AN: I dedicate this chapter to Yuuki Miyahara and Amanda Saitou. Sorry this chapter isn't called 'Taken' but I promise I'll give a chapter later on that name.
Shattered--
Severus Snape POV--
Severus Snape had a Harry Potter on his floor.
The boy had been stupid enough to fall face first onto the ground and didn't even have the decency to mutter an expletive or even say 'Ouch!' much to my chagrin. There was the sound of breaking glass as Harry settled onto the stone beneath him and I realized it was the sound of his glasses shattering.
Since I knew I didn't need meddlesome Dumbledore bothering me I decided to 'fix' Potter. So I rolled him over onto the carpet, with my foot. The carpet was actually a Basilisk rug made from the scales of the Basilisk that Potter had slain in his second year. The boy had to be useful for something after all even if it was just potion ingredients and household décor, although he did make quite a nice foot warmer.
As I looked the boy over for injuries I noticed that he had broken his nose and had pieces of glass imbedded in his face. I felt slightly… not concerned but irritated. Now it was my responsibility to brew Potter some healing potions, a job I did not relish. As I walked to my ingredients cabinet I couldn't help thinking that I felt like Potter's personal manservant.
TBC. Next Week. Harry will finally wake up, I think.