Thanks to my beta who made this chapter so much better; Crikkita
Fallen I
Harry woke up with a painful headache. He blinked a few times, trying to remember what had happened to him, but his mind seemed to be not functioning. He looked around the room in which he was lying, but the little light that reached into the room was blinding him
He looked down, noticing that he was completely naked. He pulled his legs up in reflex, trying to cover his private parts. This action was useless, because there was no one in the room, or cell...
When his eyes had finally adapted to the light, he looked around in the room. It was dark... a room where in your nightmare you would find a lifeless body. The dark wall made of stone looked as if it would fall on top of you. The corners were dark and frightening. The air was icy cold, prickling his nose when he inhaled.
Suddenly Harry realised that he could become that lifeless body, if no one came to save him. A sudden panic attacked him, making him look for a door in this room. There was none... only the dark stones.
Harry sat down again, knowing that it was completely useless to keep touching every stone of the room. He had become aware that he was completely vulnerable to any attack. He was scared, really scared. His breath was inregular and his whole body was shaking. It was so cold in the room that Harry couldn't feel his fingertips or his toes.
He racked his brains, trying to remember anything of what had caused him to be here in this darkest room. But there were only flashes. He remembered everything, his whole life, except how he got here...
Voldemort.
Voldemort had something to do with this. Harry knew that for sure, but other than that Harry knew nothing.
Hours passed, Harry watched the little light there was slowly go away, knowing the night had fallen upon him - literally.
Never in his life he had felt so alone, so scared and hopeless. They always say that losing hope is the worst thing that can happen to someone. And Harry tried not to, but the walls were so dark and the light had gone away. He had spent hours in this room and no one had come to rescue him.
"Was I this... this depressed before I came here?" Harry asked himself, for he could still not remember anything that had happened to him.
He knew something had happened, something bad. He could feel it... He had once been a happy boy, right? A boy who had stayed hopeful through everything that happened to him, right?
He looked at the bruises on his skin, but they remained bruises. No memories popped into his mind.
Then the wall opened, or a door made of wall. Harry felt relieved that at least there was a door in his room, although "hole" was more like it. He tried to push himself into the wall, for the person who stepped in had not showed himself or herself yet. There was only a dark shadow.
The shadow threw some kind of blanket toward him, which Harry wrapped around himself quickly. The cold couldn't touch him any longer.
"Harry Potter," a voice said. Harry frowned. He did not recall hearing this voice before. The shadow stepped into the room, revealing a man whom Harry had never seen before.
"Why am I here?" Harry asked.
"Why are you here?" The man laughed.
The laugh was a cruel one, causing Harry to dislike the man immediately.
"You, Harry Potter, have lost, and everybody thinks that you're dead. The light side has lost and you know what the best thing about it is? We have you," The man smirked.
"What do you mean you have me?" Harry asked, feeling extremely uncomfortable.
"Potter, since you were brought up in the Muggle world and always stayed in the light, you never saw or heard about the ways of the Dark side. You, Potter, are now officially in the Dark side... as a slave," The man grinned wickedly.
"A slave?" Harry asked, his jaw dropping.
"Yes, slaves still exist. Human slaves. You wouldn't think that dark wizards like to shag their house elves, would you?" The man raised his eyebrow.
"Shag?" Harry asked, his breath getting inregular.
"It's time to show you the ways of the world. You've been living in a fairy-tale, Potter. It's time to get that image out of your pretty little head."
"You can't be serious about this. This has to be a joke," Harry said, stunned.
The man began to laugh again, making Harry realise that this was for real. He had landed in Hell. He would become someone's slave...
"You can't do this to people! You have no right to make decisions about someone else's life!" Harry shouted angrily.
"Oh, but I do have the right to decide about my slaves, and guess what? Someone has already bought you for his son," The man said.
"His son?" Harry asked stunned again.
"Well what did you think?" the man began to laugh, harder than ever. "You- you honestly thought that you were going to be sold to a woman? Women are too weak to handle slaves, they just fall in love with them and that kind of bullshit. The men can't afford their wives to fall in love with a slave, they cost them enough money as it is. Besides, a woman can get pregnant. Men have far too much power and pride to let that happen."
Harry stared at the man in disbelief. Dark wizanrd weren't only owning slaves, they were buying women, too, and treating them badly.
What was happening to him? This all seemed so unreal, so unfair.
