Bound and Broken

Chapter 1

I don't own Harry Potter. I don't want to own Harry Potter either. Now Severus Snape (Alan Rickman) I wouldn't mind owning him, but sadly I don't own him either. I do however own other soon to be known Characters. I also own the plot of the story. I adopted this fic from SpikesWoman77, and I hope to do her some justice. I posted this fic on my web groups. If you would like to check out the groups go to my profile. Summary—This is an abused Harry bonds with Snape fic. Harry is kidnapped by Death Eaters, tortured and raped. Severus happens upon him and alerts the Order. Harry is brought back to headquarters where he has to face what he's gone through while dealing with the death of Sirius. Dumbledore is his usual meddling self and finds a way to "help" his two most important "friends". Features a slightly OOC Snape and dark Lupin. This will be HP-SS slash. I hope it's original enough for you all and I hope you enjoy. And don't forget to review!

Warning—this chapter contains mentions of Rape and Torture though I will not be describing much of it. Be warned! I would like to thank everyone who has reviewed so far. I would also like to suggest if you like Flaming then light a match. No one is perfect so please be nice constructive criticism is one thing but to be rude is not.

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Serena (Rena)

As all of Surrey slept soundly, a dark figure walked into a local pub. He was clad in dark trousers, black shirtsleeves and a dark cloak. The occupants of the pub eyed the blonde stranger warily. No one knew what to make of a man such as this.

Not only was he very different, but also he carried a certain aristocratic air about him. What would a man such as this be doing in such a dingy place?

The stranger walked to the bar and sniffed the air. Pulling a face, he leaned towards the man behind the counter and sneered. "Wine," he drawled. "The finest you have."

The man behind the counter nodded mutely as he scrambled to do the stranger's bidding. The glass was delivered and the blonde man took a small sip. He grimaced as he swallowed. "This is the finest you have," he hissed.

"Y-yes sir," the man stammered.

"Yes well, I suppose I should have expected no less from you…people," he said with an arrogant smirk. The blonde man absently stroked the head of his sliver serpent tipped cane as he eyed the room.

It seemed as though he was searching for something, for a moment later, he spotted a small group of men huddled together near the back of the pub. Setting the offending wine on the counter, he stood up and walked swiftly to the group.

The men stared up at him defiantly as he approached. These sort were the sort that one would normally avoid. They were tall, muscular and dirty. Their faces were hardened from a life of trial and their eyes blazed with a feral desire to cause pain.

But these men were exactly what the stranger was looking for. The blonde grabbed a nearby chair and took a seat primly.

"Oh he's qui' pretty," one of the men sneered.

The stranger let out a small laugh. "Yes…I know I am. That is not why I'm here, however."

"Does it seem li' we care why you're 'ere," one of the other men grunted.

The blonde shrugged. "I'm afraid your cares are none of my concern. I'm here to proposition you." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a money clip that was packed full of twenty pound notes. He fingered the wad of money absently as he surveyed their faces. "I can pay well…very well if you accept this proposition."

The three men eyed the money hungrily. "What migh' this propersition be," one of the men grunted out after a moment.

"I'm looking for a boy. He lives here in Surrey and I want him…unharmed. I would gather him myself only…I can't go near that bloody…house," he sneered, anger apparent in his voice. "Normally I wouldn't use your sort…but unfortunately I have no choice in this matter. I will pay, but not until said package is delivered."

The biggest of the three men licked his lips in thought. "All righ'," he said after a moment. "We'll do yer biddin' but we wan' some money firs'."

The blonde sighed and plucked three notes from the pile. He set them on the table and glared at them, his steel eyes blazing with an intense power. "I am not one to be taken advantage of," he hissed in a low voice. "And I will know if you try anything…funny. And I will make you very…very sorry."

The three men gulped, none of them wanting to reach for the money. "Yeh've got a deal Mister…er…"

"My name is not important," he said with a wave of his hand. He released the notes and the men grabbed them eagerly. "This boy…" he said and proceeded to give them his description and the directions to the house. "I don't care what happens to the other occupants of the house…in fact, if they are killed that will make it much easier for us. Just do not let him go. Do not let him speak and whatever you do, do not let him near his…weapon."

"What weapon migh' tha' be mister?"

Lucius sneered. "It's a stick," he said with a huff. "A long wooden stick. It may not look dangerous…but you will all be very sorry if he manages to get a hold of it." The blonde reached into the pocket of his cloak and pulled out a small vial of cerulean blue liquid that shimmered in the dim light of the pub. "Force this down his throat. This will render him unconscious. I will meet you back here in one hour."

