A/N: So, this is a first for me. Writing about a world in Voldemort's control and I hope I do it justice. I do know that I will likely have this story end as Drarry, but this will be pretty dark for at least a bit. It's a whole new world and I am interested in exploring it.

A/N2: Obviously I do not own Harry or Draco, but if I did, they would probably have ended up together in the series :P

A/N3: Please review! I would like to know what you think and where you would like to see this story go!

Draco could hear the crowd chattering around him and some laughing as someone made a joke that he could not hear. He made his way towards the front, moving through a row of chairs and past people he knew from many of the meetings he had gone to. He had never seen so many people at the Halls at this time of day, during the muggleborn Auctions in the past. Of course, those auctions weren't the war criminals auction either. Even he had been interested in coming to this one. It seems that all the war criminals were finally broken down enough to be traded for chores, sex or whatever the wizards wishes to use them as. People such as Neville Longbottom, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasly were going to be auctioned off to those people who deserved their respect. Soon they would be serving those they once fought. Draco was particularly interested in what everyone else was today though. Harry Potter had been broken. And he would now be sold to the highest bidder. Draco was determined to be that bidder.

"Lord Malfoy?" A feminine voice said from behind him. Draco turned and looked at the person who spoke. It was odd to hear people use his new title. The title he had since his father had passed away at Potter's hands. He nodded to the young woman who held a notepad and had a pen in her hair. "Could I get a statement for the Daily Prophess?"

Draco smiled and nodded, "Sure, but shall we go take a seat? I am looking to make it to the front before this starts madame."

The young witch smiled with a nod and followed him obediently. How nice that he had the type of influence his father had once had. It hadn't taken much either. Only his mother stepping down from influence and allowing him to take his rightful spot as Lord Malfoy. He found Pansy in the front and smiled calmly at her, sitting down and patting the empty chair next to him. "Feel free to sit here Madame."

The young woman nodded, sitting beside him and reaching up to pull the pen out from behind her ear and putting it down on the parchment in front of her. She looked up at him and stopped short from saying something that might sound stupid. She bit her lip and Draco rolled his eyes and waited for her to find her wording. Finally she cleared her throat and smiled. "Sir Malfoy, I see this is the first time you've been to the Muggle Auctions. Could it be that you are particularly interested in the fact that such wizarding criminals have been tried and sentenced to be sold as a part of their punishment to our kind?"

Draco yawned, already bored with a question any of the reporters could have asked him and known the answer to in an instant. "Well, I decided to come see what the fuss was and it might have to do with some interest in seeing people who hurt and killed my family get the punishment they deserve. As I am sure you know, Harry Potter, the man who killed my father..." The reporter nodded, scribbling quickly as he spoke, but still keeping her eyes on him. A decent reporter nonetheless, he concluded, despite his previous thought of her. "well, today he is served the justice he should have had the first time our Lord Voldemort tried to punish him. And although he at one time wanted to kill the "Boy who Lived" as the rebels called him, we found that it was much more fun to see him suffer not only through punishments of his own, but watching him hurt his own friends through the imperius."

The woman nodded with a slight smile, showing that she agreed with such assessments. Although Draco also agreed with it, he usually wouldn't be so blunt. Being where he was though allowed him a bit of freedom with what he said. She must have had a few more questions as she kept her eyes on her paper, analyzing whatever questions she had been given to ask spectators. She decided to deviate slightly though with her next question, evident only by the way she smiled at him, almost flirtingly, which he ignored. "So besides Potter, which is a hopeful prize for any Voldemort enthusiast, is there any other slaves you hope to obtain?"

Draco shrugged, glaring slightly, causing her to look uncomfortable. "Madame, unless you wish to ask me off the record, I do not wish to discuss my business matters with the papers. Anybody else I choose to buy would be open for public record as I am sure you understand, so please do not try to dig into my mind with meaningless questions just to waste my time."

The woman blushed furiously and frowned. "I apologize Lord Malfoy. I shall conclude my questions so that you may get on with your day."

She was far quicker to get up than Draco would have liked, but having scared her off he decided not to care whether or not she was interesting to him or not. He turned over slightly and nodded to Pansy. "Hello Darlin'. How nice to see you here."

She grinned and smiled. "Hello Draco," Draco smiled, knowing that she was the few who were allowed to call him by his first name without being even a potential spouse. She was soon to be married to Blaise Zabini. Draco was glad for them. "So the reporters are milling the field?" She asked, watching him with mildly amused interest. "Did you go to see the cages in the back before making your way up here?" She nudged him, her eyes looking to the back of the room where the criminals were being kept until the auction.