"You're lucky the man who bought you wants you untrained. It's hard to train a seventeen-year-old boy. Normally, we raise them from the age of 7 or 8." The man said. "He thinks his son will find it amusing to see you struggle."
Harry frowned. He had so many questions that he didn't know which one to ask first. "Who bought me?"
"Enough questions," the man barked abruptly. "Come with me."
Harry silently followed the man, his head messed up as hell. He'd never known this world... Hell, he wouldn't have believed it if someone had told him about it... and yet he was here, for sale...
I still remember the world
through the eyes of a child,
Slowly those feelings were
clouded with what I know now.
Where has my heart gone?
An uneven trade for the
real world
Oh-I want to go back to
believing in everything and knowing nothing at all.
As he walked by down the corridor, he saw that you could look right through the walls. He saw little boys, pretty boys, sitting against the wall, awaiting their destiny, as he was doing a couple of minutes ago.
They all looked so frightened. Soon they would be let out of their cells and they, too, would be embarrassed by the thought that someone could have been watching them the whole time.
Next to each window hung a photo, and next to that a price.
These little boys would be sold and raped by nasty, old, ugly men. Harry felt very sorry for them.
Harry had lived a normal life before this. These boys, though, would never have a real life. They would only have a captured life, where raping was normal. They would probably have no friends, no education.
Suddenly, Harry realised how much he had loved his life, even though it had been complicated. He had cursed himself for being the way he was many times, but now he wanted to go back... Back to what was.
Where has my heart gone?
Trapped in the eyes of a
stranger...
I want to go back to
believing in everything
The corridor didn't seemed to go on forever. Harry didn't know how many boys he had passed before he reached the end. This was like a supermarket for little boys. How in Merlin's name could this be considered normal in this world? How could anyone do such a thing to these little boys, who knew nothing about the real world? Or was the world Harry had been living in imaginary?.He didn't know. He was so confused
With the blanket still wrapped around his fragile frame, Harry reached the end of the never-ending corridor. He was shivering from the cold and from fear. Terrified, he awaited the horrors his future was holding for him. There was a door, a normal door this time, which opened.
Harry's eyes widened. This couldn't be right. This was a lie, a nightmare. His mind was screaming for him to wake up, but he couldn't get it to listen. It had never listened...
Right in front of him stood a smirking Lucius Malfoy. One eyebrow raised, Lucius was observing him undividedly.
Harry held the blanket tighter and glared back with his jaw clenched. He should have known that of all people, Malfoy would be the one breaking him. The one crushing him until there was nothing left of him but powder. When he was done, Malfoy would open his hand and the wind would take the powder with him. No one would know what happened with Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived after his 'death', because that's what he was now: dead to all his friends and to the world.
"Mr. Potter, I'm delighted to meet you as my servant," Lucius drawled, showing no signs of sympathy. Not that Harry had expected it in any way... not after he saw those boys.
"Fuck you," Harry spat, despising Lucius Malfoy even more than he did in the first place.
Lucius smirked. "Oh, so you already know your task? I'll have to disappoint you. I already have a slave. I brought you for Draco. You will never have the delight to fuck me," Lucius said.
Harry was so astonished that he couldn't find the words to reply.
Lucius threw a bag, obviously with money in it, to the man who had sold Harry, and pulled Harry along with him. Lucius closed the door behind him and pushed Harry against the wall, trapping him to prevent him from running.
Lucius took a knife out of his pocket.
Harry took in a sharp breath, holding his breath as long as possible. He looked from Lucius to the knife and back, wondering what Lucius was planning to do with the sinister object.. An image of Lucius marking a big 'M' on his chest made him feel nauseated.
"This is a portkey to our manor, take it!" Lucius ordered finally, rolling his eyes. "You will wait there and be silent or I'll punish you."
Harry let out a sigh of relief and took the knife from Lucius, which brought him to the manor.
Harry closed his eyes and when he opened them again, he was once again in some kind of dungeon. Here too, dark walls looked as if they were falling on top of him. He sighed. Here he was, back in Hell again. Not that he had ever left it - he had hoped that Lucius would have taken him outside.
Harry fought against the oncoming tears. He would not cry. He told himself that over and over again, until his eyes didn't sting anymore.
For the second time within two days, Harry had to go through hours of dark solitude. Harry knew for sure that the night had passed. For some odd reason, he started to have panic attacks. One time, he was afraid that he couldn't see anymore, since it was pitch-black in the dungeon. Another, he got the weird idea that if he didn't say something he would lose the ability to speak.
