UPDATE! I do not own Harry Potter in anyway.

And thank you to my beta Micherie! You are amazing!

This is only the only chapter that is updated right now, I will post more soon.

A/N Severus should have been nicer to Harry...

Harry was going to have a fun summer. It was his sixth year, well going to be his sixth year. Harry did something he didn't even know was legal until now. He just got himself a slave. And not just any slave, this one, helped make the past five years of his life hell! Harry went to an auction, and saw this man. People were betting, and finally when one man said a price that no one else would raise, Harry made his bid. The new slave was terrified, Harry knew that much. He was sold. To Harry Potter.


"Severus!" Harry called his name with a air of boredom and arrogance, as if he had better things to do, and knew that the person attached to the name would have no choice but to appear.

Severus did- "Yes?" Severus kneeled to his Master with a dark scowl on his face openly showing his contempt and anger.

Harry cleared his throat in warning, Severus said through clenched teeth, nearly hissing, "Yes, Master?"

"Well, I was going to ask you to come with me to the Ministry, to get your rights as a bonded slave in order. But since you clearly don't know how to talk to me, I think you can just stay here."

"My…rights, Master?"

"Yes, but you may stay here, since you either have no capacity for using any modicum of respect or courtesy towards me, or the terms are alien to you in general."

"I should have spoken differently. I…apologize, sir."

"So I take it that you want to come with me?"

Severus really hated his life; did Harry really think he would answer? Of course he did, because he said, "Answer me, Severus."

"Yes, I would like to come, if Master will let me."

Harry was enjoying this too much- he couldn't help but smirk. "In that case,will you behave? The more I trust you, the more rights you will be allowed. Understand?"

Bastard! "Yes, I understand."

"Good." Harry walked to the fire place, "I don't trust you to apparate us without doing something unwarranted and unpleasant to me."

Severus didn't even bother to protest, because it was true. "I'm sorry to hear that, Potter."

Harry didn't move, Severus waited. "What?"

Harry shook his head, "Disrespect. You will stay here, I'll be back."

Disrespect? What could I have done in the last 8 seconds? Severus didn't say anything; he waited for Harry to continue.

"If you can tell me what you have done wrong, you may still come."

Severus thought, "I spoke to you by your name. I slave may not do such unless given the right."

"Good." Harry grabbed the floo powder, "I will wait up to one minute. If you your not there I will continue without you." Severus nodded, and Harry said "Ministry of Magic, Slavery and Service." With that Harry was gone with the green flames.

Severus sighed and followed. He came to Harry who, was talking to a Ministry worker. Harry was given a stack of papers. He walked over to Severus, "I thought I would have to fill these out here, but I do not. Come." Harry went back to the fire place, and put a spell on the papers so they wouldn't get ruined in the travel. Harry was glad he was able to use magic as a minor now. With the acquisition of a slave, Harry's rights had been well attended to as well, in his opinion. "12 Grimmauld Place ."

Severus again followed. "Stupid boy." He said under his breath. Severus walked out of the fire place, and over to Harry, who was sitting in an armchair.

"Sit at my feet." Harry said without looking up from the paper he was reading. Severus did as he was told and waited. Harry finally looked at him, and said with a slow, knowing, and somewhat malevolent smirk,

"Since I'm a stupid boy, I'm going to go ask a friend to help me with these." Harry stood up from the chair. Severus stood up to follow, but Harry said, "I did not give you permission to follow. Sit." Severus sat back down. Harry wrote a quick letter, and went over to Hedwig. "Take this to Ron secretly, please." Hedwig hooted, and took off.

Harry looked at Severus, "Are you sure you don't want me to get Hermione? You look ill."

Severus felt ill, most of his rights, no, maybe all of his rights, in the hands of a Weasley. "No, Master. I'm fine." NOT!

Harry smirked and went back to his chair. Waiting.


Ron was playing chess with Fred when Hedwig came peaking at the window. Ron got up and rushed her in. Ron gave Fred a look, Fred rolled his eyes, and got left to go find George. Hedwig let Ron take the letter.

