius didn't destroy my wand?' he asked with as level a voice as he could manage. When Lucius had taken his wand nearly a year ago, he thought that he'd never see it again.

'No,' Harry whispered against his slave's lips. 'He kept it with him. He knew you would need it for your potion making.' Harry swiped his tongue across Snape's upper lip and then took the bottom one between his teeth and worried at it while his index finger deftly circled the tip of Snape's cock, smearing the precome over the entire head.

Snape bit back a whimper. As much as his mind insisted he didn't want any part of Harry touching him, his mutinous body was saying otherwise. 'Don't,' he whispered, pushing Harry's hand away from his prick.

Harry pulled back slightly and looked at Snape's profile, which was illuminated slightly by the fire. 'Do you really want me to stop what I'm doing because you really don't want me to do this, or is it because you really are enjoying it, and you hate yourself for it?'

'What does it matter, Potter?' Snape snapped hoarsely, trying to regain some control over his body. 'I don't want you to fondle my body like I'm some sort of plaything. I'm not your puppet.'

Harry sat up and glared down at Snape. 'Isn't that what everyone did to me my entire life? Wasn't I used as the wizarding world's pawn, their puppet? You may not have been directly responsible, as Dumbledore was, but did you help me? No. Did you once stick up for me, try to make me understand what was going on? No. Did you ever try to warn me not to trust those around me? Did you ever question anything Dumbledore did when it came to me, even after Cedric's death, or Sirius'? What about in fifth year, when you were supposed to be teaching me Occlumency lessons? Maybe if you'd helped me then, instead of getting so angry with me, maybe my godfather would be alive now.'

'So now everything is my fault simply because I do not want to succumb to your advances?' Snape sneered. 'How pathetic, Potter, that you have to resort to a guilt trip in order to get a slave to fuck you.'

Harry's fist flashed out in an instant and came into firm contact with Snape's cheek, Harry's ring slicing into the pale flesh. Snape winced and glared up, too surprised to notice the blood streaming down his cheek. Harry straddled him in a second, his entire body trembling with rage. 'I warned you not to piss me off,' he shot out through gritted teeth. 'I told you not to make me hurt you. I asked you to be nice…to obey.' Harry's left hand crept up and clenched around Snape's throat, squeezing the life out of his slave.

Snape was rather disconcerted as he watched Potter nearly frothing at the mouth, he was so furious. 'Perhaps my last comment was a bit rash,' he gasped out, barely able to make a sound and hoping that Harry would hear. His eyes crossed slightly to stare down at the wand pointed straight at his nose. Snape watched as Harry struggled with his anger, trying to decide whether to hex Snape into the next millennium, or just forget the incident. When Harry exhaled and the tension left his body, and the hand around his throat moved away, Snape's heart unclenched. Contrary to his obvious actions, he didn't want to die, nor did he wish to be introduced to Harry's torture chamber. He'd had more than enough torture at the hands of Voldemort, and at his age, he didn't know if he could handle anymore.

Harry pointed his wand and re-lighted the torches. He pointed his wand at Snape's face. When Snape flinched, Harry smiled softly and said, 'I'm not going to hurt you.' He whispered a spell that stopped the bleeding and then got up and went into the bathroom, coming back with a healing draught and an ointment that would make sure his slave's skin wouldn't scar.

As Harry patched up Snape's face, he lectured his former professor about watching his mouth. 'I really should leave this wound to scar, to make sure you remember not to provoke me, but I like your face too much. You need to keep a tight reign on what you say to me. Say to the others what you like, because everyone is under strict orders not to harm you under any circumstances, but remember tonight. It's only the slightest, most minute example of what I can do to you.'

Snape nodded slightly and closed his eyes. 'It was stupid of me, I know. I just wanted to make you angry enough so that you'd leave me alone. You said-'

'I said I wouldn't force you, and I wouldn't have. I was trying to point out that you and I were in much the same positions, though at different times and under different circumstances, but while I was forced to play the part, you are not my plaything. If you hadn't responded, I would have just gone to sleep, but you were responsive, and I couldn't resist pushing you farther. If you would have simply said, "I don't want this" and left it at that, you wouldn't be lying here with your face half cut open. As I told you before, I have other slaves for forced sex.'