"You wan' this done now," the other man sputtered, his eyes wide.

The blonde's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Of course," he said silkily. "Is this something you can not do?"

The three gulped. "Er…of course we can mister. We'll jus' be off then." They stood up, the notes and the vial clutched in one of the men's hands.

The blonde stood up as well and swiftly walked out the door. "Be quick about it. I don't want to be…disappointed. You wont like it if I'm disappointed." With that, he disappeared behind the alleyway.

Harry Potter was dreaming. And it wasn't a good dream. The sixteen-year-old boy had witnessed so much death and so much suffering in his life that even in his sleep he could find no solace. He was forced to relive the death of his only remaining family member, his godfather, Sirius Black.

Every night, he returned to the Department of Mysteries. Every night he watched as the mad Bellatrix Lestrange pointed her wand and killed him. "SIRIUS," Harry screamed in his sleep.

The teen shot up from his stupor in a cold sweat. He looked around frantically, momentarily forgetting where he was. Right, he thought to himself. I'm at home.

Flopping back down onto the tatty pillow, he took a few calming breaths and closed his eyes again. "I just want an hour of sleep without seeing that," Harry mumbled softly. "Just one hour."

A few moments later, sleep took the boy again. But fate was never kind when it came to Harry Potter, and he was about to have a very rude awakening.

Harry thought the noise was part of his dream for a moment and he groaned. But he soon found how wrong that was when he felt his mouth forced open and a burning liquid was being poured down his throat. Before his eyes slammed shut, he made out three blurry figures hovering over him.

"I hope this is the righ' one," one of the men said, sounding very far away to the teen.

"Tha' man won' be too 'appy if we're wrong," another said.

"Let's just get 'im outta 'ere…"

Harry felt his body hoisted up roughly and then he knew no more.

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Remus Lupin came bursting into Dumbledore's private quarters. His face was flushed and his normally soft amber eyes were alit with fierce panic. "He's gone," he wheezed through gasping breaths.

Dumbledore stood up from his chair, his blue eyes blazing fiercely. "What," he asked sounding a little less calm than usual.

"Harry," Lupin breathed. "I was on my patrol! The Dursleys are all dead, stabbed in their sleep it looked like! We can't find a single trace of Harry anywhere!"

Dumbledore began to pace, stroking his beard. "The wards haven't gone off. There hasn't been any magic used within four hundred metres of the house."

Lupin rubbed a hand fiercely over his face. "I know Albus," he said in a defeated tone. "There was no sign of magic used anywhere near the house."

"Get to headquarters," Albus snapped suddenly. "I'm calling a meeting right now. When you arrive, alert Alastor, Tonks, Kingsley and the Weasleys. Have Arthur call Bill, Charlie, Fred and George however make sure they know not to inform the younger two."

Lupin snapped to attention and nodded. "See you there," he said and grabbed a pinch of floo powder. In a flash of green flames the werewolf was gone.

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Precisely three quarters of an hour later, the entire Order of the Phoenix was standing inside the cramped lounge of number 12 Grimauld Place. Molly Weasley had been crying earlier but she had managed to compose herself. Her face was still puffed and her eyes red. Arthur looked just as glum and Remus looked as though he was barely keeping it together.

Dumbledore was standing before the group of people, his arms crossed and his normally soft eyes blazing with an unspoken fury.

"Someone has managed to infiltrate the Dursley house. The muggles are dead, and Harry is gone. I have no reason to suspect anyone other than Voldemort." His gaze flickered to the black clad Severus Snape who stood in the furthest corner, his face a mask of impassivity. "I currently have no idea how exactly Harry has disappeared under our very noses and without the aid of magic, however that is not our concern. Right now we must find where he is being kept and I want you all to keep your ears and eyes wide open. I have given you all individual instructions. Please…go."

With a collective sigh, everyone began to file out of the room. The mood was intense and Molly started to sob against her husband's chest again.

Severus Snape took that opportunity to approach the Headmaster. "I have heard nothing of this Albus," he said in a very low tone.

Dumbledore gave a small but audible sigh. "I fear they may be starting to suspect you Severus. Perhaps that's why you haven't been enlightened."

Snape nodded curtly. "Perhaps. Or perhaps this was something other than the Dark Lord. Perhaps a Death Eater who seeks favour with him and managed to get to Potter. The Dark Lord will surely reward whomever could succeed where he has failed so many times."

