Tear it all Away 4/? SS/HP
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eriador117Title: Tear it all Away 4/?
Author: Eriador117
Pairing: Severus/Harry
Rating: NC-17 overall
Summary: Harry Potter, the young Earl of Godric's Hollow saw his parents murdered before he was abducted himself. He lives for one thing and one thing only: vengeance.
Contents & Warnings: Chan, violence, non-con, torture, religious imagery, crossdressing.
A/N: Inspired by the anime and manga Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji. Could be considered a fusion with HP, but it will not necessarily follow either storylines exactly.
Yana Toboso owns Black Butler and JK Rowling Harry Potter. No money is made from these stories. Just for fun, not for profit.
Previous Parts
Part 4
"Good afternoon. Lady Dursley, Sir Dursley, Master Dursley." Severus swung the door wide as he greeted his master's relatives. They didn't have titles, but Severus knew how much they hankered after anything that would bring them up in the world. He called them by titles to draw attention to the fact that they didn't have any. It was amusing to see their reactions: pleasure at being so addressed warring with whether or not they should admit to the butler that they didn't in fact deserve them. Pride, that was Petunia Dursley's sin. Petunia was tall, thin and bony, elbows and shoulder blades sharp enough to cut. Severus had never seen her smile; her lips were always pursed in distaste, as if she'd been sucking on lemons.
Now, Vernon, it was too easy to guess his sin: gluttony. Shorter than his wife, but almost three times as wide, the buttons on Vernon's waistcoat (a garish purple and gold affair decorated with swans) stretched so taut across his ample belly that the buttons looked in danger of flying off and hitting someone in the eye at any moment. Three chins wobbled on Vernon's short neck and he wheezed with exertion, as if the walk from the carriage to the doorstep was a hundred league trek.
Dudley Dursley had the bulk of his father and the same distasteful look on his face like his mother. He was so large that rolls of fat spilled over the top of his boots. The boy had been trying valiantly to grow a moustache, but it looked like he had a hairy, brown caterpillar decorating his top lip. Severus reined in his amusement.
"About bloody time!" Vernon groused, earning him a reproving look from his wife.
"Language, Vernon!"
Vernon ignored her and carried on ranting at Severus. "Do you know how long we've been waiting here?"
Hardly any time at all, since I opened the door as soon as you knocked.
But rather than saying what was truly in his mind, Severus plastered a false smile on his face and bowed. "I do apologise if I've kept you waiting. Luncheon will be served in the dining room. If you'd please follow me?" Severus didn't bother to look behind him as he led the way to the dining room. It was a medium sized room at the front of the house overlooking the street outside.
Harry was already seated at the head of the table when Severus pushed the door open, but stood up to greet his guests, despite his dislike of them. Severus was proud of his young master's manners, he'd learned from his parents and from Severus too. How he would have turned out if he'd ended up with the Dursleys, Severus didn't want to contemplate. "Please, have a seat." Harry waved to the other place settings, the blue diamond on his hand catching the light. "Severus will be serving lunch shortly."
"Good job too, I'm starving!" said Dudley as he settled his bulk into one of the chairs, which creaked in protest.
Vernon tried to squeeze himself into one of the chairs before pulling it out from the table, his face getting redder and redder at the attempt. He grunted in defeat, before pulling the chair out and sat down, his arse hanging down either side of the seat. "I don't know why they make chairs so small these days."
"Allow me, my lady," said Severus as he pulled out Petunia's chair for her. She didn't bother to thank him; there wasn't even a hint of a smile on that stern face.
Vernon picked up the silverware and weighed the knife in his hand. "These must be worth a pretty penny, eh?"
"Discussing money at the table is vulgar," said Harry.
Vernon flushed and dropped the knife as if it had burned him. "Oh, it's all right for you, sitting there, all high and mighty as if you're better than the rest of us. It could have been Petunia married an earl and got all this instead of you."
"Well, she didn't marry an earl, did she uncle? She married you instead."
Vernon clenched his hands as if he wanted nothing more than to wrap them around Harry's throat. Severus would protect his master from the likes of Vernon Dursley and anyone else who would do him harm. Severus looked to Harry, who nodded that it was time to serve the soup.
