Shattered Pawn

By Ammie Hawk

Disclaimer: I in no way, shape, or form own Harry Potter or Gundam Wing. I just love torturing the poor characters and bending them to my will. MWAHAHAHAHAHA

Summary: The war against Voldemort ended in the DoM and Harry, having fulfilled his purpose, was discarded by the wizarding world. The Dursleys, no longer obligated to care for their nephew, do the unthinkable and sell him into slavery, a now common practice in the Muggle world.

Warnings: Bad!Wizarding world (minus select few), Slave!Harry, Yaoi

Pairings: 04/HP (eventually), 03/05, 01/02

Prologue: Sold!

Harry Potter lay on his bed in the smallest bedroom of number 4 Privet Drive, his back bloody from his most recent beating from his uncle. It had only been a week since he returned to his relatives house from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but what with the recent downfall of Voldemort, he was at their mercy.

Though he wasn't really sure why, it had surprised the young savior how fast the wizarding world had turned their backs on him once his purpose had been completed. Not that he got credit for it though. No, that had gone to Dumbledore, who had been seen with his wand pointed at the snake faced bastard as he drew his last breath. Fudge had immediately apologized to the old man and declaired him, once again, the defeater of a dark wizard. But in truth, it had been Harry who had killed Voldemort once and for all, with the help of Bellatrix Lestrange, amazingly enough.

After Sirius Black, Harry's godfather, had fallent through the Veil, Harry had followed the bitch who sent him through, intent on avenging his godfather. He managed to slow her up with the Cruciatus Curse, but he just couldn't perform it correctly. Just after she got back to her feet, Voldemort had shown up, followed almost immediately by Dumbledore.

The two had fought for what felt like hours, and finally Voldemort decided to bring Harry into the fray. Using the link of Harry's scar, he managed to shift his spirit into the younger wizard. While Dumbledore was distracted by this new turn of events, Bellatrix decided she would eliminate him as a threat to her master. But as fate, luck, or whatever higher power you prescribe to, would have it, her aim was slightly off and the green jet of light sped past the wizened old Headmaster and hit the immobile form of Lord Voldemort instead. When the realization of what she had done hit her, the Azkaban-crazed woman turned her wand on herself and ended her own life.

Voldemort's spirit, no longer having a body it was attached to, tried to take over Harry but couldn't and was driven out. When Harry finally regained control of his body, he began an incantation Hermione had found to send an unanchored spirit on a one way ticket to the other side. As Voldemort's spirit dissolved into vapor, his body convulsed once before finally lying still, never to move again.

At that exact moment, Fudge and almost every other Ministry official showed up. The Minister of Magic offered a full apology and pardon to Dumbledore on the spot, and then, after hearing the Headmaster's account of what had just happened, went over and picked up Harry's wand, snapping it cleanly in two and sentencing him to live the remainder of his life as a Muggle.

All his assets in Gringotts were distributed to various charities, as stated in his parents' will, while his school supplies, as well as his prized Firebolt, would go to less fortunate Hogwart's students. It was just lucky for him that his Invisibility Cloak and the Marauders Map were hidden in his jeans pocket at the time or he would've lost them as well.

As Harry lay there, his mind wandered to the most recent reason for his uncle's wrath: Hedwig. He hadn't seen his former pet since the Ministry had snapped his wand and he'd assumed she had been assigned as one of the school owls. However, the letter she had delivered to him proved that theory wrong. It was from Hermione Granger, one of his best friends and former year mates at Hogwarts.

The letter had been worth the punishment though. Apparently, Ron, his former best friend, and his sister, Ginny, had believed Dumbledore's bullshit about him and had also taken partial credit for Voldy's fall, as well as claiming the majority of his personal belongings. However, when Hermione realized this, she wrote both of them off as her friends and had put in a transfer to Beauxbatons. And, according to the letter, she had been accepted and she and her parents were in the process of moving to France.

Harry was glad that at least one person believed he wasn't going to take Voldemort's place as Dark Lord. He was also extremely relieved that Hedwig had picked the witch for her new owner. He knew Hermione would take good care of his faithful pet.

He came back to the present as he heard the front door slam. He curled up into a tight ball, knowing his uncle had just returned from wherever he had gone after bloodying his nephew. He vaguely thought of throwing himself out the window as he heard the heavy tread of his tormenter coming up the stairs. Before he could muster up the strength to do anything, the door flew open, flooding the small room in bright light. He threw his hands up over his head, hoping to shield himself from the light and whatever was about to come his way.

"I see what you mean," said a voice he didn't recognize. "He'd be the perfect gift to sweeten the deal. However, the back will have to be treated before we can make the offer. We wouldn't want to offer him damaged goods, now would we?"

"Of course not," his uncle snorted smugly. "I'll have the missus come up immediately and get him cleaned up for transportation."

"You have your raise, Dursley," the stranger said, stepping closer to the bed. "Even if the merger fails, this little one will fetch a charming profit."

Harry felt his hands being lowered forcefully and something was slipped around his neck.

"I'll be back for him in the morning," the stranger caressed Harry's raven locks tenderly. "Be sure he's bathed as well, wouldn't want the little slave smelling of sweat and blood."

Without another word, the pair left the room, plunging it back into utter darkness. Harry let out a soft whimper as what was said and done actually sank in. His uncle had just sold him into slavery! For a raise! Tears stung his eyes as he reached up to touch the soft leather of the slave collar now adorning his throat.

Ammie: I know, yet another fic started by me. This is just something I had started on my computer and decided to see where it would go. Anyway, please tell me what you think.