I don't own Harry Potter, or any songs used. This fanfiction is a challenge from Zweig, so I hope it is good.
The Masters
Summary: Harry had just defeated Voldemort in the Department of Mysteries, and instead of finally being free and living her life she was betrayed. Sold as a slave and concubine, will she be saved? Or will she be bought?
Warning: Fem Harry, Dumbledore, Ministry, Order of the Phoenix, Molly and Ron Bashing, scenes of smut and S&M.
Chapter 1
How could she have been so stupid. To think that after defeating Voldemort she would finally be free. Free from the pain and suffering. Free from the manipulation. Free from Dumbledore and the Ministry. Free from the Wizarding World.
But all that was wishful thinking…
Harriet Lily Potter panted as she stared at the disintegrating form of Lord Voldemort, AKA. Tom Marvolo Riddle. Her wand clatter to the stone floor as she collapsed onto her knees.
"Its over" she giggled dreamily. "He's gone. It's over. I'm free."
Her emerald eyes swept over the Ministry entrance. Everyone was surrounding her, watching her. She looked towards Remus and Sirius; their tear streaked face stretched with happy, relieved smiles. Her eyes moved around, everyone had the same expression, hugging one another and cheering.
She looked to her mentor Dumbledore and her heart stop. He was neither smiling nor crying. He was smirking. An ominous deranged gleam twinkled in his eyes. She shook in fear as he walked towards her, raising his wand at her…
"Stupidfy!"
"Harriet, no!" Sirius cried out as she succumbed to darkness…
Harriet looked around the cell she was locked in. Her legs and arms were shackled together with a tight collar around her neck. Why was she in here? What went wrong? Her mind tried to come up with an answer, but nothing came to mind.
Footsteps echoed in the silence as someone walked towards her. Looking out her cell, Harriet came face to face with the one man she fought she could trust, Albus Dumbledore.
"Hello, my dear girl" he smiled at her with grand-fatherly charm. Harriet turned away. She didn't want to look into the eyes of a fake, of a monster.
"Come now. That is no way to treat a guest." He sighed disapprovingly at her behaviour.
"And is this how wizards treat the people who saved them?" she snapped, guesting towards the collar and chains that bound her, to the cell that held her captive.
Dumbledore sighed and shook his head. Pulling out his wand, he conjured himself a chair to sit on. Leaning back, he got himself comfortable as he watched her.
"This is your destiny. To be enslaved by me and the wizarding." He explained, speaking as though she was not there.
"What? Why?" she asked confused.
"Why money of course." He said tiredly, like it was the most obvious reason. "The Potter's and Black's are the most powerful, political and financial families in the world. Also, I couldn't allow anyone to be more powerful than me. The wizarding world needs only one leader, not Lord Voldemort, not Tom Riddle, not Harriet Potter, but me. I can be the only true leader of all! For me to harness everything you must either be dead or sold as a slave. You failed in your mission, you were supposed to die with Tom, nevertheless, we have proceeded with plan B."
"We?" her heart hammered in her chest. Who else betrayed her? Surely, not Sirius, Remus, Hermione and the Weasley's!
"The order and ministry" he answered. Standing, he banished the chair and turned to leave. "You'll be auction off on the eve of your 16th birthday at midnight. You need to be of consent age for the spell I have planned for you to work it's full effect."
Harriet stared in a daze as he left her alone. The order, which Sirius and Remus were apart off, betrayed her. Hot tears ran down her cheeks as she huddled into herself. Her arms wrapped around her legs as she rocked back and forth.
She was alone, and no one was going to save her…
Days past in the cell. Harriet had no idea what day it currently was, but something told her that today was the day. It was currently noon and in 12 hours she would lose everything. Her freedom, her soul, and innocence.
Standing she started her daily routine that she started a month before. Walking around the perimeter of the cell she began to sing.
"It's so enchanting
I'm trapped and drowning
Here for everyone to see
They don't notice
How far away I am
from everyone and everything
Silly to have gambled with my heart out on the line
I guess that's just the way it goes
But I'm holding on
I know a day will come when I can be myself again
And I hope someone will love me
When this story ends
'round in circles
Pointless wandering
And the crowd lines up again
"Give a smile, girl!"
