Entry tags:

2008, character: harry potter, character: severus snape, fic, pairing: harry/snape

A Master's Love (Harry/Snape, NC-17) for joanwilder
Author: sweetmelodykiss
Recipient: joanwilder
Title: A Master's Love
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Severus/Harry
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended. All characters engaging in sexual activity are 16 years or older.
Summary: Post war: Once again, Harry needs rescuing from himself and the only man for the job is Snape.
Warnings: BDSM, D/s, sex toys, graphic m/m sex, orgasm denial
Word Count: 5171
Author's Notes: A huge, huge thank you to my fabulous beta!



The feel of the whip against his skin brought surprising tears of gratitude to his eyes.

Harry realized that the transformation he'd longed for and sought with no success until now was finally within his grasp. Yellow stars of melancholy that had loomed in the night's pale distance broke in fiery explosions and left him sobbing for joy. Finally, Harry let someone lead him to what he most feared, and what he most wanted desperately. Oh, and what he had tried despairingly not to want. Now he had surrendered, not only to another man, but also to his own desire and to his dominating shame.

When Master held the whip's silver handle to his lips after the flogging, Harry kissed it with an unfeigned devotion and licked the leather strap that had caressed his skin, and when he said, "Thank you, Master," it was with all the sincerity of his heart, which finally opened. He experienced devotion. He had never felt such ease and softness. He left home that evening transformed. His Master bid him to face the past and Harry thought that he finally had the courage to do it. The night's soft wind danced across his skin and swirled away from him to mingle in the air's great ocean, the accumulation of the breath of all earth's creatures.

Harry had never experienced true happiness. He'd never had a true childhood. After the final battle, Harry fell into a deep depression and sank into darkness that his friends feared would ultimately destroy him. His desires grew increasingly twisted and frightening. Harry didn't know which direction to turn, and so, he hurled himself bodily down the path of self-destruction.

Without asking his slave whether it was alright with him or not, Master had his nipples pierced that night with two tiny silver rings and Harry still felt the sting of the piercing as a sharp silver ribbon that glowed in his mind and turned upon itself like a thin strip of pain and pleasure. Unable to distinguish between the two anymore, what mattered was that the sensation signalled he had fallen and was bound to the humiliation that he'd always been ashamed to crave.

Now there was no shame in it. He was accepting of everything. He walked tall and proud to the Apparition point. Before he had been withdrawn and secretive, hidden and bent, hesitant in his associations and nervous with his associates; now he was forthright and open, free and easy with everybody, assertive but not demanding, witty but not vulgar, a magnet to attract all gazes.

That first year after the war ended, Harry spent most of his time in the seediest part of Diagon Alley, deep in the bowels of the underground clubs, letting himself be used and abused by anyone who would have him. The Weasleys tried to find him, but Harry was still a powerful wizard and if he didn't want anyone to find him, then no one would. The Glamour fooled everyone and Harry just let himself go, giving into the debauchery that consumed his every waking breath.

At the strangers who gazed at him as he walked through the streets of the tiny village in a tight black shirt, skin tight jeans and high black boots, the muscles of his upper left arm adorned by the wiry circlets that his Master had tattooed there, he looked out with the marble arrogance of the proudly conquered. Harry felt owned, loved and taken care of. He felt safe. Harry no longer needed the approval of strangers. All he needed was his lord and master.

******

It all began when Harry defeated Voldemort in the final battle. When the smoke cleared, Harry stood staring into nothingness, surrounded by the bodies of the fallen and he felt cold. He'd fulfilled the prophecy and lived to tell about it. Harry didn't know what he was supposed to do. His focus and direction in life died with Voldemort. Harry wallowed in self-pity for several weeks, not knowing that the growing darkness inside his soul would take him to places he'd never ever dreamed of going.

People sang songs about him, heaped riches upon him and begged for his attention, but all Harry wanted to do was hide inside the Burrow until even that became unbearable. Ginny pushed and prodded for Harry to set a wedding date, but the more she pushed the more distant he became, and then one night Harry Potter just disappeared.

They were all gone, lost in a haze of past memories, his parents, Albus, Sirius, Remus, Tonks, Fred, Moody, Dobby and even Snape, all gone. Strangely, Harry missed Snape the most. He'd been there every step of the way, guiding, berating and browbeating him into shape, and Harry had failed them all. Their deaths weighed heavily on his conscience, as he lay naked and bound before a host of uncaring Masters.

