DISCLAIMER: I do not own harry potter or any characters or anything that J.K. Rowling created. HOWEVER I do claim this lovely story as my own creation 3 however perverted it may be. I do claim the storyline and OC's not in the harry potter book series or movies.
Authors Note: I AM A HORRIBLE PERSON -cries my eyes out and begs forgiveness- OKAY so I realize this update is REALLY late and I suck at keeping timely promises I am going to try and do my best. Now this will begin the actual story ^-^ YAY With harry and everyone. It will start out SeverusXHarry but eventually will turn into VoldieXHarryXLucius :] I will try and let you know when the abuse scenes will be since I plan on making them. 3 alright I hope you enjoy and please REVIEW! OH and Narcissa is dead,just letting you know. She has been dead for about 4 years. I know know, we all love Narcissa...but I had to sacrifice her for this story~
WARNINGS: This story will contain Lemon [plenty of it], perhaps some graphic details of wounds or other gross things [if your weak in the stomach about this...then please don't read], STRONG language, perhaps a rape scene of a minor and a smidgen of fluff here and there. Later on in future chapters I might add some MPREG. FAIR WARNING if you don't like mpreg then don't read. I am adding on that there is a GREAT possibility that I will include scenes of abuse of a minor in this chapter so...bear with me I will be making sure to mark the scenes where the abuse starts and where it ends so if you would want to skip it that is your choice.
Chapter 2:
~Mischief Managed~
It was nearing the end of the summer vacation and Harry Potter sat on his bed packing away his various belongings. His trunk was halfway packed and Hedwig still needed to be let out to stretch her wings. Harry planned on sending her on to the Weasley's so that his Aunt and Uncle wouldn't yell at him for her "noise". Luckily for Harry, his Aunt Petunia had taken Dudley to get his new school uniform. The boy had grown so much from last year that he needed his clothes adjusted. This wasn't anything new to Harry as the year before he had to go along on the shopping trip to carry the bags. His uncle was out of the house at another neighbors talking business. Harry was very grateful for that, especially since his Uncle Vernon had taken to drinking nearly every night. Of course Harry was to blame for Vernon's new bad habit. His Aunt Petunia called it stress drinking. Harry called it guilt drinking.
"Hedwig...soon I will be able to let you out. Then you can fly to the Weasley's and Mrs. Weasley will help you fatten backup..." Harry said and gently rubbed his finger against Hedwig's belly until she hooted and nipped at him.
"BOY!" Vernon's bellowing voice could be heard from downstairs. A loud crash and a few lumbering heavy steps on the steps as his Uncle pounded on the wall. "BOY COME DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT AND SERVE ME AND MY GUESTS!"
"Here Vernon go sit down and I will get you that drink..." A man's voice attempted to placate Vernon's anger.
"No...no Robert...don't bother with that now. We have much to discuss...the boy can serve us drinks. He isn't good for anything else!" Vernon said and plopped down onto his sitting chair motioning for the other two men to take the love seat. "BOYYY!"
Harry swallowed hard and dashed down the stairs, trying not to anger his Uncle anymore. He walked slowly up to his Uncle and waited for his Uncle to acknowledge him. Vernon smirked and pointed towards the kitchen.
"Now boy...you know how to mix my favorite drink. What would you two like?" Vernon asked the two men who watched the interaction. "This boy knows how to make several great drinks..."
Both men nodded and told Harry to just serve them what Vernon was having. The man named Robert averted his eyes from Harry's feeling a slight twinge of guilt at how Harry was being treated. The other man, whom Harry had heard his Uncle Vernon call Marcus, watched as Harry walked to the kitchen. Marcus had tried to corner Harry before, claiming that he only wanted to talk about school. Harry knew better and had escaped unharmed.
Harry could hear Vernon talking loudly and animatedly to Marcus and Robert. Apparently trying to sell them something or other, Harry hadn't paid attention to what was going on. Harry pulled three glasses from the counter and begin to mix the men's drinks. If Vernon was drinking this heavily then Aunt Petunia and Dudley must not be coming home tonight. They were hardly ever home when Vernon drank like this. Harry was just finishing the drinks as the man named Marcus excused himself to check on the drinks. Claiming that he was a master mixologist. Harry watched from the corner of his eye as Marcus walked into the kitchen and settled besides Harry as he finished up the drinks.