Draco shook his head. "If I decide to purchase any, I will assess their condition as they get on stage." Draco said with a slight grimace. "But mostly I am just here to watch them get their justice." Pansy nodded and he knew she was here for the same reason, if only because she was dragged here by her soon to be husband. "Did you check them out?" He asked, watching her nod and he tilted his head, surprised. "Looking to buy?"

Pansy shrugged and looked over at Zabini. "I believe we might get a couple so we can each have a servant to serve us while we are married. Although Blaise believes it would be inappropriate for me to have a male servant while under him, so we may go for Granger and Weasley."

Draco nodded. It would not surprise him to see them walk out with the two of them. With as much as those two tortured the Slytherins in their school years, the proper punishment would be to go to a Slytherin's home. "Well, I do wish you luck." He said, nodding in the direction of the man moving up to the stage.

"Ladies and Gentleman, loyal to the Dark Lord..."

"All hail our Lord and King." Came to well known response.

"I welcome you to the Muggleborn Auctions. Today however we have a treat, which most of you probably read in the papers, or heard through coworkers, or perhaps were invited by the higher ups." Draco smiled slightly. He was considered one of the new Higher Ups in the ranks of the dark Lord. "Today you may find yourselves owners of a special breed of servants. The war criminals, now of broken mind, but not body. Some may need a few days of special care to get to their best abilities, but all of these will be able to be used as you will." Draco saw the man on stage grin mischievously, obviously thinking of many of the men's there ulterior motive. A sex slave was not as common among the servants sold here. But these were criminals. And although the mudbloods were not considered human either, even these were below them. Wives would willingly allow their husbands to use and abuse these things. Draco rolled his eyes at the thought as the man continued.

"We have upwards of 30 war criminals today who are broken of mind and spirit. All of them have had their memories gone through and anything that can be used against them will be in a pamphlet, as is always done with the servants you receive. You will be able to take them home today to begin their training or to find them suitable placements from which they cannot escape. They are however all tagged and registered with the system so should they try, they will suffer the consequences, which may leave you down a slave a day or two while we find you a suitable replacement free of charge. Some of their minds were gone either before, during or after the war, not surprising given the side they were on. However none of the ones here are beyond helpfulness. Any that were have been dealt with in the correct manner." Death. Draco thought with a sly grin. It was the only punishment most people were still afraid to talk about despite the worlds new ways. Why couldn't people just accept their new world ways and speak like free witches and wizards such as they were?

"And shall we start with the most prized? Shall we see who takes away the most coveted of all slaves?" A black haired mess was pushed on stage, falling on his hands and knees. The auctioneer walked over and grabbed him by the shoulder, raising him up into everyone's view. Everyone could see the black and blue along the arms and legs that would heal over time. And everyone could see the timid, blank eyes of the one person Draco thought they would never be able to break. He was suddenly glad that he was wrong in that thought process. There would be no "Poor Potter"'s or fan girls crying out in tears. Everyone either agreed he was wrong or would act like they did. The bidding started out very quickly with a voice to the back calling out a bid. The auctioneer grinned like a madman, pleased at the response this had brought. He would become a wealthy man today as this was about wealth and power, of which he now controlled the main chip... for now.

Draco waited until the last minute where it seemed to first bidder would be highest and get him. Even Pansy watched him, surprised that he had not bid once. Everyone expected him to try and succeed at getting the revenge he deserved. And he would. "Two hundred thousand galleons." Draco finally spoke up, hearing a mild gasp from the crowd. So much for having expected it? Yes, he doubled the highest bidder, but that man wouldn't be taken down quite so quickly, raising the bid a few more times before acceding to the Lord Malfoy.

"Congratulation Sir Malfoy." The auctioneer nodded for them to come take Potter off-stage. Draco stood up and walked over to where the money-takers stood and nodded to his "prize" as it were. They pulled out a packet which included all the information about Potter's punishments he'd received, as well as what they had found out about his past through his memories, his strengths, and his fears. Draco nodded as they told him a bit about him until he mentioned that he already knew a lot of Potter as he had gone to school with him. "Right, sorry Lord Malfoy." The man handed him the folder and sunk into his desk. "Shall we charge your account tomorrow?"

"You may charge it today if you have the opportunity." Draco said slight. "May I sit my new slave next to me to watch while the rest are sold? I wish him to have to view his friends being sold against his will."

The man nodded with more enthusiasm than needed. "Of course. Kuntz, get Lord Malfoy his property along with the chains- free of charge of course-" He mentioned as if paying for some chains would be a big deal at this point. "Quickly please so Lord Malfoy doesn't have to miss too much of the event."