Harry's only desire was to please. He wanted a master who appreciated him, but none was forthcoming. They passed Harry from master to master, each one worse than the last until Harry finally gave into despair. Exactly one year to the day after defeating Voldemort, Harry staggered from the Dragon Club in a drug-induced protest and collapsed in a dirty alleyway, broken and unconscious.

When Harry awoke, he felt warm. His body was still sore and stiff, but his mind was clear. The bedroom Harry had slept in was rich with mahogany furniture. The large canopy bed was soft, inviting and Harry fell back to sleep. He didn't really care where he was. There was a familiar scent permeating the bedclothes surrounding him that was oddly comforting and Harry slept peacefully for the first time in over a month.

Harry struggled against the bonds that held him. The pain flared hot in the pit of his stomach as the glowing wand penetrated his anal canal. The slide seared his insides, back and forth for minutes, hours, eternity; Harry didn't know how long it lasted. Blackness consumed him and faces shimmered before his eyes. Sirius, Remus and even Snape mocked him as the exquisite torture went on for days.

Harry felt dirty, fucked and helpless. As one man dismounted, another would immediately take his place. His bound cock and balls throbbed painfully, the thick wire cutting deep into his tender flesh. The chains that held Harry's legs above his head rattled from the force of the continual thrusting. When the men tired of their whore, they would shove a huge butt plug in Harry's arse and take a rest, laughing all the while at Harry's predicament. Then they would start all over again, fucking him with whatever was handy, a cock, dildos, or wands. It didn't matter to them as long as Harry's arse had something in it at all times.

Harry awoke with his hand wrapped around his cock. He stroked it roughly and fingered his hole. He shoved two fingers into his arse and rode them as he yanked mercilessly on his aching prick. So close, he was so close, one more tug…

"You will not come!"

Harry stopped mid-stroke, deflating instantly as he gasped in shock. That voice, Harry knew that voice, but it was impossible. The man was dead and so Harry figured he must be dead too. That night, Harry had died in the alleyway, cold and alone.

"You are not dead, Mr. Potter."

Harry snickered. The bastard always did seem to know just what he was thinking.

"However, you came very close to dying. It appears your survival instincts have deserted you, although, you have never had much common sense. What a pathetic creature you've turned out to be when everyone had such high hopes for you. Albus especially thought that someday you would be the most powerful wizard in the world. Of all the things you could have done with your life, you chose this path. As soon as you are fit for travel, I will deposit your worthless hide back in that alley where I found you."

"Wait," Harry cried, cracking one eye open to look at the looming figure of Severus Snape. Bloody hell, he really was alive. But how was that possible?

"Reports of my death have been highly exaggerated."

"Are you invading my mind?"

"Someone has to. I must say though, there isn't much left to invade."

"I see you're still a miserable git. Some things never change."

"Indeed, Mr. Potter, some things never change."

"Why did you even bother to save me if you hold me in such contempt?"

"A friend asked me to look into your sudden disappearance, and now I wish that I hadn't agreed to do it."

"I didn't know you had any friends," Harry snorted.

"Actually, I have several friends, but it was Arthur Weasley's pleas that finally compelled me to abandon my self-imposed exile and conduct a search for an ungrateful brat."

"Well thanks for nothing," Harry spat. "You should've just let me die. I'm not going back to the Burrow, not now, not ever."

"No, you are not. I would not let them see you in this kind of condition. You might as well go back to your life of debauchery and hopefully in time the Weasleys will forget you ever existed."

Harry couldn't take any more of this. Tears finally broke the surface and streamed down his face. "I didn't mean to hurt them," Harry sniffed. "I thought that they'd be better off without me. I can't give Ginny what she needs. I can't take care of her. I can't even take care of myself. I just wanted to belong to someone, but nobody wants the real me," Harry sobbed.

"Oh, do stop with the melodramatics, Potter. It reminds me of a song I once heard, looking for love in all the wrong places, poor, poor misguided fool. You're a flaming queen, so why don't you just admit it?"

Harry looked stricken as tears rolled freely down his cheeks, but he somehow managed to nod in agreement.