Albus nodded. "I fear for Harry," he said very softly. "I do not believe Voldemort will risk keeping Harry alive for very long as soon as he gets his hand on the boy. Harry has escaped far too many times for him to be patient any longer. Voldemort may like to play with his…toys," he spat. "But I think his patience for Harry has long since run its course."

Severus nodded. "I agree Albus. I'm going to make a small trip to the Malfoy Manor to see what I can find. If anyone knows anything, it's Lucius. And I have ways of making that man talk."

"I am going to send Remus and Tonks to Surrey to ask around. Arabella Figg has already been questioned and she saw nothing."

"Do you think it wise to trust the werewolf in this matter," Snape sneered.

Albus gave him an exasperated look. "We've been over this many times Severus. He may be a werewolf but…"

"That is not what I'm referring to Albus and you know it," Snape said impatiently. "I am speaking of his behaviour this summer…after the death of his precious mutt. And his…attitude towards Potter."

Albus sighed. "He blames Harry…I know. But he's still the one who informed me that the boy had gone missing. He still cares for the boy, I can see it in his eyes."

Severus shook his head. "You've always had a blind spot when it came to Potter and his friends. And I'm referring to both Potter Sr. and his son."

Albus shook his head. "I know you feel I've played favourites Severus…but I believe I can trust my instincts on this. Please, just go. Be safe and report back as soon as you can."

Severus gave a curt nod before leaving Headquarters, his robes billowing behind him in their usual fashion. As he walked down the street, preparing to disparate, he looked back at the place where 12 Grimauld Place was concealed and shook his head. "He may think the werewolf is safe…but I know better."

Harry began to stir exactly eight hours after the potion had been poured down his throat. His eyes were far too heavy to open and his head was pounding fiercely. His limbs felt as if they'd been filled with lead and he couldn't do much more than wiggle his fingers.

"Ooooh," he groaned softly.

There was a shuffling sound at the other end of the room and Harry tried to turn his head in that direction.

"Glad to see you're coming around Potter," came a silky, familiar voice. "I was starting to think you'd been given too much of the potion."

Harry struggled to open his eyes but couldn't. "Where am I," he mumbled. His tongue felt thick and his lips were swollen.

"You're in my home," came the voice. "And I do hope you have a pleasant stay." The voice was laced with sarcasm and malice. "Now, I can see you're trying to open your eyes…but you wont be able to until the potion wears off. As much fun as it would be to begin our activities while you're in this state, I think it would only be fair if you had some control over your limbs. I'll be back in an hour or two." There were footsteps on stone and then the sound metal slamming shut.

"Fuck," Harry mumbled.

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Lucius Malfoy sauntered into his lounge where his son was sprawled out on one of the couches reading a book. Lucius shot him a fierce glare as he walked to his table to pour himself a stiff drink. Kidnapping and torture could be such a drain on one's energy, he thought sardonically as he tipped back the first glass.

"Draco," he snapped at his son. "Do straighten up. I wouldn't want anyone to see my son, a Malfoy, lounging around as if he were nothing more than a common Mudblood."

Draco righted himself with a small blush in his usually pale cheeks. "Sorry father," he said loudly. He picked up his book and started to read again.

Lucius walked over and snatched the book out of his son's hands and placed it down on the table. "I have a task for you boy," he said softly.

Draco's steel-coloured eyes locked with his father's. "Yes sir?"

"I've brought a gift for our master," Lucius drawled importantly. "The Dark Lord is out of the country at the moment, on important…business. I want said package taken proper care of."

Draco's eyebrows knotted in confusion. "What is said package, sir?"

Lucius sneered. "Something the Dark Lord has been longing for. Something he will be most pleased with. And you and I will be quite rewarded."

If possible, Draco paled even further. "You couldn't possibly mean Potter, father!"

Lucius raised an eyebrow at his son. "Oh? You doubt my abilities Draco?"

Draco shook his head quickly, not willing to be on the receiving end of his father's temper. "No, sir," he said swiftly. "I just thought it was impossible to get him with the wards around his house."

Lucius smirked again. "It is impossible for us to get him, Draco. But I, unlike the other servants under the Dark Lord, have found that muggles can be of some use other than for our playthings."

Draco's mouth fell open, a rather unbecoming look for the pale Slytherin. "Muggles?" he asked softly.

Lucius nodded. "Now, if you would be so kind as to head down to the dungeons and check on our little Golden Boy, I would be much obliged."

Draco stood up, willing his hands not to shake. "Yes father," he said in an overly confident voice.

