WARNING! This story has a very distinct reason for being rated M. This story contains sexual abuse, hate crimes, and a very strong religious theme showing Catholicism/Christianity in both negative and positive ways….if any of this will offend you, I ask that you not read it. I am not out to make anyone angry or attack anyone's faith. I am a Christian myself, and this story is not intended to reflect my personal faith or that of anyone else. This is merely artistic expression.

Also, this story contains mild spoilers for my other story "Freaks and Geeks."

You Belong To Me

Chapter 1

I've always been a selfish bastard, and I've never made any claims otherwise. When I find something that I want or need, I will go to any lengths to get it, and I will never let go once I have it. Those who know me best understand this about me. The smart ones respect me for it. They see what I am and why. You see, St. Paul was wrong: love is a selfish thing. Anyone who says differently is either a liar or a fool. Selfishness can be something to keep two people together when there is nothing else left. I have always wanted Remus, and I never let him go…even when he wanted me to. In the end, I think that we are both happier for it.

When I think back on my life, there are definite gaps. It's not so much that I don't remember, but more that I don't care to. My childhood and early adolescence weren't really much to talk about. I had the typical broken home with divorced parents and a verbally abusive father. My family tree wasn't so typical. My mother hailed from the Princes of Maine, the family that owns the shipping company. She did a damned stupid thing when she married my father, and they weren't willing to forgive and forget when we came knocking on their door. We were a bitter bunch. Even at a young age I was sullen and anti-social.

At thirteen, I was put into Hogwarts boarding school in northern New York. There was never any doubt that I was destined to be an outcast. Whether or not I was at fault for my social status is something that can be debated. From day one, there was a group of boys that were determined to test every ounce of my patience. I met Sirius Black and James Potter on the train to school. The pair was seated behind the only available spot, and I sat down hoping to melt into the interior unnoticed. The first time Sirius kicked the back of the seat, I ignored it. Sneering to myself, I was not about to let the petty little shit get to me. Then it happened again with more force. I stood up and faced the snickering pair.

"Could you please stop that?" I asked eyeing them coldly. The boy on the right, James, was tall and thin with pale skin, unruly black hair, and wire rimmed glasses that sat over his brown eyes. The other boy, Sirius, was disgustingly handsome. He was obviously half Arab. His golden skin and jet black eyes and hair made no mistake about that. Both of them were smirking at me smugly. I hated them both instantly.

"You know, I really don't know why I should. Go sit someplace else, and leave that seat for someone worth talking to," Sirius said arrogantly. "In fact, go sit with the charity cases over there. There used to people smelling like shit."

"Fuck you!" I snapped. Few people had ever baited me like that, and even at thirteen I had my pride.

"Mr. Snape!" I heard the commanding voice from behind me so I turned to face the speaker. There was a spinsterly looking woman of forty or so behind me with her black hair pulled back into a bun "You are already treading on thin ice before you've even reached the school. Apologize to these young men and find another seat. I will not have you causing problems the entire way."

"Sorry," I mumbled glaring at them.

They were both smiling like angels, and the old hag bought it. "We're sorry, Professor. We didn't mean to kick his seat," Sirius told her with a sugary sweet tone. "My legs got cramped."

"Mr. Black, you should be more considerate…and that goes for you too, Mr. Potter. Now, let's get settled again, shall we?"

That one little incident summed up my entire first four years at Hogwarts. Black and Potter were part of a little foursome that called themselves "The Marauders." The pair had been life-long best friends, and they were joined by a fat, little toady named Peter Pettigrew and bookish, tawny haired boy named Remus Lupin. Together they formed an impenetrable bond. Though they were easily the most popular boys in school, they didn't let anyone in their circle. They charmed the entire school into playing their little games. From the seventh grade to the eleventh, they made my life hell and always came out smelling like roses. They were the proverbial Teflon boys. Black was caught red handed more times than I can count, and I don't think he ever got more than a stern word…except once. That one time would change my life.

To tell this tale, I suppose I should start with the first month of school my eleventh grade year. My schedule was fairly normal, or rather, normal for me. I had taken every advanced class Hogwarts offered including advanced literature. Literature had never been my strong suit. I found most fiction utterly detestable. Why read something if it isn't true? That was my reasoning. I loathed Shakespeare more than most for the ridiculousness in most of his plays. Of course, a large part of eleventh grade literature at Hogwarts was Shakespeare. The first play we read was A Comedy of Errors, which I found to be one of the most moronic things I had ever read.