Ron,

I have…interesting news! Come to Sirius's old place, as soon as you get this owl. Tell Fred and George, but do not tell Hermione. Tell no one but Fred and George, if you tell them to come. I want some *Help.*

- Harry

P.S. Has to do with Snape!

"Fred! George!" Ron called, looking for his older brothers.

"What d'you want?" George asked, coming out of the bedroom as he wondered why his little brother was so irritatingly accurate with his ill-timing.

Fred was mumbling something like,"Every time!" on his bed.

George laughed at Fred quietly, then turned back to Ron. "What do you want?"

"Harry wants us to go meet him at Sirius's old place."

Fred was still pouting on the bed. "Let us guess, something Who-Know-Who related?"

"If it does, tel-"

"Will you two shut up! It has to do with Snape!"

"What?" Fred said sitting up now.

George rolled his eyes, at Fred. "You really want to go?"

Fred didn't answer right away, but ended up nodding. George sighed, and began walking downstairs to the fireplace. Ron and Fred followed. "We can't tell any one, I don't know why, but Harry said not to."

Fred and George nodded as one, saying in unison, "You go. We'll catch up."

Ron obeyed, and grabbed a handful of Floo powder, calling out, "12 Grimmauld Place!"


Ron arrived at 12 Grimmauld Place. "Harry!" Ron called. He saw Harry sitting on a chair with papers strewn about him, examining a couple in his hands. Ron went over and sat on the couch. "What was it you wanted help with?"

"Fred and George not coming?"

"They said they would catch up top us soon, so what about Snape?

Harry nodded. "Well… I'll just show you." Harry took his attention off of the papers. "Severus!" Harry yelled out. Severus appeared, with his eyes downcast and his jaw set. Ron's jaw dropped as he saw Severus kneel at Harry's feet.

"Yes, Master?" Severus asked, hoping that Harry wouldn't force him to put on a show for Ron.

"Stand." Harry said simply, and at the same time, Fred and George finally made their way out of the fireplace.

"What is Snape doing here?" Fred asked.

"What do you need help with?" George asked.

Harry pointed to the many papers, on his lap. George was confused, "If you wanted help with papers, shouldn't you have gone to Hermione?"

"No." Harry gave George a paper, and waited for him to finish reading it. George was smiling when he looked up.

"What is your name?" George asked Severus.

Fred looked at his brother, "That's Severus Snape, are you ok? How do-"

George shot Fred a look, that Harry caught as well... Fred had fallen quiet immediately though, and that did not go unnoticed by Harry.

Ron looked at George, while Severus gave Harry a pleading look. Harry shook his head, which meant Severus had to answer. "My name is, Severus, Mr. Weasley."

"What is your last name?" George asked, smiling cruelly.

Severus looked at Harry again, silently asking if he truly had to answer the question. Harry waited. Severus sighed, "My-my name…is Severus Potter."

Ron and Fred looked over at Harry, who looked like he was about to burst out laughing.

Fred took the paper from George, "Bloody hell!" His eyes went wide as he scanned it.

"I know!" Harry said before he could stop himself.

Ron was now laughing, Severus was deeply humiliated. He looked at Harry, "Did you need anything? Or did you just feel up to humiliating me?"

Harry was no longer smiling, Ron was no longer laughing, and Fred was now paying more attention to the group than the paper in his hands. Harry spoke, "Excuse me? I clearly misunderstood your tone and choice of words."

Severus was secretly glad of the second chance; Harry had just given him. He didn't want to be punished in front of people, or at all for that matter. "Would Master and his friends like anything?"

"I'm fine Severus. However, ask my guests for yourself."

Severus looked at them, with an menacing look that Harry didn't see. "Need anything?"

"N-Nothing," they replied, too awed to fully take advantage of the glorious opportunity presented. Severus turned to Harry to be dismissed. Instead Harry commanded,

"Sit at my feet, and say nothing unless spoken too. Understand?"

