Story: Missing.
Warnings: Tort, N/C, OOC, Slash
Rating: M
Summary: Harry won the war but has been missing for three years. Know Snape is enrolling his 11-year-old mute child that no one ever knew about, the child has green eyes.
Notes: "Is normal speaking" 'Is Harry speaking'. Don't like the plot, don't read it. This is your choice, I am not holding a gun to you. Flamers may be banned, I am as forgiving as a youngling Sith. ((Eg. I have my moments)).
OCD Moment: Draco walked into the room with pink tails and only an apron on. "Who wants strawberries shortcake!"
Chapter one: Pain
EDITED!
**************************Present Day********************
Harry was, for lack of a better word, happy. After all these years he was finally getting away from Snape and the mans unwanted and rather hated affections. Few knew that after Harry had defeated He-who-must-not-be-named Snape had hatched his own evil plot, firing a curse behind our hero that rendered him unconscious. Well only he and Snape knew that little fact.
It was after this fact that Harry was lost. Most assumed that he had been cursed by a retreating Death Eater and disintegrated, while others thought he had run away to be away from all the fame. Still, a few thought he might have simply been kidnapped...
***************************Flashback**********************
When Harry had awoken, the first thing he found was that he was a lot, A LOT, smaller. In fact, he appeared to be about nine or so years old. Quite a rude awakening most could conclude. The second thing he found out was that his wrists were chained to the headboard.
After what seemed to Harry to be only a second or two, Snape walked into the room where Harry was being held. The recently de-aged male open his mouth to ask "What was going on(?)" only to find that nothing but hissing would come out. "Ahh, Yes… I can't have you blabbing about who you are to the whole world now, can I?" Snape said smirking at the look of horror that crossed Harry's face when Harry realized that something was horribly wrong and it was on his end. Harry's look changed to rage when Snape said this, and he tried to yell more, thrashing and twisting around. He glared at him and realised that he was unable to reach out and attack Snape, when he pulled at his wrists. His arms... and legs(!) were chained to bedposts. 'Bed posts…this doesn't bond well'. Looking down he found that he was wearing a green and black kilt…and nothing else. 'No...this bonded really, really badly'. However the only thing Harry found he could do was to widen his eyes in horror and pull at the chains.
Snape saw the fear that flew across Harry's face when he saw his state of dress and he said. "You should be glad I let you wear anything at all. In fact you should be glad I let you live. I would have killed you but for her eyes…Her lovely, perfect eyes" Snape said, looking wistfully at said eyes, before his face hardened and a look on crazed determination. Harry felt the dread seep deeper, into his very core. "You will learn to obey me Harry, or should I say 'Shackle Snape'?" Snape said as he walked up to the bed, seemingly in a talkative mood. Harry for his part was officially freaked out and tried to force himself as far away from Snape as he could. "Oh no you don't, I let you live because you are part her!" The crazed man reached out and grabbed Harrys leg, dicking his potion stained naiks into the bare fleash. "NOW!...You will do for me the one thing she would never do. Give ME the thing she gave HIM. THE THING I DESERVED MOST!." Harry started thrashing around more as Snape rubbed his hand up and down the bare leg, sending shivers down the now pre-teens spine.
Harry started to shake, he knew where this was leading now and knew he could not get away. "Stop, please, STOP!" He shouted, realising that the hissing was parseltongue. "Shackle dear, I can't understand you Darling" Snape said almost lovingly in an odd sing-song voice. Smirking, Snape began to strip, taking off his long, thin black shirt first then reaching for his belt...
**********************************Flashend.*****************************
Snape: Glares. "I am NOT like THAT!"
Me: "I do realize that Prof, I sorry...but some people like this story anyhow".
Harry: (Not here at Quidditch).