Okay…. Honestly I have absolutely no idea where this story came from. I was watching a movie about the Civil War and slavery, and that eventually led me to think about Harry and Draco….. Don't ask me how because I can't answer that for you. I couldn't sleep until I wrote this, and I even wrote the majority of it in one sitting which took me 3 hours, seriously. It's been sitting in a word document for a long time now, and I edited a lot. I still don't know if I like this story, but I figured I'd let you guys be the judge of that. Please, your reviews would really help me decide if I should continue.
WARNINGS: mentions of rape, slight mentions of child abuse, this has some slavery in it…. Probably not what you're thinking. The main focus of this isn't a slavefic and if you want something like that then you'll have to go somewhere else, sorry.
Sooo….. I hope you like it?
As harry approached the painting to Gryffindor tower, his ears were suddenly met with a blood curdling scream, coming from deep inside. He quickly ran the rest of the way, mumbled bumbling batfins, and hurried through and up the stairs, what he saw there still haunts him to this day.
Draco Malfoy, his boyfriend was curled up in a ball surrounded by a group of Gryffindor's, his supposed friends, all wearing smug grins on their faces. To his horror his 'Best mate' was standing in front of his lover, who was clad in only loose fitting ratty shorts, pointing his wand and laughing an evil laugh. One of such he had only heard from the worst of the worst.
Draco trembled as the Cruciatas Curse was again cast on his frail body. Harry noticed that if you looked hard enough, every single one of his beloved's ribs could be seen. Bruises and cuts covered him from head toe. Harry had never seen anybody this terrified, as he tried to curl up into himself. He let out another terrified scream, and at that, he thought it was time to let everyone know he was here.
Trying to hide the complete rage, fear, and anguish that engulfed his entire being, Harry said, "What is going on here?" From the hastily hidden looks that everyone besides Ron tried to hide, he figured they hadn't planned on him finding out. They probably figured that he loved Draco enough to try to intervene.
Harry's heart broke when Draco turned his head around and he was met full on by the look in his eyes. Eyes once so beautiful and that fully showed of his cunningness, arrogance, quick-wittedness, everything that was Draco Malfoy. Eyes once filled with laughter and happiness that Draco got only after him and Harry had got together two years ago, their sixth year. Silver-grey eyes that Draco only allowed Harry to read completely, where now nothing but a liquid pool of hurt, as tears slowly spilled from the eyes once filled with such invigorating life.
"Ah, Harry finally you're here. I thought it would take forever for you to get here. Meet my new slave. Lucius Malfoy sold off his own son to escape Azkaban's grasp. Some father he is, and this slave's mother went right along with him. They even mentioned were his interests might lie, saying that a faggot like him would even love to be used… in that fashion." Ron said smugly smirking at Draco, and kicking him in his ribs. Harry winced as he heard already broken bones, break even more. From the look on Draco's face he knew it had to have hurt.
"What… Why…. How…. Huh?" Harry asked confusion clearly evident in his voice. Unable to control his anger after hearing the quiet whimpers coming from the man he loved, his Dragon, Harry screamed. "What the bloody hell is going on here, and why the fuck is my boyfriend being abused?"
Ron visibly paled at his best mate's reaction. "I thought you would be happy, Harry. Putting Malfoy in his place, at our feet. He was given to my family when he was first enslaved, everybody was ecstatic when we were told the news. You know how much my family has hated the Malfoys. Well, that is everyone except the twins and Bill. They kind of freaked out, and said until we came to terms with our atrocities', then they considered themselves not part of this family. We disowned them. Mom and Dad said I could take him to school with me, seeing as he obeys me best." Ron said sounding suddenly uncertain.
Harry looked up at Ron through his hair, eyes not able to contain the fury embedded in them. "Why in the bloody fucking hell would you think that I would want to treat the man I love more than life itself like this? Why I would want to treat ANYBODY like this. Slavery's wrong in every way!" He growled, glaring daggers at Ron.
"I- I- just thought- I just thought you would be excited. I mean, even 'Mione was happy when I told her. A lot of these bruises were caused by her, and the rest of the Gryffindor's. Well except those who were to chicken to man up to it. But don't worry I handled them." Ron replied.
"This is all your fault, if you hadn't been bending over and letting Harry bugger your brains out, then he would be thrilled with the prospect of having a slave willing to do things for him. You stupid piece of good for nothing shite." Ron punctuated each of those words with a hard kick into Draco's body. Draco let out a long string of whimpers.