"Ah, the first step is admitting that you have a problem. You are a sex addict who gets off on pain. You've always lacked discipline, Potter. You must really enjoy running amuck. How perfectly disgusting," Snape sneered.

"That's what I was looking for. Someone to rein me in and give my life structure, but it didn't quite work out that way."

"Apparently not," Severus said, twisting his lips into something that resembled a smile. "Well, if it is discipline and structure that you want, I might be persuaded to let you stay here."

"Really," Harry asked, hope clearly showing on his face.

"You will follow my rules. You will do everything that I ask of you and you will call me Master at all times. Is that clear?"

"Yes, anything you want."

"Yes what," Severus growled.

"Uh, yes, Master."

"That's better and I suggest you never forget it, or make no mistake, you will be severely punished."

Harry smiled tentatively. "Thank you, Master."

Hmm, maybe the boy could learn after all, Severus thought.

"The bathroom is through that door. Take a shower, brush your teeth and then come down stairs. I will prepare lunch for us," Severus said, robes whirling as he turned to leave.

"Er, but what shall I wear, Master? My clothes were a right mess."

"Nothing, Mr. Potter, you will wear nothing."

"Oh," Harry said somewhat shocked, but the idea really didn't bother him that much. He'd been naked in front of hundreds of men, but Snape wasn't just any man. He was Harry's new Master and he wanted Snape to be pleased with his appearance.

The hot spray of the shower energized Harry. He washed his body and hair thoroughly until he fairly sparkled. He brushed his teeth and tried desperately to do something with his hair. Harry flattened it out as best he could, but it really was a lost cause.

When he exited the bathroom, Harry spotted a silver collar lying on the bedside table with a little bell attached to it. The collar had rune markings engraved into the silver. Harry had seen one similar, but not as beautiful as this one. It was a genuine Master's collar and it would bond the slave to the Master body and soul. Harry never even hesitated as he picked up the collar and secured it around his neck. Now Harry had a home and a Master who would take care of him always.

Severus seemed pleased when Harry entered the dining room, but with Snape, it was hard to tell. The little bell jingled softly as Harry walked, making him feel safe and secure.

Severus waved his hand at a chair and Harry took the seat indicated.

"I was not sure if you would wear my collar. I am pleased that you have accepted my offer."

"It's everything I've always wanted. The collar is beautiful and I'm honoured to wear it, Master."

Severus smirked. The boy really did have potential as a submissive, but he was still a Potter and Severus knew that Potters could be a stubborn lot. Patience was the key, but patience wasn't Severus' strong suit. Somehow, through his own force of will, Severus Snape would bring Harry Potter back to the world as a respectable, functioning human being. Lesson number one would begin now.

"Finish you lunch and then I will assess your medical condition."

"I feel fine, Master."

"Are you openly disobeying me, pet?"

"No, Master. I just didn't want to put you to any bother on my account."

"That is what a Master is here for, to take care of his pet and see to his needs. Do you have any objections?"

"None at all, Master. I'm sorry. I'm just not used to someone being concerned for my welfare."

"That's because you've been spending your time with deviants. If at any time, you should object to what we are doing, just give me a safe word and we will desist."

Harry looked perplexed, "safe word, Sir? What's a safe word?"

Severus pinched the bridge of his nose. "Dear Merlin, do you know nothing of a sub missive's role or the rules that apply?"

"Um, I guess not. I honestly didn't know there were rules. I just thought that the Master got to do whatever he wanted to with his slave."

Severus slammed his fist down on the dining room table, shaking with anger. "You are not a slave, Harry. You are a person, a cherished pet, not a punching bag, pincushion or a passive observer to the whims of your Master. The Master may not do anything that you do not agree to. Do you understand?"

Harry's eyes shimmered with tears and lump rose up in his throat, but he was finally managed to answer, "Yes, Master. I understand."

"Good, now follow me into the bedroom and I will see if you are fit for taking."

The word taking created its desired effect. Harry's cock instantly grew hard and his breath quickened. Snape had been correct; Harry was definitely a sex addict.

After running his wand over Harry's body, he gave the boy a healing and strengthening potion. Harry was entirely too thin, yellowing bruises dappled his body and dark circles rimmed his eyes. Decent food, rest and warm place to stay would put the colour back into Harry's cheeks in a few days and the potions would further speed that process along.

