A/N Note that this is not my own work, but the work of one Paladeus. He never posted it here and posted it on another website. I have already contacted the author to ask permission to post his work here that for whatever reason was not posted here so that you may enjoy it.
I hope that those who read it enjoy it, and those who are writers themselves get inspiration from it to write their own version of it. I leave you now with the story.
The original location of the story is found on HPFFA under the same name (Both of the story and author)
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[Full Summary:] - These notes are to let everyone know what will be in this story so there are no bad surprises for reading. This story will have Hermione and Luna swear themselves to Harry in such a way as to legally be considered his slaves only to the effect of making sure no one, not even Dumbledore, can make them leave his side and to give them a form of protection. They will be in a relationship together beyond slave/master. The girls will phrase their oaths in such a way that they aren't truly considered slaves, but still fall under his rule as their Lord and Master for several reasons. Most importantly will be for a form of protection.
This is written in response to the challenge by Ranger Dragen. Therefore, it will be bound by his requirements. Check the warnings below to see the important things.
Hermione is a slave in title only. She will actually be Harry's primary love interest. Luna will be a slave for her own protection, but will have almost no restrictions and will be the Alpha!Slave. These two will be treated like queens. The other slaves, per challenge requirements, will be treated like regular slaves. Harry will not look at them as people, for the most part, but as property.
The challenge requires at least two rape scenes. One will be Ginny. She will be considered a sex toy and true slave when she comes in. The other will be Tonks for several reasons, which do not include her metamorphic abilities.
Dumbledore and the Weasleys are evil. Harry, Hermione and Luna are just a little evil, and dark. True dark. They will be working together for their own gains. They owe nothing to the wizarding world and find it is easily controlled, so they determine they will take it over and recreate it as they see fit. Their goals are light, gray-light. So, mostly good. But their methods are about as dark as they come.
Warnings: Rape (required per challenge eventually,) True dark Harry, Hermione and Luna,
Rating: M – Adult Situations, Language, Nudity, Sex, Rape, Blood, Gore, Fighting, etc.
Pairing: H/Hr/L
Alignment: DARK!EVIL!Harry/Hermione/Luna
Slaves: Luna L (Pseudo), Hermione G (Pseudo), Ginny W, Daphne G, Nymphadora T, Susan B
Key: "Speech", 'Thoughts', "Speech laden with magic", §Parsletongue§
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Luna stood silent vigil in the corner of the Room of Requirement where Harry had created a small refuge that appeared as a small, cozy home so he could be alone from everyone. It was what appeared to be the ground floor of a cottage-like home where the stairs led upwards, but did not have a second floor and many of the features were fuzzy, blank and looked to be off. Only having heard the words 'recreate my first home' repeated had let her know that this was based on his memories of Godric's Hollow. The outcast Ravenclaw cried silently as Harry mourned the loss of his godfather, Sirius Black and broadcast waves of misery, despair and pain.
Luna was not sure what he had learned while speaking with their headmaster, but she had felt the boy's magic flow through the castle's halls like a wildfire through a forest. Even the paintings had stilled as they felt the power interact with their enchantments, some even coming close to breaking. She had gambled on him coming here for time to think, since he was not allowed in the hospital wing after he had learned how close Hermione had come to truly being killed that night. He had nearly broken down the thick doors to the infirmary until Madame Pomfrey warned him against being there and sent him away with assurances that he could see his friends the next day. Any more power and the curse would have destroyed Hermione's heart. Her own magical aura had only just weakened it enough to leave her alive, but still heavily wounded though she would, thankfully, be mostly healed from it in a few days thanks to the matron healer's care. That, along with learning that he had been tricked by his most hated enemy which caused his godfather's death obviously tore Harry's heart into pieces.
Without making a sound, she walked over to him and sat beside him, inches from his side and stared at the wall where there was a blank canvas that he had apparently not been able to remember, just as he was. Harry made no motions of acknowledgement, but stayed silent for several moments until Luna turned to him and enveloped him in a hug. Harry's initial reaction was to tell her to leave him alone and push her away, but against his own wishes, his body shuddered and he found himself crying into her shoulder as she rubbed his back and held him tightly.
Luna lost track of time, but felt she held him during a good cry of easily a half hour before he finally got around to looking up at her for the first time, prompting her to speak. "Something I've learned in my years here is that, while it doesn't make things better, a good cry can make things a little more bearable," she whispered, making very sure not to let him go. As much as she knew it helped him, it also gave her a sense of comfort that she had been without since her mother had passed away since he was not letting go either.