Harry had finally had enough of this treatment. He rushed forward and fell to his knees in front of Draco, wrapping his arms around him, and protecting him from anything else that was going to be thrown at him. He wouldn't let anything else hurt his precious Dragon. Ron, drunk of his rage, hadn't realized what Harry had done, and let two vicious kicks fly into Harry's back. Harry, used to this from his years at the Dursley's, didn't even flinch.
"Harry what are you doing?" Ron asked in surprise.
"I told you, I wasn't going to let anything happen to him. I love Draco, and I'm not just going to stand here and watch as he's tortured by people who are supposed to my friends." Harry said, pulling Draco farther into his chest, feeling the sobs soak into his robes.
Ron appalled at someone showing affection to a slave, tried to pull Harry off, but was unable to. When it came to Draco, Harry would do anything to protect him. Ron glared, but it had no effect on anyone. Harry was too wrapped up in Draco to even pay attention to his former best mate's facial expression. And the other Gryffindor's in the room shamefully stared down at the ground, not ashamed at what they had done to Draco, but ashamed they were stupid enough to get caught and loose what little "protection" the Golden Boy provided.
"I didn't want it to come down to this, but if you two are truly in love, than I have control over you Harry. I can only make you stay away from him short periods of time, while he's in his Master's presence, submitting to my every command. However, that does mean you won't be getting in the way at this time, so I can torture your so called lover some more."
Draco's grip on Harry tightened, as he leaned farther into his chest. He didn't want Harry to leave, but he knew that he could be forced to. Harry only wrapped his arms around Draco tighter, hoping, praying, that wasn't true. He didn't want to leave his dragon alone in the company of his…. 'Master'. But no sooner than the words were made into a thought, that he was wrenched away from his boyfriends grasp by invisible hands. Hearing Draco's agony filled pleas tore his heart into even more pieces. He was helpless as his body was unwillingly dragged up the stairs into the seventh year's dormitory, Draco's and his screams mixing into one drawn out bellow.
The door was slammed shut, but he could still hear the screams. Wrenching the door open, he tried to pass over the threshold, only to be met by an unbreakable and invisible barrier.
He heard his name whispered, but he didn't care. All he cared about was getting to Draco, and beating Ron into a bloody pulp. He screamed and pounded against the barrier for at least ten minutes, drove on by the screams of the man he was in love with, until his hands hurt and cuts and scrapes bled. "Good" he thought, "let them bleed and hurt, like Draco's hurting now." His body finally grew exhausted and he collapsed into a fit of sobs.
He was surprised by the two sets of arms that wrapped around him, and he instantly thrashed out, hitting someone squarely in the face. "Harry, HARRY!" He was filled regret when he realized who was holding him, but remembering what transpired downstairs pulled away, thoughts of them hurting his Draco.
"Dean, Neville, come to try to stop me. Think it's hilarious to hear Draco's screams. To know what's happening to him right now, this second." Harry viciously spit out at them. The nerve of them, to try to comfort him when they had partook in Draco's pain.
"Harry I swear, we didn't touch him. We were sitting by the fire, waiting for you, so we could tell you something. Then Ron showed up leading Draco by a….leash. We were appalled, and told him so. He told us we would help him or we could get are pansy asses out of the common room. We were going to try to help him, because we both know that slavery is wrong, just plain. But, all of the sudden we found ourselves on our backs. Harry I swear, there's something wrong with Ron. We tried to help Draco, I swear harry we did.
"But, Ron knows spells Harry, dark spells. And, I- I almost killed Neville because of one of them he put on me. My wand was literally at his throat, and the killing curse was almost on my lips, when he stopped the spell, and told us if we didn't leave he would kill us. It wasn't the imperious curse; I have never heard anything like it before. And then he put the Cruciatus curse on Neville, and I couldn't stand him being in pain like that. So I just picked him up and carried him up the stairs. He couldn't even walk he was in so much pain. Please Harry, you have to understand. We tried we really did try to protect him but we couldn't. I- I- didn't want to risk my boyfriend's life." Dean said, grabbing Neville's and planting a gentle kiss to the knuckles, tears coming to his eyes.
Harry silently contemplated what Dean had just said. It made since really. Harry just couldn't imagine Dean and Neville wanting to hurt anyone, even Draco. They were the ones who supported Harry and Draco the most when they came out. And Harry couldn't get what Ron said earlier about taking care of those who wouldn't listen. Also, Harry hadn't known that they were a couple. A soft smile played across his lips at the thought of it. They really were cute together. And Harry couldn't exactly blame them; he knew he would do the same if it was Draco's life he needed to protect. He wasn't mad. Upset that they couldn't do more, that HE couldn't do more, yes. But not mad at the only friends he had left. Well he guessed he could count the twins and Bill as friends also, but still. They tried they're hardest, and that was all that he could have asked for.