Then suddenly a door opened, revealing some light, and Harry learned that he could still see. Lucius Malfoy stood in the doorway once again.
"Potter, how was your night?" Lucius asked a little too friendlily.
Harry didn't reply and glared at him.
"Oh, yes, do that. It makes you really pretty," Lucius said sarcastically. "Come here, you piece of shit."
Harry didn't obey until Lucius pointed his wand at him, threatening to hurt him.
"You will be nice to my son, understand?" Lucius spat, grabbing Harry's arm.
Harry tried not to wince when Lucius' nails dug deep into his skin, making him bleed.
"Potter... I do not think you understand the situation you're in now. You're dead to everybody, except to us. If we want to kill you, no one will notice - no one - so you'd better be a good boy." Lucius threatened.
The reality was like a hard slap against his cheek. He was totally dependent on the Malfoys. It hurt. He nodded slightly to let Lucius know that he understood.
Lucius smirked and dragged him along with him, up the stairs. The stairs ended in a big hall, bigger than the one at Hogwarts, but much darker. Harry noticed that the only colours the Malfoys used were black, very little white, some silver and dark bloodred.
Harry was panting from the few stairs they had climbed, but Lucius dragged him along the big staircase without any mercy. By the time they had climbed these additional stairs, Harry was out of breath and very dizzy. There were two big, long corridors: one on his right and one on his left. They walked into the left corridor.
Unfortunately Lucius' dragging was causing Harry's legs to shake violently. He could not keep up. Harry bit his lip hard trying to find the strength to keep on walking and not to give in to the pain in his legs. He could not handle the shame of being carried by a Malfoy on top of his already too painful shame. Harry was thankful when they stopped before one of the first doors.
"Draco," Lucius called, opening the door.
Harry walked into the gigantic room and spotted a figure lying on a large four-poster.
"Draco!" Lucius snapped, pushing Harry back to the corridor.
Draco jerked up, and stood beside his bed within a second. "Yes father?" Draco asked.
"Because you've done what I said, I want to reward you." Lucius spoke, smirking. "You know my slave. I've seen you watching him, so I've bought one for you, too. A special one. I'm sure you'll like the choice I've made."
Lucius grabbed Harry painfully by his neck and dragged him into Draco's bedroom, throwing him on the floor in front of him.
"Father!" Draco exclaimed. Harry didn't know if it was from excitement or surprise. "I thought Potter was dead,"
Harry looked up and saw Draco walk towards him.
"To the world, yes. Voldemort didn't really kill him; he survived again. This time, though, he will not come back. We'll finish him when you get tired of him," Lucius said as if he were discussing the life of a gold fish.
"Just what I wanted, Father, thank you." Draco smirking to Harry.
"I'm glad you like it." Lucius said. "I will leave you alone with your new toy. Oh, and Draco, don't be afraid to use your wand on him."
"I won't, Father, thank you again." Draco answered.
As Lucius left the room, Draco took a few steps back and sat on the edge of the bed. Harry knew that Draco was looking at him, but he didn't know what to do. Should he stand up and yell at Draco, or should he stay on the ground? He really didn't know.
"Potter. Stand up!" Draco growled, deciding for Harry.
Harry stood up, looking right into Draco's eyes.
"So... you're not dead," Draco said, looking at Harry. Draco frowned. "What are you wearing?" he asked disturbed.
"A blanket?" Harry said rolling his eyes. His cheeks flushed when he realised the blanket wasn't big enough to cover everything.
"Where are your clothes?" Draco asked, still disturbed.
"I don't know. I woke up naked," Harry spat. "They probably thought 'Oh, he doesn't need any clothes. He'll just be used for sex, and he doesn't need clothes for that.' Do you know how much I despise your world, Malfoy?"
Draco stood up and walked towards Harry. With one jerk, he pulled the blanket off Harry's body. Harry tried to catch it, but he wasn't fast enough. "That's only because you're the slave here and I'm the master. I think you would enjoy it if the places were the other way round." Draco smirked at Harry, who tried to cover as much as possible.
"I would not!" Harry exclaimed.
"Face it, Potter. I'm the one with the power now, you'll do anything I want." Draco said smugly.
"I'll never have sex with you. I'd rather die!" Harry yelled.