Severus placed the tureen in the middle of the table and ladled out the soup, starting with Harry and ending with Dudley. Dudley trailed his spoon through the orange liquid, but made no move to eat it. Vernon had already started in on his, slurping his way through the first course. "What is it?" Dudley asked.
Severus was tempted to reply that it was the blood of Harry's enemies, but he didn't think his master would appreciate his dark humour in this instance.
"It's pumpkin soup," said Harry.
"Pumpkin?" echoed Vernon, his mouth so full of soup that some of it dribbled back down into the bowl. Severus and Harry both shuddered when he ate it again. "I've never heard of pumpkin."
"It's from the Americas. A type of gourd," said Severus.
Both Petunia and Vernon nodded, but Severus would bet his master's soul that neither of them knew what a gourd was either. There was silence as everyone ate their soup, or in the case of Vernon, who dribbled most of his. Severus stood by the sideboard and waited until everyone was finished before clearing their plates. He served everyone a lemon sorbet next to cleanse their palates before the next course of salmon mousse.
Petunia pecked at her food and looked anywhere but at Harry.
"What's the reason for your visit today?" Harry asked at last. He'd already confided in Severus that the Dursleys only ever came to visit when they wanted something. It was never just a social call for a chat.
"Can't we just visit our nephew?" Petunia set down her sorbet spoon and fiddled with her napkin.
"Why would you want to visit someone you dislike so much?" Harry retorted.
"We never said that!" blustered Vernon.
"You don't have to. I know you don't like me. You're envious of me, of the material things I have. Don't you think I would give it all away if I knew it could bring my parents back to me? But it won't. I need to keep my status in society so I can find out what happened to them. Doors would close to me if I was no longer an earl, or thought to be well-off. I need those doors open to me."
"It's not right!" said Petunia. "A child, having all that money, all that power when we're almost destitute!"
"Destitute?" Harry laughed sarcastically. "You're hardly that. My mother left your family well provided for, Petunia. What, the house in town and the one in Surrey not good enough for you? The yearly stipend of two thousand a year? Dudley's school fees? You are not destitute, far from it."
Vernon mumbled something under his breath.
"What was that?"
"Dudley's been expelled from Smeltings, for fighting. I want to send him to Eton."
"You can send your son to whatever school you like, Uncle, but it won't be with my money. The will was quite clear on that point. Dudley's school fees would be paid as long as he behaved himself like a gentleman. Since he can't even seem to do that much right, you've forfeited the rights to school fees for him."
Vernon stood up, puffing out his chest. "You can't do that to us! You're family! You have to help us!"
"Family? My mother talked about you all the time. She wrote to you but all her letters came back unopened. You never came for a visit; never saw my mother once she married my father! You were so jealous of her, Aunt Petunia. That she got to marry an earl and you ended up with a merchant. You couldn't even be happy for her, could you? Instead, you let the bitterness and regrets fester until you'd heard she was dead. Even then, you didn't seem to care that you'd never see your sister again. All you cared about was the inheritance she left you. If Dudley got expelled from school, that's his problem not mine."
"We'll get a solicitor! This can't be right! We'll sue you for every penny you have!"
"Do you really think you'd win?" Harry asked coldly. "You would be wise not to cross me. I don't take kindly to threats. Severus, see them out, would you?"
"It would be my pleasure, my lord," said Severus, smirking.
"We'll go to the authorities!" Vernon protested. "You should be in school!"
"Lord Harry doesn't need to go school if he doesn't wish to," said Severus. "He has the best tutors money can buy, don't worry, his education is being seen to."
"I don't care about his bloody education!" snarled Vernon.
"No, of course you wouldn't. You just want him out of the way, don't you? Hide him away at some awful boarding school, maybe even arrange an accident there so that you can sneak in and grab his inheritance. Well, it won't work, Dursley. If anything happens to my charge, your family won't see a penny. Instead, the money will be given to the London Hospital for the Poor. And if you keep spending money at the rate you're going, you might end up in a poor house too, and there will be no help from my master."
"You selfish brat!" Vernon made a jump for Harry, but Severus was too quick for him and pulled Vernon's arm around his back. It was satisfying to hear the bone crack. Vernon wailed in agony. Oh, such music to Severus' ears.
"That's enough, Severus!"
"Sorry, my lord. I was only trying to protect you."
"I know. Just get them out of my house. I never want to see them again."