"So Vernon tells me you're going back to your school here soon...that's too bad...I was hoping that they would keep you closer to home..." Marcus said and ran his finger over the exposed skin of Harry's forearm.
"Please don't..." Harry pleaded, pulling his arm slightly away from Marcus's touch. Harry's eyes flickered over to where his Uncle was talking to Robert. "I need to get my Uncle and Mr. Robert their drinks..."
"You can give me a few minutes...Harry don't you think that your Uncle would reward you for being good to one of his friends?" Marcus said and stepped over quickly wrapping his arms around Harry's waist. "Don't make a sound..."
Harry winced and bent over slightly as he felt Marcus's hands slide up and down his body. He tried to close himself off from feeling or hearing the dirty things that Marcus was whispering in his ear. Harry clenched the edge of the kitchen counter, his knuckles turning white. Marcus wasn't being as rough as his...No this was worse, his Uncle was allowing this man to hurt him and he didn't even care. Harry whimpered and nearly cried out until a bright light flung Marcus back against the refrigerator. Marcus hit with such a sickening thud that Harry was afraid he was dead. Harry looked around for where the light had come from and then slumped to the floor. Had it come from him? Had his magic acted out in self defense? Harry didn't know but he could hear Vernon struggling to stand up from his chair as Robert was coming in from the living room.
"BOY!" Vernon yelled and Harry stood walking over to Marcus, he felt his pulse and looked up as Robert walked into the kitchen. Robert's eyes were concerned and looked from Harry to Marcus.
"What...what happened?" Robert asked, leaning down next to Marcus and looking him over. "Harry..."
"...He...he..." Harry stammered and stood up just as Vernon stumbled into the kitchen, his bloodshot eyes looking from Harry to Marcus to Robert and back again. "...He tried to touch me..."
"You're lying boy...filthy lies..." Vernon spat out grabbing Harry's arm and twisting it, leading him from the kitchen towards the cupboard. "You and your filthy lies end today boy..."
"Vernon...wait...maybe we should hear him out..."Robert said and followed Vernon, who turned on him and growled menacingly.
"No...this boy is a habitual liar. Lies about everything. He even had the audacity to tell my wife that I was touching him. ME touching him...how disgusting. I have a beautiful wife that I enjoy..."Vernon said, very calmly, which surprised Harry since he was so drunk. Vernon pushed Harry inside the cupboard and slammed the door, pushing the lock into place. "I am so sorry Robert...I do hope Marcus is okay...that boy can be so violent."
Harry could hear Vernon talking to Robert as they went back to the kitchen. He scooted all the way back to the back of the cupboard and wrapped his arms around his legs. It felt even smaller than he remembered it. Harry could hear Vernon and Robert pulling Marcus to the living room and onto a couch. Marcus was mumbling and coming to as Vernon gave him an icepack from the freezer. Vernon had carried the drink to the kitchen and offered Marcus his as he finally was coherent enough to speak.
"Feels like I got hit with a rock..." Marcus said, touching the bump on his head tentatively and wincing as he felt it twinge.
"Or a fridge..." Robert said sarcastically...and took a swig of the drink he had been offered. "What happened Marcus...one moment you were going to see about the drinks and the next we hear a loud thud..."
"Ah...I remember now...I went to help Harry and I guess I must have startled him by coming from behind him..." Marcus lied and took a large mouthful of his drink which caused him to choke a little and sputter before finally settling down. "Now Vernon it's getting late didn't you say you had some papers for me and some folders to give to the big boss?"
"Ah yes...those papers. Robert would you mind if we finished up tomorrow...I need to look out some papers anyway..." Vernon lied and smiled as pleasantly as he could. He was sure if Robert stuck around, Harry would say something stupid and cause Vernon more of a headache than necessary. "I will bring the papers over to your office tomorrow for you to look over."
"I guess so..." Robert said and set his drink down on the coffee table. "Could I use your bathroom first?"
"Of course my man...it's in the hall to the left." Vernon said and waved his hand towards the hallway where the cupboard was.
Robert nodded and took his jacket with him. He walked into the hall and peered back into the living room where Marcus and Vernon were talking. They weren't even paying attention to him as he left. Robert knelt down next to the cupboard and tapped on it slightly. This tapping cause Harry to jump afraid that his Uncle had finally come for him.