"All right now, lay face down on the bed and spread your legs. I'm going to probe your anus for possible injuries."

Harry's body flushed and a little moan escape his throat.

"Do not come under any circumstance. Is that clear?"

Harry swallowed thickly and nodded.

"Answer me!"

"No, Sir, I won't come."

"One way or another, Mr. Potter, you will learn discipline."

Harry lay down on the bed, spreading his legs wide for his Master's inspection. Severus moved in behind him and kneaded his arse cheeks until the boy visibly relaxed. Severus pulled a jar of healing salve from his robe pocket and slicked his fingers with the sticky substance. Ever so gently, Severus massaged Harry's opening until the ring of muscles gave enough for him to slip one finger inside. Harry's hole was loose from repeated couplings.

"Mmm," Harry moaned, writhing as Severus prodded his prostate. "Ahhh, that feels so good."

"This is an exam, pet. Lie still and stop that sinful undulating."

"Yes, Master."

Harry held as still as possible. He didn't realize he was holding his breath as well.

"Pet, you might want to breathe. You are beginning to turn blue." Severus couldn't stop himself from snorting in amusement.

Harry exhaled slowly and with relief. His lungs had started to burn from holding his breath.

Severus slid in a second finger and increased the force of his thrusts to Harry's prostate. Harry lay perfectly still, gripping the bedding tightly between his clenched fists. His breath came in short pants and he thought he might actually die of pleasure. "Guhhhhhhh," Harry moaned and bit down hard on his hand to stop himself from coming as Severus inserted a third finger inside Harry's arse.

"What was that, Mr. Potter? I didn't quite understand what you just said."

"Nothing, Sir, I just can't seem to control the noises."

"Noises are fine. In fact, the noises you make are rather delectable, even though this isn't sexual. It is merely an exploration of not so virgin territory. Your anus is quite loose, well stretched and pliant."

To prove his point, Severus pulled back and worked in a forth finger. Harry arched his back as his hips rose up off the bed unbidden. "Fuck…," Harry shouted as long ropes of come shot from his cock in dizzying waves of ecstasy.

Harry collapsed on the bed, breathing hard and sobbing as Severus pulled his fingers free of Harry's arse. "Please, please, don't make me leave, Master. I'm so sorry. I tried to stop it. I really tried." Harry cried.

"You will not be leaving, pet. Actually, you held out longer than I thought you would. That was just a little test of your control and it's not as bad as I initially feared."

Harry sighed in relief and rolled over on his back to look at Severus. "You're not angry with me?"

"No, pet, not this time, but from now on when I give you an order, I expect you to obey it, but first we must establish a safe word. Pick one."

Harry thought for a long moment. Harry didn't feel he really needed a safe word. He would let Severus do absolutely anything to him, but his Master demanded that they have one.

"Um, mulberry," Harry finally said.

"That is an unusual safe word, why mulberry?"

"Because I don't like mulberry, so if I ever say it you'll know I don't like what we're doing."

"That is acceptable. Mulberry it is then. Now, assume the position!"

Harry hastily compiled, turning over and getting on all fours. His pucker quivered in anticipation as the blunt head of Severus' cock plunged into Harry's arse. There was no need to be gentle. Harry had fucked so many times in the past; he was an old hat at it by this point. Severus pounded into Harry, forcing his head down to the bed and dragging his arse up higher in the air. He held Harry hips tightly, fingers digging into soft skin hard enough to leave bruises. "Yes, Master, yes, fuck me hard, please." Harry begged.

Severus pistoned his hips faster and faster until all control was lost. He grabbed Harry's cock, jerking at it wildly until Harry screamed and came for a second time. Severus didn't last long after that. Harry's arse muscles tightened around him and gripped his prick like a glove, sending Severus blindly over the edge. The bed creaked in protest when they both fell on it, gasping for air and trembling in the aftermath.

For their first time together, it wasn't half-bad. Severus realized that he could get used to this rather quickly. Mr. Potter's arse could become a sacred vessel some day, but for now, he needed several more lessons in obedience.

******

Harry sat quietly under his Master's table in the lab while Severus brewed. Familiarity was Severus' plan. He wanted Harry to get used to his presence and learn to obey orders without question.

"Suck me, pet."