Harry nodded slowly, cuddling back into the girl's embrace and taking strength from it. "I thought you would hate me. That everyone would."
Luna smiled warmly and kissed him gently on the cheek, trying her best to convey that his fears were completely ungrounded. She reached down and took his hand, bringing it up to her jaw line just under her left ear where she used his index finger to trace a small line where a scar was made about the length of his fingernail. "It's the only mark I got tonight. But it was laced with magic, so it couldn't be removed and-"
"I'm sorry," Harry said, sounding slightly distressed and looking at the girl pleadingly. "I didn't mean to make it happen."
Luna cupped his face and smiled again, stopping him before he continued again and calmed him down. "I'm thankful," she said quietly, brushing his bangs from his eyes. "It's a small bit of proof that I had friends who were willing to trust me to fight beside them to protect someone precious. You're the only person who has treated me with any kind of honesty and sincerity. You don't treat me as a mental patient, but a person. So, I am proud of this."
Harry's eyebrows knitted together as Luna spoke, getting confused. "But, it was my fault you got hurt! I-"
"No," she interrupted him gently. "You asked all of us to stay behind, but we chose to come. And it was because of you and your training we were able to survive a trap that you had no way of knowing was set up. Very few witches or wizards could have stood up to Voldemort's Inner Circle and come away with as few casualties. You gave us that ability. And I already know the others feel the same way."
"You've told me of your visions. They've been things that are impossible to confirm or deny or were something, such as with Mister Weasley, that was proven to be true and even saved his life. You had no one you could contact and did what you had to in order to save an important person to you." She pulled him close to offer what comfort she could, resting his head on her breasts and stroking his hair gently.
Harry soaked up the attention desperately, clinging to Luna as she comforted him in a way that he had not felt before. He had been physically close to Hermione a few times and received hugs from Mrs Weasley, but had never been comfortable with physical affection outside of that. After a few minutes of silence, he asked the question that first flittered through his mind when she sat next to him. "Not that I'm not thankful, but why are you here?"
Luna sighed, having enjoyed the brief respite with Harry and sad to see it go. Neither would be as contented to sit as they were again that night. "We need each others' help or we'll both get trapped in situations we cannot get out of."
Harry looked at the blonde curiously, silently asking for clarification, which she decided to provide. "Do you know what a magical oath is, Harry?"
"No," he said, wondering what was going on.
"A magical oath is just that. An oath you swear on your magic, your life, or something of that nature and your own magic enforces, making sure you keep your word. If I were to swear on my magic, my life or both to never lie to you while we were in the Room of Requirement, then I could not do so or I would lose whatever I swore on as soon as I did. My magic would enforce it, no matter what my intentions were. Do you understand?"
"I understand what the oath is," he said slowly, "but not why you're telling me."
Luna kissed him on the forehead as she pulled out her wand. "Just for luck. I, Luna Celeste Lovegood, hereby swear on my magic and my life that I will not knowingly lie to Harry James Potter and that everything I say tonight is, to the best of my knowledge, completely true. This oath's duration will be until we next leave the Room of Requirement. So mote it be." Her body flashed an amber-honey color briefly before she put her wand back behind her ear while Harry looked at her in confusion.
"Why did you do that? Didn't you just say you could die?"
"If I lie to you, yes," she said. "But, I need you to realize that I'm telling the truth and to believe me. If you don't, then we both will become slaves to controllers."
Now Harry was worried. "What do you mean?"
"Do you realize that I honestly cannot lie now? That the oath I took keeps me from it?"
Harry nodded, trusting the girl regardless, but finding it a plausible explanation for what she said and the light that flashed when she sealed the oath. They spoke regularly during and after DA meetings. He had found a form of kindred spirit within her and felt as close to her as he did Hermione, but in a slightly different way. Hermione had earned his trust and respect through action and having stuck with him through literally everything. Even Ron did not have that kind of history, which was why he was strongly wondering about their friendship. He would forsake Harry any time the school was against him or Harry had something that he wanted; status as a Tri-Wizard champion the most notable, along with his actions after learning about Harry's invisibility cloak and Firebolt. Luna had a life almost identical to his own, minus the physical abuse until she started Hogwarts, and he felt closer to her for that reason. They were very much alike, except he had Ron and Hermione where Luna had always been alone. It made him decide very early on to be there for her whenever she needed him. He would have done anything for a friend when he was alone, and he was sure she was much the same. He just had no idea how accurate he was.
