This story has already been posted on this site, and yes it was mine. I'm reposting my own story and making it better.

Summary: What if none of the books never happened? What if Harry grew up with his family until he was 14? What if he had a younger sister? Then was taken into slavery, only to get sold to the rich, and not know where his baby sister is. What will he do to find his sister? Or to get out of this terrible situtation? Or is it so terrible?

Ch-1 SOLD!!!!

"Voldermort! What are you doing here?" Sneered James Potter madly. "I told you before you are no longer welcomed here. Get out!" Voldermort chuckled and plopped himself on a couch. Lilly Potter stood behind her husband holding a newborn baby. A 14-year-old Harry Potter stood next to his mom with a stern looking face. This was the 5 time in 6 days that Voldermort has stopped by and asked for the same thing:

"You know what I want Mr. Potter. Your son and daughter." Voldermort cackled looking between Harry and Harry's little sister in Lilly's arm.

"Every night you come asking for the same thing and each night we give you the same answer." Lilly said handing her baby to Harry. "Hell no. We are not letting you take our kids t fill out this sick twisted plot of yours!" Harry looked down at his baby sister and then back up at the snake-like figure in front of him. A hate filled his body, something he could not explain. The man before him was ruining his family, his parents fought constantly over what to do about their situation, and he feared his sister growing up in a world with Voldermort.

"I'm sure you'll change your mind soon enough." Voldermort said standing up gracefully. He pulled out his wand in a snap and pointed it to James' chest glaring. "Give them over." Voldermort hissed out between clenched teeth. Lilly glared and pushed them behind her.

"No, Voldermort. Now leave us alone." James repeated madly. Voldermort smirked evilly tilting his head to the side. He had a sickly sweet look to his face that Harry didn't trust in the least.

"Too bad. ADERVA KADREVA!!" Voldermort shouted. Green flames emitted from Voldermort's wand and shot James square in the chest sending him flying into the wall behind him. Lilly screamed and motioned Harry to run up stairs. She whipped out her wand and started fire spells in his direction. Harry carried his sister up the stairs and into his room. He slammed the door only to hear his mom scream in pain and a soft thud. Harry's heart squeezed in fear and he clutched his wailing sister closer to his chest.

"Shh, Lindsey." He whispered to her calmingly. He stroked her baldhead and kissed her forehead. He walked to the window and looked down. It was a good 20 feet drop to the bottom. He sighed and looked back at the door to see Voldermort burst in with his wand raised.

"Come come, Harry. It won't be too bad to be with me." Voldermort cooed softly. Harry spat in his direction.

"Go to hell!" Harry shouted. Voldermort glared and shot a spell in his direction. Harry dodged it with ease. Thank God for Quiddtch! He thought to himself. But as he got up from the last dodge he didn't see the spell heading his way. He felt a sharp stabbing pain before he blacked out.

Harry sat up with a jerk from the memory. He hit his head on the low barred ceiling and howled in pain clutching at his forehead. A guard hit his cell bars madly and yelled at him to shut up. Harry glared and lay back down, curling into the smallest ball he could possibly fit himself into. Fuck this crap. He cursed in his mind, rubbing the growing bump forming on his forehead.

Harry was now a seventeen year old boy, stuck in a place that sold of young boys and girls as slaves. Harry had to recollection of how he got in that place, and why he wasn't with Voldermort. All he knew is that this place sucked and he had no idea where his baby sister was. Lindsay would be three now and if she was in a place like this, he cursed himself for being a bad big brother. He had taken a silent oath when he held his baby sister the first time to always protect her. I'm doing such a great job… Harry thought warily. He closed his eyes and willed himself to get more sleep, not knowing the next time he was going to get this chance.

Hours later, he woke up to a pounding on his bars with a metallic object that made a clanging sound and made his head hurt worse. He looked up and rubbed his head softly glaring at the offending person. The bars had been magically raised so the boy could move around easily without hitting his head. Again. He looked at the guard and scoffed at the fake tough look. The guard was new, and Harry was a long time veteran of this place. It was a young male with dark brown hair that was a messy mop on his head resembling Harry's in a way. But his dark brown eyes still held and innocence about them that would soon be broken when the boy learned of what they do to the slaves in this place. He had a black cloak on with a symbol stitched on the front. Standard uniform.

