Author's Note:
Ok well this is NOT an original idea. A very talented author created it. Or set the basis up for it in my mind. Unfortunately, she has left it unfinished. So I am going to refine it, twist it, and make it my own. I doubt very seriously anyone will find anything resembling her story in my own. This will contain Slash, Slavery, and Rape.
This will also contain Male Pregnancy, Abortion, and Abuse.
Chapter 1: Presents
The house was blown to smithereens, a tiny chimney was all that was left of the rubble. It was what he found in the tiny chimney that worried Headmaster Albus Dumbledore. A tiny baby. One that had been crying from hunger for hours. Albus carefully examined the poor boy and he appeared normal except for the discolored lightening bolt scar on his forehead. Albus sighed looking at the remains of the Potter household and swished little Harry into his robes and set forth a plan to keep Harry hidden for a decade, until the appropriate time came for Harry to rescue everyone.
Six years had passed since that faithful night. Harry sat on the stoop of the porch looking at the street. He had seen people walking around in black robes all day. They all looked upset, and seemed to be crying. Harry's Uncle Vernon had come home and told Harry to sit outside while he and his wife had a chat. The little chat had turned out to be very curious information.
"Vernon? What is it? Why do you have one way tickets to America? We love England." There was a long silence Harry couldn't hear. Someone was speaking quietly. "Oh my, but this can't be It doesn't exist." he heard his Aunt's shrill voice. "I saw it with my own eyes. WE MUST MOVE PETUNIA THAT IS FINAL" with that Vernon had stormed to the porch and hit Harry across the face. "Your kind caused this. You will pay for it. We know where you come from. Get in the car." Vernon had not spoken to kindly to Harry.
It was an awfully long car drive. When they had finally arrived they were in London. An odd man came up to Vernon "How much you want for it?" Harry stared up at the man confused about what was going on.
Roughly the man pulled Harry out of the car and dragged him down the street. Harry knew something was wrong, he had never felt safe with the Dursley's but this was another matter entirely. So he did what any scared boy would do, he bit kicked, and fought with the man. Then promptly Harry fell flat on the ground, he tried to get up but was somehow restrained.
Opening his eyes Harry came out of the thought. Here he was. In his cage once again. That incident had been six months ago. Since then he had been "educated". People walked around him all day. They seemed to be attracted to him, pulled to him. It was probably the stupid charm the shopkeeper had used on him to get him sold quickly, he had been here an entire week now. Then he heard something.
"Daddy You promised you would buy me whatever I wanted for my 7th birthday. Well I want him Just imagine my very own servant. Don't you think it'd be swell Daddy?" The little blonde tugged on the bigger man's shirt sleeve pointing at Harry.
"Draco, having a servant is a big responsibility they have to be trained, cared for, and kept disciplined. Do you remember your last pet you were responsible for?" Lucius closed his eyes and rubbed his temples.
"Daddy... that was a basilisk... it just escaped from its cage in the excitement of getting to see the Lord. Honestly it didn't mean to turn Dobby into stone. Besides... now that Dobby is gone who will iron my clothes?" Pouting Draco knew he had made a good point with a little pout and a little small tantrum he would get his way.
"Alright come along then." Harry watched the man and the boy come into the store. "You want to see the one with green eyes? Alright, but be warned he is frightened, we've only had him here a day or two and he is still getting used to his surroundings." the shopkeeper warned while opening Harry's cage and yanking him out.
"Does he have a name?" Lucius asked inspecting the boy in front of him. His eyes were unfocused. That meant he could be suffering from and eye disorder, more money to be spent. Lucius also couldn't help but notice the boy's scar.
"His name is Harry, we do think he has a bit of an eye problem. Seems to walk into things, but like I said we've only had him a day and the S.T.A.T.s don't fix any health problems, as you should know. He graduated top of class. I was told he seems to learn better under the use of kind words rather than abuse. He must have been abused while he was with his muggle family." The shopkeeper went on trying to keep the largely known official in his shop as long as possible and talk him into buying the servant. It was good advertising for his business, if a well known respected man like Lucius was seen shopping here others would come as well.
"Well Draco if this is what you want... I'll give you ten galleons for him. Not a knut higher." Lucius and the man haggled for quite a while finally settling for 12 galleons and the promise of Lucius's future business for buying the servant's needs.
"Thank you daddy " Draco hugged him "this is the best present ever "
"Alright, let's get him to the manor and cleaned up. This is our very first mudservant you know. I might need to pick a few books up on their likes and such... maybe get the name of a good trainer." Lucius smiled down at his boy and looked at Harry who seemed scared and confused.
Author's Note:
Well... that didn't go to badly, did it?