Lucius put a hand on his son's shoulder, stopping him. "Draco…I want you to have fun with Potter. A lot of fun," he said evilly. "And Draco…know that I'll be watching."

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Draco's head was spinning as he walked down to the dungeons in a daze. He held his wand loosely, trying desperately not to shake. Merlin, he wanted absolutely no part of this at all. Granted, he hated Potter and his little friends. He hated Dumbledore for favouring the golden trio and he felt Potter's head was far too many sizes too big…but he wanted no part of this.

He didn't want to be involved in this war. He didn't want to serve Voldemort or Dumbledore. In all honesty, he wanted to disappear and pursue a career in Potions, just like his godfather.

But he couldn't openly defy his father. He would be killed immediately if he even considered it and Draco valued his life more than anything. Why the hell else would he be caught dead in the company of the two thickest people on the planet? Crabbe and Goyle had one useful trait…they were huge. They packed a fierce punch and while they couldn't cast a simple bat-bogey hex to save their lives, they didn't really need hexes to win a battle.

Draco opened the heavy iron door to the dungeons and stepped inside. All of the doors were magically keyed to the Malfoy magical signature, so Draco needed no unlocking charm. Right now, the dungeons were empty save for said package in the very last cell.

He knew his father had placed a viewing charm over the entire dungeon area so his moves could be recorded. There would be no rescuing the golden boy this time. At least, not by him. He walked to the last cell and placed his palm over the iron plate. The door sprang open, allowing Draco entrance.

The blonde spotted the raven-haired teen lying prone on the bed, his eyes cracked open slightly and his mouth hanging slightly ajar. He was breathing shallowly and Draco was unsure if he was conscious or not.

"Potter," he chanced in a hardened voice.

The raven-haired teen gave a small groan as he tried to move his heavy limbs. Draco wondered what had been given to him. "Who's there," Potter asked in a slurred voice.

Draco said nothing. He knew his father would want him to taunt the teen, to make him beg even. Draco felt sick at the thought but he had no choice. He knew his father wanted him to rape Harry. Lucius didn't care that Draco was gay…in fact, it made it all the more appealing for Draco to rape Harry. That and male wizards who were impregnated were guaranteed to bear only males. It secured a male heir for the Malfoy line and that's what was important to Lucius.

Draco approached Potter and stared down at him. "Wake up Potter," he hissed.

Harry cracked his eyes open a little further and a shimmer of recognition passed over his face. "Malfoy," he croaked.

Draco grinned maliciously despite the sick churning of his stomach. It was all he could do not to sick up his dinner on the dungeon floor. His father wouldn't be too pleased with that at all. Draco ran his fingers over Harry's jaw line and smirked.

"You're so pretty Potter…no wonder that muggle-loving fool likes to keep you around. Any good in the sack Potter?"

Harry mumbled something incoherently and tried to swipe at Draco's hand. The blonde caught Harry's wrist deftly and squeezed it tightly. "Now, now Potter. We'll have none of that. You're supposed to be a good little boy for me. Can you do that Potter. Can you roll over and take it like you do for the old man."

"Fuck you Draco," Harry spat groggily.

Taking a deep breath, Draco set out to do what his father expected.

Lucius peered into the large crystal and smirked as he watched his son mount the Potter brat. Draco wore a small smirk of triumph as he thrust in and out of the screaming golden boy. He knew Draco was good for something, and this was certainly one of them.

He was just beginning to enjoy the show when his wards alerted him of a person approaching. The wards had recognised the magical signature and he assumed it was going to be Snape.

Lucius didn't fully trust the Potion's Master and his loyalties to the Dark Lord…but still, he had been a very dear old friend. He knew Snape was passing quite a bit of valuable information to the Dark Lord and for that, he was to be respected, if not trusted.

Lucius poured a second glass of scotch and had it ready when Snape strode into the room, his black robes billowing about him as usual. He gave Lucius an appreciative smirk as he accepted the drink and took a delicate sip.

"What brings you here at this time of night," Lucius asked casually.

Snape looked at him coolly, his face impassive as usual. "Strange rumours Lucius," he said in his silky voice.

Lucius quirked an eyebrow. "Oh? Care to enlighten me?"

"I was hoping for you to enlighten me, Malfoy," Severus said a little harshly. "I thought I might have been informed of plans to kidnap Potter. Believe me when I say I would have taken no small joy in watching Dumbledore's golden boy in pain."

Lucius almost laughed. "It was not the Dark Lord's plan, Severus," he said in his drawling fashion. "It was mine."