"I'm not mad. Just….upset at the situation. I can't help Draco and that kills me. I'm sorry I freaked out like that." He said, smiling softly. He couldn't help it, he started to cry.
"Thanks Harry. That means a lot." Neville said, as he and Dean rubbed calming circles into their weeping friend's back. Harry leaned into the touch, sobbing. And still sat with him on the floor, silently showing their support, as his gut wrenching sobs dwindled into soft cries. After hours of hearing screams and cries come from downstairs, the silence that suddenly came over them jolted Harry to his feet. He tentatively reached a hand out the door, and seeing as it passed through with ease, ran through it and down the stairs.
Reaching the bottom, he pushed past all the people crowded in the middle of the common room, and fell next to the broken, battered, and bloody boy collapsed in the middle, lying in a puddle of his own blood. He noticed that Draco was now naked. A look filled with pure rage met every single one of the people standing around him. Harry guessed there was 20-30 people all fourth year and up. He knew every single one by name, and had considered most of them as friends. He was mostly shocked at seeing Hermione there, robes bloody and hair bushier than normal. He always thought she was completely against slavery, considering everything she went through with the house elves.
With the look that Harry shot her, her face made itself into a harsh frown. She didn't show one sign of remorse. "He's a faggot Harry. Faggots deserve this. He took you away from me. You were supposed to be mine. I love you Harry. And he made you into a Fag." A look of complete disgust came over her face. "All fags deserve to be beaten, including you, especially you." And with that, she turned around and started to walk up the stairs.
Gasps of shock were heard coming from the circle of onlookers. No one had expected that. Harry didn't think he had ever been that angry in his entire life. He hated, absolutely hated that word. He had been called that all his life by the Dursleys, and hated it. And now she was calling Draco that.
Hermione was stopped dead in her tracks, as she heard Harry's ice cold voice. "He didn't make me gay, I was born this way. I can't help it being gay; unlike you can help it being a cunt. I would never love a bitch like you, who is so heartless, even if I was straight. No one will ever love a buck toothed, bushy haired, freak who is under the notion she always has to be right, because without her brains, everyone would see her for what she truly was. You're a worthless pathetic bitch, who no one has ever, could ever, and will never love. You make me sick to my stomach. If you ever come near Draco again, I will fucking kill you." Harry said, voice filled with nothing but venomous hate.
If people were shocked before, they were knocked speechless. No one had ever heard Harry talk to anybody in that way, and were utterly shocked by his actions. Hermione promptly burst into tears, and ran out of the common room. The looks that people gave him after having said what he had to Hermione only fueled his hate.
"Do NOT fucking look at me like that. Everything I said was true, and don't you fucking dare try telling me otherwise." Harry spit out. "And as for the rest of you piece of shite arsehole's you better listen closely. Draco is a fucking human being. What you did to him is inexcusable. I swear on whatever god you believe in, if you come near him again, I will kill you. You have no fucking idea about the shite he has had to deal with. He has dealt with so much bloody baggage, the likes of which you have never even heard of. Voldemort lived in his HOUSE. He could not escape him, believe me I know." Harry felt pleased as he saw the students flinch at the name. Almost a year after he defeated Voldemort and still there was hardly anyone who could say his name without flinching. People really could be stupid sometimes.
"Draco's father beat into his head, that if he didn't believe in everything he was told, and do exactly what he was told, he would be killed. I watched his father beat him into a bloody pulp the night I killed Voldemort last year, because he was defending me, his boyfriend. You have no idea. Don't go fucking judging people that you know nothing about. You guys make me sick, and you are no better than Lucius Malfoy. I really should just hex you all within an inch of your life, but my boyfriend needs me right now." Harry said turning around and reaching out his hands for his Dragon.
"I still own him, and there is only one way you can possibly break that bound. He is my slave, my property…. But I guess I'll let you hold him tonight. He already has his orders. And he better obey them. He knows what's in store for him otherwise." Ron said, glaring maliciously at Draco. Harry saw Draco shudder, and knew that Ron must have done something. Harry blocked Draco's view of him and chose to ignore Ron; he didn't want to anger him. No matter how much he hated it, he knew Ron could keep him away from his beloved. Harry listened quietly as he heard the sounds of retreating footsteps. When they were no more, he looked back to make sure they were gone. And saw that Dean and Neville were still standing there; they gave him a look of reassurance.
