What had he been thinking?

How could he have let Dumblefore's murderer screw him up the ass?

Harry sighed as he curled up into a tighter ball on his dog bed. A sliver of moonlight shone through a slight gap in the curtains.

How did he become reduced to this?

Being told what to eat, when to eat it and when to go to sleep. Harry gritted his teeth as Snape's faint snores droned through the still night air. A groan escaped the younger wizards lips as resentment seeded within him.

Why was Snape allowed to sleep in his comfortable bed while he was reduced to sleeping on a dog bed?

The floor creaked under him as he turned over for what felt like the hundredth time. His back ached but he wasn't sure if it was from his bed or from what had happened earlier in the night. Harry sighed as he closed his eyes, half praying that sleep would come for him, half praying it wouldn't. If for no other reason than to savour what time alone he was allowed. A churn in his stomach made him dread the morning light.

*~.~*

Harry awoke, an assault of sunlight forced his eyes open. He peered around the room, for a moment wondering where exactly he was before a sinking feeling consumed his heart.

It hadn't been a dream, or rather a nightmare.

He was in Snape's house.

He sat up, only realising in that moment that the curtains were now wide open and he was still naked.

"What's wrong Potter?" Snape's voice violated his ear, making the younger wizard suddenly aware of the man's presence.

Harry crouched down lower as though doing so would hide his naked body from the outside world.

"Ashamed perhaps?"

Harry didn't answer, there was no need to.

"Well you had best get used to it." Snape smirked as he stepped around Harry before yanking the curtain open further still.

No.

Harry grimaced as his eyes darted out the window, he could make out shapes hovering in the next house over, their fingers pointing in what appeared to be his direction. But without his glasses, it was impossible to be sure. He slid off his bed as low as he could before taking refuge under Snape's bed.

"Now now Potter," the older wizard began as he gazed down at the nude boy under his bed, a smile of what appeared to be delight etching at the corner of his lips.

Harry felt his body begin to shake, though he couldn't tell if it were from fear or rage, or perhaps both.

He didn't have any time to work it out as a huge grumble escaped his stomach. Harry winced, it seemed as though it were going on forever, despite his vain attempts to suppress it.

"What's wrong Mr Potter? Were your dog biscuits not very satisfying?"

Damn it.

Snape had heard it.

But of course he had, he was surprised the neighbours pointing at him next door hadn't heard it.

Harry remained silent but it took all of his will power and more to achieve this.

Obviously his bowl of dog was never going to be satisfying.

"Perhaps then you would prefer something else?"

Harry gazed up at the older wizard as though trying to determine if his words were in fact a trick question.

"Perhaps something a bit more nutritious?" Snape drawled, his eyebrow raised as though begging Harry to ask what.

Though, the younger wizard refused to oblige, keeping his back teeth firmly entrenched in his tongue.

"Come Mr Potter." Snape commanded.

"Or will I have to use this?" Snape held his arm out, allowing the leash that Harry was all too familiar with to dangle from his fingers.

The younger wizard gasped, though he wanted to kick himself for doing so as he sat up.

"Good."Snape smirked before stepping towards the doorway and descending down the stairs.

Harry followed, not daring to walk on anything other than his knees for fear of being 'put outside' as it were.

The young wizard followed Snape into the kitchen before sitting as though he really were an obedient dog at the spot where he last ate.

"Let's see… Hmm..." Snape stated aloud as he pulled the fridge door open before scanning it's shelves with his eyes.

Harry waited patiently as he felt another hungry growl escape his stomach.

"Perhaps this." Snape finally appeared to have settled upon something before turning around to face the obedient wizard on his knees.

Snape whisked the item from behind his back before dangling it in front of Harry.

Was that a cucumber?

For breakfast?

"Crouch." Snape commanded, to which Harry obeyed with great reluctance.

"Do it again Potter. This time with more enthusiasm."

Harry grimaced before sitting up only to return once more to his crouching position.

"Better," Snape drawled as he took several steps towards Harry before completely bypassing his bowl.

Harry glanced up, not bothering to disguise the confusion within his eyes.

"However, you still have progress to make."

"Perhaps this will help you to learn." A smirk verging on sadistic made its home on Snape's lips as he knelt down behind Harry.

"Stay as you are." Snape commanded as the younger wizard made to move.

Harry felt his heart pound in his chest, what was Snape planning to do to him now?

He didn't have to wait long to find out as something cold and hard pressed against his anal opening.

"Eat up." Snape stated as he shoved the cucumber into Harry's body, causing him to flinch and grind his teeth to suppress his groans.

This wasn't exactly what he had in mind, but he should have known better. Of course Snape would do something like this.

Harry winced as he felt the cold object being driven further and further into his body.

"I have to prepare you Mr Potter, you will have a little chore to do later on this evening."

Great.

Now Harry would spend all day pondering and dreading what this 'chore' would possibly be.

Yet, just as he began to wonder, the cucumber was withdrawn from his body. With a flick of Snape's wand, the cucumber was sliced and fell into Harry's bowl.

"Eat up."

Harry felt Snape's eyes upon him, beckoning him to do as he was told. He leaned over his bowl before collecting a piece of sliced cucumber between his teeth.

"Make sure you eat all of it."

Harry grimaced, wondering if it was safe to consume something that had just been shoved up his ass.