Chapter 1
He trudged through the rain, eyes locked on the wooden door across the road. After months of tracking, trickery, and pain he had found her. Now all that was left was a bit more acting. He had been studying their ways ever since he had escaped the initial capture period. His practice in wandless magic had greatly paid off, granting him his freedom. Learning their ways, however, took quite a long time. It was truly a repeat of history. Wanded wizards were treated like scum, tortured, killed or sold off into slavery, just as the mudbloods and muggles would have been if Voldemort had succeeded during his time.
Wanded wizards who were deemed difficult and viewed as a threat were often killed on the spot. Weaker ones had their wands snapped and were sold and forced to do the dirty work of the wandless ones. This was the sort of market place he was currently opening the door to, although this market was slightly different, more specific than the usual.
The bell rang above his head, announcing his arrival. He was greeted by a tall man with long black hair. "Sir, we are nearly closed," he said curtly.
"I had called ahead early this week and again early this morning. The name is Blashton, and I believe I spoke with a man called Glurtz."
"Oh right of course. You're the big investor then?" the man asked, sizing him up.
He felt himself unconsciously straighten his posture. "Yes, I have heard this is where you keep the best ones," he said, sickened by his own words.
The man smiled viciously and nodded. "Oh yes. Anything in particular you had in mind?" he asked. "Hair color? Eyes?"
He knew the answers to those questions straight away and fought with himself to keep quiet. Spilling exactly what he wanted and receiving the exact match would seem odd. The last thing he needed was a suspicious shop keeper foiling what he had spent so long planning. "I'd like my choice of the lot. I informed Mr. Glurtz that I would make it worth his while if I had my choice granted above all made by others this week. As you may have noticed, there have been no direct sales this week, only holds," he said.
The man nodded and motioned for him to follow through a door in the back of the room. He mentally prepared himself for what lay behind the door. This entire scenario sickened him. He only took the comfort in the fact that he was the one making this choice and not someone else. He drew in a breath and opened his eyes when he heard the door click shut behind him.
In front of him stood a line of twelve women of varying ages between sixteen and twenty-five, he guessed. And they were all very beautiful. Play your part, he reminded himself. He took another deep breath and stood up straighter again. He began to stroll down the line, looking at each face. He had restrained himself from taking them all in from a far as she would have stood out and he didn't know how he would react to finally seeing her again. He had seen a glimpse of red down at one end of the line and had purposefully started at the other, pretending to size up each girl.
As he looked at each one, he was sure his expression was one of pain and sadness, an expression unfamiliar on a man's face in this situation. He saw two of his former class mates and had to use all of his self control to restrain himself from lashing out at the man behind him. He continued at a steady pace down the line until his eyes locked on hers. They were no longer the shiny emeralds he remembered but dull like grass in a drought, strength gone staring straight ahead, straight through him. This reaffirmed that his disguise was strong enough to fool her, which was what he had hoped for. He stepped back to take in her full appearance. She looked broken yet extremely beautiful. His chest felt like bursting from sadness, happiness, and murderous rage all in the same instant.
"This one," he barely muttered.
"What did you say sir?" the keeper asked.
He cleared his throat. "I said I'll take this one," he said, motioning to the broken beauty in front of him.
The man's face faltered. "You're not the first one to say that."
He whirled around. "What?" he exclaimed.
The man shot him a weird look. Cool it, he reminded himself. He drew in a deep breath. "How is she still here? Are you reselling used goods?" he asked, slightly colder than he wanted to. His words made him want to vomit, but they were necessary, very necessary.
The man grew frightened. "Oh no sir. We don't allow it to get that far in the decision room unless there has been money on the table."
"Then what the bloody hell did you mean when you said that?" he asked, murderously.
The man gave a weak smile. "They find her unresponsive to anything. She doesn't speak, no sounds, laughs, tears, nothing," he responded.
"I've done a lot of looking around, and she is the most beautiful I have seen."
"There are a few you haven't seen yet who might be better," the keeper suggested.
"No," he responded immediately. "I'm done looking," he said, tossing a heavy bag of coins at the keeper. "You will find enough for three girls of her beauty in that bag."
The keeper was bewildered for a moment before straightening up. "You are familiar with our new policy?" he asked.
He swallowed and took in another deep breath. "It only makes sense after what happened last month," he said.
The keeper laughed maliciously. "Stupid idiot, thinking he could get away with buying them only to turn around and free them. Dead now, he is."
He felt a pain in his chest. "I know," he said quietly.
The keeper strolled forward and released the girl in front of him and lead them both to a separate room. The girl was thrown onto the floor. "This is where you show her and us who is dominant. Don't forget to take any...er...necessary precautions," the keeper warned.
He nodded and heard the door click behind him, knowing that they still weren't fully alone. After Nott had pulled his charade freeing as many people from this servitude as he could, it was required that the keeper makes sure the buyer has the 'right' intentions with his new 'property.'
He debated for a moment about revealing his true eyes to her in order to calm her, make it all easier on her, but, he knew that the slightest reaction from her would blow the whole operation. The slightest mistake on either of their parts would mean death for the both of them. He had come this far and only had to wait a short amount of time before he could break down and hold her like she deserved to be held. He made up for it by shouting in his head, hoping she could hear him as he preformed the cruel task at hand. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, my Lily.
A/N: Well here is the start of the Sequel to For the Greater Good, which will be a bit darker, but should still stay within the T rating. Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy! I will update whenever I can find the time!