Okay, I know that I'm already writing another story, but I've kind of lost the spark about it so here's another one to keep you company in the main while.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot bunny's

Summary: a year after Harry James's brother, Andrew James, has been proclaimed the Boy-Who-Lived, Harry gets send to an orphanage in the hopes that he will get adopted by a loving family with whom he doesn't have to be on the run from the Death Eaters. But just two days later several children from the orphanage gets abducted by wizarding slave traders Harry being one of them.

Prologue.

A little village outside Tokyo. Year: 1996. Three days before Christmas. 2:34 PM.

The snow was falling in heavy layers in front of the old Victorian-styled house making it even harder to leave. The tall dark hair male with water blue eyes and a few days old bristles, hugged his unconscious little ward a little closer under his long black leather coat like to protected him from the cold, before he took his first cautious step down from the front porch and into the knee high snow, shortly thanking all the gods for heating charms.

The wards hair was black too, but that was where the resemblance ended. Where the man was tall and muscular, the ward was small and only had a thin layer of muscles, where the man's hair only reached a little over the nap of his neck with a long fringe that kept getting in his eyes, the ward's hair was long enough to plait, in the man's right ear a silver trinket had been placed but the ward had never been allowed to pierce anything, instead a thick silver chain was placed around his neck and to it a little tag with the words: belongs to R.A.B, had been fastened. Actually the ward had turned sixteen, half a year ago and would have been considered an adult in the man's own country in half a year if he had been free. But to most he didn't look much older than fourteen, and the man knew it.

The man's name was Regulus Black and he had been on the run for little over eighteen years now. As a young wizard he had been encouraged by his parents to participate in a large society back in his home country, trying to bring the great Salazars wish to life and rid their world of all the unwanted muggleborns, it had soon attracted a lot of the more questionable characters in the wizarding-world, and it had rapidly proceeded from a purification quest to a club for sadists.

It was around that time that he overheard their leader tell his second in command about something called horcruxes. Basically it was when a person split its soul into little pieces and captured it in objects. And he had already made seven. That was then Regulus realized that the man had to be stopped. Salazar would never have wanted this and if he had he would have had to have been mad.

At first he had tried to just work undercover and slowly get the leader to tell him where he had hid them, and in the beginning it work. He soon found the first one in a cave and brought it back to his mother's house, but somehow the leader realized what had been done.

That night they had ransacked his mother's house, but he hadn't been there and when he returned it was to find his mother in a puddle of blood in the hallway. It was like something just clicked for him then and there, and the next thing he remembered was standing in front of an international floogate saying Italy and being swept away by the green flames.

For three years he had just drifted around the globe, drinking till he couldn't stand, shagging everyone that would let him. Then one day he had wakened to remember what he had been doing before the dead of his mother and already a few hours later he stepped back through the same floogate he had left through years earlier. It didn't take long to find out that the old leader had been defeated by a baby, but he knew that the man would return with the help of the soul-pieces if they didn't destroy them.

Five years later he still hadn't destroyed any of them, but he now knew where to find two. One was still at his mother's house and one had been given to the Malfoys to protect. He himself were starting to look more and more like a bum do to his obsession, which were disturbing his sleeping and eating habits, and he was slowly starting to feel lonely. That was why he decided to get a slave, a houseelf would keep an eye on his health but they weren't that good company and a dog would be good company but wouldn't care one bit about his health.

Walking around at the auction he was having his fair bit of trouble finding the right one. Most of them were too expensive for him and the one he could pay for where too old, too wild or too young, (and he really didn't want to start changing diapers). He was just about to leave the fence to the cheapest slaves, a very sad bunch, when he noticed a young boy, looking around five years old, sitting in the middle. Like all the others he was naked and it was clear from all his brushes and sickly thin build that he had been abused badly, his hair had been shaved off for some unknown reason making the lightning shaped scar on his forehead and his dull green eyes look gigantic while they were staring unseeingly at the ground, he was clutching a very dirty, stuffed, black toy-dog, that looked like it had had a leg ripped off and someone had tried to sew it back on without much luck, most likely the boy himself.

Two hours later he found himself leading the boy to his hotel room by his leash. He had clearly been trained good, always walking two steps behind him to his left. His papers had reviled that his name was Cato and that he actually had been seven for four days now. He unlocked the door and motioned for Cato to go in first. He was now wearing a pair of black trousers and a black t-shirt from the auction house, his toy-dog still clutched in his arms.

Moving to remove the leash, the boy flinched, moving a step away from him just out of reach. He looked sadly at the boy; this was going to take a while.

"I'm just going to remove the leash" He said softly, the boy immediately relaxing a little. He slowly moved to do as he had just said he would. Hanging the leash on the coat rack he motioned for Cato to take a seat on the bed while he sat down on the only chair in the small room.

He looked at the boy for a long time, taking in everything from the empty stare to the excessive grasp on the broken toy-dog. Now he had absolutely no idea why he bought him, he was most likely insane, had clearly been a pleasure slave and it would probably take a lot of work to teach him the basic stuff in a household, such as cocking, and even then he would have to win his affection if he wanted him for just the company. But he couldn't just leave him there, he wanted to help him, wanted to show him that not the whole world was made of evil.

"Who is your friend?" the boy flinched as he was dragged back from his own thoughts and turned his questioning eyes to him, clearly not having heard his question.

"Who is your friend?" He motioned to the toy-dog as to let him know what he was talking about.

The boy immediately grasped the dog closer to his chest his eyes turning scared.

"I'm not taking him from you, I'm just asking for his name." He made sure to use a soft, low tone with him as not to scare him even more and even then the boy was looking a bit confused, but just as he was about to give up and ask something else the boy answered.

"Pafoo." His voice was low and horse as if it hadn't been used for anything but screaming in weeks.

"Pafoo? That's a nice name. How did he get hurt?" something akin to astonishment was slowly replacing all the scared in his eyes.

"Old master tore him over." Now that he was putting words together he could hear the distinct German accent.

"Do you want me to fix him?" his eyes grew big as he started shaking his head negative. "You could hold him while I do it, it would only take a second." He looked like he was contemplating it for a moment, then, very slowly, he gave his consent.

With slow predictive motions, he cautiously removed his wand from the holster on his left arm and cast a reparo charm on the toy that was now being held out to him.

A look of happiness instantly spread across Cato's face as he hugged Pafoo whispering soothing words in German in its ear. Then he looked right at him with a shy smile.

"Thank you, master. Thank you very much."

Now, nine and a half years later, Cato was like a son to him. The boy had come a long way since the abuse from his first and only owner before Regulus and even though he still had nightmares when he slept alone and never left anywhere without Pafoo whom he had regular conversations with, he had still become a great hunter and was even the one to figure out from his many tales of his life as a Death Eater, that Nagini had to be a horcrux and hunted down and killed her when he was twelve. It was also on Cato's wish that they had started to hunt other evil objects, which was the reason why Regulus was now carrying him through the high snow in the front garden of an old Victorian house just outside of Tokyo.

The possessed doll had nearly choked his little ward, but now he was just unconscious, the doll however was gone forever. It sure had been a close call this time. Maybe it was time for an easy mission, one that wouldn't take too much out of Cato, one that would allow him to take out that cursed sword stationed in the Museum of London without endangering the boy. Yes, Cato would go collect the Slytherin's locket from his mother's house, while he made sure the sword never drove anyone insane again. As soon as Cato woke up, they would be off to London.