Ok well this is NOT an original idea. A very talented author created it. Or set the basis up for it in my mind. Unfortunately, she has left it unfinished. So I am going to refine it, twist it, and make it my own. I doubt very seriously anyone will find anything resembling her story in my own. This will contain Slash, Slavery, and Rape.
This will also contain Male Pregnancy, Abortion, and Abuse.
Chapter 1: Presents
The house was blown to smithereens, a tiny chimney was all that was left of the rubble. It was what he found in the tiny chimney that worried Headmaster Albus Dumbledore. A tiny baby. One that had been crying from hunger for hours. Albus carefully examined the poor boy and he appeared normal except for the discolored lightening bolt scar on his forehead. Albus sighed looking at the remains of the Potter household and swished little Harry into his robes and set forth a plan to keep Harry hidden for a decade, until the appropriate time came for Harry to rescue everyone.
Six years had passed since that faithful night. Harry sat on the stoop of the porch looking at the street. He had seen people walking around in black robes all day. They all looked upset, and seemed to be crying. Harry's Uncle Vernon had come home and told Harry to sit outside while he and his wife had a chat. The little chat had turned out to be very curious information.
"Vernon? What is it? Why do you have one way tickets to America? We love England." There was a long silence Harry couldn't hear. Someone was speaking quietly. "Oh my, but this can't be It doesn't exist." he heard his Aunt's shrill voice. "I saw it with my own eyes. WE MUST MOVE PETUNIA THAT IS FINAL" with that Vernon had stormed to the porch and hit Harry across the face. "Your kind caused this. You will pay for it. We know where you come from. Get in the car." Vernon had not spoken to kindly to Harry.
It was an awfully long car drive. When they had finally arrived they were in London. An odd man came up to Vernon "How much you want for it?" Harry stared up at the man confused about what was going on.
Roughly the man pulled Harry out of the car and dragged him down the street. Harry knew something was wrong, he had never felt safe with the Dursley's but this was another matter entirely. So he did what any scared boy would do, he bit kicked, and fought with the man. Then promptly Harry fell flat on the ground, he tried to get up but was somehow restrained.
Opening his eyes Harry came out of the thought. Here he was. In his cage once again. That incident had been six months ago. Since then he had been "educated". People walked around him all day. They seemed to be attracted to him, pulled to him. It was probably the stupid charm the shopkeeper had used on him to get him sold quickly, he had been here an entire week now. Then he heard something.
"Daddy You promised you would buy me whatever I wanted for my 7th birthday. Well I want him Just imagine my very own servant. Don't you think it'd be swell Daddy?" The little blonde tugged on the bigger man's shirt sleeve pointing at Harry.
"Draco, having a servant is a big responsibility they have to be trained, cared for, and kept disciplined. Do you remember your last pet you were responsible for?" Lucius closed his eyes and rubbed his temples.
"Daddy... that was a basilisk... it just escaped from its cage in the excitement of getting to see the Lord. Honestly it didn't mean to turn Dobby into stone. Besides... now that Dobby is gone who will iron my clothes?" Pouting Draco knew he had made a good point with a little pout and a little small tantrum he would get his way.
"Alright come along then." Harry watched the man and the boy come into the store. "You want to see the one with green eyes? Alright, but be warned he is frightened, we've only had him here a day or two and he is still getting used to his surroundings." the shopkeeper warned while opening Harry's cage and yanking him out.
"Does he have a name?" Lucius asked inspecting the boy in front of him. His eyes were unfocused. That meant he could be suffering from and eye disorder, more money to be spent. Lucius also couldn't help but notice the boy's scar.
"His name is Harry, we do think he has a bit of an eye problem. Seems to walk into things, but like I said we've only had him a day and the S.T.A.T.s don't fix any health problems, as you should know. He graduated top of class. I was told he seems to learn better under the use of kind words rather than abuse. He must have been abused while he was with his muggle family." The shopkeeper went on trying to keep the largely known official in his shop as long as possible and talk him into buying the servant. It was good advertising for his business, if a well known respected man like Lucius was seen shopping here others would come as well.
"Well Draco if this is what you want... I'll give you ten galleons for him. Not a knut higher." Lucius and the man haggled for quite a while finally settling for 12 galleons and the promise of Lucius's future business for buying the servant's needs.
"Thank you daddy " Draco hugged him "this is the best present ever "
"Alright, let's get him to the manor and cleaned up. This is our very first mudservant you know. I might need to pick a few books up on their likes and such... maybe get the name of a good trainer." Lucius smiled down at his boy and looked at Harry who seemed scared and confused.
Author's Note:
Well... that didn't go to badly, did it?