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.

No sex in this one.

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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...

Over the next two days I refused to sleep. I knew that when I did fall asleep he would be waiting. Slowly, I started to do worse in classes as two days turned into three.

Draco seemed to notice I wasn't sleeping though. He approached me when we got to the common room after dinner on the third night. I knew this wasn't going to be about my sleep though. He had an air of triumph around him.

"Still jealous?" He asked smirking.

"Jealous? Why would I be jealous?" I shot back while walking to the dorm not wanting to continue this conversation.

"Well you should be." Draco countered grabbing my wrist and forcing me, in front of everyone, to my knees. People began to stare and everyone gathered around us. "Professor Snape just made me his apprentice in potions. What does that make you Harry?"

My chest tightened. I could barely breathe. When did this happen? Why wasn't I informed? Staring at the floor I tried to tune back into what Draco was saying.

"-And that makes you mine also." Draco was claiming me as his?

"I refuse." I continued to stare at the floor, not wanting to meet his eyes. Afraid of the truth I'd see behind them.

"What was that?" His voice was way to calm.

"I said I refuse!" Snapping my eyes up at him, I wrenched my wrist free, stood up, and started out of the common room.

"Where are you going?" Draco screamed after me.

"None of your business!" And I slammed the door to the closed behind me. In my blind rage I ran right into Master.

"Master!" I cried and in a sudden need to be held and comforted over came me. Tears built up in my eyes and I couldn't hold them back. My anger dissipated and sadness overwhelmed me. "Oh master…" Quickly as not to be pushed away I hugged him and sobbed into his chest.

It was too much too soon; the rape that changed everything, the pregnancy that I never wanted, Slavery to the man I love, my best friends pushing me away and then pulling me back as their pet, Voldemort living inside me, and now knowing I'm going to have Voldemort as my baby. It was all too much. All of it was way too soon!

Masters arms wrapped around me and he pulled me close, whispering in my ear words I couldn't understand they were so soft. It was gentle, so… calming. Master then pulled out a potion bottle and asked, not ordered me to open my mouth.

I did and he poured the calming drought in. I swallowed every drop then looked up at him, into his eyes.

"Master…" I said once more before I was overcome with exhaustion and snuggled back into him, falling asleep.

Severus Snape knew as soon as he made Draco his apprentice, that he was going to offset his plan for the young slave Harry Potter. He didn't know that it was going to be this overwhelming for the boy. Potter was so distraught, so easily breakable right now.

Severus then picked the young slave up in a gentle loving embrace. With long strides, Severus made his way back to his rooms to set Harry on his the couch. Stepping back he watched as even in my sleep I seemed distraught.

Overcome by the sadness of what he has done to me, Severus sighed and went to the kitchen. Once there he pulled out the firewhiskey and proceeded to drink from the bottle. Not even bothering with a glass. He needed to forget.

To forget the rise Voldemort plan.

To forget that this boy is Lilly's boy and not just James's.

Most of all though,

He needed to forget his feelings for the slave on the couch.