"Then please realize, even when I say things that you think are impossible or not likely, that I am telling the truth."
"I'd have trusted you even without the oath," he said honestly, making Luna smile depreciatingly.
"I've a lot to tell you, and most of it is very, very bad. It's actually going to be very disheartening, especially now, but if you don't hear it before we go home for the summer, we will lose ourselves and any hope of having any kind of future that we will be happy or even content in."
"Go ahead," he said, sighing. The day was full of horrible news.
"The first thing I need to tell you is that I am a partial Empath and an Oracle. Not a Seer, but an Oracle."
"You say that like it's important, but I don't know the difference," Harry said with drawn eyebrows.
Luna scowled. Honestly, what was that old bat teaching in Divination! "A Seer makes prophecies where paths in time and people converge at various nexus points. She sees a single event and offers a riddle to explain the situation of that meeting in Time. An Oracle, however, can see the flow of Time based on various decisions a person makes instead of world-changing points in the time stream. I can look forward to see what happens if you choose to have orange juice or if you have pumpkin juice and see how that single choice affects the rest of the day and beyond."
Harry's eyes widened as he realized what she was saying. "You mean you can see the future to see what will happen if I wanted to do one thing or another so that I could make the right choice? Or you or Hermione or something?"
Luna winced, not happy that his mind went directly to where everyone's did. Everyone wanted an Oracle's power to make the 'right' choices and be used like tools, losing their humanity to whoever learns to control them. "Yes. I can't see all things, though. The more important the situation, the more complex the futures I see, which means the less of them I can observe. They are also more likely to be misinterpreted or fuzzy if they're so vast and the farther out that I go. I can see tomorrow with little to no problems, but I cannot see a month out for much beyond mildly important matters yet. As an example, I may see you kill someone, but where I could see it happening tomorrow, and get an understanding of the why of it, perhaps self defense, but if I were to see this happening in three months, I may not be able to tell if it is self defense or if they just made you angry or what. I may not even be able to see how you killed them, only that you did. I would try to base it on your personality to help, but it is not exact."
"Is that why you always pretend to be somewhat odd?" Harry asked gently, not wanted to offend his friend.
She smiled at him. "I always suspected you knew about how I acted. I do believe in many of the creatures I mention, but sometimes, I substitute them to speak in code for what I know is going on to try and help people subtly without being so obvious as to get caught. It's a part of the nature of an Oracle to need to be heard. I've had to hide the things I can do in fear of being found out. People like myself get used and enslaved against our will when we cannot hide our abilities."
Harry nodded, taking a deep breath. He wanted to ask this before his last question, but the other had come out first. "What about Sirius? Did you know he was going to die tonight?"
Luna jerked as if he had just slapped her, but nodded, speaking before he yelled when he took a deep breath. "If I hadn't allowed things to happen as they had, and tried to stop you, then Sirius would have lived through the night, but he would have died through torture in about a week, along with Hermione, though she would have been ... used ... for a long, long time by the Death Eaters and memory spheres sent to you to break you. They would have been far less protected outside of Hogwarts and Voldemort would have found them to be excellent targets to get to you since Dumbledore doesn't have Hermione's house protected by even a single ward."
Harry felt her shudder in his arms while she spoke and instinctively tightened his grip. He suddenly realized that she would have seen those things. Sirius went quickly, and it was supposed to be painless. And he would have destroyed everyone and everything in retaliation if they tried to hurt Hermione like that. "I ... Thank you. I don't know what I'd have done if that had happened."
"Yes you do," Luna said quietly, looking into Harry's eyes as he looked up in surprise. Then he stopped denying it. He was devoted to Hermione at a degree that honestly scared him. He had not grown up with friends or partners in things, no allies in any way to be honest, so he had no knowledge of limits on how much was too much. He was aware of this, too, so he actively tried to go against his instincts and, unfortunately, that usually meant siding with Ron and trying to be a little less obvious in his feelings for her.
Harry was, simply put, far more screwed up than he thought. He recognized his odd feelings for Hermione and thought they were wrong, that whatever they were was abnormal and too strong, maybe even obsessive, which scared the hell out of him. The truth of the matter was that it was simple love he felt. So, quite frankly, he was so screwed up that he was terrified of his feelings when he had fallen in love.