When Harry finished he threw the phial and the ointment on the bedside table and slid back under the blankets. He extinguished the lights and said, 'Turn over.'

Snape turned to his side and tried to relax. Harry slid up behind him and wrapped an arm around his waist. 'Go to sleep, now. Does your face still hurt?'

'No,' Snape murmured, burrowing his face into the soft, fluffy pillow. He'd always loved downy pillows, ever since he'd come to Hogwarts. Of course, with money as tight at home as it had always been, he hadn't had such luxuries when he was a child. He would do well to remember that, especially next time he tried to bait his master.

'Good,' Harry whispered, pushing aside Snape's long hair and kissing his neck gently. He nuzzled his face in Snape's clean-smelling hair and said, 'Goodnight, Severus.'

'Goodnight,' Snape replied, slowly drifting off to sleep.



The next morning, Snape woke up to Harry kissing his collarbone. Sometime during the night he had turned to face the other direction, and he was now wrapped in Harry's warm embrace.

'Good morning,' Harry said, a soft, playful smile dancing upon his lips, the previous night's blunder obviously forgotten. 'I trust you slept well?'

Snape nodded and sat up to stretch, careful not to do anything that might provoke another outburst. Harry got up as well and padded into the bathroom. 'How does your face feel?' he asked as he turned on the shower.

'Fine. It doesn't hurt,' Snape called out, standing up and stretching. He went to look in the mirror and saw only the faintest line where the ring had scored his face. The scar would be completely gone before the day was out.

Harry looked out the door. 'Come join me. We can have breakfast together and then you can run off to the potions lab.'

Snape followed Harry into the bathroom and stepped under the hot streams of water, and moaned with absolute pleasure. He didn't even mind when Harry started soaping down his body. He just stood there and allowed his master to fondle his body all he wanted.

'You're complacent today,' Harry remarked. 'Not that I mind, but not even a mutter. Are you going soft?'

'I think not, Potter. I just choose to pick my battles, and if this is what you wish, there are other things that I'd rather not do than let you fondle my body.'

'Whatever you say, Severus. But one of these days, I will have you. I will not force you, however,' Harry said, a sly smile spreading across his face. He stood up on his toes and bit Snape's ear, drawing blood. 'One of these days, you'll be begging me to fuck you senseless.'

'I doubt that, Potter.'

'I know it for a fact, Severus. And quit calling me Potter. Either call me Harry or master. I'd much prefer Harry, but whatever turns you on.' Harry slipped his fingers between Snape's cheeks and casually played with the puckered flesh of his hole. He grinned when Snape gasped. 'Oh, yes, you'll be begging for it soon enough. No need to force you into anything. It's been so long, hasn't it, Severus?' he whispered, sucking on his slave's ear and then moving down and licking off the blood that trickled down his neck. 'Too long. It's too bad I don't have time to bring down your defences, but I have a meeting and a little torture to dole out, and I believe that you have some potions to brew.'

Harry quickly washed himself and then dried off and dressed before Snape finished brushing his teeth. When Snape finally came out of the bathroom, Lucius was in the room, Snape's wand in hand. Harry took the wand and gave it to Snape. After pressing a chaste kiss to Snape's lips, Harry slipped into his robes and walked out.

Snape sat down and stared at the wand in his hands, a small smile gracing his features. He grasped the wand firmly, pointed it at one of his books, said, 'Wingardium leviosa!' and the book floated gracefully through the air. He walked over and picked it up. Yes, it was indeed wonderful to perform magic after nearly a year in captivity.

After he picked up the books that he had already finished, he looked around the room and thought about what his life had become. He was the slave of Harry Potter, and he would remain that way for the rest of his days. And yet, he was going to be allowed not only to do magic, but also to do the one thing that he'd always loved more than anything else in the world: brew and create potions. Considering the current state of the wizarding world, that was a lot.

Snape stood and dressed himself quickly, eager to get downstairs and fully explore his new laboratory and library. As he walked down to the dungeons, list of potions clenched tightly in his hand, he thought that his life could indeed be much worse than it was at the moment. That point was emphasised for him when he ran into Percy Weasley in the hallway, most likely being escorted to the hospital wing for patching up. Snape winced as he stared at the cuts and lashes across the young man's body.

Snape said nothing to him, and quietly descended into the castle's depths.