Double Agent Severus Snape

By: Becca ray

Author's Notes: I don't own anything.

Harry spread his hands out into the darkness hoping to find something but felt nothing. He froze as he heard the laughter of men nearby. Harry closed his eyes in silent prayer, waiting as the sound grew nearer. After an eternity when it finally died away he almost cried out in relief but restrained himself.

He never thought he'd wish so much to be at home. A few weeks ago Harry had hated home then again that was before he was brought to this hell hole. Home…he had always thought about that word with loathing and now he longed to be back with his parents. Sure life kind of sucked back then…his father was ashamed of him, he didn't have any friends and he recently started cutting to release the pain of being alone all the time.

Now he was almost never alone and when he was he did nothing about tremble in fear, thinking about the next person who walked into the room. Harry felt tears in his eyes as he thought about his present situation.

'Father won't even want me back, 'he pondered. 'He probably hates me more than ever.' Harry recalled the last conversation they had.

-Flashback- (Sept. 29)

"Why can't you be normal?" James screamed.

"Shut up!' Harry replied not facing his father afraid he'd see his tear.

"Face me when I'm talking to you, boy, they called last night saying you got in a fight with their son and came home! So where the hell were you all night?"


As Harry started up the staircase, James grabbed him by his oversized sweater roughly.

"Let go!"

Suddenly, shock filled Harry's face as he heard his sweater rip revealing his bruised neck.

"You cheap whore." James gasped seeing the love bites on Harry's neck, chest and shoulder.

"Leave me alone." Harry muttered, rushing into his bedroom and locking the door behind him.

"Open the damn door or I'll break it down!"

"Go ahead." Harry challenged.

"Did you let him touch you everywhere, you slut!" James asked as he banged on the door.

"Shut up!"

"I can't believe I actually listened to you. Going to a friend's house? I can't believe I ate that crap! I damn well now you don't have ANY friends!"

"Shut up! Shut up…please."

Harry covered his ears with his hands, murmuring over and over again, "stupid, stupid, stupid…"

"You can't stay in there forever."

"I wish I was dead." Harry sighed to himself. He reached under his mattress and pulled out a worn leather journal and began writing.

-End Flashback-

No, his father would never want him back. He probably thinks that Harry wanted all this. It was entirely his fault anyway, he runaway; he was living on the streets; it was his own stupidity for being tied down by those strange men. He should have run faster and fought harder but how was he to know what horrors laid in store for him.

Then again, Harry knew a lot about human slavery rings, since his parents worked for an organization called The Order that tired to help save victims and then help them return to a normal life. The Order was one of the reason he never saw his parents but he was not angry at them because of it. He knew the goods things they were doing for people; he just wished they loved him as much as their job.

Harry guessed he'd been living here for about a three weeks and had been moved at least to four locations. He had been surprised when he had survived the initiation the first night. He had waited hours for his fate and when it came time it roll the dice, fear overtook his body as he had shook. He rolled a six, six men had raped him that night and he was sure he would die from the pain. Harry was fortunate though, the boy next to him had rolled a twelve and he hadn't seen him since that night.

He knew the worst was over since it appeared he wasn't very popular, he was rather scrawny and pale. Maybe they would forget about him, he hoped and prayed. That was when the door opened, and he realized his dream was foolish.

"Hey cutie." The tall man whispered in his ear. Harry definitely wished he was dead.

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"I will bring him home alive, I promise."

"Can I see the boy's room?"

"Alright." The sobbing mother nodded. She led Severus up the stairs to the first and only room.

"This was Harry's room."

Lily didn't walk in after him; she simply closed the door behind leaving Severus in a young sixteen year olds clutter.

"Where to start…" he sighed.

He scanned the room and found the most obvious target, the computer. Severus hesitated as he pushed the on button and waited patiently as it booted up. As he searched through the boys files, he found nothing interesting at all. English papers, history projects, every file was somehow related to school.

Severus started to wonder if maybe this kidnapping had been random, just a venerable runaway easy to nab. Though in his years of belonging to the Riddle gang, nothing they did was random, they're leader assured that. Finally he gave up on the computer and started searching the room.

All the boy's dressers and chests were locked and the key could very well be anywhere. Severus growled in deep frustration before failing down on the bed.

"Ow!"

He reached for whatever had poked him and found himself holding a small book…with the word 'Journal' printed on it. As last something that may be interesting. Severus didn't want to completely invade the boy's privacy since the whole thing might not be his fault so he skipped to the last few pages.

September 28

I'm such a stupid, worthless fool. I can't understand why I thought he loved me. He was my first boyfriend and when he invited me over to his house, my heart leaped with joy. I would kill for a picture of dad's face when I told him I was going out to a friends house, he seemed so proud. I should have know better. Everything started out just as I had dreamed, I met his parents, they seemed to love me and then we went to his room to play chess. It all seemed so normal until Draco started to touch me-

Severus stopped reading unable to believe what he'd had just read…Draco Malfoy…it couldn't be. He continued reading…

-I have to go, I was suppose to spend the night…yuck, what would have happened if I did. So I need to sleep in the closet tonight so mom or dad doesn't find out/ I'll deal with dad's question tomorrow.

September 29 (Right After Flashback)

I want to die so badly. Dad hates me. I wouldn't explain why I left Draco's and where I was at so we started arguing then he ripped my sweater. That was when he saw all the hickeys Draco had given me. It's not like I wanted them, he had pinned me down. At first his sweet chaste kiss was romantic than he became rough something I hadn't expected. And I slapped hi good for it too, but it took almost all my strength to fight him off. Dad is still screaming through the door what a "worthless whore" I am. I guess he's right, I'm nothing. I wish someone would take me away from this place right now!

Every page after that was empty and Severus sighed in the irony that the boy got his wish but in the worse way possible. He would find that boy as promised but he knew in order to do that he would need to get back in the full swing of the Riddle gang, full time.

Author's Notes: Yeah so if this chapter was WAY to confusing as I tend to be just let me know and I will try to rearrange it best I can. Happy New Year.

And I would be grateful if everyone would pray and send my family there good thoughts for the next week. My grandmother died last night and we were very close, she's lived with me a long time….I still can't believe she's gone. But I keep living and writing cause it keeps my minds off things.

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