Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, only this plot line.

Warning: slavery, violence, mental detachment,

Chapter 2

The woods were particularly calm today. Harry sat at the edge of a small pond. Curiously swishing his feet through the water. His master was strangely inactive today. This was the first time he had not been roused from the forest to feed his master. Perhaps he was dead. Perhaps he should look in on the world he had left behind. After a few seconds he pushed that thought aside. He hadn't surfaced in years, but it was likely the world had remained unchanged. With a content sigh he closed his eyes and smiled softly. He was fine here. He was safe here.

Xxxxxx wishing to forget xxxxxxxx

Albus apparated into his office at Hogwarts. Young Harry still trailing listlessly behind him. Lilly and James would be ecstatic to have Harry back in their care. However Albus was not so sure. They had been ready to abandon their youngest as soon as they realized he was not the Boy-Who-Lived. Young Jason had become spoiled and rotten in his brothers absence. When the Potters had realized that Jason was practically a squib they had come crawling to him, begging for his help in finding their son. Him, who had scorned their decision and condemned them for it.

Well. He had found the poor child. But he wasn't so sure that the Potters could care for him. Especially in this state. He had asked the boy to sit, politely and Harry had kneeled at his feet, resting his head against Albus' leg like he was a dog. This will be harder than I anticipated Albus mused. He did not want to pass the child off to too many people, to avoid confusing him. However he saw no other choice. He could not care for the boy alone. Harry would need someone who had experience dealing with slaves. That left only one option. Severus Snape.

Albus quickly crossed over to the floo. Ignoring Harry when he dropped into a low kneel, his head touching the floor and his wings flat against it.

"Severus!" He called, regardless of wether the man was brewing or simply experimenting, Albus needed to speak with the man.

"What Albus." Severus sounded weary. It was obvious something had occurred while he had been away, "I will be up to give you my report in a moment. I was unsure if you had returned or not." Severus quickly stepped through the flames, he was shaking and tired. Voldemort had been throwing curses again, the careless boy.

Severus suddenly stopped dumb. His eyes fixed on Harry, still kneeling prostrate in the middle of the office floor. The beautiful wings drawing his eyes to the submissive child.

"Is that?" He whispered to Albus.

"I am afraid so. I needed your help with this matter. I need help rehabilitating him into normal life. He's been used as a slave for an incubus since he was very young so I have no idea where his health is at this moment. Please Severus, he is only fourteen." The dour man was still staring, shocked, at the submissively kneeling child. He nodded absently, then again more surely. Albus breathed a sigh of relief. Harry would be in good hands now.

"Harry. You don't have to kneel here, child. You are safe." The boy simply stood and placed his hands behind his back. His head still bowed in subservience. Albus sighed.

"You have only had him for a short amount of time and you are already screwing things up Albus. You can't simply tell a slave that he is free. He won't accept it. He is still in that mentality, he believes you own him. If you pass him over to me I can help heal him. But only if I am his sole caretaker. He won't be able to handle having two "masters"." Severus explained quickly Albus simply nodded. He could barely handle the thought of what had happened to the once happy child. Severus dealt with abused Slytherin's all year round. If anyone could help Harry heal, it was Severus. Now all he had to do was tell the Potters.

"Thank you Albus. I promise that I will not hurt him like his previous master did. Unfortunately there may be circumstances where I shall have to take harsher actions against the boy." Severus explained. His voice strained. "However I can promise that I would never whip him, or beat him mercilessly. He shall be fed three meals a day and be treated with common human decency." Albus nodded his acceptance to the terms that were put before him. Yes, Severus would definitely treat the child well.

The potters would probably place blame on Albus, trying to divert the public eye from the chaotic mess that they had created in their mad scramble for fifteen minutes of fame. Or rather, fifteen years.

"Unfortunately, I must inform the Potters that Harry had been found now. Else they shall either blame you for what has happened to him, or try to rehabilitate him themselves." Albus hissed. There had once been a time when he would have allowed James anything, but he hadn't grown up yet. Only presented the illusion of maturity while proceeding with his destructive lifestyle on a larger scale. Severus agreed with him whole heartedly.

Severus nodded to show he understood, but there was no mistaking his displeasure at the situation. He ordered Harry to stand and await further instruction. The boy looked immediately to Albus. Looking to his master first due to his training.

"You shall obey Severus Snape as if he was your master." The boy simply stood, in obedience to his orders. The child voiced not a word, nor even a sound and retreated to stand submissively behind Albus. He stood off to the side, mostly hidden in shadows.

Albus called the Potters.

Xxxxxxx wishing to forget xxxxxxxx

The forest began to sway in the wind. Now it was blowing harder than ever before. This is new, thought Harry, maybe there truly is something happening up there. He stood beside the pond that he had made his safe place. Suddenly he heard raised voices. They were different than before. They were real voices, patches of reality drifting through gaps that had been created through the temporary peace. Usually there were no sounds though, simply sensations that were better off ignored. This time however, he couldn't simply will the calm to return. His freakishness had recognized something up there. It would not be calmed unless is whatever was up there was gone. He had to make It go! It was ruining everything. Harry screamed.

He screamed and screamed and screamed. Nothing made the child stop. He had fallen to his knees, his hands clutched over his head as if he were in pain. Albus had tried to calm him but he had been repelled. Not forcefully, mind you, he still was recognized as the master. Then Lilly had decided that she would give it a go. Claiming her maternal instincts would help calm her son. That she would be recognized as an important figure in Harry's life.

She was certainly recognized. She was flung across the room and knocked unconscious. There was an uproar. James had leapt to his feet and drawn his wand on the screaming boy, unsure how to react or what to do. Severus drew his as well.

"Harry Potter! You will cease this behaviour immediately. You are embarrassing your master by reacting thus." A mild stinging hex was sent at Harry. Immediately the screams quieted. Then Harry stood, his body once again limp like a rag doll and his face blank as an empty portrait. He turned his back to the gathered party and leaned against the wall in preparation for a whipping. His wings separated, making a perfect opening to be whipped without them being struck. And to keep him from shielding himself from punishment. He was quiet and anticipating the blows to come. He neither reacted to the lack of pain nor the motionless bodies that openly stared. He was lost to the world.

Harry sighed contentedly as the pain hit his body. Yes, pain he could deal with. The forest quieted and he began to hum happily as he resumed his imaginary game with the imaginary friends. Soon he forgot about he disturbance in his forest. Nothing had happened, nothing was wrong. He could deal with everything else later. He had a tea party to attend.

TBC

A/N: here we go, part 2. Hope you enjoyed. Read review, you get the gist.