A Harem Full Of Hurt

Chapter One

Severus twisted and turned in his cot, trying to get comfortable despite the lashes across his back. Lucius had been sold three days ago; his friend had kicked and fought all the way out of the trade building, Draco had cried despite himself. Eventually it had truly sunk in to both of them that they were not safe because of their names or titles and especially not because of their old associates. Four of the "old stock" had been disposed of in the past week; they hadn't been sold fast enough apparently.

Draco was too young to remember the last time a kingship had been held by a Slytherin. But Lucius and Severus could, they had both been five when King Marcius Peverell had died and the throne had been taken over by the closest relative, who had been Charlus Potter, a lord in Gryffindor. The Kingship had been handed down to James Potter at the untimely demise of Charlus and Dorea. Then the rebellion had struck and both he and Lucius had felt gravely wronged by the crown moving out of their kingdom, despite not understanding the reasons for it. They had been young and foolish and drunk on the stories of their fathers. Then they had tried to get out of the rebel groups, tried desperately, and in return had been betrayed by their old comrades and sold to traders from the outer plains when they had passed through Slytherin. Draco had been taken with his father, and Narcissa had been killed when she had returned to the kingdom. The more vindictive scholars had named it the Malfoy Tragedy.

Severus resisted letting out a moan of pain, he couldn't give them the satisfaction. They wanted to break him and destroy his sense of humanity. He had too much pride to let that happen without a fight. Draco was doing his best to stand up for himself, but he was only a child and would break soon enough, especially with his father so far away.

He hesitated to fall asleep as he could feel a fever seeping in.

"He's been here for re-education for almost ten weeks now. After his master brought him to us we have been trying to train him correctly, but we're nor quite done yet. Are you sure the prince would like this one? We have plenty of others that are ready to go back on the market." Patchet, the man in charge of sales had obviously brought a customer, a woman if the sound of heels on the cold stone was anything to go by.

"Yes. I am sure the prince will find them suitable." The woman said quite firmly. The woman and man came into view. She was older and had a wizened look in her eyes that made her look as if she had seen the world in its entirety. She was dressed in a simple deep green dress that was similar to something a middle class woman would wear, but it had the royal coat of arms sewn onto the breast. The colour suggested someone of higher standing inside the castle staff. She peered through the bars that separated the free people from the slaves. She examined him closely, and then moved on to look at Draco.

"Shall I have them brought out and presented to you?" The seller seemed eager to display them.

"No, in fact I shall take them now." The seller was taken aback by the purchase and stood in place for a moment in shock before calling for a slave and have him take both the man and the boy out of their cells and prepped for travel, which generally meant drugging the slaves.


Harry hated having his hair cut. It was a despicable act that should only be undertaken in the most despicable of circumstances, and it was just his luck that this was the most despicable. The coronation was tonight and he would be required to… accept a present from the court. He had turned seventeen barely a day ago and was now preparing for his… crowning. It took him a while for the circumstances to sink in, but the High Protector was no longer holding the kingdom as of tonight at least.

"You have grown." Remus looked almost sad at the prospect of his masters' son "leaving the nest" so to speak. Remus had basically raised him after his parents' death. While he had basically inherited the man, he had never seen him as property or even as less than human, despite his status as a werewolf.

"Yeah, I guess. But, you will always be like a father to me, you know that right?" Harry peered up through his bangs to watch the young werewolf. He had made arrangements with Albus and Minerva that tonight he would free Remus publicly and allow him to work in the palace as a free man. If he wanted to of course, Harry had no desire to free the man only to restrict him.

"I would hope that I had been something similar to what your father wanted. You have grown into a fine young man, and I think you will make a wonderful king." The two shared a smile before Remus pulled the brush harshly through his hair, causing Harry to yelp in slight pain. Both collapsed into laughter.

Harry had always thought that seventeen was so far away that he would be much older before he claimed the throne and know how the world worked. But now, as he sat laughing with his pseudo father, he could tell that he had a long way to go still in learning how to rule a country.

"You know the story of how I came into your fathers service, right?" Remus asked after they had calmed down some. Harry nodded. He had heard the story almost a thousand times. On the day of his fathers' coronation he had been given a personal slave, "to help ease the burdens of ruling" was the phrase that was often used. James hadn't wanted a slave at all but had accepted, knowing that Remus may have gone to someone who had no intention of being kind. They had been together ever since, even through his engagement to Lilly.

"The tradition is to give the ruling monarch a slave on the day of his coronation. Your father got me, and the ladies of court I believe are all putting something together for you." Harry grimaced; he didn't want to own another person. He felt it was wrong.

"Could they not?" He questioned weakly, earning a chuckle from the werewolf.

"I'm afraid not." Harry let out a huff and vowed to pout for the rest of the evening.


