Harry, still walking along the sidewalk was finding himself insanely cold, the rain never seemed to slow down, and if anything it seemed to rain harder. His muscles were asking for nothing more then just a little break, just a second to pause, and yet Harry kept on moving.
Not too long after he made his wish to be found; did he regret it. He felt like he was being watched; almost pursued like a rabbit being prayed by a fox-completely, silent in the cold dense night.
I'm being absolutely paranoid. Harry couldn't help but try to comfort himself as he finally stopped for a moment's peace. He sat down on a nearby bench, his breath making vapors into the night sky. It didn't attract his attention until after a few moments, but there on the bench next to him was a cup. It was overflowing with the rain, Harry's eyes narrowed. Looking around to find himself alone he picked up the silver cup. Within a matter of seconds did he arrive at a new scene. "Oh. No." Harry breathed, cup still in hand. "No, don't worry, I'm completely fine-"
"I can't believe the bloody idiot fell for it." A sleek voice came from behind him. Harry's eyes widened, dropping the cup in the middle of the dirt path. He stood solid; the hairs on his neck were rising with fear. He was in the middle of what appeared to be the Forbidden Forest. The swamp mist of the night was enwrapping along his freezing legs. He couldn't find himself to turn. He already knew what stood behind him, whom stood behind him.
"The Dark Lord will be most pleased with your findings Lucius." Harry finding his courage turned to face what he already knew was there.
"Malfoy." Harry managed through clenched teeth. A group around seven death eaters stood not even a few meters away. Harry narrowed his eyes. This was a losing battle.
"I wonder what The Dark Lord will give you, Lucius-for granting him the body of The Boy Who Lived?" Harry watched as the tall masked blond smiled darkly.
"I will spare his life for The Dark Lord." Harry couldn't find himself to move, yet his wand was still in hand. "Or maybe, I'll tell him it was an accident!" Lucius pointed the wand at Harry. Harry's instincts kicked in, and the moment Lucius's lips pronounced the spell, Harry countered it.
Something went wrong.
Harry couldn't remember much just a body slamming him down, and the next he was in a room he didn't recognize with two large hands on his shoulders.
The iron hands whisked him around, and he faced his rescuer.
"Snape?!" Harry screamed at the man.
Snape on the other hand still held Harry were he was. The boy looked ruddy awful. Yet he corked an eyebrow disapproving Harry's screaming.
"Mr. Potter, would you care to tell me how it is exactly you learned that spell- in a normal tone perhaps?" Harry stood quite for a moment actually trying to recall where he did. Then it occurred to him that he got it out of a Dark Arts shop when he managed to wonder off on a Hogsmeade trip. Harry feeling reckless; shook his body out of the hands of Snape-or more tore himself away.
"Get your slimy hands off me, Sniv-"Harry didn't get the chance to finish his sentence as Snape grabbed Harry rather tightly.
"You will not speak to me that way Potter." Snape hissed.
"And what if I bloody feel like it!?" Harry tried pushing himself away, he didn't really enjoy being this close to Snape, or anybody for that matter.
"Or you will find yourself facing the consequences." Harry didn't even pause to consider this.
"You think I give a damn!?" He breathed harshly as tears flooded his eyes. "I don't care! I had to face consequences all my life. This isn't school Snape! There are no points to take away, and there are no people to embarrass me in front of so- hey stop it! Where are you taking me!?." Harry found himself headed for a tall arm chair in the middle of the huge room with two walls covered in books. Snape never answered him, just sat down in the chair hauling Harry over his knee.
It didn't really come to Harry what was happing. He wasn't going to spank him was he? This was ridicules. "Snape?" Harry half whispered. "What are you doing?" Still no answer came but the smack of an open hand coming down on Harry's upturned bottom.
"As it seems you cannot control yourself, I will start this conversation from here." Snape said bringing down his hand down. Harry wiggled trying to avoid the oncoming swats.
"You have always been reckless, rude, you never think, Potter." Snape continued. "What have you done to be kicked out of you're own home?" Snape words hit Harry and the eyes just began to smart.
"I didn't do anything!" Harry groaned breathlessly between spanks.
"I see that highly doubtful as you seem to get yourself into a lot of trouble, look at tonight Potter."
"I didn't think!" Harry mumbled desperately.
"Precisely, my point." Snape said bringing his hand down once more. Harry, who was feeling the sting, threw back his hand attempting to stop the spanking. Snape merely pinned it to Harry's back and continued.
"Do not try to stop your punishment, I warned you." Snape said shifting Harry's bottom higher so he could reach his sit spots. Harry noticed the change in position and cried out.
"Please! Snape, stop!" Harry pleaded, yet Snape did not respond as the smacks still came.
"You cut it close tonight Harry, and you could have died." Snape pressured, making Harry cry louder.
"Sorry! Just stop!" Harry begged. Snape stopped for a moment, and Harry caught his breath.
"Will you listen for now on?" Snape asked.
"Yes!" Snape nodded.
"Good." Snape spanked him one last time before lifting him up into a standing position. Harry's eyes where puffy and his face was tear streaked. He was also still a mess from earlier. Snape didn't let Harry pause for very long before he stood up and took hold of Harry's bicep dragging him along with him.
Harry watched as he was pulled out of the room and into the hallway where a long white carpeted stairs awaited them. Once up stairs Snape walked him down another hallway and into a room where Snape flicked on the chandelier and fireplace warming up the cold, unused bedroom. Harry's eyes widened.
"Is this your house?" Snape let go of Harry leaving him as Snape flicked on more lights to a bathroom and entering it.
"Yes, it was my mothers-Prince-Manor." Snape answered from inside. "Come in here." Harry followed Snape into the room where Snape was drawing a bath. The bathroom was also large, black granite with white specks glittered the floor, counters and bathtub. The bathtub was more the size of a hot-tub and the water was steaming. The walls were painted green and silver-of course, but Harry found he liked it.
Snape turned off the water and looked to Harry. "Take a bath and brush your teeth, when you are done come out, I'll be waiting." Harry nodded and before Snape left he spelled blue and green bubbles.
Harry found himself falling asleep in the bath. He never had such luxuries and was surprised to find that of all people, Snape did. When he finished washing and brushing his teeth he found a pair of red a gold pajamas, and black boxes. Harry hissed as he pulled on his pants and boxes as his bottom was still very sore. Once clothed, he opened the door to find Snape leaning against the wall. Harry gasped.
"Snape! Your head is bleeding!" Snape rolled his eyes at Harry's remark.
"I know that, it's what happens when you save somebody from a shooting target. I hit my head on a rock, now get into bed." Snape said pointing to the large bed that looked absolutely welcoming. Harry didn't have to be asked twice, he climbed into bed and the moment his head hit the pillow he was out.
Snape smiled at the boy who was fast asleep in his house, how did he get stuck with him?
That's ok, I'll go met with the order and they will find him a new home for tomorrow. Snape sighed, waving the lights to dim down he left the room, it was time to speak with the Order of The Phoenix.
AN/ Thank you all so much for the reviews! I felt the presser writing the chapter this time, lol. Well, I hope it was a good chapter! :)