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Wishing to Forget

Harry, Severus, Dumbledore

Trigger warning: implied non-con, abuse, torture, slavery

Chapter one

Dumbledore hated it when he had to make visits like this. André was a bastard and a murderer, not to mention the most notorious sex slave trader in all of England. He was an incubus of the cruelest blood. Unfortunately, he was the only person he knew to ask on this matter. He knocked on the door to the manor. An elderly woman opened the door, peeping through the tiny open wing between the door and the wall.

"How may my master assist you my lord?" The woman was many of the slaves that André owned. Her posture spoke of repeated beatings and misuse.

"I believe that he is in possession of someone that is of great importance to me." Albus said confidently. The old woman grunted and closed the door. Albus could hear the chain that locked the door being drawn across the latch.

"My master will see you." The woman said softly. She bowed deeply and lead him through a series of twisted passage ways before stopping in front of a giant oak door. She knocked three times. The door was opened by a young boy. He was no older than 18! His bare chest revealed his muscular physique and abused skin. His eyes scanned over Albus, suspicious, then he opened the door wide and allowed Albus entry to the room. The elderly woman bowed deeply again before shuffling away back down the hallway.

"So... Albus Dumbledore. What brings you here? You would never stray into such dark territory without a justifiable cause." Albus inclined his head to the man as he spoke. The man was petting the head of a young boy. His head was turned away from both Albus and his master. From what Albus could see, the child was naked. His stature was very small and skinny. The child could be no older than eleven or twelve. Albus felt like being ill. The man sitting in the lavish armchair was a twisted, sick man.

"I have come to inquire about a young boy that was sold to you a three or so years ago. He was sold from the muggle world." Albus asked. His voice betraying nothing.

"The muggle world you say? Hmm." The man, André rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "How old?"

"Fourteen. Though my reports say he would look younger due to malnutrition. I have been searching for him for three years. He was due to come to Hogwarts on his eleventh birthday." Albus replied carefully. Hoping the monster would remember that particular purchase.

"Hmm. I see. He would be amongst my many Boys. He would be preparing for use by now. I shall have all my boys of that age be brought here. You can make the selection yourself." André said softly. Thinly veiled irritation in his voice.

"Wait. Maybe not. The boy I am searching for has a very particular scar..." Albus said. His urgency obvious. He waited patiently for André to show he was listening. "He has a lightning bolt, it is on his forehead." André sat up straighter in his armchair. Recognition at last. The boy at his feet shifted slightly.

"Angelo." André breathed. The hand on the young boys head had tightened. The sick mans knuckles were white. The boy mad no sound of protest against the pain.

"You are looking for my Angelo." André let go of the slave boys hair and stood. He snapped his fingers and the older slave came forward from his position by the door.

"Fetch Angelo. I want him prepared as he would for a guest and here within fifteen minutes. Go Michaelis. Fifteen minutes." André waved his hand, dismissing the slaves from the room.

"You want Angelo. That is surprising. I was told by the fat muggle who sold him to me, that it had no family left. That it was an orphan. Hmmm. This changes my previous arrangement. But maybe not by much. How much would you pay for my Angelo? To have him in your possession again?" Albus felt like throwing something at André, or better, cursing him. It made him close to illness, hearing the man speak of another human being like that.

"Name your price." He hissed back, unable to keep the loathing from his voice.

"Fifty thousand Galleons. That is my price. Dearest Angelo is close to priceless. However, as a previous owner I feel you should be given a discount." Albus nodded faintly. Then came a knock on the door. The strong young man entered the room. A chain clasped tightly in his hand. Behind him was an ethereal beauty. His long black hair swaying lightly behind him, just past his shoulders. His Avada green eyes would have glowed brightly had they not been dulled by his horrific life. The white robes that flowed around him nearly blended with his pale complexion. It was hard to tell where fabric stopped and skin began. Around his neck was an intricate collar of clockwork. It ticked and hissed as the time passed. A pair of pure white angels wings were spread out behind him. They were real enough. Harry would have started developing signs of creatures blood within the first years at Hogwarts.

"Ah. My beauty. My Angelo." André exclaimed. He approached the young man and pulled him in deeply for a savage kiss. Angelo allowed it. His arms stayed limp by his side and no emotion sparked in his eyes.

"I will pay your price André. Here and now, I shall pay." The master looked at Albus, considering. He nodded tightly. Then he handed the leash to Albus. Angelo dropped to his knees and prostrated himself before the old headmaster. His arms bound by golden shackles. Albus steadied himself. If he blinked now, it would all be ruined. Quickly he handed over the purse that held his money and scooped up the leash.

"All seems to be in order." André informed Albus casually as he counted the golden coins, too busy with his newly acquired money to spare them a glance. "Give him a new name and take him from the grounds." Albus watched the rich slave master depart from the room. The elderly slave reentered and waited patiently for him to make his move.

"Harry Potter. Come let us get you home." The young man rose gracefully to his feet and followed Albus silently. He was silent throughout the entire trip back to Hogwarts. He seemed to be waiting for something. But Albus knew there was no consciousness in the body. Harry's mind had disappeared to elsewhere in order to cope, he had obviously been like this for quite some time. Albus grit his teeth. Lilly and James would not be happy with what he had returned to them. He hated himself for this. What he had unknowingly allowed. He promised to do everything he could to help the once lively child join reality again.

TBC.