The old lit teacher at Hogwarts, Professor Howard called me into his office one day after class. I assumed it was to praise me for my work on the latest essay and exam. My grades had never been anything other than flawless. You can imagine my shock when he set a pair of F's on the desk. "Severus, my boy, I fear you are in for a bit of trouble this year. This class is not your average English class. I'm not here to teach you grammar or basic literary analysis. I am here to teach you how to appreciate and evaluate great works. This will not do," he said shaking his head. "You are the brightest student at this school. Both you and Lily Evans are the brightest students I have ever seen, in fact. That is why I am not going to let you falter."

I bowed my head trying to hide my disgust. I wanted to tell him what absolute garbage this class was, and be done with it, but I held my tongue. "I will study harder, sir," I assured him.

The elderly man smiled. "I don't doubt that you will, but I have made other arrangements as well."

I raised an eyebrow. "Other arrangements?"

"Do you do any clubs or extracurricular activates?"

"Only chemistry club," I said cautiously. This was not shaping out to be a good conversation.

"How often do you meet?"

"Once every other week. Why, sir?"

"Very good," he said with a nod. He completely ignored my question and sat down behind his desk. "This will work out well."

As if on cue, there was a knock at the door. Remus Lupin stepped in shyly. He glanced at me nervously and then turned to Professor Howard. "Sorry I'm late, sir."

I was about to gag as I watched the old man beam. "Not a problem at all!"

"Should I leave you?" I asked, praying that he would say yes.

"No, Severus, Remus is here because I have already asked him to be your tutor."

My jaw nearly dropped. He was going to be MY tutor? Never in my life had I ever had a tutor! The idea was absolute degrading, and I was hair's breadth away from telling him that. "Is this necessary?" I asked trying to conceal my anger.

He nodded. "I think it is. Remus is wonderful at this kind of thing. He'll have you up to speed in no time."

I could have choked the old fool. Remus Lupin was his star student. It sickened me that he showed such blatant favoritism just because Lupin had won a few poetry contests. Poetry was absolute frivolous bullshit, if you asked me—which no one ever did. There was nothing special about Lupin. In Lupin's favor, he said nothing through this little meeting.

"Are you sure this is necessary?" I asked again.

Again, I was ignored. "I'll let you boys decide when and where to meet. You can go now."

Outside, I glared at Lupin for all I was worth. He didn't seem to care very much. In fact, he simply asked me, "When do you want to do this?"

"Oh, you think this is funny, don't you?" I spat.

He sighed and shook his head. "Why would I?"

Barely able to contain my anger, I stalked off. "Tomorrow after dinner," I commanded over my shoulder. I didn't care if it was convenient for him or not. Why should I give a damn about his schedule?

I brooded the whole way back to the Slytherin dorms. The Marauders were probably laughing their asses off about this. I could only imagine what those morons had to say. Why Howard couldn't have picked someone else—anyone else—was beyond me. It stung that on of "them" was going to see my humiliation, and where one of those bastards went the others were sure to follow. This was a damned catastrophe! Even dealing with that obnoxious Evans girl would be better than this.

I found the common room rather deserted. Rodolphus Lestrange and Lucius Malfoy were sitting playing a game of chess in front of the fire. Lucius looked up at me after making his move. "You look happy," he commented dryly.

I snorted. "I have to have a fucking tutor in lit class," I mumbled.

Lestrange's head snapped up. "You? Sweet Christ, I'm glad I didn't take that class then."

With Rodolphus' attention elsewhere, Lucius made his move to win the game. He never was one to miss an opportunity. "Who did they pair you up with? It's not that red haired thing that Potter's fucking is it?" he asked with a sneer. Lucius thought it was appalling that the school was giving out scholarships. He wouldn't be caught dead talking to anyone of that kind.

"Lupin," I replied.

Lucius sat back thoughtfully. "So instead of Potter's fuck buddy, you get Black's?"

"What?"

Rodolphus laughed. "It looks like he didn't know," he said to Lucius.

"There have been rumors," Lucius said in a rather blasé tone. "I always knew Lupin was a little faggot, but I never thought Black would be the one fucking him up the ass."

"While you two are sitting around talking about fags, I am going to go get laid," Rodolphus announced suddenly as he stood up. He had a long-term relationship with Bellatrix Black, Sirius' cousin, and by "relationship" I mean he had been sleeping with her for a year.