"Yes, Potter. " Severus sat down on the floor by Harry's feet. Harry couldn't help but smirk at the stubbornness with which his slave was insisting on defying him.

"Severus? What did you just call me?"

"Sorry, Sir. I will be in no more need of reminding, Master."

"I better not have to remind you again."

"Yes, Master."

Ron not really wanting to stop this, said anyway, "What did you want help with, Harry?"

"I want you guys to help me with these."

"What are they?" Ron asked.

"Severus's rights."

All went wide-eyed. Severus felt like he was going to be sick. Ron spoke, "You want us.. To.. Help you.. Ok. Tell me want you want me to do."

"Well, I'm going to let Severus teach at Hogwarts. B-"

Severus was glad Harry was letting him do that much. "Thank you, Master."

Harry didn't look at him, when he said, "I told you not to speak unless you were directed to, did I not?"

Severus looked back at the ground, "Yes, Master."

"So don't."

Severus nodded. He waited for them to continue. Harry then cleared his throat again, turning to look at Severus. Severus feeling the eyes of his master on him, and the feeling the tention of the silence he thought quickly of his mistake. "Yes, Master."

Harry smirked, nodded, and began to speak again, "However, even though he will be teaching at Hogwarts, it doesn't automatically equate to everything being the same as it once was."

"How so?" George asked.

"Well, things such as a wand, money, and certain other rights he will have to earn. I have other things to deal with."

Ron was grinning, "How will he earn them?"

Severus was looking at the over excited Weasley. "Mr. Weasley, stop grinning like a fool. You look ridculious." Severus spat, his anger causing him to forget for a moment that he wasn't supposed to speak.

Harry looked at Ron, "Were you talking to me or him?"

"I was talking to you, but I think I got an answer."

Harry glared at Severus, "You will not talk again. Or I will have to put your mouth to a different use. Understand?"

Severus nodded, but Harry wasn't having it. "Answer me."

"Yes, I understand."

"Good." Harry was enjoying this. He didn't like it that he was enjoying it. It was revealing a part of his personality that he had never expected or especially wanted to become prominent. "Ok. I want you guys to help with the behavioral aspect of this merit program."

Severus bit his tongue to keep from shouting. Ron was grinning, and the twins were wearing equally scheming smirks. "Severus will show Ron that he deserves a wand, and show you twins that he deserves the salary at Hogwarts."

All looked at Severus, who now really wanted to be dismissed. "Master? May I be dismissed?"

"I said, don't speak. What gave you the idea you could?"

Severus didn't answer. What would his punishment be? He knew that it was futile and weak, but he hoped that, despite his looks, Harry was different then his father. He hoped that he wouldn't have to do without teaching at Hogwarts or his wand. But then again, neither had to do with his mouth.

"Since a simple order of don't talk is to much for your mouth to handle. We'll put it to better use."

Severus gulped, and waited. "On your knees, and kneel to the floor." Severus did as he was told. "Use you mouth to lick my shoes clean."

Ron looked at Severus, Harry waited. Severus made no movement to follow the order. These shoes have been in two different fire places, four times. Harry has been outside in these shoes and god knows where else. "Sir, Master, pl-"

"You're still talking. Maybe I should find more for you."

Ron started laughing again, "Harry, maybe you should make him eat off the floor?"

"Weasel, shut that mouth of yours. Now."

Harry gave Ron a dirty look, then turned back to Severus. "Insulting my friends isn't going to get you anywhere."

Severus didn't say anything. He knew that if he wanted his rights back, he would have to earn it. He took a quick swift of his tongue to Harry's shoe. It made him sick, and angry. He didn't look up, he didn't want to be humiliated any more than he already had been. Severus was done after about fifteen minutes. "Master, may I speak?" Severus never looked up from the ground.

"Look at me and you may."

Severus looked up at Harry, "I wanted to ask a favor, Master. I do not deserve one, but may I ask?"