Draco raised both of his eyebrows and shook his head. "That's the thing, Potter. If I don't order you to kill yourself, you won't. You're under my control, and I'm sure you'll enjoy the sex."
Harry rolled his eyes, looking the other way. He didn't have the strength to have a discussion with Malfoy now, so he chose to ignore the blond boy, knowing Malfoy hated to be ignored.
"Potter!" Draco yelled angrily. "Get your ass over here."
Harry continued to look outside, refusing to give in.
Draco clenched his jaw and marched towards Harry. Draco dragged Harry over to his bed and pushed him on top of it. Within a few second Draco climbed on top of Harry, holding Harry's hand over Harry's head.
Harry tried to get away, but he didn't have much strength.
"You smell," Draco said, making a face. "You need a bath." Without giving Harry a warning, Draco dragged him off the bed.
That Harry fell on the ground didn't seem to matter, because Draco continued to drag him along. When they were in an enormous bathroom, Draco pushed Harry onto a chair.
"You stay there," Draco ordered and walked to the bath.
Draco filled the swimming-pool-sized bath and Harry watched him. Never in his entire life Harry had felt so ashamed and humiliated. Here he was sitting naked on a chair, with his enemy having full control over him.
The bath didn't take long to fill itself and Harry soon found himself entering the bath on Draco's command. He wondered if he could maybe drown himself to get out of this mess. He couldn't bear the thought of Draco raping him for the rest of his life, as long as Draco still liked him as his toy. His future was completely hopeless. The bath was nice and warm. Harry didn't mind dying here... Yes, it would be perfect to die here. Now he only needed to find a large object to place upon his stomach, to keep his body from floating toward the surface.
Fallen
angels at my feet
Whispered voices at my ear
Death before my eyes
Lying next to me I fear
She beckons me
Shall I give in
Upon my end shall I begin
Forsaking all I've fallen for
I rise to meet my end
Death was his only escape. Death would take him away from here, to his parents.
To Harry's surprise, Draco stepped into the bath as well, with his pyjamas still on. "I'm not giving you the opportunity to drown yourself, Potter." Draco answered his unspoken question as if he could read his mind.
Harry looked away from Draco, with a blush on his cheeks. Draco had caught him.
Draco swum towards him and grabbed his face. "Merlin! You were serious!" Draco said, shocked. "Potter, you will not kill yourself in my bath, dammit!"
Harry found it somewhat amusing to look right into the shocked eyes of Draco.
Draco clenched his jaw and pushed Harry underwater again without warning. When he let go Harry was gasping for breath and twice as shocked as Draco had been over his suicide thoughts.
"That will teach you," Draco smirked, bringing his hands back towards Harry's hair.
Harry ducked immediately. He didn't want Draco to push him underwater without air again.
"I'm trying to wash your hair, idiot." Draco said, grabbing Harry by the hair and putting some shampoo in his hair.
Harry relaxed a bit when Draco's fingers started to wash his hair. 'Merlin, that feels good.' Harry thought. 'Never thought that Draco would be washing my hair someday.'
"Finished," Draco suddenly said. "Get out."
"But my hair, it still has shampoo in it." Harry complained. He didn't want to get out of the bath so soon.
"It dries out," Draco said, signaling him to get out. Draco had already cast a drying spell on himself, and as soon as Harry was out of the bath, he cast one on Harry as well.
Harry was once again feeling extremely humiliated, walking around naked. He followed Draco out of the bathroom and into Draco's bedroom again.
"Go lie on the bed," Draco ordered. "I have some things to do. I'll take you later." He spoke as if it were a normal thing just to take somebody.
Harry obeyed without being aware that he had. He felt numb. 'I'll take you later,' He could hear Draco saying those words in his mind over and over again. The moment Harryfeared now more than anything was getting closer and closer. Harry tried to distract himself, watching Draco redo his hair. He did not want to be reminded of what was ahead of him.
When Draco was finished doing his hair, he locked the bathroom and cast a spell around the bed, so Harry couldn't escape.
Harry smirked. He had gotten Draco scared by his suicide thoughts. It would have been really funny if he hadn't meant it. Now, though, he was just concerned. He'd never had suicide thoughts before. He was courageous, happy, careful and he certainly never gave up... That optimistic person was Harry Potter; he didn't know who he was now
Draco left the room, leaving Harry all alone in the big bed.
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