Ok PheonixOfFlame here, since my account was deactivated I have been itching to write a new slightly evil story were I can torture some special characters (evil laugh, followed by coughing) well anyway, this will have some fluff like my last story, which is currently being devowered by Harry and Dray so that no one else can see it, seems Harry didn't appreciate all the 'stress'. Anyway this is a Harry is a Malfoy story, and Severus is (author ponders) well read and find out.

Anyway rated HARD R FOR TORTURE, ABUSE, MENTIONED AND ATTEMPTED RAPE AND LANGUAGE!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Oh and if this at any point passes into NC-17 area please tell me as I don't want to lose this account too.

Standard disclaimer: Don't own yada yada yada, belongs to JK Rowling yada yada yada not making any money, unfortunatly (shighs than pouts) Ah well on with the story.

Chapter 1: Of Potions and Dark Marks

Severus Snape, resident potions master, genius and all round great guy was currently deep in concentration, trying yet again to invent a potion to get rid of that horrid brand called the dark mark. Only this time he had it. He just needed to add a few more ingredients.

Everyone knew what the dark mark looked like, the skull with the snake protruding from its mouth. What no one save the death eaters and the Dark Lord himself knew, was that the dark mark severed a bigger purpose than just marking the Dark Lords followers. It also fed him their life energies and magic, giving him a never-ending supply. Another little known fact was that the Dark Lord could also kill his followers through the mark, and feed off of their pain. It promised to be the most painful death one could suffer. Fortunately for most it was also the most avoided method. However, it was used on traitors, spies, those close to the Dark Lord and those that were more powerful than the above average wizard. If he couldn't find you to torture you personally that was.

Unfortunately, Severus was all of those things. He was a spy and therefore a traitor, he was powerful, and loath as he was to admit, had been the Dark Lords favorite sex toy since he had been forced to join during Christmas of his seventh year. Nice present that was. He had always loathed his father, but that Christmas, after he had forced him to join, the loathing had turned to pure unadulterated hatred.

He hated being forced into the dark lords bed after every death eater meeting. And if the worse thing about the situation was that he was repeatedly raped in the most painful of manners it was only made worse by the penalty for anyone else who dared touch him in any way: Prolonged torture followed by death, followed by a reminder from the dark lord over who he "belonged" to. And people wondered why he was always such a bastard all the time. You would be a bastard too if you lived a life devoid of love and touch. Sure the dark lord touched him, but not in anyway he wanted. The person he really wanted to touch, and kiss, and cuddle, and hold, and ravish, and a million other things he could think of was Harry Potter, the boy who lived. He didn't know when he stopped seeing James, and began to see Harry, but he was glad for it. He figured it was around Harry's sixth year when he had grown his hair out and gotten his eyes fixed. Yes he had a crush on Harry Potter, and though he would never admit it to anyone, he could still fantasize.

Which brings us back to the reason Severus Snape was staring at a simmering cauldron at three o'clock in the morning. Albus Dumbledor, manipulating bastard and headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, had deemed it time to inform him that his position as spy had been compromised just the day before. Fortunately for him his emerald eyed, raven-haired beauty, had sent him a letter almost two weeks ago informing him of the Dark Lords knowledge and plan.

Finally the potion turned the desired shade of blue, and Severus added the diced foxglove root, which would stabilize the potion. When it turned indigo, he added some mint leaves for flavor. Before he could cast a cooling charm, the potion exploded. He jumped back and fell falling unconscious when he hit his head on the shelf behind him. However, he was drenched from head to foot in the slimy mixture, as was his stool and bench. His last thoughts were please let it have worked, and I hope Harry doesn't suffer if it didn't.

The explosion sounded an alarm in the Headmasters office. Not ten minuets later Albus Dumbledor had made his way through the ruble to where Severus should have been. All he found was an upturned cauldron, some glass shards and a leaf and twig. Severus was gone, and Albus was furious. He was Severus Snape's legal guardian, in charge of his well being and care. Basically Severus was still viewed as a minor in the eyes of the ministry, with all the implications. Any magic he performed outside of Hogwarts would be viewed as underage, and Severus would be charged. Which is why Albus was repeatedly blocking the charm placed on his wand. Unfortunately, the block had to be renewed as it wore off after time, and it was due to be recast that night. Severus was not supposed to leave the castle without the headmaster's permission, especially during the summer when he was not allowed to leave unattended. The underage status was the ministries punishment for Severus. Had Albus not vouched for him after he was arrested for being a death eater, he would still be in Azkaban. What Albus had never told Severus was that the underage status had been his idea. He had also never told him that his real appearance was that of sixteen- seventeen year old. Severus, because he was half elf, would age much more slowly than the average wizard. Because of this, after his fifteenth birthday, when he started to age very slowly (AN: Think 1 year for every 20 years of life until he looks 20, than it stops altogether) his mother (AN: full Elf, though unknown as one), and later Albus after she was killed, had been using a special glamorie potion, which would make him appear to age naturally. It was the one thing that needed to be renewed, that evening, before Severus figured it out. So needless to say Albus Dumbledor was royally fucked if he didn't find Severus Snape, and soon.

Severus: Well um that was unexpected...

Harry: You like me? He likes me!

Draco: OK everyone that was unexpected... review if you want, the green fariy likes feed back and Sev likes to laugh at flames... Just remember that this is our first fic and the author is slightly of her roc...

Green Fariy: Draco Malfoy, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING? Are you trying to scare away all the vic, er I mean readers?

Draco: No actually, I was asking them to review, but I think you just scared the last one off.

Green Fariy:(looks into distance and sees reviewers running) Come back please, I need to mess with your minds! (takes of after reviewers)

Harry: You realy like me!

Severus: Shit! (takes of running)

Harry: (follows)

Draco: (shighs) Anyway, please review.