Tom Riddle had never had much luck with his masters. They were either sadistic or uncaring. The last one had beaten him half to death and effectively made him cease caring about what happened to him. The Traders Den was legendary for its reputation of selling broken slaves who had lost the will to live. Tom could now fairly say that applied to him.

"And how much for that one?" The negotiation had been going on for almost an hour, whoever this was she was collecting a large amount of slaves. Workers most likely. Three had already been agreed on so far and now he was on the table as well. He hated the feeling of being little more than meat, a thing.

"You can have that one. It is nearing death anyway, better to take it off my hands." The trader sneered, smacking the cage bars with a stick. Tom knew better than to react. He wanted to just die, but instead he was pulled from the cage and stood up. The man who looked him over wasn't tall by any means, in fact he was too short to really be considered a threat, but he averted his eyes anyway. Two more slaves were pushed forwards to be examined. One was a slender young man with short black hair and the large letters VA had been branded into his chest as well, a Veela then, or part Veela. The other was a sickly looking boy, also a redhead, who was obviously weakened and dying. He would be useless as a labourer, but if he recovered well Tom could see the boy serving in someone's' bed. Perhaps that was the designation of this one before he grew too sick to be of any use.

"The short one had a twin, but they was separated at an auction." The trader slurred, obviously drunk. Tom would have sneered at the man if he was normal, but as it was, he was in no condition to even move a muscle. His body felt like lead as he stood, wanting to collapse. The other two slaves barely fared any better.

"Hagrid, take them to the cart, they will need them at the palace immediately." The short master squeaked before heading off in the direction of the larger auction houses. Tom saw the large giant, a contrast to the half sized man that had just disappeared into the crowd. He picked up the sickly boy, almost cradling him, and guided them off towards a large cart.


Bill was ushered back down to the holding cells after he was purchased. He whimpered slightly as he was shoved into the stone room carelessly. His brand ached as he hit his shoulder off one of the walls. The purple robes of the woman who had bought him were stuck in his mind, the royal coat of arms sewn on the breast. Regulus Black, his alpha, was chained to the side of the room, his long hair greasy and limp.

"Well. Looks like we both got a master today." The man let out a dark chuckle, had he alcohol he would have taken a long swig from the bottle. Bill gave a weak smile and sunk to the damp floor. Letting out a whimper of pain as his shoulder was jostled.

Regulus was staring off into the distance, both falling into silence. His mind a million miles away. The princes' coronation was tonight; both were in a state of shock. They were meant for the prince then, odd considering their age as the new king generally was around the same age as the slave. But in this case it may have been wise to gift the seventeen year old with an older slave, maybe to help him. The claiming process however would be awkward.

"What do you think he is like? The prince I mean." Bill asked nervously, he hadn't been in a relationship since before he had graduated high school, and definitely before he had been bitten.

"A bloody ponce most likely. Probably never even considered some of the things that common folk have to do to survive. Probably thinks it's his god given right to own a slave." Regulus spat. Kings were all the same, selfish, bigoted, sadistic scumbags who were possessed with total control.

"He's young though. Malleable, we could shape the way this kingdom could be run." Bill tried to reason. Surely a young kid couldn't be too bad.

"That would make it worse. He probably thinks the world owes him, thinks that he is the be all, end all. The law I suppose. He won't change, don't even attempt it." Regulus sneered, his voice dark and harsh. He held no faith in the law or this new king.

"You are educated?" A woman entered the tiny cell; her purple robes cast an odd glow being the only coloured object in the room.

"Yes." Regulus snarled.

"You look similar to someone I know to be dead. Regulus Black, are you of some relation to him?" Regulus paled, his face had gone almost sallow.

"He was my brother. We fought often but at least he knew the truth about our parents. I didn't agree with them on certain topics… so they discreetly gave me to slavers. They didn't want to make a scene, so they told the press I had been killed in a rebel attack. There's nothing to be done." The woman winced, and a faint blush appeared on her cheeks. It happened often enough, a disgrace to a family could be easily disposed of without creating a scandal. The woman only nodded and ordered the trader who had brought her in to take them to her cart.


Draco was crying silently as he and Severus were hustled into a large bathroom. Seven others were all in the process of undressing as the two of them were shoved forwards. Then, as two servants rushed past them Draco could see the choppily cut hair of his father amidst the others. He wanted to run and shout to him, to at least make him aware of both his and Severus' presence. He restrained himself, not wishing to be beaten before being presented to his handler. It was obvious that Severus had noticed him as well if the sharp inhale was any indication.