"Harry...are you okay?" Robert asked softly, peering into the vent. "I know that it wasn't what Marcus said...I am going to tell the police what happened..."
"No don't...Vernon will just deny it and so will Marcus. You will only get in trouble for trying to help me." Harry said softly and crawled towards the front of the cupboard so he could peer out of the vent. "Please...just forget about me..."
"Harry...I..." Robert said and stood turning as he heard Vernon and Marcus walking into the hall. "Ah...I was just about to come let you know I am leaving."
"You forgot your briefcase Robert..." Marcus said and handed it to the man, his eyes flickering to the cupboard. "Don't want to leave here without your important documents...the boss might find a reason to demote you..."
Robert grinned cringingly, he knew that Marcus was upper management and could severely ruin his work reputation should he chose to. Robert laughed off Marcus's remark with a comment about how forgetful he was sometimes and turned towards the front door. With one small glance towards the cupboard he left and drove home to his apartment. Guilt ridden over the poor boy in the cupboard.
About fifteen minutes after Robert had left, Vernon pulled Harry from the cupboard and into the bedroom that Vernon has so graciously cleared out for him. Harry fell onto the bed and looked up into the dim light at Marcus and Vernon. Vernon looked over to Harry and then back to Marcus he was unbuttoning his white button down dress shirt. Harry scooted back against the bed headboard and searched for something to hit with. Marcus only smirked and jerked Harry back to the edge of the bed where he threaded his fingers into Harry's hair and pulled back sharply.
"You have an hour Marcus before Petunia gets home with Dudders. I don't want Dudders knowing of our little arrangment." Vernon said and before her closed the door he looked to Harry who was cowering on the bed beneath Marcus. "Try not to bruise him so much...Petunia wouldn't like it."
With that said Vernon closed the door and Marcus turned to the little raven haired boy. Marcus was nearly twice Harry's size and weight; if you added that Vernon and Petunia starved the boy nearly to death because of the crazy amount of chores they ordered him to do, Harry looked to only the size of an eleven year old boy. Marcus pulled off Harry's glasses and laid them on the bed side table.
"Now...didn't I tell you to be good to me?" Marcus bit out and slapped Harry so hard he fell on to the bed, cowering and holding his burning cheek. "If you were a good little boy then you would have gotten to see your precious Robert for a longer time tonight..."
Harry could feel the tears pooling in his cheeks as he looked over to Marcus who had his shirt off and laid on the table with Harry's glasses. Harry scooted back on the bed a little, his eyes searching for his wand or any other item he could use against Marcus. He wasn't able to do magic outside Hogwarts or he would end up being called into court again. Through his blurry vision Harry could feel the tension in the air grow thicker as Marcus pulled Harry back down the bed, attempting to tug at his trousers. Harry kicked out at Marcus, kicking him squarely in the groin and causing Marcus to fall back into Hedwig's cage. The cage broke open and Hedwig flew out, the medium sized owl flew directly at Marcus and began scratching and biting at the man.
"AHHH DAMNED BIRD! AHH FUCK MY EYE!" Marcus wailed, blood trailing down his arms as Hedwig clawed and bit at him. "VERNON GET THIS BLOODY BIRD!"
Harry could hear his uncle start to thud up the stairs, stopping every so often to breath. He had to do something quickly. Harry grabbed his wand and flipped over to the window. He muttered Confringo[1] and the window and the surrounding wall was blasted out into the back yard. He grabbed his broom just as Vernon finally managed to unlock the door. Hedwig flew out the window in front of Harry and Harry mounted his broom and flew out into the night sky. He could hear Vernon and Marcus yelling at him, at each other and Marcus cursing at Hedwig for scarring him.
Severus Snape was very surprised when a snowy white owl flew into his home and skidded across his desk nearly falling onto the floor. The bird hopped over to him and held out its leg with a small scrap of paper. The owl looked very much like Hedwig, but Severus had no clue as to why Harry Potter himself would be sending him an owl. Severus gave the owl a treat and pulled the paper gently from it leg. The bird waited patiently as Severus read.
Professor Snape, I...I need your help. Please come meet me at Kings Cross Station. There is a small diner just inside the entrance from the west. I have no one else to turn to... Your student, Harry Potter.
