I am aware that my grammar is terrible, but that is because I am deaf and it affects the way I write. You do not have to tell me that since I have heard it numerous of times. If you would like this to be improve, you can be my beta or suggest someone that is willing to work with me. I have no problem with that and have worked with betas previously in a few stories. I am patience and will want to post the story up within a week or two.

Warnings: Cuss, sensitive, violence, and slashes {If there is more that I must need to warn you all, I will add it to the chapter as I go along}

I do not own HP, JK Rowling owns HP.

Enjoy~

A letter that can surprise one another is certainly different. Especially to the boy-who-lived and now, riding on the train to Hogwarts. The express was rather…empty. No one but the trolley cart woman. When he received the letter yesterday, he pondered why so early to return.

Harry was rather shock to find it from the headmaster alone and able to convince the Dursleys to drop him off. Once they did, Albus has given Harry their share of the money to allow dropping Harry off before they could receive it. Uncle Vernon was willing and counted it up to two thousand pounds of money. Dudley was rather surprised to that much and gasped at him. His Aunt Petunia shook her head, but eyed on the money the entire time.

At least, he could rest on the train, dealing with his homework early on, and light reading. Yet, the letter did not explain much of why he had to come back to school already. Unfortunately, he knew the headmaster would keep his promise until everything sorted…the strangest part was, why request him to pack literally everything? He barely owns much other than what he had for himself and the money in the Gringotts' company.

Once he glanced up at the window, he saw the school and prepared to be ready. At least, he wouldn't have to worry much about others on his behalf or anything else. Well, aside from becoming a savior and stop Voldemort for once and for all. The thought of his godfather being gone has taken toll on him quite a lot.

Once he was done, he helped himself off the train and walked himself over to the gate without any difficulty. He saw the obvious ride, recalling the ways as usual, and sighed.

The way to the castle wasn't much to go by with time, but it brought the nervousness out of him. He did not understand why he was here at all. Was the blood ward was becoming unsafe? Was there a crack in the ward?

By the time he had finally arrived to headmaster's office, the gargoyle allowed him through without a password this time. Harry went up the stairs with his things and knocked upon the wooden door.

"Come in, Harry," The familiar voice eased him, knowing there was nothing to worry about.

Harry poked his head through and dragged his things-

His body froze and stared at another person within the room. The black robe justified who was in the office and Albus smiled at the chosen. He gestured an available seat next to the other man.

"Uh, sir, did I fail potion course?" His brows furrowed.

The headmaster shook, "No, my dear boy. Professor Snape is here for a reason and you are far from trouble. This concern both of you, but of it is rather simple. Have a seat and leave your things right there."

Harry gaped, yet, closed his mouth. He left things on from where he stood and walked over to the offered seat. He eyed on his Potion Master Professor, uncertain why they were needed. His emerald eyes settled onto the headmaster and mentally held his breath to remain calm.

"As you can, Harry, you are turning seventeen tomorrow. With the age of an adult, that gives you legal rights to several things. Especially the wills from your parents and godfather," Albus folded his hands, "I found that saving you the trouble to the last minute, once you return to school and leave you multiple confusions for everything." He hummed softly.

The Gryffindor nodded slowly, "Okay, but I don't understand where this has to do with both of us."

Albus smiled slightly, "As you can see, you have many properties and responsibilities to oblige. You earn the 12 Grimmauld place, the Potter Mansion and Manor, Potter courtship house, Kreacher the house elf, and your father's slave," His blue eyes trailed over to the man.

Everything sounded like what he had heard until the last part. Harry glanced up immediately at the headmaster and saw where he was looking.

"No…"

A soft grunting, which had led to whimpering. The chosen one turned and saw the holding the pain with his arms wrapped around his abdomen area. His onyx eyes have not dared to look at him.

Albus coughed to gain the young man's attention, "If you deny having the property of Severus as a slave, this will lead him to his death. I suggest accepting him as your slave might ease and prevent that kind of scenery."

Harry stammered and looked at the professor, "Um, okay. I just don't want him to die. I-I, er, am shocked. I'll take him, but now what?"

In the corner of his eyes, Severus gasped for air and no longer suffering in pain. There was one thing that the Gryffindor refused to allow and that was death. He could not be guilty in something he could have prevented.

Albus nodded, "Good. Severus has grown up with your father, mostly as slave to him, and your father decided to pass him down to you when you are of the age. I was able to look after him and under my wings until you are of the age." He smiled, "Your father has his own version of what a slave is, however, you might have a different perspective on how you want your slave to be. I must say…I do not want power abuse, Harry, your father took well care for him and did everything in his power to not let this master and slave dictated their lives."

Harry nodded, "So, my dad wishes me to have him and along with other things. I'll look into the mansion, manor, and courtship later. Kreacher, could he work here? I don't think having him at Grimmauld alone would be wise for now."

The eldest agreed, "Of course, all can be arrange."