Both Draco and Severus shuddered despite themselves as the doors closed behind them, effectively tearing any chance of escape from their fingers. In humiliation both stripped bare, exposing themselves. Two other slaves approached them and pushed them into a bow at the waist, their hands held behind their backs by firm fingers, it was only when the cries of pain began to echo throughout the room that Draco understood, they were being branded. All he could see was the boots of a blacksmith and a red hot branding iron, then Severus let out a cry of pain and he could feel the hands that held him down tighten. He didn't feel the pain at first, but then it consumed him and he could do little more than scream and pull at his captors' hands, restraining him against the poker that burned his pale flesh.

He collapsed the moment he was released, sucking in lungful after lungful of air and trying to blot out the pain on his back. Severus was beside him, holding him tightly but keeping his arms away from the painful new burn. The other slaves were all on the ground as well, some from pure exhaustion and others from the pain as well.

Draco couldn't comprehend this brutality that slaves faced. He had grown up with slaves around him and had never questioned it, but this was something entirely different from anything he had ever expected. This... this made him want to die.

"All right, now that we have taken care of that nasty piece of business, shall we begin?" And then women descended upon them. The clothes were admittedly not awful but neither were they comfortable. Draco felt exposed, though that was the point he gathered. They were all dressed in almost transparent pants that were looses around their legs. They gave the illusion of being naked from the ankles up. It was both an unpleasant and oddly pleasant feeling. The men with long hair were washed and had their hair tied back in various intricate designs. All were given golden shackles to wear around their wrists and ankles and golden collars that came halfway up their necks. They were dressed to show the prince all of themselves and leave almost nothing to the imagination.

"I believe that the prince will find you all very pleasing. Do not disappoint, you were all very expensive and I would hate to have to… dispose of you." The toady woman left, leaving the slaves alone in the room, the sound of a bolt being driven across the door gave them a feeling of almost complete loss. Severus was the first to move, hesitantly standing. Draco's father stood as well, making his way over to his old friend and his son, basking in seeing their faces again after so long.

"He has made the Malfoy name proud." Was all that was said in regards to him, but it caused his father to cry, in loss and relief. There was a chance they would get through this situation, if they could remain together.


Harry could feel cold sweat break out as he began to walk towards the throne his father had sat upon. It had seemed so big to him when Albus brought him to sit on it as a child, but now it was just another chair, elevated to stand above the others. In a few moments he would be a king in a kingdom he had rarely seen, governing over a people who had never seen him. This had the potential to be a disaster. Not to mention the… gift… that the council insisted on.

He knelt before Albus, just like he had practiced. In his head he recited the outline of the ceremony, 'kneel, say your vows, stand, sit on the damn throne, say a few inspirational words, look regal as everyone bows and claps then declare open dance floor.' The basic outline.

"Do you, Harry James Potter, agree to uphold the laws and customs of this land, in the name of the people and all those who came before you?" Albus voice boomed over the hall.

"I do." The standard reply was warranted, Harry encouraged himself as he knelt before the man who would be kneeling at his in barely a moment.

"Do you swear to govern with a firm, yet steady and fair hand? Taking no bias or prejudice?" What a joke. There would always be slavery and always be prejudice against those who life had given a foul deal.

"I do."

"And do you swear to be an ambassador for peace, a keeper of truth, an upholder of justice and a righteous warrior in the name of your ancestors and your subjects?" That one was easy, the one he had little fault with.

"I do." The crown was placed on his heavily on his head. The weight of his new responsibilities.

"Then rise King Harry, protector of the realm, vanquisher of evil and the Boy-Who-Lived!" There was thunderous applause as he too the throne. He felt a peace come over him and an assurance that he could possibly be the king they needed. He felt the resolve of a thousand past monarchs' vows and their determination to do right by their people. If this was what being a king entailed, those who sought to take it had no idea of what they were after.

"A gift my lord. As is tradition." Albus announced, and a line of slaves was led through the doors to kneel submissively at his feet. The jingling of their shackles as they moved clear in the silent hall.

"Do they please you my lord?" A standard question, one Remus had told him his father had been asked on his coronation day.

"Yes. I thank you my lords and ladies, this is a truly extravagant gift." There were muttered thank you's and twittering laughter.

"I have an announcement. My first act as King." The crowd grew silent again, everyone waiting to see what this King would do.

"It is customary, that if a slave has served his masters well and has been dutiful in his actions, his master may reward him with freedom. I wish to grant this boon to a very particular man tonight, someone who means a great deal to me. To him, the man who practically raised me and has been as attentive to me as if I were his master, I grant his freedom of the life of slavery, a full pardon to any actions that caused to him be enslaved or may have committed in another's name. Remus Lupin, step forward and acknowledge your king as a free man." In the silence he could hear the disbelief of the man who was like a father to him. Remus stepped forwards shakily.

"I thank you young… My King." And Remus bowed at his waist before looking the boy he loved like a child in the eye for the first time since he had grown into adulthood.

A/N: And there you go. Very different but kind of similar to the original. I hope you enjoyed this, there is more coming your way soon.