Severus Had to reread the letter twice more before it finally sunk in. He pulled out a piece of parchment and wrote down a quick reply. He tied the message to Hedwig's leg and the bird flew out of the window and into the darkened sky. Severus contemplated flooing Dumbledore but cleared that thought from his mind as he grabbed his cloak and apparated to Platform nine and three quarters. He made his way through the secret entrance back into Kings Cross Station and looked around for the diner in which Harry had described.
Harry waited outside the entrance to Kings Cross Station for Hedwig; when he saw her flying in, he dipped into an alley and let her land on his arm. Hedwig hooted softly as Harry untied the parchment from Hedwig's leg and unrolled it to read.
Potter, stay where you are. I will be there momentarily. Professor Snape.
The messaged was short but it filled Harry with hope as he read it. He folded the messaged and slid it into his pocket. Harry sent Hedwig to Severus's owlery coop that was attached to his house. After Harry sent Hedwig on her way, he quickly walked back down the steps into Kings Cross and through the secret entrance. He walked back into the diner and sat down at a table in the corner where no one would bother him. After about 5 minutes Harry looked up and saw Severus standing in the entrance of the diner. Immediately Harry stood and motioned for Severus to come to that table, a waitress meeting them on the way.
"What can I get for you two?" The waitress asked, pulling a pencil from her hair bun and writing a quick note on the paper.
"Ah...just water please." Harry replied softly and smiled trying to ward off any weird feelings.
"For the both of you?" the waitress asked looking between the men, her eyebrow quirking up as she looked at Severus and his all black outfit.
"Yes...thank you." Severus replied swiftly and turned back to face Harry who had been ringing his hands and making them blood red. The waitress walked away and placed the order. "What was so urgent Potter...that you owled me at my private residence?"
"...I need your help...something's wrong with me." Harry replied softly, looking down at his hands. He was afraid to look into Severus's eyes, knowing that he could use Legilimency and see his memories.
"Potter...if you are seeking attention because your family..." Severus was about to go into a lecture when Harry slammed his fist down onto the table, this silenced the potions master. He had never seen Harry so angry, so afraid...so alone. "Potter..."
"Please...I tried going to Professor Dumbledore, but he said that I was being a brat and that my family are good people. " Harry said sarcastically, he could feel the tears beginning again. "But would good people let their business colleagues rape their fifteen year old nephew?"
Severus took a moment to process what Harry had just confessed, the people around them were staring and Severus cursed their very existence. So Severus stood abruptly and pulled Harry to his side. Harry clung to the warmth of Severus's side as Severus led him out of the diner, enclosing his cloak around him. He orders Harry to close his eyes once they are out into the crowd of Platform nine and three quarters, so that he can apparate them both to Severus's home. Harry complies and closes his eyes; as soon as he does, he feels a tug at his tummy and the feeling of being pushed through a small container. Then as it reached its peak, it stops and Harry opens his eyes slowly.
"Harry, this is my home..." Severus said softly, trying to calm the distraught and disoriented boy. Before Harry could reply he passes out in Severus's arms, which then the potions master picks up the unconscious boy and brings him into his home.
Several hours and extraneous tests later, Severus was sitting as his desk confused and at wits end. After Harry had collapsed, Severus had taken him to a guest room near his office where Severus could run some tests. Of course he had know when he saw the boy that he was malnourished and dehydrated, but what was worse was the other tests. Severus had run several tests on his magical core and his blood pressure and heart rate. Harry's magical core had grown substantially from the last physical that Poppy Pomfrey [Hogwart's mediwitch] had given at Hogwarts. Normally, a witch or wizards core didn't begin to grow any bigger after coming into their powers. If it did, most of the time it was from some temporary potion accident or curse that made their magic go wonky.
Severus became even more concerned when he attempted to test Harry's magical core and it threw him back and out of the room. At the moment Severus could not enter the room without being thrown back out or apparated to another room. The last attempt sent him three houses down in their pool. After that he had stopped trying, Harry was still sleeping and Severus would have to wait until he woke up. The dark lord had been summoning him all day, his mark burned something awful. Severus decided a quick trip to see the dark lord and then he would come back and check on Harry. He scribbled a note on a piece of parchment and managed to lay it on the bed side table in the guest room where Harry was staying. Hoping that he would see it when he awoke.
Severus apparated just outside of Malfoy Manor, where the dark lord currently resided. He strode through the blood wards and protection wards that surrounded the Manor and straight into the foyer where Lucius was standing waiting for him. Severus gave a curt nod to him as he passed and walked straight into the main room where Voldemort was sitting on what seemed to be a throne. Next to him were a few death eaters who had been crucioed, still writhing in pain.