Harry looked at…the professor, "I don't know what to do with…er, Snape."

Severus was not uttering a single word. The headmaster understood the circumstances and focused his attention the young man.

"If I could, Harry, a suggestion that he can still continue teaching here, with given permission."

Harry opened his mouth, but waited a second and turned to the man, "Do you wish to continue teaching, sir?"

Severus nodded, not daring to greet his young master's eyes, and remained quiet. This began to concern the chosen and nearly made him squirm in his seat.

"Why isn't he saying anything?"

Albus sighed, "He cannot speak without your permission, Harry. I am no longer his guardian since it is being transferred to you. As you can see, you are to give him permission to everything. I sent the letter to tell you to pack everything and come here. For that reason, I felt the rest of the summer can give both of you an opportunity to adjust this master and slave roles. You will no longer live in the Gryffindor tower and now in his dungeon."

Harry frowned, "Why do I live with him now?"

"To ease the separations between both of you. If you were apart for more than half a day, he would suffer severely of it due to the bond between both of you. He isn't bonded to me due to the will, but a substitute was enough to allow him this type."

Now, it began to make sense to the young man and he turned to the man, who happened to be someone he 'owns' now. The thought of having a slave was unusual for him and knowing his life won't be normal as he wished it to be.

"That's fine, I suppose." His eyes still glued onto the man, "How do I give permission?"

"By saying you give permission or allowing for the specific you are giving." The headmaster was relieved to see this turning out well.

"I give you permission to speak freely, sir," Harry announced.

Severus nodded, "Thank you, master."

"You're welcome, but why aren't you looking at me?"

The potion master shook his head, "I cannot without your permission, master."

The chosen felt awkward about being ignorant to this matter, "Oh, right…um, you are allowed to look at me."

Severus took it in comfort and greeted his young master's eyes, "Again, I thank you, master. I will partake in our roles well, master."

"Er, I'm going to give you permission to call me Harry, Potter, or Mr. Potter. I just don't want to hear master."

Severus nodded and Albus was pleased to see this was working out well. Harry, however, was not exactly comfortable to the idea of having his professor as his slave. He just didn't want the man to die because…well, he just don't believe it was right.

Albus turned to the young man, "Why don't you let him take you to your new room? You will no longer return to the Dursleys due to this circumstance. Your friends and the Weasely's family are already here and at the Gryffindor Tower. They are quite aware of it since yesterday and mind you, Ms. Granger took a while to settle down about the enslavement part, but she understands the purposes as well as the House Elves. She will be adjusted, if you do not abuse such…power."

Harry agreed immediately and faced his…well, slave. It was strange for him, but he suspected his father left this important person to him.

"Alright…thank you. Come sir, let's head to our…er, stay." Harry felt like an idiot when it comes to something he barely had a clue about or how to handle.

Severus nodded and led the way for his young master. Harry carried his things and followed the man. There was silence among themselves and the chosen was uncertain how to approach this. At least, his friends and family were here, especially to learn how to become a proper master. He did notice the headmaster stating his perspective of the roles, so how did he want this?

Once they arrived to the quarter, Severus announced the password as Harry heard them. The portrait allowed their entrance and they walked through. To emerald eyes' sight, he could see the fireplace giving the place a home welcome in comforts. The place was rather bright and soothing to be a home. He saw four doors and assumed two was for bedrooms, one for a bathroom, and last one to be a possible lab potion room. The colors did not represent either of their houses and revealed to be calming type.

"Do you approve of the setting, Mr. Potter?" His slave spoke strongly, eager for such approval.

The messy hair nodded, "Yeah, it's fine. Um, a small tour of our place would be nice?"

Severus walked over to the left side of the room where the door was, "This is the master's bedroom, my room next to yours, the bathroom next to it," And he walked to each door while showing the place, "And this is the potion lab, if I am allowed to have and keep."

Harry blinked. He now understood why Albus mentioned of given permission and this was rather complicated to him. How he was to work on this was beyond him!

"Yes, you're allowed to have the potion lab and where it is fine. I see no harms in that. I'll just leave my stuff in the bedroom." He walked over to the door of his new bedroom and opened to help himself in.

Once the door swung open, to reveal a king size bed and the enormous space, and he almost leapt out of the bedroom to such sight. A whimper escaped his slave's mouth and suddenly bowed his head to shame.

"I have displeased you, Mr. Potter? Is the room not the desirable type or your interests?" The man did not dare to meet his eyes.

Harry shook his head, "N-no. I mean, this is huge. I am not used to such space or the bed. Forgive me, sir, it is perfectly fine. I was taken surprise by such space and everything." His fingers slipped through his hair, "Merlin, Dudley would demand for this bedroom in a second."

Severus sighed and nodded to hear that he has not failed his master. Harry walked into his room, grasping everything he has…especially the large bed was not something he had in mind.

"Mr. Potter, would you like help to unpack?" His slave asked.

