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Introduction: It's six months after the war and most of the Death Eaters have been captured. Unable to decide a suitable punishment for Voldemort's followers the Ministry have decided that the Death Eaters must learn from their mistakes. The public agrees and so begins the Death Eater Retribution of crimes against humanity. When this occurs Harry realizes this he is desperate to save both of the Malfoys because of a debt he owes Lucius. While begging Hermione to also help, they both go and collect the last two Malfoys before someone else does. The prices are high and it's going to be a sweat-breaking auction off, that's for sure.
Warning: Will include strong language, violence, and sexual scenes. I will warn the reader (YOU) when the sexual scenes happen so you may skip if want to.
There is a slight change to the story. Instead of Naricssa coming to check on Harry for Voldemort in the forest it was Lucius. Naricssa was killed by Voldemort when everyone escaped Malfoy Manner as a punishment to the Malfoys, and mostly Bellatrix, for disobedience.
Chapter 1: The news
Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, Savior of the Wizarding World, Slayer of Dark Lords, had sighed deeply and rubbed his tired eyes. "I defeat one Dark Lord and now I'm 'Slayer of Dark Lords ' that's a bit extreme don't you think Minister?" Harry sat in a comfortable leather seat across from Minister Shacklebolt. He was called in to have a personal chat and ask some questions. The meeting began with Shacklebolt asking if Harry was doing well and wondered how the poor boy was doing. But Shacklebolt knew better on both accounts. Harry was tired and drained, he wouldn't have lasted another year with how much stress Dumbledore placed on the young lad. Now, sitting before him is no longer a boy but a young, strong man, who looked like he could use a full paid vacation.
"You know how the people are, Harry. They call you whatever they want to call you now." Harry shrugged and adjusted himself in his seat. "Well, I hate to become professional on you Harry but I have some concerns and I want you to put your two cents in. Do you mind?"
Harry smiled warmly at Shacklebolt. "Of course not. What is it?"
Shacklebolt took a sip of his tea and began to pull out some files. "Over the last few months, our Aurors have captured about ninety percent of the Death Eaters Including, Lestrange, Parkinson, Nott, and the Malfoys plus many others." Harry did his best not to flinch at the name of the Malfoys. He remembered how both Lucius and Draco held each other after Voldemort died at Hogwarts. They knew perfectly well what was going to happen to them and didn't even bother trying to run. It was pointless to them. Harry could still heard the desperate plea in Lucius's voice when he asked if Draco was alive back in the forest.
"What about them?" Swallowing down his nervousness. The last thing he wanted for them to get the Kiss, Azkaban even more so.
"Well, Harry, the public wants and deserves retribution for their crimes against the Wizarding World. The Ministry has tried to discuss and find a solution to this problem. And well...they came up with something." The way Shacklebolt worded that made Harry move to sit on the edge of his seat.
"Well?...What is it Shacklebolt?" They both took a sip from their cups.
Shacklebolt opened the first file and handed the document over to Harry. The words painted on the page gave Harry a scare.
Due to the sever crimes to the people of the Britain Wizarding World, the people and the Ministry have decided to hold off punishment by Dementor Kiss in favor of life time punishment of slavery. Those who have assisted in the upbringing of the former Dark Lord, Voldemort, shall be stripped of their title, property, riches, personal treasures and belongings, along with any family heirlooms to be confiscated by the Ministry personally. Anything else will be liquidated.
Those who are facing charges will be chained and sold off to the people to live and serve until said person release those convicted. Their wands snapped thus depriving said convicts the right to their magick. The person, or persons, who claim entitlement over the convict will be forced into a Mastership Bond.
Mastership Bond: Said person, or persons, that have a slave can have this bond in order to have more control of said slave physically and magically. The bond will inform the slave if the master is in any danger or pain by experiencing it themselves. It will also have feet distance restrictions that can be adjust depending on the caster of the bond. This bond will also protect the slave in case of kidnapping in which the bond will send out a signal to the master of their whereabouts. The also protects the slave from abuse from the master or those that wish to case great harm.
Such bond can cause a spike in Loyalty in the slave and Leadership in the master. It can cause overwhelming emotions such as; hate, happiness, sadness, fear, love and arousal. Be warned that this bond can be dangerous if not casted correctly and may cause extreme illness and possible death, in rare occurrences.