"Get up you worthless piece of shit!" He snapped madly trying his hardest to intimidate Harry into doing what he wanted. Harry glared and lay back down nonchalantly. Many a guard tried to break him, none had succeeded. He heard his door open and was roughly pulled up by his hair. "I said get up!" The guard yelled in is ear spraying warm spit all over Harry's face. Harry winced and held his head where the guard was pulling his hair. His hair was an easy thing to grab on to now that it was past his shoulders in wavy lengths that would probably look very good had it not been dirty with mud and blood. He opened his dull green eyes to look at the new guard, and then stood up on his own glaring daggers at the young guard, who still had his head threaded through the young boys hair. Harry may have only been 5'9, but his tan built body wasn't just for looking, Harry could protect himself and any guard here knew that. Well all besides this new one.

"We have two people who are very anxious to meet you. They were very specific on what they wanted. A strong handsome male, and who better than you I guess?" He yanked on Harry's mane so that his face was just inches from his own. "Don't know what anyone would want with a worthless little sack of shit like you, but hey who knows? Maybe they could find a use to your stubborn ways." He gave a short bark of humorless laugh and threw Harry to the ground, commanding him to get up. Harry huffed angrily but did as he was told, hoisting himself off the dirt floor in a strange push up like movement. When he was standing straight he tilted his head at the guard with a deep glare waiting for the next action. The guard just glared and started walking down a hall.

Harry followed the heavy set man in front of him, studying his surroundings. He noticed a lot of cages, just like his own, all housing boys and girls in various ages. But he still did not see his sister, just like he hadn't the millions of times he'd done this walk of shame before. He still held hope, it was pointless but it was the only thing that made this trip worth it.

The guard opened a door and walked out holding it open for Harry. Harry stepped through only to stumble and try to catch his balance ending half way bent over with his arms out to the side.

"Well they kept to their word. He is cute." Said a voice was a calm cool drawl. Harry straightened up to look at the voice. He saw before him two breath taking males, both almost identical but you could tell the older one by the longer hair. Both males had long flowing platinum hair that was tied into a pony tail at the nape of their necks. Their pale creamy complexion set off with the hair to give an odd contrast that was unique as well as beautiful.

The younger one had a few differences from the senior that made him irresistible. Instead of having almost straight black eyes like his father, the son had mercury eyes that seemed to swirl and capture the attention of everyone in the room. His face was thin, but less pointed than his older counterpart. His strong jaw looked a little odd with the feminine features but it worked.

"Oh but that hair!" The younger one exclaimed taking a few steps closer to the slave. Harry backed up a bit only to hit a guard. He glared at him over his shoulder but quickly turned his attention back to the blondes in front of him. They were the threat right now, not the guards and if you learned anything in this lonely place, is how to watch your arse.

"Yes." Said the older one, with a condescending tone that made Harry want to hit him in the face. "We need to fix that." Harry looked at him and raised his eyebrows.

"How much is he?" the son asked. The guard smirked knowing the same thing that Harry knew. This is where everyone left. Yes Harry was beautiful and obviously fit, but he had an attitude problem that was apparent from his lack of speaking. Harry kept his face neutral but all he wanted to do was glare at the two in front of him.

"20,000 galleons." He answered. Both of them raised an eyebrow. Harry inwardly smirked to himself, expecting the two to exclaim that it was too much for such a disrespectful slave. But they surprised Harry and the guard immensely.

"That's pretty cheap, don't you think? And for such a...gorgeous guy?" The smaller one inquired. The guard, who was obviously just as shocked as Harry, nodded dumbly. Harry glanced over his shoulders giving the guard a deep glare. The guard snapped back to reality and glared back at him before looking back up and the customers diplomatically.

"No doubt he's cute but...," the guard turned his attention to Harry for a spilt second thinking about the words to use," his not well trained." The guard said finally. "He's rebellious. Upper management has almost given up hope on him." Harry smirked at the compliment looking at the blondes almost defiantly, daring them to take him as a slave. The blondes looked at each other and smiled.

"We can definitely fix that." The tall one said with a small smile. Harry raised his eyebrow at what seemed like a threat the glared deeply. No one would ever change him, and he it had been that way for three years. What made these two air heads thing any differently? They walked around waving money around and it made Harry even angrier. The younger blonde one looked over Harry one more time, appraisingly, before turning to his father and nodding. Senior Blondie smiled and turned to the guard.