Harry's tensed shoulders and turned his head over to the man. This was far bizarre for him. He was rather lost and sighed to the point that he has no knowledge of how to deal with slave. If anything, he knew this would be his father's will and request to carry on this role. His head shook and set his things inside the bedroom. He came out of the bedroom and closed the door for now.

"I think we'd need to talk, sort things out here because I'm obliviously a dunderhead for the role here." He chuckled nervously.

Severus remained quiet and listened to his master. There wasn't any comments or resort to his say. This was unusual for Harry and he assumed a few things here and there. If anything, his friends and family would have to wait until he sort it out. Which meant, tomorrow he will see them.

"Is this your true side, Severus?" Harry decided.

"No."

Harry bitten lips and glanced at the man, as he walked over to the sofa, "Under the headmaster's care, were you yourself?"

"Yes, master. Do you dislike the personality of mine?"

The guilt gnawed at him, knowing this wasn't the man he was used to be around with, and knowing that he can't deny someone to be themselves. For now, he would work this out and settle it out until then.

"No. I prefer you to be yourself at the most, so I am giving this permission, Severus…or should I call you Snape or Professor Snape?"

The man straightened his back and hid his emotions from his face. This was something Harry recognized immediately and the guilt disappeared immediately.

"Unfortunately, I have no rights to tell you how you should call me, Mr. Potter. After all, you are my master." The sarcastic tone placed Harry at ease.

Now, this was something Harry could approve of and not the weak side. He didn't exactly like the complete slave part, but, at least he was willing to give the man a complete freedom, if he could.

Harry sat down on the sofa, "Alright, I have no idea what to do. Can you tell me about the whole slave thing?"

Severus sighed and crossed his arms, "Masters have to set rules for their slaves. You will know and feel everything that I do, for an example, I break one of your rules. You would punish me for the consequences. However, it depends on the bond would feel and how I should be punishing from mild to severity."

Harry's cheeks struck cold at the sound of it. However, Severus kept continuing without much concern about his saying.

"Mild punishment is often private and non-corporal punishment. As for severity punishment, it would require publically punishment can varied to either non-corporal to corporal punishments, depend your tastes of punishment or the bond's preferences. Slaves must follow the rules or suffer the consequences. If the consequences are not met before the end of the day, the bond would place me under twenty-four hour pain to justify it." Severus has not once shown a single emotion towards the matter.

Harry was rather puzzled by such requests by his own father. He pondered how his mother could stand such lifestyle like this. He was still far too shock to believe this on his own.

"Slaves are responsible to protect their master, cater them, assist them, guide, and defend, unless the master stated it otherwise. Slaves are required to be submissive, so forgive me, if I kneel or bow." He huffed, "Slaves are to accept what it is expected of them, pleased their masters, and more. Slaves cannot deny or reject the demands of their masters and cannot lie, harm, kill, or abuse their masters." Severus finished and waited for his young master to begin.

Harry nodded along and grasped everything he could before he could ever conclude on his own. He noted that the man wasn't sitting and began to realize on his own.

"Oh, I allow you to sit down." He looked at him, "Now, it makes senses. How my father's bullying was to cover up the true purpose of your status?"

The man's brow rose, "Correct." He finally sat down in a chair.

"So, all I need to do is set up rules for you and make sure you follow them." A rhetorical question tone, but his slave did not respond, "I'll think some things over and keep it simple for both of us," He hummed, "Would that be alright?"

"Yes and if you do not mind, Mr. Potter," Severus sighed, "I'd like to cook breakfast. It is one rule your father insisted that I would do for you, once I become your property officially."

Harry's face scrutinized and looked at the man carefully. He knew the last pieces of information explain that Slaves could not do. Unfortunately, there was no way of undoing the rules that his father probably casted the spell on to assure it would happen.

"Alright. I guess I can't break his rule for that. I'll be in my bedroom. Feel free to do what you'd like to do," Harry's hand wave off.

Severus held his chin up, "Am I permitted to brew?"

"Yes, I permit you to brew…as long I'm getting some time to myself tonight." The emerald eyes greeted the onyx eyes.

Severus nodded once and Harry went off to his new bedroom. The setting of the room was difficult to believe himself, but he had to learn to adapt eventually. Let alone to find out he owns Severus Snape and for once, he understood his father's purpose of bullying method. There was a need to protect his slave and felt the same. If Voldemort found out, who would have known the mad man would do?

Harry sat down on the bed, surprised to find it quite comforting, and more relaxing than the bed he had in the Gryffindor tower. At least, he wouldn't have to endure any suffering with the Dursleys for the rest of his life.

"Accio slave book!" Harry held out his hand and caught a book.

At least, he knew some of the advantages the Hogwarts School does, after doing some studying to the school's benefits. He turned the cover and engaged himself into reading in his privacy.

A knut for thoughts?

The next chapter will be out by tomorrow~