"As always, your wish is my command."
TBC
Author: Eriador117
Pairing: Severus/Harry
Rating: NC-17 overall
Summary: Harry Potter, the young Earl of Godric's Hollow saw his parents murdered before he was abducted himself. He lives for one thing and one thing only: vengeance.
Contents & Warnings: Chan, violence, non-con, torture, religious imagery, crossdressing.
A/N: Inspired by the anime and manga Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji. Could be considered a fusion with HP, but it will not necessarily follow either storylines exactly.
Yana Toboso owns Black Butler and JK Rowling Harry Potter. No money is made from these stories. Just for fun, not for profit.
Previous Parts
Part 4
"Good afternoon. Lady Dursley, Sir Dursley, Master Dursley." Severus swung the door wide as he greeted his master's relatives. They didn't have titles, but Severus knew how much they hankered after anything that would bring them up in the world. He called them by titles to draw attention to the fact that they didn't have any. It was amusing to see their reactions: pleasure at being so addressed warring with whether or not they should admit to the butler that they didn't in fact deserve them. Pride, that was Petunia Dursley's sin. Petunia was tall, thin and bony, elbows and shoulder blades sharp enough to cut. Severus had never seen her smile; her lips were always pursed in distaste, as if she'd been sucking on lemons.
Now, Vernon, it was too easy to guess his sin: gluttony. Shorter than his wife, but almost three times as wide, the buttons on Vernon's waistcoat (a garish purple and gold affair decorated with swans) stretched so taut across his ample belly that the buttons looked in danger of flying off and hitting someone in the eye at any moment. Three chins wobbled on Vernon's short neck and he wheezed with exertion, as if the walk from the carriage to the doorstep was a hundred league trek.
Dudley Dursley had the bulk of his father and the same distasteful look on his face like his mother. He was so large that rolls of fat spilled over the top of his boots. The boy had been trying valiantly to grow a moustache, but it looked like he had a hairy, brown caterpillar decorating his top lip. Severus reined in his amusement.
"About bloody time!" Vernon groused, earning him a reproving look from his wife.
"Language, Vernon!"
Vernon ignored her and carried on ranting at Severus. "Do you know how long we've been waiting here?"
Hardly any time at all, since I opened the door as soon as you knocked.
But rather than saying what was truly in his mind, Severus plastered a false smile on his face and bowed. "I do apologise if I've kept you waiting. Luncheon will be served in the dining room. If you'd please follow me?" Severus didn't bother to look behind him as he led the way to the dining room. It was a medium sized room at the front of the house overlooking the street outside.
Harry was already seated at the head of the table when Severus pushed the door open, but stood up to greet his guests, despite his dislike of them. Severus was proud of his young master's manners, he'd learned from his parents and from Severus too. How he would have turned out if he'd ended up with the Dursleys, Severus didn't want to contemplate. "Please, have a seat." Harry waved to the other place settings, the blue diamond on his hand catching the light. "Severus will be serving lunch shortly."
"Good job too, I'm starving!" said Dudley as he settled his bulk into one of the chairs, which creaked in protest.
Vernon tried to squeeze himself into one of the chairs before pulling it out from the table, his face getting redder and redder at the attempt. He grunted in defeat, before pulling the chair out and sat down, his arse hanging down either side of the seat. "I don't know why they make chairs so small these days."
"Allow me, my lady," said Severus as he pulled out Petunia's chair for her. She didn't bother to thank him; there wasn't even a hint of a smile on that stern face.
Vernon picked up the silverware and weighed the knife in his hand. "These must be worth a pretty penny, eh?"
"Discussing money at the table is vulgar," said Harry.
Vernon flushed and dropped the knife as if it had burned him. "Oh, it's all right for you, sitting there, all high and mighty as if you're better than the rest of us. It could have been Petunia married an earl and got all this instead of you."
"Well, she didn't marry an earl, did she uncle? She married you instead."
Vernon clenched his hands as if he wanted nothing more than to wrap them around Harry's throat. Severus would protect his master from the likes of Vernon Dursley and anyone else who would do him harm. Severus looked to Harry, who nodded that it was time to serve the soup.
Severus placed the tureen in the middle of the table and ladled out the soup, starting with Harry and ending with Dudley. Dudley trailed his spoon through the orange liquid, but made no move to eat it. Vernon had already started in on his, slurping his way through the first course. "What is it?" Dudley asked.
