I do not own Harry Potter! No spoilers! This is a story about IF Voldemort died on the battlefield at Hogwarts in Harry's 6th year. Does NOT go with the story plot of the actual books Harry Potter.
Also this is a sequel to Master please. Please read that first. This will make no sense if you do not.
This chp. does not hold sex in it. Sorry. I felt we had to get more in depth.
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Summary: Sequel to Master please. Everything is falling apart now and Severus Snape is his master. Will Harry sit back and be a good slave and do what he's told, or will he disobey just to get the thrill of the promised pain...
I made my way down from the astronomy tower. No one was out at this time of night…
I made sure to go through some hidden passages just to make sure I didn't run into Snape. I was so embarrassed!
How could I let him do that? To just take advantage of me!
"You enjoyed it." A voice in the back of my mind whispered to me.
"No… That can't be true!" I myself whispered back.
"It is…" It replied in a sing-song-ish voice.
As I continued to walk, and try to ignore the voice, I came across a bathroom. I've never seen it before, and I've gone through this passage a hundred times. Pushing open the door I moved inside to find what seemed to be a second prefect bathroom.
The bathroom was silver with rubies everywhere. Just the combination of the two colors was amazing and glowed in the moonlight that came through a glass window on the far wall.
Taking a look at myself in the mirror and I knew I had to get cleaned. There was still dried cum and saliva on my face. And I could feel the crust from the cum on my legs where it had ran down. So I slowly took off my clothes as not to cause more harm then what was done tonight. Gently I climbed into the tub and the water magically heated to the perfect temperature. It felt amazing.
Soap appeared next to me and I lathered up my hands. With caution I began to clean myself. I moaned at the feeling of being able to get clean, especially after that dirty experience with Snape. I rubbed the crust off my legs and face and then made sure to clean everywhere else Snape touched. The feeling of his fingers on me lingered still and I knew I had to get their perfect touch out of my mind. I scrubbed hard to get rid of the feeling.
Then while cleaning my chest I had this over whelming feeling to touch my nipples. It felt as if it was the right thing to do, so with soapy fingers, I gently caressed them. Just the slightest touch though made me lose my breath. It felt so good to just sit and gently tease them, to play and pinch them. My hands snapped away from my chest not believing that I was just playing with my nipples. What was wrong with me?
Quickly finishing my bath I jumped out of the tub. While doing a drying spell I took another look around. Something was wrong though… The place seemed to be growing increasingly creepier with each second that was passing.
The silver was tarnishing and the rubies were turning into eyes that stared at me. The pupils in the eyes turned to red and my scar started to hurt badly. My hand reached to my forehead and grasped it as the pain grew worse. I groaned into the air and fell back into the water.
Quickly I got to the surface and tried to get out again my scar not hurting any more after the water touched it. The water though held me down. It had turned into a white gel that held me in place. I struggled against it but the gel holding me turned to white hands that held me down. The hands didn't pull me down though instead they seemed to be gently pulling me closer to the middle of the tub. Then out of the darkness in front of me appeared Snape.
My eyes widened and I began to struggle even more. The hands around my body just tightened and continued to pull me forward and to the monster that raped me.
"Obey your master." A voiced called from all around as Snape's cloths disappeared and he advanced on me. His penis was erect and he gently pumped it while staring at me with a smirk that said "You're my new cum bucket."
"No! Please!" I screamed and struggled as I was pulled closer to the now naked Snape. He sunk into the gel and it pulled me with a hard yank to him then forced me to turn around and bend over. "Please, Stop!" I felt him grab my hips and he leaned down to my ear.
"Such a good slut." He then pushed forward and into the perfect position to enter me. I felt the tip push against my asshole.
"NO!" I shouted and sat up straight in bed breathing hard into the night air. Right as I sat up though I cringed and fell back down my head hitting the pillow. My ass hurt so badly! But… wasn't it a dream? It had to be.
The voice in the back of my mind told me I'm not that lucky.
Settling down I whimpered into the darkness till I heard movement next to me. I turned my head to the right and looked. Someone stood next to me. I tensed up not wanting anything else to happen. I just want to go back to sleep and pretend none of this happened.
"Mr. Potter are you all right?" Madam Pomfery asked me with a concerned voice. She stood next to my bed in her night cloths and in an open robe. Her hair was messed up and her breathing slightly labored like she ran to get to my bed. Her eyes grew even more concerned when I didn't answer. I just stared at her, believing for one second that the sex had been a dream. For one second that everything that happened to me really didn't, that it was all fake.
"Mr. Potter… Mr. Potter… Mr. Potter!" I heard her calling me but I couldn't respond. That's what Snape called me in my dream. Oh god, I think I'm going to be sick. "Harry." This time I looked at her. "Harry I need you to answer some questions for me." I tensed not wanting to go through more tonight. My ass had a dull throb now that pulsed as I laid there.
"Harry I know this is going to be hard so I'll be as gentle as possible. Did… something happen tonight?" she asked looking at me with worry now.
I looked down, not wanting to speak. The silence was thick in the air, making it hard for me to breathe properly. Madam Pomfery continued to speak though.
"Harry? Your anal cavity has been penetrated very roughly. I mended it so don't worry too much. It'll be sore for a few days. So I'm going to keep you here for now. I just want to know if you're okay. This type of thing can be traumatizing. I just want you to know that I'm going to be here for you the whole way." She said touching my once rope burned wrist gently.