Harry's mouth watered as he undid the buttons on Severus' pants and released his prize. Severus' cock sprang forth, huge, hard and red. Harry smiled to himself. Harry had many talents, but cock sucking was his finest. He'd reduced many a man to tears of joy just by sucking him off.

Harry swiped his tongue over the tip delicately, swirling it around Severus' thick knob. He sucked just the head into his mouth and slid his tongue down the ridge on the underside of Severus' prick.

Severus groaned. "I said suck it, pet. I'm beginning to think that you're nothing but a bloody tease."

Harry smirked around a mouthful of beautiful cock and then swallowed Severus whole. Harry rolled Severus' balls in the palm of his hand and stroked his arsehole gently with one finger. Harry increased the pressure, hollowing out his cheeks and sucking Severus in until his cock hit the back of his throat. Severus growled and grabbed Harry's head. He held the boy still as he fucked Harry's mouth like a jackhammer. Finally, Severus shuddered and filled Harry's mouth with gob after gob of sticky come. Harry drank it down appreciatively, licking every last drop from his swollen lips.

Of course, coming was not an option for Harry. His balls and cock strained against the harness and chain attached to the collar around his neck. If Harry misbehaved, Severus need only jerk on the chain to remind him of his place. Harry swore a silent oath to be a good boy. He simply didn't want to displease his new Master. This was the most loved he'd ever felt. A feeling of happiness swelled in Harry's heart and he was determined not to ruin it.

Severus praised Harry's progress as the weeks passed. The boy was an exceptional submissive and Severus grew to love his pet dearly. Harry would go to any lengths to please his Master.

Severus claimed every inch of Harry, shoving his huge member up his arse with one stroke. It burned Harry to the core, making him plead and beg for more. Nothing could compare to the feeling of being owned.

Tied to the bed with a butt plug firmly in place, Severus mapped Harry's body with his tongue and teeth. The cock ring tightened at the slightest movement, effectively cutting off the circulation to Harry's throbbing member. Sometimes, Severus would make Harry go a full week without letting him come. It was glorious; the feeling of always being on edge, but Harry learned control and was always rewarded for his efforts.

One night after dinner, Severus broached a touchy subject.. "I have spoken with Arthur and he'd like to see you."

Harry looked at Severus dubiously before flatly refusing.

"No."

"Are you disobeying me, pet?"

"I can't see him. I won't see him." Harry said petulantly.

Severus slapped Harry's arse hard. "You are being very stubborn, pet. I can't tell you how much this pains me. I told you never to openly defy me unless you have a valid reason. Fear is not a valid reason. That is the first rule. I demand complete compliance. I'll ask you again, pet, will you see Arthur?"

"No, Master. I'm sorry."

"Fine, but you will have to be punished."

"Yes, Master." Harry felt bad as Severus bent him over the dresser, but he just couldn't face Arthur yet.

"You will not forget this evening," Severus whispered in Harry's ear, sending chills down Harry's spine. Fortunately, he didn't have any knickers to get in the way as Severus fucked him unprepared until he was raw.

Harry begged and pleaded with Severus to let him come, but to no avail. This was his punishment for disobeying his Master. Severus had Harry lie face down on the bed while he secured his wrists and ankles to the bedposts. He shoved a ball gag in Harry's mouth and tied it around the back of his head. Severus tightened Harry's harness until his cock stood upright against his stomach.

"I'm going to teach you a valuable lesson. You must learn to face your fears and stand on your own two feet. I will not always be here to rescue you from yourself."

Harry whimpered slightly as all the blood drained from his body and settled solely in his cock. His body taut as a bowstring arched upward as the first crack of the whip came down across his arse. Harry tried to scream in pleasure, but the ball gag muffled his cries almost beyond recognition.

"Hmm, I think you are enjoying this, pet. This is supposed to be punishment."

"Uhhuh mmm…," Harry answered.

"If you say so," Severus chuckled and cracked the whip again and again. He stopped once to admire the lovely red welts rising on his lover's pert arse. After whipping Harry a few more times, he moved on to Harry's hole. He inserted a huge dildo into Harry's arse and spelled it to increase in speed and force gradually.

Harry groaned continually as the fake cock vibrated inside him. When the dildo reached maximum speed, Severus turned out the lights, rolled over and went to sleep; leaving Harry bound, gagged and thoroughly fucked for the rest of the night.

