Snape's POV
"Sit." I commanded. I was angry with him, but I knew how to keep my cool. If My Lord and my time as a teacher has taught me nothing else, I can keep a level head and block my emotions.
"Professor Snape, what a lovely - um - surprise. I..." Harry started to say.
"Silence, Potter. I will be doing the talking first, and then you will have a chance." Harry immediately got quiet, and bowed his head slightly, looking at the ground. Perhaps this boy is a submissive. "I'm not sure what you think you were doing in my kitchen, and if it was to look for alcohol, you certainly won't find it here, as I do not partake in that particular habit. You are in my home, which I hope you have figured out by now. I have your wand stored securely away, and you will get it back when I feel you are safe to use it. Now, I would like for you to tell me everything you remember that led you up to this point, and I will fill in the gaps. I know you do not remember everything, simply by the fact that you chose to rummage through my cabinets. If you had known this was my home, I would bet that you would have stayed in that bed until I came to see you. Now, explain."
Harry recounted his arrival back in London, his issues with his aunt and uncle, drinking, bewitching the car, and then stopped.
"Well, the car you stole parked itself in my neighbor's living room. You were flung from the car and somehow made it to my front lawn where you passed out. I put you in the guest bedroom, where you vomited all over yourself and my floor. I helped give you a bath and put you to bed in clean clothing. I also gave you a potion that would keep you hydrated, which seems to have worked pretty well, but I assume you have a headache. Aside from what you have just told me, do you have anything to say for yourself?"
"I'm sorry I put you through so much trouble. Honestly, I'm completely sober now. I'll have my wand back now, and just leave you in peace. I need to go fix my uncle's car and return it before he calls the police, if he hasn't already." Harry said quickly and with no hint of a sincere apology. He appeared to be somewhat sorry for the inconvenience, but did not grasp the severity of the situation. If he was my submissive, I would bend him over my knee, redden his backside so thoroughly it would ache for hours, then send him to the corner to contemplate, and then punish him properly with my belt when he was truly sorry. If this is how he is going to be, I might have to call the ministry for the sheer fact that he is a danger to himself and others.
"Harry James Potter. You are not getting your wand. You are not leaving. You will be staying here to repay your debt. I have already fixed and returned your uncle's car while you were asleep, and he is none the wiser to the fact that you stole it. You will..."
"You can't tell me what to do. I'm a fucking adult, and you are not my father. Bugger off and give me my wand!" Harry stood up and the submissive shame I saw moments ago vanished.
I took a deep breath, looked placidly at him and answered. "If that is your choice, then I have no other choice but to call the ministry and inform them of your recent escapades. Aside from the blatant disrespect for the statute of secrecy, you bewitched a muggle artifact, and cause considerable emotional damage to a muggle woman and her home. I'm no expert in wizarding sentencing, but I can almost guarantee you that this stunt will be punished with a few months in Azkaban if not longer, as well as probation. Also, you can kiss any chance of becoming an auror goodbye. It is your choice. But perhaps, when you are released, you can find some quidditch team who is willing to ignore your past and let you play. It's probably the only decent paying job you'll be able to get." I turned around and headed to my study to write the letter to the ministry.
As if on queue, Harry ran up behind me and fell to his knees. "Please professor, I will do as you say. All I've ever wanted was to be an auror, and I don't want my stressed stupidity to be the reason I cannot. Please Sir, I am at your mercy." A quiet sob left his lips as he knelt, the submissive side of him back in play.
I placed a hand on his head, and said gently "Harry, I have not decided how to best help you, but I ask that you trust me to figure out a way. For now, I would like you to stay with me here, so I can keep an eye on you. Please go back up to your room. I would like you to think about all we have discussed and perhaps come up with an idea of how I can help you through this. I need to know you better and learn all there is to know about you. It's only been a few years, my dear boy, but you have changed immensely in that time. Go now, I will call you for dinner."
He stood and made his way to the staircase. "Oh and Harry, please call me Severus." Harry's cheeks turned a dark shade of red, and he ran up the stairs.
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