"You make them happy"
"Bring your parents, bring a friend"
Silly that a main attraction would long so much for love
I guess that's just the way it goes
But I'm holding on
I know a day will come when I can be myself again
And I hope someone will love me
When this story ends
If someone could
Someone right for me
Finds a way to take me home again
I believe it
One day, I'll be home
Still I'm searching
'round in circles
While the crowd lines up again."
Stopping in her corner, the door swung open and two guards climbed in.
"Get up, it is time."
Mutely Harriet walked out to her fate. The guards walking either side of her as the ascended the stairs leading to a long corridor with two black wood doors at the end. The three stood and waited for the signal to enter.
"If it means anything Potter, we are sorry. No one in the Auror department wants this for you, but there is nothing we can do." One guard apologised as he looked at her guiltily.
"If no one wants this to happen, why haven't you helped me to escape?" she asked, her voice tight, as she held back her dry tears.
"We can't." the other replied. Harriet got ready to yell, when he continued. "They threatened to kill us and our families, to use the unforgivable on them if we didn't do as they said." He explained in defeat.
Harriet closed her mouth and turned away from them, her face downcast. She couldn't blame them, they had families to look after and protect, she couldn't, wouldn't, ask them to place themselves in danger.
Ding-Dong
Ding-Dong
Ding-Dong
Midnight had come. Harriet's eyes closed as the doors creaked open. Blindly she walked out to the crowd, listening as they praised her looks and what they would like to do to her. Harriet cringed as she heard an obnoxious oaf grave crude detail of how he wanted to tie her up. Striping her bare, tying each of her limbs to the four corners of the bed posts and own her, fucking into the matrass.
Her eyes opened to a room full of masked men. She looked around, she didn't know who any of them where and it made the situation more frightening. She stumbled forward as Dumbledore roughly pulled her forward centre stage.
"Gentlemen I have before you a young, untouched woman of consent age." Dumbledore introduced to the crowd. They turned and leered at Harriet, moving closer to the stage to get a better look. Scared, Harriet moved backwards before being roughly grabbed by Dumbledore and thrown at his feet. "Before we begin, I will cast the spell I explained to you earlier."
Spell? What was he talking about? What was he going to do to her? Harriet looked up frozen as Dumbledore waved his wand around her.
"Ligare inquiunt te servus autem Sauli concubina." (Tanslation: Bind thee a slave of a concubine)
Harriet's body glowed a lustful red as the spell took root into her magical core.
"Now, on with the auction! The bid will begin with 5,000 Gallons."
"6,000"
"7,000"
"9,000"
"12,000"
"16,000"
Bids were flying around from all over, higher and higher they went. Harriet didn't know when it would end, who would win, who would own her.
"50,000"
Harriet looked to the last bidder and gagged. It was the obnoxious fat oaf who wanted to do horrible crude stuff to her. Her eyes looked over the crowd, hoping someone, anyone else would bid to save her from him. Anyone else would be better!
"50,000 going once"
Harriet frantically looked around, pleading for someone else to bid…
"50,000 going twice"
Pleading for anyone to save her…
"Sold to – "
"100,000"
Harriet looked up as a group of men walked out from the back.
"100,000 going once. 100,000 going twice. Sold to The Masters!" The gravel banged as the bid was ended.
Harriet's shoulders sagged. She was saved from the oaf, but she wasn't saved from what was to come. Dumbledore got up and walked to the group of men, they talked in hush whispers as Harriet was led away and taken to one of the men who bought her. She flinched as they grasped her wrist and pulled her body closer.
She looked to Dumbledore one last time before she was side-apparated away, his last words echoing around her…
"It is for the Greater Good."
Blinking, Harriet swayed on her feet. Dizzy from the nausea feeling of being squeezed through a tube. Her eyes open slowly, refusing to look up at whatever her new prison was.
"Bambi."
Harriet's head snapped up. There before stood Sirius, with Remus behind hind him. Tears swelled in her eyes as she ran into their arms. They hugged for a moment before she shoved them both away.
"How could you?" she yelled.
Sirius and Remus stared at her dumfounded. "What?"
"How could you follow Dumbledore and allowed him to enslave me and auction me off!"
"Harriet, we had no part in it." Remus explained as he moved forward to calm her down.
"Bullshit! Dumbledore said he, the ministry and the order, which you're a part off, came up with the whole plan!" Harriet screamed as she curled into herself crying.
Sirius ran toward her and pulled her into his chest. "No we're are two Order of the Phoenix's "
Harriet looked at Sirius, confusion clouded in her eyes. "What?"...