"Ah...Severusss...So nice of you to finally join my little party..." Voldemort hissed and turned his head as Lucius came up beside Severus and bowed. "And Lucius...What do you two have to report..."
"My lord there have been no new reports of when they are to move the Potter boy...He is safely tucked away somewhere..." Lucius reported and glanced over to Severus who hadn't flinched one bit at the dark lords glare.
"And you Severus?" the dark lord asked slowly, standing and walking over to the table which held a pitcher of water and some glasses. "Have you anything to report about that old fool Dumbledore's plans?"
"Unfortunately...Dumbledore has been away, his where bouts unknown to many of the Order members. I have however received confirmation that the boy will be moved in the next week." Severus replied flatly, trying to build up the walls in his mind. "I will try to get a meeting with Dumbledore to talk about the boy."
"Of course Severus...you do that. Oh...and Severus..." the dark lord casually said with a slight sarcastic grin plastered on his face. "Next time that I call, please be more prompt...Someone would think you're up to something..."
With that Voldemort dismissed both his followers and went back to torturing the few followers on the floor. Severus whirled around and walked swiftly out of the room and back into the foyer where Lucius stopped him at the door. Lucius motioned for Severus to follow him outside to the wards. As they got to the wards Lucius turned towards Severus and sighed deeply.
"How bad has it gotten?" Severus asked plainly and looked at his friend. He had been worried that Lucius and his family would have been majorly effected by the dark lords tirades.
"Draco has only seen part of it, but lately it seems that the dark lord has been becoming even more unhinged. It's like he doesn't even have a soul." Lucius stated plainly, ever since Narcissa had died things had become even worse. Draco was away from the manor more often, staying at a different friends house to avoid the dark lord. Lucius couldn't blame him, if Lucius had the choice he would have left long ago.
"Just a little longer Lucius. Harry isn't ready yet..." Severus said tiredly and walked out of the wards and apparated right to his home. He stood in the middle of the foyer rubbing the temples of his head until he heard a loud scream.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Severus was shook out of his stupor as he rushed to the guest room where Harry floated a foot off the bed surrounded by a green light that pulsed. A house elf stood in the corner petrified and confused at what had just happened.
"ELF!" Severus called gruffly and entered the room to stand in front of the elf, he snapped his fingers a few times until the elf came to and shook its head.
"Master Snape! The boy...I went to cover him with the comforter because the fire had died...and he shot up out of the bed and hovered while a green light came out of his body!" The elf said frantically, her little arms waving a million miles per hour. Severus dismissed her with a wave of his hand and turned to Harry who was awake but was encased in the eerie green light that seemed to pulsate every time Harry breathed.
"Harry...Harry you have to stop this..." Severus called, walking around the bed carefully, trying not to disturb the space around Harry.
"Pro...Professor...what's happening?" Harry cried out, his whole body seemed trapped in the light. He could move but only barely.
"I don't..." Severus began but another voice cut his off when he began to take a step towards harry.
"Oh...Harry you're coming into your true powers much too soon!" The soft male voice called.
Severus turned to face the intruder, ready to pull his wand when he stopped dead in his tracks. The man...no teenage boy standing in the doorway of the guest room was a near copy of Harry except for a few small exceptions. The boys amethyst eyes flickered between Harry and Severus.
"I can help..." The boy said and took a step towards them. This caused Severus to pull his wand and point it directly at the boy.
"No...first who are you?" Severus asked, not turning back when Harry protested that he was being unreasonable.
"I am...Kieron." The boy said and smiled slightly with a shrug of his shoulders.
"But...your dead..." Harry said softly and watched him a little suspiciously.
A/N: PHEW okay first I am so sorry this took so long! I was worried about how this story was going to go about so I planned out the chapters the best I could. And I was sick and had school...which kept me pretty busy.
[1] Confringo: blasting spell. I looked this up on If it's not right I apologize.
But..how did I do? Was the chapter suspenseful enough for you? READ AND REVIEW PLEASE! reviews help motivate me. I am going to try and get another chapter out this next coming weekend... but I might be in a Thanksgiving stupor~ all that food! OH Happy Thanksgiving!
-Yoshi-
