Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the other characters from the HP Universe. J.K. Rowling owns them and all rights to them. I am not making any profit off of this; I am only using these characters for my own amusement and hopefully the amusement of the readers.
Warning: This is rated R and could eventually contain NC-17 parts (which will not be posted on FF.net links will be provided for those over 18) this will also contain
*SLASH* relationship. If you don't like it don't read it.
Summary: Harry Potter doesn't want to be a burden to anyone. He has a secret desire that is raking his soul. Harry doesn't want to be a burden he wants more than anything to be owned.
AN: This is a story that keeps invading my mind and I can't get rid of it. So I figured I'd just write it down. I hope it turns out as well as I'd like it to. Needless to say this is AU and it is after the fall of Voldemort so the "big war" isn't going to be included in this story. Could contain Ootp Spoilers.
Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Lived, stood outside the Leaky Cauldron in London. His Uncle Vernon had just dropped him off with a warning "You and your freak friends stay away from my home and never come back" and sped away. The warning didn't bother Harry one bit. He was glad that his seventeenth birthday came and went without event the previous week. He was finally of legal age and didn't have to burden the Dursleys anymore. Not to mention the fact that he hated his so-called family with a passion. A smile crossed his face as he picked up his trunk and Hedwig, his snowy white owl in her cage. He made his way inside the Leaky Cauldron and went up to the bartender Tom who greeted him with a grin.
"Why if it isn't Harry Potter, What can I do for you lad?"
"Hiya Tom, I'm going to need a room for the next couple weeks until school. I'm not sure how much you charge and I don't have much on me but…"
Tom interrupted him suddenly with a grin "Not to worry my boy let's get you signed into the registry and into a room. We can bill your Gringotts account directly."
Harry followed Tom over to the sign in book and quickly signed in. He then followed Tom up the stairs to his room. Tom left him in a nice room with a big bed and a nice desk off to the side. The window had a nice view right into Diagon Alley. Harry put his trunk at the foot of the bed and put Hedwig's cage on the desk by the window. He opened her cage door and the window so she could come and go as she pleased. He grabbed his wand and headed out to explore the alley.
Harry's first stop was to Gringotts Bank to withdrawal some money from his vault. He desperately needed some new clothes as he was still wearing his cousin Dudley's castoffs that didn't fit him well at all. He was pleased to find that the goblins could exchange some of his Galleons into Muggle money and at a great exchange rate too. So off he went with his bottomless moneybag filled with Galleons, Sickles, a few Knuts, and the muggle money consisting of the paper pound notes.
Harry walked through Diagon Alley looking at this and that on vendor carts and through shop windows but he didn't stop to buy, at least not yet. He had more important things to get to first. He slipped through the passageway back into the Leaky Cauldron and then out onto the streets of Muggle London. It was a bit disconcerting being all alone in the big city but still a wonderful experience since he never got to go shopping for himself before. He walked down the street to a local shopping center and he slipped into the nearest clothing store.
Harry looked around at all the clothing and was completely perplexed by all the choices. After wearing Dudley's hand-me-downs for all those years Harry didn't even know what size he wore. While he was looking around a salesclerk walked towards him.
"Hi I'm Katy, How can I help you today?"
Harry looked up to see the young clerk. She was short and perky with spiky black-blue hair.
"Umm…Yeah I'm Harry and I need a whole new wardrobe and I'm not sure where to start or what to get…" Harry stammered with an embarrassed blush upon his cheeks.
"Not a problem Harry we can get you set up right away, let's just go over here and get you a dressing room and we'll pick out some things for you to try on so we can ascertain your size."
Harry followed Katy to the back of the store watching as she grabbed pants and shirts from the racks. She ushered him into a dressing room and handed him the clothing with instructions to try it on. After trying on a couple different sizes and styles and getting Katy's opinion on each of them Harry had a good selection of clothing both casual and more formal. After picking out all the basics Katy ushered him to another part of the shop to show him more clothing choices. She talked him into trying on some soft black leather pants that fit him like a second skin without feeling tight. He loved the feel of the leather against the skin and with the silk shirt he tried on with it he had to admit he looked hot.
After adding a couple pairs of leather trousers including a nice buttery soft pair of brown suede pants, and a bunch of silk button down shirts in a rainbow of colors Harry went to make his purchases. After paying and saying his goodbyes Harry walked out of the shop wearing a new pair of black jeans with an emerald green t-shirt. He felt better than he had in a long time. Since he was loaded down with bags he trekked back to The Leaky Cauldron to unload his stash. With a quick nod at Tom, Harry ran up the stairs to drop his bags off and then he was back out the door into Muggle London.
While walking around London, Harry came upon a shop that did Tattoos. He walked in and started looking at the drawings on the walls. He came upon a section of Chinese tattoos and was reading over the meanings of the pictures when one caught his eye. There in the middle was picture #432 that was a Chinese symbol that almost looked like two X's and Harry new he had to have that tattoo. It called to him like nothing he'd ever felt before. He went up to the man at the counter and asked for #432. He wanted it to be done on his right shoulder blade and after signing the paperwork and paying the man he sat down on a chair in the 'workroom' and the man got down to work. A while later Harry was the proud new owner of a 'slave' tattoo.
Harry didn't know why he picked that particular tattoo but a feeling deep inside his soul gave him the reason, All Harry ever wanted was to belong to someone. He'd never had anyone to love and support him, not really anyway. To him it was just an expression of a need within his soul. After everything that had happened in his life Harry didn't feel like he had control anymore. He desperately wanted someone to be in control for him but he didn't see how that was possible. He could always dream… Realizing that he was standing in the middle of the street daydreaming Harry quickly made his way back to The Leaky Cauldron. He passed through the barrier and made his way through Diagon Alley.
AN: This is a story that I am working on. I'm not sure if it's something anyone would be interested in reading so I'm posting my first couple of pages of writing here to get some general feedback. Let me know if you'd like me to continue or should I scrap this idea and move on to my next?