Severus was tempted to reply that it was the blood of Harry's enemies, but he didn't think his master would appreciate his dark humour in this instance.
"It's pumpkin soup," said Harry.
"Pumpkin?" echoed Vernon, his mouth so full of soup that some of it dribbled back down into the bowl. Severus and Harry both shuddered when he ate it again. "I've never heard of pumpkin."
"It's from the Americas. A type of gourd," said Severus.
Both Petunia and Vernon nodded, but Severus would bet his master's soul that neither of them knew what a gourd was either. There was silence as everyone ate their soup, or in the case of Vernon, who dribbled most of his. Severus stood by the sideboard and waited until everyone was finished before clearing their plates. He served everyone a lemon sorbet next to cleanse their palates before the next course of salmon mousse.
Petunia pecked at her food and looked anywhere but at Harry.
"What's the reason for your visit today?" Harry asked at last. He'd already confided in Severus that the Dursleys only ever came to visit when they wanted something. It was never just a social call for a chat.
"Can't we just visit our nephew?" Petunia set down her sorbet spoon and fiddled with her napkin.
"Why would you want to visit someone you dislike so much?" Harry retorted.
"We never said that!" blustered Vernon.
"You don't have to. I know you don't like me. You're envious of me, of the material things I have. Don't you think I would give it all away if I knew it could bring my parents back to me? But it won't. I need to keep my status in society so I can find out what happened to them. Doors would close to me if I was no longer an earl, or thought to be well-off. I need those doors open to me."
"It's not right!" said Petunia. "A child, having all that money, all that power when we're almost destitute!"
"Destitute?" Harry laughed sarcastically. "You're hardly that. My mother left your family well provided for, Petunia. What, the house in town and the one in Surrey not good enough for you? The yearly stipend of two thousand a year? Dudley's school fees? You are not destitute, far from it."
Vernon mumbled something under his breath.
"What was that?"
"Dudley's been expelled from Smeltings, for fighting. I want to send him to Eton."
"You can send your son to whatever school you like, Uncle, but it won't be with my money. The will was quite clear on that point. Dudley's school fees would be paid as long as he behaved himself like a gentleman. Since he can't even seem to do that much right, you've forfeited the rights to school fees for him."
Vernon stood up, puffing out his chest. "You can't do that to us! You're family! You have to help us!"
"Family? My mother talked about you all the time. She wrote to you but all her letters came back unopened. You never came for a visit; never saw my mother once she married my father! You were so jealous of her, Aunt Petunia. That she got to marry an earl and you ended up with a merchant. You couldn't even be happy for her, could you? Instead, you let the bitterness and regrets fester until you'd heard she was dead. Even then, you didn't seem to care that you'd never see your sister again. All you cared about was the inheritance she left you. If Dudley got expelled from school, that's his problem not mine."
"We'll get a solicitor! This can't be right! We'll sue you for every penny you have!"
"Do you really think you'd win?" Harry asked coldly. "You would be wise not to cross me. I don't take kindly to threats. Severus, see them out, would you?"
"It would be my pleasure, my lord," said Severus, smirking.
"We'll go to the authorities!" Vernon protested. "You should be in school!"
"Lord Harry doesn't need to go school if he doesn't wish to," said Severus. "He has the best tutors money can buy, don't worry, his education is being seen to."
"I don't care about his bloody education!" snarled Vernon.
"No, of course you wouldn't. You just want him out of the way, don't you? Hide him away at some awful boarding school, maybe even arrange an accident there so that you can sneak in and grab his inheritance. Well, it won't work, Dursley. If anything happens to my charge, your family won't see a penny. Instead, the money will be given to the London Hospital for the Poor. And if you keep spending money at the rate you're going, you might end up in a poor house too, and there will be no help from my master."
"You selfish brat!" Vernon made a jump for Harry, but Severus was too quick for him and pulled Vernon's arm around his back. It was satisfying to hear the bone crack. Vernon wailed in agony. Oh, such music to Severus' ears.
"That's enough, Severus!"
"Sorry, my lord. I was only trying to protect you."
"I know. Just get them out of my house. I never want to see them again."
"As always, your wish is my command."
TBC