The next morning when Severus awoke, he removed the ball gag from Harry's mouth and the still vibrating dildo from his arse. He shoved his own cock in, taking Harry hard and fast, but never letting him come. Harry's pleasure would have to wait for another day or until Severus deemed his punishment over.

When Severus finally released Harry from his bonds the boy smiled sweetly and said, "Thank you, Master."

Severus' heart swelled with pride. He had done his work well and he decided that seeing Arthur could wait until Harry was truly ready.

As Harry's birthday approached, Severus decided to do something special for his pet. It was time to give him the true gift of a Master.

Harry hung naked from chains attached to the ceiling while his Master prepared the implements for the night's birthday celebration.

Severus slipped the tiny snake shaped sound into Harry's piss-slit and then snapped the giant nipple clamps in place. The cock ring grew tighter around his prick, squeezing until the pressure became almost unbearable. Harry hissed as he swayed back and forth, his legs dangling freely. Pain shot through his chest, white-hot and magnificent.

Severus immobilised Harry's left arm and began to tattoo the circlets into his flesh by hand. The pain was intense as Severus hammered each little circle into his arm. Harry moaned as he hung helplessly in midair, but Harry knew the best was yet to come.

Severus cleaned and sterilized the fresh tattoo. The lacy circles came together in an intricate design with two large S's in the centre, clearly announcing his ownership for all to see. Next, Severus removed the nipple clamps from Harry's chest and pierced each nipple through with a large needle. After attaching a silver hoop to each nipple, Severus stood back and gazed upon Harry with awe. He was beautiful, more beautiful than a priceless work of art.

"Do you like your birthday gifts, pet?"

"Oh, yes, Master. They are wonderful. Thank you, Master." Harry's delight was evident, his adulation genuine.

"I'm so glad you are pleased, Harry."

Severus smiled as he picked up the horsewhip from the table. The first blow to his back caught Harry off guard and his cock tried to burst free of its confines. Stroke after stroke, the whip caressed his flesh until a raging fire consumed Harry's very soul. At last, Harry found sweet relief. Severus dropped the whip and penetrated him roughly, releasing the cock ring and removing the sound at the same time. Severus thrust into Harry's arse, hitting his prostrate with each well-placed jab. Severus stroked Harry's cock and hissed in his ear, "Come for me, Harry."

Harry's entire body seized up and violent spasms racked his frame as he shot load after load of hot spunk into the air. Severus thrust a few more times before succumbing to the pleasure and releasing his seed deep within his lover's arse.

With a wave of his hand, Severus banished the chains holding Harry and they both collapsed on the floor panting for breath.

After several long moments, Severus whispered, "Happy birthday, Harry."

Harry sobbed in his arms, sated, fulfilled and grateful for the love that Severus had bestowed on him. Severus cradled the boy in his arms, petting him and mumbling nonsense until Harry began to calm.

Severus pulled the boy close and kissed him passionately. The boy's eyes shone like emerald fire. Harry had almost come full circle and now it was time to leave the nest.

"I love you, Master. I love you more than anything." Harry declared.

"I love you too, my pet. You own my heart."

"I could never own you, Master. I am yours until you tire of me."

"I will never tire of you, Harry and you do own me. You have never been under my control. Didn't you know that the submissive holds all the power? I am but your humble servant, love. Now, you must go and make amends. I promised Arthur that when you were worthy, I'd send you home to them. Just remember where you belong."

"Master, please, I don't want to leave you."

"It's just for a little while. You must explain everything to them. The Weasleys are the only family you've ever really known and they deserve your utmost consideration. Now go and clean up, my pet. Molly and Arthur will be expecting you. I will not hear any more arguments. I'd despise having to dole out punishment on your birthday."

Harry beamed and kissed his lover. "Thank you, Master."

Two weeks later, Harry arrived back home with a new perspective on life. He realized that he never wanted to be separated from Severus again. Molly and Arthur had tried hard to persuade him to stay with them, but Harry knew exactly where he belonged and who he belonged to. He assured his surrogate family that he was whole, healthy and happy, and really that's all they'd ever wanted for him. It was difficult for them to let Harry go, but it was Arthur's voice of reason that prevailed in the end. He knew in his heart that Severus would never hurt Harry.

One year later, with a good job at the ministry, plenty of friends, and a Master who loved him, Harry finally had it all.



~Fini~

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