Harry Potter had been having a horrible day. First, everyone forgot his 15th birthday. Then, as he was taking a walk and captured by Lucius Malfoy to be Voldemort's slave. At first he thought he would be killed immediately after he was caught. He was wrong. He had just been raped by his 'master'. That was when he met me. Lord Voldemort's own son. Oh dad, you've outdone yourself this time.
*LINE BREAK*
"Harry Potter? Someone actually caught you? That is amazing!" I said.
"What! Have you come to torture me to?!" The boy with the Avada Kevadra eyes all but screamed.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you." I replied truthfully, "I actually wanted to introduce myself. I'm Salazar Riddle. Voldemort's son."
Just then we heard a commotion from my dad's chambers. I immediately picked up Harry to take him to my room to clean him up.
"Wow! You weigh next to nothing!" I said surprised before dragging the nearly-unconscious naked boy to my room. Once there, I gave Harry a checkup. He was fine, at least physically, minus the starvation and some minor bruising. "I'm afraid I can't heal these bruises, my fathers orders. I also can't give you clothes. My father wants you to clean and cook and walk around naked. Just so you know, any time you need to talk, I have two perfectly good ears, and I'm willing to listen. Though why you would want to talk to the son of both your parents murderer and your godfathers murderer, I don't know."
The cold cruel voice of Voldemort was heard outside the room. "Where is my fuck toy?"
I cringed, "In here, father."
My father walked in then. "Want to watch me fuck him, then? Or do it yourself?" He asked me.
"Neither," I replied, "I don't care for rape, much." And then I walked out of the room.
CRUCIO!I heard from behind me and my dad let me shake on the floor a little bit before letting me go. "Go to your lover then."
"Dad," I tried to explain yet again, "She isn't my lover, I love her. There is a difference."
"Lust and love are then same thing. You will see that someday. Now leave my presence!" I ran away, but not before the household slave started screaming in pain.