"You may ask, but no promises."

Fred, George, and Ron got up and went to the fire place. "Mum will have a fit if we're gone for too long."

Harry nodded shortly as Ron, then Fred disappeared into the green flames. George was the last, but Harry spoke just before he left. "George?"

"Yeah?"

"So what's going on between you and Fred?"

George went bright red, "How did you know? We were trying to keep it secret."

Harry shrugged, "Are you guys..." Harry trailed off figuring out how he wanted to word his sentance. "Are you guys together in a deeper relationship than just siblings?"

George nodded, "Yeah.." He mummbled, "You won't say a-"

"Don't worry, I won't say anything."

"Does R-?"

"No, Ron's still pretty clueless."

George looked over at Severus. Harry said, "He won't say anything either." Harry turned a stren look to Severus, "Will you?"

"No, Sir." Severus said, disgusted. Harry could tell by his voice that he was sickened. Harry gave Severus a deathly glare. Severus looked at the ground, and Harry looked back at George.

"See?"

George nodded his thanks and left with the green flames behind him. Harry turned back to Severus, "You wanted to ask me something?"

Severus nodded, "Will you be angry if I ask?"

"No, but I might be angry on how you ask, so be careful of your tone and word choice."

Severus sighed, "When we go to Hogwarts, in one week, will you.. If I…" Severus was furious that he had to ask, but he was still apprehensive of Harry's possible reactions. "If I do something that you feel is worth punishment. Can you punish me after classes?"

"So that no-one will see you being punished by your former, hated student?"

"Ah…yes, that's right, sir." Severus sighed inwardly.

"Well that depends. If you do something I believe is too foolish to let pass without comment, then I will not wait. But if it is of a lesser degree of insubordination of my rules for you, I will wait. Is that alright?"

"Yes." Not like he would have a choice.

Harry cleared his throat, in warning, and Severus quickly added, "Yes, Master."

"Good. Let me finish with these, and we can go eat."

Severus nodded, "Master?"

"Yes, Severus?"

"I'm grateful…thank you. I do have one other question, however. It would be… difficult to teach using your surname. May I allow my students and colleagues to address me as Professor Snape when we go back to Hogwarts?"

Harry stopped mid-signing, he looked up at Severus and smirked. "Embarrassed about being a Potter?"

Severus was silent, he really hoped he wouldn't be forced to answer that question, because he would inevitably be punished for his answer. Harry waited, and when Severus didn't answer he laughed, and went back to the papers. It was quiet for a half an hour, before Harry spoke,

"Are you hungry Severus? We can go to Diagon Alley or to Mrs. Weasley's home."

"Do I have a choice?" Severus sighed rudely.

Harry raised his eyebrows, "Ok, rules."

"Rules, Master?"

"Yes, Rule 1. You will speak to me with more deference than you did just now. That goes for my friends as well."

Severus nodded, not really wanting to make the night worse then it already had been.

Harry continued, ticking each point off on his fingers. "Rule 2. You will not insult me, my friends, or my family, because it won't matter where we are or what is being done, you will punished. Understand?" Severus nodded, but Harry wasn't pleased. "Answer me, with that mouth of yours that couldn't stay shut before. Which leads to Rule 3. You will answer me with words, not nods. And lastly, for now that is, you know that you are to address me using only Sir or Master. You break these rules, you will be punished understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good. And I'm sure you would rather go to Diagon Alley, correct?"

Severus nodded again. Harry grabbed Severus's shirt and pulled him to Harry's face. "Do you want to be punished again?"

"No, Master."

"So when I tell you to answer me you will do so without unnecessary attitude problems or obstinancy?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good." Harry let go of Severus, "Go to Diagon Alley, and I'll meet you there, I have to go tell someone I won't be able to dine with them tonight."

"Yes, Sir." Severus went to the fireplace, since he had no wand. "Diagon Alley." And was gone.

Harry waited a few seconds, then went into the fire place, calling out, "Malfoy Manor."