Rules of Mastership Bond: Master of the slave cannot inflict harm upon slave who wishes to gravely harm the slave. Punishment is allowed but only to insure lessons are learned. Those who abuse this rule will be fined and removed from the bond, thus losing the slave. If the slave is too far from being compliant the master may be allowed to request a break from the bond and the slave will be sent up for a re-auction.
WARNING: If the slave loses three masters, he or she will be sent straight to Azkaban. No exceptions.
Unless said otherwise the Ministry will activate this bill in one month time, November 5th, and begin the Wizarding World's Retribution.
Signed - Bartimaeus Crouch Sr.
Harry stared long and hard at the parchment, rereading the bill three times before carefully handing it back to Shacklebolt. "Wow...that's, um."
Shacklebolt chuckled. "Yes, that was just about the same reaction I had as well."
Harry shook his head and frowned. "This can't be right. Some of those people did a lot worse than other. Some of them had no choice, Shacklebolt!"
"I know, Harry." Shacklebolt rubbed his tired eyes before continuing. "I'm well aware that there is a good number of those that were force with violence and torture to be part of Voldemort's raid. The Ministry is very well aware of it too, Harry. Even so, we cannot allow them to just get off scott free, it's not fair to those who had suffered even more than the forced Death Eaters."
It was Harry's turn to rub his eyes while blowing out a deep sigh. He hated seeing anyone suffer for no reason. He hated seeing families torn apart. And most of all, he hated when he couldn't do anything to help. When a few tense moments went by Harry finally face Shacklebolt again with his eyes sharp and hands clenched. "Shacklebolt, tell me; who is allowed to buy one of these...slaves?"
With a raised eyebrow Shacklebolt answered. "There aren't really any restrictions to those who offers to be a part of the auction. Of course family and other criminals cannot be a part of it."
"How many can one person buy?" Harry felt disgusted with himself for the moment.
"One. One per buyer. I made sure of it." Shacklebolt noticed a small bit of anxiety flash within the boys eyes. "What's wrong?"
Harry bit his lip and contemplated tell Shacklebolt the truth. "You see... I owe the Malfoys a life debt, the both of them."
"Explain." Shacklebolt said softly.
"Back when Ron, Hermione and I were captured and sent to Malfoy manner, Bellatrix began demanding Draco to determine if I was the real Harry Potter. Hermione managed to hide my face in hopes that nobody would recognize me immediately. Draco and I have know each other for seven years, he would've recognized me in a split second. I think he did too but he denied that it was me." Harry stopped to take a breath of air before continuing. "When Voldemort had attacked Hogwarts I left to fight him on my own in the forest. Voldemort had casted the killing curse at me again but I survived and played dead. He told Lucius to check if I was dead, which I was expecting. Instead of telling Voldemort I was dead he asked if Draco was still alive, their was so much hope in his voice. I nodded and he lied to Voldemort."
The older man leaned back in his seat and studied the younger man again. "We all really owe them, don't we?"
Harry nodded. "If the Ministry won't release them then I'm going to have to go against my morals and participate in the sales. Do you know when the Malfoys are going to be sold?"
Shacklebolt shook his head with a frown. "It's not definite. If you want, I'll owl you when I get word."
"I'd appreciate that, Shacklebolt." Harry stood and brushed his robes down. "If that's all then I need to leave and get prepared."
Shacklebolt stood as well and walked around his desk to face Harry. "That's all for now but one more thing." Harry rose a eyebrow. "You can only take one Malfoy. If you owe both of them then how are you going to save both of them?"
That made the boy froze and think for a second. Harry smiled up at Shacklebolt and shrugged. "I'm Harry Potter, I always figure things out." The older man laughed and shook Harry's hand and watched him leave his office. The savior made his way through the maze of offices and frantic working wizards and witches. He thought about the conversation he had with Shacklebolt and found himself frowning. How was he going to save both Malfoys? He couldn't do it alone and that was when an idea struck in his head.
Once Harry was out of the Ministry he apparated in a dark alley and quickly made his way to the nearby muggle neighborhood. There was only one person who he knew that could help him, even though his chances were still very slim, he had to take a chance. The Malfoys didn't deserve this. Minutes later had found Harry standing outside of a average cookie-cutter house and knocked on the white door. "Just a second!" A voice called out. A moment later and a familiar less bushy haired woman poked her head out. "Hello, oh! Harry, how are you?"