With Rodolphus gone, I took the seat opposite Lucius, and began resetting the board. Lucius was the only one who ever beat me at chess. We were both equally meticulous and calculating. Maybe that was why we got along so well. Neither of us minced words or wasted time. We couldn't be considered average teenage boys by any stretch of the imagination. My coldness was inborn, but Lucius' was something that had been drilled into him. His father was one of the most powerful men in the business world, and also one of the most hated. He thought nothing of buying and selling smaller companies for a gain with no regard to what it did to the employees. Someday, that legacy would belong to Lucius.

"So what are you going to do about it?" he asked taking one of my pieces.

"Hmph, as if I have a choice? Professor Howard all but threatened to fail me," I said darkly. Finally, I managed to take his knight.

"No one would dare tell me that." That was no lie either. Gregory Malfoy had donated more money to the school than anyone else. There was even talk of naming a new library after him. No, there wasn't a single person in the school who would make Lucius do anything he didn't want to do. I, however, was not Lucius Malfoy.

I lost the game mainly because I was too frustrated to focus on the pieces on the board. It annoyed me to no end that I was being forced to spend time with one of the Marauders, even if it was the quiet one. Lupin was less of an asshole than the others, but that was only because he said the least. Usually, he shrunk into the background when the others were about their mischief. Only once or twice, could I ever remember him making a rude comment, and that was normally only after I had baited one of the others. No, I was not going to take this lightly.

The next evening, I found Lupin waiting for me alone in the library. I was a little surprised that Potter and Black weren't hiding in the wings somewhere. He was sitting at a table deeply engrossed in a book. After a minute, I cleared my throat irritably. He set the book aside, and smiled at me. "Ready?"

I glared at him and sat down. "I don't think this is the best idea."

He shrugged. "What could it hurt?"

Not my grade, I thought dryly. Without a word, I pulled out my book, and flipped to the first act of The Merchant of Venice. To my dismay, Remus began reading off the roles, splitting them between us.

"I already read the play, Lupin. You don't need to read it to me," I snapped. My patience was already wearing thin.

"Yes, but this is the best way to study Shakespeare," he countered. "It gives you a better appreciation for it."

"I can't appreciate this idiotic bullshit. It's completely ridiculous! There is no reason to bother reading this, and I don't understand why they keep forcing it on us."

Remus laughed. The boy actually laughed! Yet, it wasn't as if he was making fun of me, or being malicious. "It is idiotic, but it's also very funny."

I rolled my eyes. "Trust you to find value in cheap humour."

I stood up to go, but he caught me by the wrist. "Wait. I promise I won't laugh anymore." He looked sincere, and I sat back down. "Now," he said calmly, "I wasn't joking when I said that it is the best way to study Shakespeare. It helps you remember things about the play, and even gives you a better feel for the characters. Even if you don't care about the content, I know you care about your grade."

There was no way I could really argue with that. Despite all of my moaning, I did care about my grades. I knew that my "dear" grandparents were never going to foot the bill for my college education. They only sent me to Hogwarts because it would have been such an embarrassment for a Prince, even only a half Prince, to go to public school. I made sure I took advantage of their "generosity" by working my ass off to get into a good university. I had my eye on MIT, and I was not going to screw it up with damned Shakespearean bullshit.

That night, we went through almost the entire first act together. Remus had much more enthusiasm for it than I did. He read each voice differently, and even managed to make certain bits dry enough to get me to smirk ever so slightly. I read for Shylock, and I began to suspect that he hadn't randomly given me the part. I let it go, because I wasn't going to drag this out any longer. An hour was more than enough for me.

While I packed up, I noticed Black appear from what seemed like thin air. He smiled at me with that twisted look of his, and I felt my blood begin to boil. "Learning anything, Snivellus?" he asked with mock concern.

"Why don't you worry about your own grades, Black? I think you might end up taking ninth grade algebra again if you don't," I fired back. Everyone knew that he had repeated several classes last year.

His featured hardened. "You fucking bastard!"

"Sirius! Leave him alone," Remus stepped in. He picked up his own bags. "We have to go meet James anyway."

"I'm sure Potter's missing his lapdog."

"Oh, that's it, Snape. You watch your ass!"

At that point I lost all control. "I thought it was only Lupin's ass you were concerned with."

Remus blanched, and I waited for the hit. It never came though. I saw that Lupin had a hold of Sirius' shoulders. "He's not worth it, Sirius."

The look in Black's eyes told me that it was far from over, but I was not going to be intimidated by someone like him. I had known bullies all of my life—I even owed half of my genes to one—and I was not going to be cowed by Black. The fact that someone else may be affected by grudge never entered my mind. I was more likely to write Lupin off as just another one of the bullies. After all, he was a Marauder.