"Of course sir." Kuntz, a dark burly man nodded in their direction before running off to where they had put Potter as soon as his auction was over. He yanked the man up without too much difficulty. Draco frowned slightly only now noticing that Harry's already slim figure actually looked smaller, which was hard to imagine until he saw him now. Ah well, Draco would treat those small things and get what he needed out of Potter later. Kuntz handed over the chains which led to shackles that kept Potter within a direct path. Draco took them and led the boy with him. Potter didn't fight it, nor would he be able to if he could. He was under someone's imperio, though soon that would be Malfoy's. "Watch" He said to the man next to him, noting that although Potter wasn't completely in control he seemed to glare before looking up at the stage where a Hufflepuff girl who had fought in the war now stood. She wasn't nearly as beaten as Potter, but you could tell she was broken. She could barely stand, so they allowed her to just kneel during the auction. She went for a couple hundred galleons.

Draco did have to grin seeing Harry under the imperius after having shown he could, at one point in time, resist the effects of it. Broken of his mind, Potter could not be much better than any of these others. Draco could not wait to have Potter under his own control. And he knew that would be his first test when he got to the manor.

Draco gazed over at his prize and noted the pain obvious in his eyes and his own lip curled into a small smile. Ahh the pity he would have to wait to get the boy a Household collar. These collars were primarily illegal except in certain conditions. This would definitely be one of those times where the collar would be much appropriate. The color would suck the will out of his slave, causing him to do Draco's will without the need for imperius. It would be a restrictive barrier, limiting Harry's actions to whatever Draco wrote as appropriate under the Ministry's clause, for which he would apply later this week. And there would be very few places Harry could go alone, if Draco put the restrictions in, which he would for sure do. He would have to make Blaise's a place Harry could go without the punishment the collar would give if Harry left the 10 foot barrier the collar gives when out with his Master, because he was sure seeing his friends being punished would be punishment enough for Harry and one that Draco was very willing to see.

Blaise poked Draco and grinned as a very pitiful looking Granger walked onto the stage. She shivered slightly, keeping her eyes to the ground as the man announced her name and transgressions. The showmanship for the well-known. Draco rolled his eyes as Blaise started out with a slightly higher bid and noted that no one even tried to fight against him for the girl. No one really wanted the know-it-all around at all times. Draco leaned over Pansy and whispered to Blaise "You must get her some new clothes and clean her up a bit. She would be a pitiful sex slave right now." Blaise nodded and watched her being led off the stage to the back once again. Blaise would go finish that transaction after his second prize came onto the stage. A young Weasel girl to do his soon-to-be wife's bidding. Draco was almost positive that the plan would be that either could service Blaise in any way he wanted, but that the little Weaslette would be forced to help as a servant at dinner parties by helping Pansy cook as well as helping her out in other non-sexual ways. Neither he nor Blaise could stand the thought of the little Potter slut getting her way with any of them. It was bad enough that she used to be with Potter.

It didn't take long for the little red-head to be led on stage and sold almost just as quickly. She was a nobody. 'Cheap, like a slut should be.' Draco thought.

The auctions were almost over and Draco decided there was no one else he really cared to see. He had his prize. "Come Harry." Draco stood up and made his way through the crowd, who made room for him and his slave to leave. Draco held the chains and at times pulled fairly close to himself so he could feel his slave behind him without having to look. Looking was just a pain. In his other hand he held the pamphlet about Potter. He was sure someday he would read it, if he ever cared to. All he needed to know about Potter was that the little "saviour" had failed at the best possible time. And because of that, here he was.

"Draco." The sound of Draco's godfather's voice caused Draco to stop in his tracks and turn around, just before reaching the door that led outside. He saw Snape and nodded to him.

"Hello Severus." Draco said, switching the chains to his other hand so he could shake the hand of his godfather who returned the welcoming sentiment. "You did not come here to purchase a slave." Draco noted, having not even noticing his godfather was here until now.

Severus shook his head. "Just came to see the festivities. I see you came to purchase though." Severus eyed the boy next to Draco before rolling his eyes and looking back at Draco. "Why you'd want to suffer like that, I just cannot understand. Taking your father's murderer into your own home."

Draco shrugged and frowned, hoping he did not disappoint Severus. Of all the people he knew, Severus was the last he'd want to disappoint.

Severus shifted and then turned to look over his shoulder, making sure no one was watching before moving towards Draco and giving him a hug. "Don't do anything stupid Draco." Severus whispered in his ear before turning and walking away quickly. Draco frowned. What did that mean?