Harry smiled at his best friend. "Hello, Hermione. I'm alright but I need to discuss something with you and hope to get your help." Hermione stared at Harry before opening her door wider for him.
"Sure, Harry. Come in." Harry followed Hermione through the simple living room and straight to the kitchen when a pot of tea was making itself. Green eyes scanned the few simple pictures on the wall and frowned. There only pictures of Hermione's parents, missing a vital person in each picture.
"You didn't chase them." It wasn't a question.
Hermione sighed silently and shook her head as she brought our two tea cups. "The thing is, I did." Harry sat down and thanked his friend for the cup. "I went to Australia. Took me a week but I found them."
Harry saw them conflict in her chocolate eyes. "You couldn't do it." He stated.
She shook her head. "They were so at peace, happy with their life and I didn't want to take that away. It was already so selfish of me to send them away like that. I couldn't do that to them again; I couldn't force them to remember me." Harry moved up and came around to hug Hermione close to his chest. She sobbed silently for her parent's happiness and their loss for her. Harry didn't move an inch or speak at all, just let his best friend cry heavily on his shoulder.
Draco kept his head high and shoulders back. He would not let anyone see him at his worst. No tears or fear will show in his face or eyes, he wouldn't allow it. The guards on each side of him had a death grip of his upper arms as they half carried, half led him to his temporary cell. To say he was shocked that they weren't sent straight to Azkaban is an understatement. He expected the Ministry to just chuck them all at the gates of hell and forget all about them. Draco was both scared and hopeful. This could only mean that they were planning on something even more terrifying than Azkaban for them.
Could they survive this?
The three soon reached a steel door that was drenched in spells and potions, Draco could tell. The guard to his left opened the door and a wave or cries assaulted him. Silver eyes widened at the sight of the hanging cages. Draco was forced into the room and dragged down the pathway between the cages. He eyes scanned the bodies that were locked away in the black, steel bars. Someone of them he could recognize. Rabastan, his uncle's brother, glanced down at Draco before shaking uncontrollably. In the distance he could see the werewolves from Greyback's pack that had silver bars tightly boxing them in. Draco passed his friend's, Theo Nott, father resting against the bars with very little life still in his old eyes.
Fuck. They were going to leave them here to rot, aren't they?
They soon stopped and watched as a cage lowered to the ground and an opening swung open harshly. "Alright! Get in there, lil' shit!" Draco was thrown forward and landed hard on the cold and unforgiving metal bars. The guards laughed loud at Draco but he wouldn't let pain and shame show, he'd rather die with his head high. "Look at him! Spoiled lil' prince, he is. I bet his daddy even bought him some whores every night!"
"Ha! Might be good for a good fuck, right Malfoy?!" They laughed again but still Draco refused.
"Leave him alone!" A loud, raspy voice broke through the laughter. Three heads snapped up to a cage where a broken man sneered down at the guards. "Don't you dare touch my son!"
Draco jumped up instantly. "Father!" The gates swung closed with a loud snap and the cage lifted off the ground. While laughing the guards left the room and slammed the door closed, encasing them all in darkness. Draco ignored everything else and threw his arm out through the bars. "Father!" He cried out.
Even with the room being so dark Draco could barely see the pale blond of his father's hair. "Draco, are you alright?" Draco felt a slight brush at the tips of his fingers and nearly cried.
"Yes...I'm fine." He couldn't reach his father, that was his biggest fear. Draco faced torture, death, and Voldemort but the only thing he feared was being unable to get to his father. This was a nightmare. "Father...are you-"
"Fine, Draco." A few tears escaped Draco's eyes, thankful for the darkness. "We'll survive, my son. We always have before and nothing...nothing has changed." While still stretching out for his father he tried to moved the cage but realized that they were stock still.
"Right." Draco whispered, hoping and praying that his father would be right.
This is the introduction, a.k.a., the first chapter. I'd love to hear your opinions and inform me if there are some spelling errors because I'm a horrible speller and grateful to those who help point out the mistakes.
For the next chapter will be more information about the system before Harry jumps in to hopefully save the day again. Rate and Review and I'll be updating as soon as I can.