Unaware that Harry was examining the scope of his feelings for Hermione, or at least that he thought they were wrong, Luna continued, speaking in the same quiet, but sure tones. "If they hurt Hermione, you would have begun hunting down and destroying anyone who might even have a shred of information until you could find her, killing anyone who would dare harm her. You would have held no mercy and tortured every ounce of information out of anyone sympathetic to Voldemort, and then after rescuing her, you would have gone out to continue the job purely out of retribution, taking her memories to hunt down each and every one of them, letting her watch as you destroyed them in ones and twos," she said, getting quieter. "I've seen your rage and the dedication you would have taken in that path, just so she could feel safer at night."
Luna noticed his eyes drift to the floor in shame, the feeling tingling in the back of her mind as, while he felt shamed, he also felt it would be worth it for her, and she lifted his head back up so he could look into her eyes as she finished. "You would do everything in your power to find and protect her, Harry. To make her feel safe and know that the monsters in the dark have been destroyed. And that is nothing to be ashamed of. Do you understand me?"
Harry smiled a very small smile and nodded. "I do. Thanks." He hugged her again tightly, liking the feeling and knowing she did, too.
"You're welcome. But now I have a lot of bad news to give you. Things that will probably seem even worse than the rest of this night." She felt him stiffen in her arms and sighed.
"Harry, I am going to be blunt, because I can't think of a good way to say it gently," she said. "Dumbledore has been manipulating you with the help of the Weasleys and several others so that they can have your money, your political power, your properties and other such things."
Harry blinked, and then blinked again. "What?"
"Please remember I swore a magical oath to tell the truth, alright?" She asked, getting a terrified nod from the boy. "I'm going to tell you the things I've learned and then I'll explain why I'm telling you everything at the end."
Luna situated herself so that she could face Harry better since he pulled out of her hug. "Dumbledore is not a good man. He has become complacent in his power and does not wish to see it lost. You are a threat to that power as many see your having defeated Voldemort as a baby to make you the next coming of Dumbledore. He knows that it will come out that he is back, so Dumbledore is going to up his game and be even worse with the public calling for you to be the one to save them."
"Molly has plans to have Ginny seduce you, who already has plans to 'accidentally' walk in on you when you return to the Burrow while naked so that she can make sure you start thinking about her if nothing else, before resorting to love potions just like her mother did for Arthur."
"What!" Harry shrieked, sounding rather girlish. In hindsight, a manly yell would have been better. "She's Ron's sister! He'd kill me if I were to touch her! Much less see her naked!"
"Ron has similar plans for Hermione, only he plans on walking in on her and saying he thought it was you and that the two of you were close enough and did it at school so it wouldn't be considered weird," she said, smartly ignoring Harry's growl. "And he will be okay with it because it has always been the plan when Dumbledore got him to find your compartment in your first year. And really, have you ever seen every compartment full in the past? You've told many people how you met the Weasleys and Ronald in particular."
Harry shook his head dumbly, answering her question as thoughts trailed through his head. Molly was going to drug him? Ginny flash him? Well, okay, that would not exactly be horrible, she was pretty, but they were going to drug Hermione? Hell no! He would not have believed it, even threatened to hex the blonde girl for saying these things, but she had taken that oath. Swallowing, Harry decided to go from the beginning. "Okay. What do you know?"
"People I know you should be wary of are Dumbledore, Snape, Molly, Ron and Ginny Weasley, though I'm unsure of any of the others. Also, you know to suspect the usuals. I think Hermione is fully loyal to you, but that she still has to release her dependence on authority figures. She got much better after your second year from what I can remember of her attitude at that time, it seemed, but that seemed to be more because of that foolish teacher we all had."
"And Dumbledore's manipulations? Molly's? Do you know those ones?" Harry asked, giving up on being surprised. He would be pissed off later. Right now, he was basically numb inside.
"I'm unsure, as I can only see a little ways out from the present since you have several big decisions to make. But, I would recommend going to a healer and being looked over. My mother taught me to sense magic, it's how to see many of the creatures I mention, and yours seems off somehow. It fluctuates badly, and it shouldn't. Many parents place power blocks on their children to help control magical outbursts, but Madame Pomfrey should have found and removed them. Daddy could look for those, if you would like. He has to look for wards and such for when he goes on his hunts in case he finds magical locations that are protected. It isn't common, but happens, so he could check for you."