I knew if she knew what really happened she'd abandon me. After all, I'm just a slut. Nothing but a whore… Oh god. I felt the tears in my eyes and the vomits in my throat get closer to my mouth. She can't know. She can NEVER know.
Madam Pomfery continued though. "That's not the only thing Harry… You're pregnant."
My eyes widened I could feel them as they did. Madam Pomfery kept talking but I couldn't hear her any more. Her lips moved but no sound reached my ears. I don't know what came over me but I started to cry my eyes out. Just everything that happened tonight came rushing back at me as a hurricane and I cried. I cried for myself, my unborn baby, and my freedom. Why me, it's so unfair!
Then I started to laugh. It was silent at first, just the slight shake of my shoulders. Then I started to get vocal. My eyes closed, I clenched my fists and pounded my right hand on the bed screeching with laughter. It was just so funny! The man who hates me makes me his slave! Then I get pregnant with his baby!
Madam Pomfery looked at me with concern and worry. Just seeing her face though made me laugh more! This is crazy, insane, and hysterical too! Snape, Severus Snape, made me his bitch, his slave, his toy, and his cum bucket!
"Harry… I know this is difficult to handle but you need to calm down. You'll hurt the baby if you keep laughing like this. High emotions can cause you to lose it." Poppy said picking something up out of her robe pocket. It was a light blue potion, a sleeping potion. See? I do pay attention in potions.
I continued to laugh though, almost not believing this to be true. I laughed so hard tears started to come to my eyes. For some reason all of this was hilarious. But then my laughter started to die. This is all real… I'm with his baby, he raped me, and now I'm his. What am I going to do? What will I tell people? What should I do?
My laughter turned to sobs of grief. My sobs turned to cries of pain. And Madam Pomfery leaned down and drew me into a warm embrace. She sat on the edge of the bed next to me holding me close while I sobbed into her shoulder like a baby. Madam Pomfery just held me though and rocked me gently. I felt… protected, loved… like this is what I have been missing my whole life because of Voldemort.
"Shh… It's okay Harry. We'll get this figured out. Everything will be fine." She said stroking my hair gently. Her hand was warm and felt nice against my sore head. I've never had anyone stroke my hair before to make me feel better. This made me feel worse. Now I knew what I was missing with losing my parents. I felt my sobs worsen and my crying get harder. My breathing became pants for breath and I started to shake with grief.
Madam Pomfery then held the sleeping potion up to my lips. "Drink this dear, it'll help you feel better. Get you more relaxed and help you sleep."
I opened my mouth and swallowed the potion down to my stomach not caring anymore. I just wanted this all to be a dream, for none of this to be true. My eyes slowly closed, my sobs died, my breathing evened out, and the shaking stopped. Slowly I fell into the warm embrace of sleep once more not wanting to ever wake up again. Madam Pomfery slowly let me go and turned to her office door where Severus Snape stood waiting. I was asleep.
Madam Pomfery walked over to the new headmaster of the school and glared up into his hard eyes. She clenched her fist at her side looking ready to punch at any moment if he said the wrong thing. Her glare beat his any day. And as she spoke you could clearly hear the killing intent behind each word aimed at this monster that stood in front of her that dared hurt her patient.
"Severus Snape," she said and started to shake in fury. "I hope you rot in hell for everything you're doing to this student."
Severus merely smirked at her icy glare and words. She was nothing compared to him in his eyes. Yet he replied "You'll be down there with me for helping."
Poppy stormed past him and into her office. She then shoved him out and closed the door behind him almost catching his ass with the door. Once inside Poppy sat at her desk and pulled out an old bottle of Firewhiskey from the left bottom drawer of the desk. She poured herself a glass and cradled the cup between both hands close to her forehead. Then with one silent tear that slide down her left cheek, she drowned the first of many glasses to come.
"Forgive me Harry. Please… forgive me…" She whispered and sobbed her heart out, drowning it in Firewhiskey.
Snape instead of just leaving the hospital wing, walked over to Harry's bed examining his face. Gently Snape touched his cheek tracing the jaw line down then up and to his mouth. Slowly he leaned down and kissed his sleeping beauty on his slightly parted lips. The kiss was sweet, innocent, yet controlling. If Harry had been awake he would have been begging for more.
Severus pulled away hesitantly though, as if wanting, needing more, yet not wanting to scare away the one he wants more from. He gently brushed hair away from Harry's face and leaned down again, kissing his scar.
"I'll take good care of you my sweet, innocent Harry." Snape whispered to the air. Forcing himself up, Snape slowly walked to the door of the hospital wing. His shoes made no sound as he walked and his cloak gently swirled around his feet amazingly not tripping him.
Turning back he looked at Harry's bed longingly then said one last thing, "Soon my sweet, you'll be my perfect slave. No one will stop me from what I'm going to be doing to you. What I'm going to make you love." The smirk on his face couldn't be missed. It screamed for the pain it was about to bring onto the unfortunate victim in the far hospital bed. Snape turned though and faded into the darkness, and then to the dungeons.
It happened again, the exact same dream as before. Coming back to show me what I am, and what's to come.
I made my way down from the astronomy tower. No one was out at this time of night…
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