"Dean, I'm sure you know muggle first aid. Can you please bring me a first aid kit? I have a feeling I'm not going to be able to heal him magically." Dean nodded, and Harry turned back to his top priority. Taking in all the blood that pooled around the blonde, the blood covering his body, and the blood that turned his hair almost red, Harry was struck with the realization that he couldn't do nothing for him. He would need either a muggle doctor, a wizard one.
"Draco can you hear me, Draco please open your eyes." Harry said, not realizing in all the commotion that was going on Draco had fallen asleep.
"No, please I was good Master. You said I could be with Harry if I did everything I was told. Please Master, I didn't complain once. You promised Master. I let them all do what they wanted to me. Please Master, you promised me." Draco said, as he thrashed around on the ground. That's when Harry realized he was either having a dream or hallucinating.
"Draco, it's me. It's Harry. I swear, Draco. Open your eyes Dray and see. I'm here now, they're not going to hurt you, I promise. Oh please Dray, open your eyes. Dragon. DRAGON!" Harry screamed the nickname that only Harry called him, hoping that would make him realize who it was. And with that, Draco opened his eyes, and stared at his lover.
"Harry. Oh Harry." He sobbed, falling into his boyfriend's embrace. All Harry could do was wrap his arms around him and pull him harder against chest. Not caring about his robes that were now covered in blood.
"Draco listen to me. What exactly did Ron say about healing, his exact words?" Harry asked hope in his voice.
Draco thought for a second. "Slave, you are not to have your….your faggot boyfriend heal you or any of the other pathetic excuses for the people in this tower. If… If I hear about it then I'll…. Give you much worse than you had tonight or any other night. And just like I made harry leave, I could make him stay to witness it all. " Draco started breathing heavily as he leaned against Harry.
Despite the situation, Harry couldn't help but grin at the loophole he had found. "Dragon, he didn't say anything about anybody outside of this room healing you, did he?" Harry whispered directly into Draco's ear, not wanting to be heard by any spying charms that might have been placed.
Draco also found himself grinning, despite all the pain he was in, as realization struck him. "No love, he didn't." That grin quickly turned into a grimace though, as pain shot through him and he cried out.
Harry gently stroked Draco's back, hoping to calm him. "Draco, I swore to you when we first got involved with each other during sixth year that I would never lie to you. So I'm not going to lie to you now. I don't think I can heal you with just simple muggle first aid. You're really bad off, babe. Only a muggle doctor or a mediwizard can help you. So since he didn't say you weren't aloud, does that mean I can take you to the hospital wing, and have madam Pomfrey help you?" Harry asked in a hopeful, pleading tone.
"I think so, yeah. Otherwise just thinking about disobeying…. my Master's orders would send shocks through my body. Harry you know I love you right. And that if I could have a choice, I wouldn't choose to be a slave. Please tell me you believe me. I didn't want to let him touch me, or let the others touch me either. Despite what he'll say. I swear Harry I didn't want it. I just couldn't disobey him. I'm sorry I betrayed you Harry." Draco said sobbing uncontrollably now. Harry was struck by the realization that those bastards had forced themselves on the boy he loved.
Harry placed a soft kiss against Draco's forehead and then against his temple. He then let a soft kiss on his lips calm all Draco's fears. "Baby, I love you so much, I can't even express it all. I swear to you I don't believe that you wanted it, nor will I ever. I know you love me, and I also know you would never do those things, love. I love you more than life itself. If I could, I would gladly take on all your pain, and replace you in the bond. But, right now I really need to get you to the hospital wing, okay. When we have time we'll talk later." Just as he picked up Draco bridle style, Neville and Dean showed up.
Seeing there inquiring looks, Harry said, "No time to explain; right now I need to get Draco to the hospital wing." He said as he walked through the portrait, trying to hurry as much as he could, with his tortured beloved in his arm. With a quick glance at each other, Neville and Dean hurried after him.
PLEASE REVIEW FOR ME. I don't know if I like this, and have no idea why I wrote it. I won't update until I have at least six reviews, or at least ten alerts of any kind. So… yep PLEASE REVIEW.
Okay so those of you who actually read through it all might be a little confused on the whole Voldemort thing. Well you see this chapter is nearly 4,000 words long so I really didn't want to add that story yet and make it even longer. And with the author note typed thing that I wrote, made it even longer so…. Yeah. I promise that the next chapter will explain how Draco and Harry got together and how Voldemort was killed.
Also next chapter won't be as violent. It'll mostly just be Harry, Draco, Madame Pomfrey, Neville and Dean in the hospital wing, and them learning….some things about Draco's condition. Nothing bad I promise…it's almost good news they learn, but if you want to find out then you'll have to review.
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