"We'll take him." He said loudly, almost as if he was proud of buying a young teenage boy. Senior walked to the guard and handed him a sack full of clinking galleons, and all Harry could do was stand there looking like a deer caught in the head lights. He couldn't believe it. HE WAS BEING SOLD! Like some item. Harry thought turning his attention to the floor so no one saw his face beating red, and so he didn't have to see the blondes, or he'd likely knock them out.

"Come slave, we must be off." The older one ordered, turning on his heels expecting the boy to follow. Harry made no move to follow him, only slowly raised his head to glare defiantly at him. The young one stood next to his father still facing the guard and slave, smirking, like this was some big show. He felt a hand wrap around his upper arm forcefully and yank him this way and that.

"Boy, did you not hear him? GO!" Commanded the guard in an infuriated tone. Harry looked at him and then back at the blondes, slowly as if weighing his options. He spat in the general direction of the blondes then turned to the guard, only to see a wand pointing in his face. He looked taken aback for a second before quickly knocking the wand out of the owners hand and quickly striking a punch into his face. The guard held his face, wailing in pain as blood seeped out between his fingers.

Harry smirked at the sight, the guard should've known better than to point a wand in his direction. And now he wouldn't make that mistake again.

His arm got caught in an iron grip, and Harry's first reaction was to strike out defending himself. His attacker saw this coming and blocked the attack easily, and put Harry in a hold tightly.

"Why are you fighting?" Hissed a silky voice in his ear, his hot breath dancing across Harry's cheek softly making the boy shudder involuntarily. Harry struggled against the hold unsuccessfully. He finally gave up and went limp in the boy's arms, trying to put all of his weight in it. "Are you going to come...quietly?" Asked the boy, loosening his grip on Harry to show that he would be free if he said yes. Harry's limp head gave a nod and he was released from the grip.

Harry raised his head to meet the eyes of his new owner, it was the younger one. He glared and looked back down.

"Do you ever talk?" The older one asked from across the room. He had backed up during the fight leaving his son to hold off the fight. Harry didn't say anything just stood there stone still waiting to be taken to his new hell hole.

"He hasn't said a word since he got here. We can't say he's mute because he cries a night." The guard hissed, through his hand and the blood. Harry looked down more letting his muddy hair cover the blush that crept up his neck.

"Are you too shy?" Asked the older one stepping closer to the slave, thinking it was safe now to enter. Harry glared up at him and shook his head then looked back down. "What?" Bellowed the older one angrily.

"He answered you, now shut up!" Yelled the blonde boy at his father. Harry looked at him to see the boys face devoid of all emotion, but Harry instantly felt gratitude towards him. He hated it. The younger one looked at Harry, who quickly glanced down. "Come." He said quietly then started to walk towards the door. This time, Harry obeyed and walked after the blonde.

They exited the dark building into the bright sunlight, causing Harry to hiss and shield his eyes from the offending rays. The small boy smirked and put on his sunglasses walking to a limo parked in front of the building. A chauffeur opened the door and let them in. The two blondes got in first, and Harry last. As the door closed, he looked at the building that was his shelter for three years, and he could honestly say that he was proud to go. He sat on the floor away from them and stared out the window watching the tops of trees pass.

"So...what's you name?" Asked the tall one, nonchalantly, or at least he tried. Harry, of course, didn't answered, just stared out the window silently. The older one quickly got angry. "Answer me slave!" He yelled, his voice filling the cabin of the limo hurting everyone's ears. Harry just glared at him, wincing slightly.

"His name is Harry." The younger one said looking through a file that the guard had given them. "Now shut up, I have a headache and your bellowing isn't helping." He looked at Harry and pushed his fingers through his hair. "I'm Draco, Draco Malfoy. And this is my father, Lucius Malfoy."

"But at all times are you to call us mas-"

"Shut up! He doesn't speak.... what difference does it make?" Draco said icily, glaring daggers at his father. Lucius glared back, but seeing his point sat back in his seat, taking the file from Draco and studying up on his new found pet. Harry rolled his eyes and looked at Draco.

Draco was studying him intently, and Harry did not like the look in his eyes at all.

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