"I know Dumbledore has plans to control you, keep you separated from Hermione, gain control over your vaults and most likely have you die fighting Voldemort. Molly was actually a Slytherin, and rightly so. So her plans are simply for the betterment of her family."
"What do you mean separate me from Hermione?" He asked, ignoring the fact that the old man planned to have him die.
"Anyone who knows Ronald even in the barest of terms knows that he is power hungry and vengeful, liable to use his authority as Prefect against others, but he was chosen over you for the position when it is you always saving the school and those within. And knowing he plans to dose Hermione with a love and lust potion to keep her interested in Ronald, it only stands to reason that he wishes that outcome."
Harry growled and looked around, thinking furiously. Dumbledore was an enemy. He would have to die. No one hurt Hermione. She was too important.
"Harry, there is more to this," Luna said, finally letting her own worry show.
"Huh?" Harry asked, looking at the girl and taking note of her apparent worry. "What is it?"
"Like I said, I'm an Oracle and have very minor Empath abilities. I normally try to hide this, but Dumbledore has recently learned about it. I'm not sure how, but he did and had Snape brew some form of binding potion. Normally, I can't see the future of my own life, but I saw yours where I was being used against you under his command." Luna spun slightly and threw her right leg over Harry, straddling him, desperately trying to convey her urgency and fear and he could see it in her eyes. Their usual haze was gone and they shone with unshed tears as she pled with him for help.
"Harry, I can't be his! He'll force me to do horrible things and to work against you and I'll eventually just be this mindless ... thing that he pulls out whenever he wants to see about his every decision. If I belong to him, there will be no chance for anyone, for any of us, and he'll make things horrible! He's not Light! He is a horrible, horrible man!"
"I don't understand," Harry said, pulling Luna into a hug helplessly. "What can I do? Do you have a plan so I can help or anything?" He felt Luna nod on his shoulder before she pulled back and looked at him with tears trailing down her cheeks.
"As Lord Potter, you'll be able to protect me under certain conditions if I were to fall under your authority. As Lord Potter, you'll also be automatically emancipated since no one is allowed to have legal control over any Lord because of the authority and power it would give them. Being yours, he can't get me, and I will help you, as he wants me for himself, for protecting me. You won't make me lose myself. You'll make me happy, I know it. I'll be happy, you'll be happy and everyone who stands with us will have a chance for a real future."
"I still don't understand," Harry said quietly, confusedly. He just did not know how to help her.
"Do you trust me?" She asked, looking into his eyes as she hiccuped lightly now that her tears had slowed slightly.
Harry looked back into hers, seeing a a vulnerable and pleading expression and nodded, not sure what to say.
Luna smiled warmly and laid her head on his shoulder, sniffling wetly and shook with silently tremors as she prepared to do the only thing she could See that provided any form of happiness for either of them. She had spent a long time going through the different things she could do here, how much to tell him, how little, what to say and not say and her next action, especially. For all of her different options, this was the only one that she did not See ending with her becoming Dumbledore's puppet and Harry being outright killed within a month. But it still terrified her. This had been her mother's most horrified nightmare, to be bound, and Luna was about to do it willingly.
"Then, as Lord Potter, accept what I am about to offer," she said into his shoulder, taking what strength she could from him before leaning back and holding herself steady with her hands on his shoulders as she sat in his lap, one leg on the outside of his own on both sides of him. With only a slight hesitation, she leaned forward and kissed him on the lips, her tears stopping.
"Luna, wha-"
"Shh," she stopped him with a finger to his lips. "I just didn't want to do this without having a chance to do that freely." She pulled her wand from behind her ear and laid back down across his chest, resting her head on his shoulder again before speaking clearly and carefully after letting out a ragged breath to steady herself.
"I, Luna Celeste Lovegood, do hereby swear of myself in mind, body, soul and spirit with all that I am and have within this world as property of Lord Harry James Potter. I am his to do with as he pleases, allowed only to those I desire in coitus but am protected against being offered, given or sold to any other man and he promises to take care of me and my interests, so long as they never interfere with his own, and will be, from this point forward, his Alpha slave, to be under his protection and never sent away without my own consent."
She felt him take a deep breath to say something, so she quickly reached her hand up and covered his mouth gently, leaning back so they could see each other. "Do you, Lord Harry James Potter, accept this agreement with myself?"
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