Snape raised an eyebrow. "Indeed? How exactly did you manage the wards without being caught?"

Lucius grinned in a sick way. "Muggles," he said simply, triumphantly. "Found they had some good besides being dead. I paid a couple of muggles to kidnap Potter and kill his relatives."

Snape stared at him for a moment before answering. "Ingenious," he said after a moment. "It's a wonder that no one had thought of this before." Truth be told, Severus had thought of such a thing. He'd even gone as far as to warn Dumbledore but the dotty old coot had been convinced that the Dark Lord and his followers were far too full of pureblood pride to involve muggles.

Lucius smirked a little. "I've always told you I'm smarter than any of the other fools serving our Master. Doddery old fools, most of them. Our Lord is lucky to have young and intelligent minds such as ours Severus."

Severus chuckled a little at that. "That's the truest statement I've heard in a long time," Severus said and meant it. "Where is Potter now?"

Lucius beckoned Severus over to the small table where the crystal ball lay on its stand. He waved his hand over it and muttered a small incantation.

A moment later, Severus saw a stomach-churning scene playing before him. Draco had Potter on his stomach. He was raping him violently, using a small silver dagger to slash his sides and back. Potter was already covered in bruises and Severus could see a small amount of blood trickling from the teen's nether regions onto the cold dungeon floor.

"Training Draco," Severus asked coolly.

Lucius studied Severus' reaction for a moment before answering. Once satisfied that Severus truly approved of the scene, he gave a small smile. "He does need a bit of training up before he takes the mark," he replied casually. "I daresay he's not had enough field experience and what better way to gain that than on the Potter boy?"

Severus laughed again. "Well I must commend you. The Dark Lord is going to be very happy when he returns." Severus tipped back the rest of his drink and set the glass down on the table. "When will our Lord return?"

Lucius shrugged. "In a month perhaps. Perhaps longer. He's never quite clear about such things."

Severus backed away from the crystal, not giving it another glance. "I wanted to commend you for such a fast release from Azkaban. We haven't spoken much about it but it was truly a work of genius."

Lucius laughed his silky laugh. "Oh Severus, it doesn't take genius to spout out a couple of lies and several million Galleons. Really, you must know how easy Fudge truly is?"

Severus smirked. "That I do," he replied. "Now I must be off. I've got to concoct a lie to tell that old fool about his precious golden boy. I suppose I'll see you at the next meeting…and tell Draco I will see him next month at the start of term. Let him know he may come and see me if he needs anything at all."

Lucius smiled and nodded. "I will," he replied. "He's lucky to have you as a godfather Severus. I'll make sure our Lord recognises you for your efforts."

Severus smirked again and nodded his farewell to the blonde before departing. Once he had safely apperated to the edge of the wards protecting headquarters, he sank to his knees in the dark alleyway and vomited up all he'd drank at the Malfoy Manor.

A moment later, composed and clean, he burst through the doors and found Dumbledore sitting in the lounge staring into the fire. As soon as Severus walked in, the old man was on his feet.

"Any news Severus," he demanded in an unusually impatient tone.

Severus nodded grimly. "He's at Malfoy Manor. He's alive and will remain so until the Dark Lord returns from his mission, which is said to be in a month. I do not know how we are going to rescue the boy and I certainly don't fancy being found out a spy right now. I'm far too valuable to be expendable."

Dumbledore stroked his beard. "That you are my boy, that you are." He sank back down into the chair and stared back into the fire. "How was it that he was kidnapped Severus?"

Severus sat down opposite the old man and relayed the entire story, including that of Draco's actions with Harry. "I don't see how we can rescue him without Malfoy knowing I had passed on the information."

Dumbledore sat in thought. "Perhaps we can find these muggles and gain the information from them."

Severus shook his head. "Knowing Malfoy, he killed them as soon as they delivered Potter."

"But surely someone would have recognised Malfoy. He's not one for donning disguises no matter where he goes. There must be someone who recognised him."

"Knowing Lucius, he met the muggles in a pub. It's a favourite of his," Severus mused aloud. "Perhaps we can question the bartender."

Dumbledore nodded. "I will contact Remus and Tonks right away. We'll have Potter out of there by this time tomorrow night."

"I will just go then," Severus said. "I do not wish to participate further in this lest I risk my cover."

Dumbledore nodded and waved him out with his hand. "Be safe Severus."

"I fully intend to," he replied as he left.

A/N—so, what did u think? Should I continue?

Next chapter—The rescue and Harry tries to recover at the home of his late godfather.