Dark, Dangerous, and Deadly
By: Moon Crescent Neko
Warnings: Slash (male/male pairings), Abuse, Rape, Suicidal thoughts and attempts(maybe), may contain OOCness (You've been warned!!!!)
Summery: When Snape is sent to check on one Harry Potter he finds something he didn't expect. Not in his wildest dreams. Can he save the boy wonder with just his potions and spells or does he have to reveal his secret to save him? Read and Review!
Chapter 1 Pain
The pain was unbearable. He thought he was going to die. Wished for it. Hoped that death would show him mercy and claim him. He hated himself. Despised himself.
When his tormenter finally thought he had enough and left, locking the door behind himself, the small fragile boy cried. Letting the sobs rack his abused and tattered body. He cried until the darkness claimed him, allowing himself to be plagued by his nightmares.
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He was haunted with the same nightmare every night. In which he witnesses the death of all of the people he ever truly cared and trusted. He watched in horror as his best friends Ron and Hermione were brutally killed in front of his eyes. Watched as his school and only home went up in flames. Screams could be heard all around as people were ruthlessly tormented and killed. Watched in horror as every one dropped to the floor, cold and lifeless.
Then the dream- could it even be called that, no the nightmare- changed and he was haunted with the faces of all of his dead friends and family. They whispered horrible things.
'Murderer!'
'It's all your fault!'
'You killed us!'
'Monster!'
'NOOOOOOOOO!!!' He'd scream back. 'I'm sorry I didn't mean to. I'm sorry.'
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Harry woke in a cold sweat. His whole body ached from the events that occurred the night before. He went through the torment every night since the night he had come back. He didn't think he would survive until term started again. He slowly got up and discarded his torn clothes, pulling out some different ones from the closet. He had just pulled on the oversized clothes when the door banged open.
He looked in horror at his uncle. The large man looked furious, and Harry could smell the alcohol coming from him. His uncle walked in and locked the door behind him. Harry backed himself up until he felt the hard wall behind him.
"Get over here you little freak!" His uncle slurred.
Harry's whole body started shaking as he slid sideways into a corner. His uncle got even more furious and made his way towards the frail figure in the corner.
Vernon grabbed Harry by the collar of his shirt and threw him into the middle of the room. Harry let out a small scream as his already battered body made contact with the hard floor. His uncle was on him before he could recover, belt in hand. Vernon drew his hand back and let the belt buckle come down hard on his nephews back. Harry bit his lip to keep from letting his uncle get the satisfaction of hearing him scream. Blood running down his back and mouth as his uncle whipped him.
Shortly after word the whipping stopped and Harry lay there on the floor, panting. Unfortunately his uncle wasn't done just yet. Harry felt something big and hard penetrate him. He let out a scream as he realized exactly what it was. His Uncle didn't wait for him to adjust, but started to trust brutally unto the small body. The pain got more intense as his uncle sped up and thrusted harder. A loud grunt came from above him as his uncle spilled his seed inside of him. He felt his uncle pull out and watched as the man left the room. Harry allowed himself to be pulled into the darkness that awaited him.
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Severus Snape made his way to the headmasters office to find out what was so urgent that the old coot had to pull him away from his potion. He quickly said the password to the gargoyle that guarded the headmaster's office.
"Snickers"
The gargoyle leapt aside allowing him entrance. He quickly made his way up the stairs two at a time. The doors opened as soon as he stepped in front of them. He swept into the office and took the seat he was offered.
"What is it you wanted Albus?"
"Straight to the point as usual, Severus." Albus popped a lemon drop into his mouth. "I would like you to check on something-or better yet some one- for me. He lives at Privet Drive in Surrey."
"Who is it that you want me to 'check on'?"
"Harry." Dumbledore replied in a serious tone.
"WHAT?!?" Severus yelled, out raged. "But can't you send some one else? Minerva perhaps?"
"Unfortunately not. All of the rest of the faculty are either on vacation, visiting family or on a mission for the order. That leaves only you." Just as Severus opened his mouth to argue Dumbledore put his hand up and silenced him. "The decision has already been made, and I expect you to report back on his condition when ever you get back."
Severus let out an annoyed sigh. "Alright. I'll do it. Which house is it?"
Dumbledore let a smile slip onto his lips. "It's number 4 on Privet Drive." Severus got up to leave. "Oh and…" Dumbledore stopped him, "You might want to put on some muggle clothes so that you don't stand out."
Severus swept out of the office, robes billowing behind him. He angrily made his way to the dungeons where his living quarters were located. After putting on some jeans and a black shirt and black sweat jacket, Severus grudgingly made his way past the anti-apperation wards surrounding Hogwarts and apperated to Privet drive.
A split second later he was no longer standing on the grounds surrounding Hogwarts but in a dark alley in Privet Drive. He slowly walked along the street until he saw what he was looking for. On one of the houses to the left of him, had a golden 4 on the front of it.
'Disgusting.' Thought Severus as he saw the perfect double story house, with its perfect lawns and perfect picket fences. Severus walked up the driveway towards the front door. Snape knocked on the door three times and stepped back from the door to wait for some one to answer.
A few seconds later movement could be heard beyond the door. Heavy foot steps made their way towards the door. The door opened to reviel a fat purole skinned man with no neck.
"We don't want anything your selling." The man said.
"I'm not selling anything," Severus replied in a cold voice. "My name is Professor Severus Snape, Potions master at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. I'm looking for Harry Potter."
The man winced at the tone of the voice. "There's no one here by that name!" The man huffed and made to close the door.
Severus put out his hand and kept the man from closing the door. "Well then you wouldn't mind letting me look around, would you?"
"Of course I mind. Now get out of here you freak before I call the cops." The man replied in a pissed off voice.
Severus drew out his wand and pointed it at the whale of a man. Vernon stumbled back into the house looking terrified. Severus entered the house and closed the door behind him. He pocketed the wand again and looked around the sitting room he was now standing in. In the corner stood a horse like woman and her whale of son, huddled together looking rather scared. Severus smirked and headed upstairs.
The first bedroom he came too hand a big king size bed and a few wardrobes and a long mirror leaning against the wall. 'Must be the master,' Severus thought. He moved on to the next room. It contained a large queen size bed and was littered with clothes and broken toys. 'Obviously the son's room.' The next door disturbed him although he didn't show it. There were locks all along the door. Keeping what ever it hid inside with no escape route.
Severus once again pulled out his wand and quickly unlocked all of the locks with one word. "Alohamora" It was dark inside, barely enough light to make out shapes so that you don't run into them. Severus muttered another word that flooded the room with a dull light. "Lumos" The room was very small and smelled like blood, sweat and worst of all stale sex. Severus had to cover his nose to keep from gagging.
Something moved in the corner of his eye, towards the right and he turned his lit wand towards it.
Severus's eye's widened in shock as he realized exactly what it was he had seen move. A naked and battered Harry Potter lay curled up in the far right corner of the room, no cell, even if he forced himself he wouldn't every be able to call this rat's nest anything other then a cell.
TBC...
(A/N: Hope you liked it. PLease review your imput is apreciated.)