Title: A Day in the Life

Author: Tiffany

Rating: Hard R/light NC-17 (Maybe?)

Pairing: HP/SS

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Archive: Part of the From Dusk till Dawn Severus Snape/Harry Potter Fuh-Q-Fest at 30. Snape belongs to Harry. (Note, 'belongs', not 'is bought by'.) (Anonymous) 1, 000 words.

He woke up at 5:30 a.m. on the cold dungeon floor, curled up in a ball around his thin, worn pillow, covered only by a torn sheet. After taking one inaudible breath, he painfully but quietly stretched his aching muscles, joints, and bones, but he didn't pop them, as he longed to.

The lanky, emaciated man pulled himself painfully to his knees and quietly crawled past the bed, where a youthful and warmly dressed man, illuminated by the light shining through the doorway, slept deeply, encased by thick velvet blankets.

The broken man didn't even pause or glance wistfully at the comfortable and warm bed; instead, he crawled quickly and silently as he could from the bedroom, shuddering softly when the sleeping man tossed lightly in his sleep.

After making sure the sleeper didn't wake up, the kneeling man quietly crawled into the kitchen, where he made a cup of hot coffee, lacing it heavily with Firewhiskey. The man carefully placed the cup on a tray, which he carefully placed on a low table. He then, with excruciating slowness, forced his weary body to kneel down on the floor, silently managing to place the tray on his back, miraculously not spilling a drop.

The man reached the doorway of the room and stared for seconds into the dark room before, with a barely audible whimper, forcing himself to the bedside of the sleeping man. The crouched man moved near the man lazily dozing on the bed, who then opened his bright, emerald eyes and smiled a happy smile. His teeth glistened as he pronounced the charm, "Lumos," beaming an intense light into the sensitive eyes of the man on the floor.

"Ah, right on time, my dear Pet, Snivellus."

The man on the ground, formally known as Severus Snape, Professor of Potions at Hogwarts, terror of students and adults alike, quivered at the sound of his Master's terrifyingly gentle voice.

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Harry Potter, Savior of the Wizarding World, woke up to his favorite scents: the smell of coffee, sweetened with Firewhiskey, and the intoxicating smell of sweat, caused by intense fear. He opened his eyes lazily and saw his favorite sight: his bond servant, Snivellus, kneeling beside his bed, crouched as small as his lanky figure would allow.

'Now,' Harry thought, 'what do I want this morning?' First, he reached down, slowly picked up his coffee, twirled his fingers daintily through the scalding liquid, and then licked the hot digits, slowly and sensually. After taking several sips of his drink, he laid the cup down on the bedside table, took the tray off the back of the terrified slave on his floor, and lightly patted the spot beside him.

"Come, on Pet," he said, seductively. When the beaten man didn't get up quickly enough, Harry's smile fell from his face, and he brutally jerked the man up by his hair.

"Didn't you hear me, Snape?" Harry snapped angrily. At the sound of his former name, Snivellus, bond servant and slave, began to shake in terror.

"Sorry, Master, sorry." He begged brokenly for forgiveness, his eyes desperately avoiding the grasping eyes of his Master, missing the pleasure in Harry Potter's face as he heard his once feared teacher, begging him for mercy.

"Mercy," he sneered, "is for the weak. You taught me that."

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Snape was sitting on a chair in the Potions laboratory. He couldn't move; his body had been frozen by Harry's Immobulus spell. He could, however, still feel the painful burn from his store of potions that were slowly being poured on different parts of his body. He couldn't scream in pain, his mind couldn't escape from the horror of his situation, because when Potter felt he was slipping away, he would immediately cast the Legilimens spell and start rifling painfully through his most horrifying memories.

Time and again, he would hear the screams of the people he killed as he proved his loyalty to Voldemort; but worse, millions time worse, where the times Potter delved into the memories of his beloved Regulus, forcing him to see the Dark Lord torture and kill him over and over.

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The Potions laboratory was Potter's favorite place to punish him. He loved the irony of Snape's beloved Potions becoming his worst nightmare.

His favorite potion was the Skelegrow. He would charm away Snape's bones. First, his leg bones - the sight of the dangling limbs made him laugh with delight. Eventually, he would work his way to Snape's most treasured asset: his hands. He would slowly remove his finger bones, watching the hands become deformed. Sometimes, he would leave him there for days before slowly and painfully restoring the bones with a half-dose of the potion.

After playing with his toy, Harry always grew painfully aroused. The screams and look of pain in the man's eyes always made him impatient, and he would quickly release Snape from the spells he had him under before throwing him over the desk in the center of the room, and brutally slamming his hard prick again and again into the painfully swollen anus that, even after years of weekly abuse, couldn't fully accept the engorged penis of the most renowned hero of the Wizarding World.

Sometimes, when Harry had a particularly frustrating day, he transformed himself into his Animagus form, a boa constrictor, and tortured his pet by winding himself around the man, choking him with his huge coils, all the while forcing the wide engorged tail into the wizard.

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Today, Harry had to keep his visit short. He smiled down at the man, who was torturously debauched.

"Mmm....you look delicious. I wish I could play with you more today, but duty calls." He smiled sweetly as he locked his prisoner down into the cage formerly inhabited by Remus Lupin. Harry whistled as he left the dungeons of Riddle House and Apparated to his family's home in Surrey to spend time with his beloved wife, Ginny, and their two children, Sirius and James.