Brother, Slave, Pet Chapter 1, a harry potter fanfic

Title: Brother, Slave, Pet

Author: SnowStormSkies (AKA Lixi-Des)

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, the settings, the spells, enchantments or the designations of characters. They're Rowling's and Bloomsbury publishing's. I own anything else defined in the disclaimer, including OCs and own settings. These include the plotline, and the invented phrases, the spells not marked with an asterisk, any and all OCs.

Universe: Harry Potter

Theme/Topic: Slavery, abuse, dominance, submission, hurt/comfort...oh for Christ's sake just read the warnings. So much easier....

Rating: M. Minimum age should be sixteen. It's quite severely hardcore and macabre in later chapters.

Characters: Oh Christ....here we go....Draco Malfoy, Severus Snape, Blaise Zambini, Theodore Nott, Gregory Goyle, Vincent Crabbe, Seamus Finnegan, Dean Thomas, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Edgeworth Potter, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Bill Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Percy Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Albus Dumbledore, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Minerva McGonagall, Fillus Flitwick, Poppy Promfrey, Ollivander, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy, Lily and James Potter and finally an OC, Edgeworth Potter. And I ain't writing any more. If you find them, you mark up in your mind...

Spoilers: Umm...Basically all the books. If you haven't read them by now, you're too damn late and you really shouldn't be reading a fanfiction archive for Harry Potter. If you get spoiled then it's your fault.

Pairings: Harry/Edgeworth, Harry/Draco, Dean/Seamus, Blaise/Draco, Blaise/Harry/Draco, Lucius/Narcissa, and still more. .Ha. Change of plans here, old chums. And there was I all set up for a mass orgy and having a grand time making Harry all their little whore...and the ol' muse has to go changing my story line. Bloody sent the whole thing up in smoke that did. Ruined my nice plot line. Still, new pairings, new rules. The version will have changed as well. Not much, but it will alter the entire plot so read the changed version! I am warning you, it will make little sense to you in the future if you do not. I tell you, it will not. Still, want can you do, eh? What the muse wants....

Warnings: Err...Let's see...incest, torture, abuse, toys, Bestiality, Mpreg, Blood play, D/s relationship, Cross dressing, Paedophilia, Drug abuse, Bondage, Fetishes of various types, Double penetration of a sort, Fisting, Humiliation, Hand Jobs and Fingering, Blow Jobs, Bad Language, Mind control of variations, Threesomes, Moresomes, Non/Consent, Dubious/Consent, Exhibitionism, Voyeurs, Oral Sex, Rimming, S&M type relationships, Slavery, Sexual Harassment, Slavery, Male Masturbation, Spanking, Violence In the Extreme, Anal Sex, Angst, Bisexuality, BDSM, Body Modification, Wet Dreaming....

Word Count: 5,517 words

Time: Two days. I had to refine it/spell-check it.

Summary: Two boys go head-to-head over archaic traditions. One has the prize, the other wants the prize. One black haired green eyed boy is the prize. For the right to protect or the right to own? Who will win and who will lose, when one had nothing to lose but the other has everything to lose? Then the others find out and it all goes downhill from there.

Dedication: Nobody. At the moment.

A/N: Err...The work of a sick mind. If I want to know my own mind this is what I get. Can you imagine the fun I'm going to have now? I'm meant to be doing essays. Instead I'm writing the prelude to my debut into the written porn industry. I love my mind right now... Blimey I've never written such a long list of warnings, though, in all my life over a single story...Well...I'll try my best to live up to them....All forty or so of them... Wish me luck! I'm pretty much planning on doing about twenty chapters on this. Bare in mind this does skip from first to sixth year pretty quick. It's so I don't have to fill in ninety pages of complete crap. I hate that, because I never can make them as good as the books. So I am trying to stop that and just missing it all out. You should pretty much know what went down in the intervening years, though, and any changes will be explained. I think though that's pretty much along the lines of the main story lines. Much of it will be explained in later chapters. ...I seem to be using that phrase a lot today.... 666 words of ANs. GO ME! FALSE DEVIL!

Distribution: No. You can't have it. It's mine. You are not allowed to post it else where. It is mine and if you take it without my permission that is plagiarism and I will find it. On the other hand, if you find it anywhere else, feel free to warn me and you get cookies!

Brother, Slave, Pet

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Draco Malfoy was bored. Simple as that. All those Mudbloods queuing up to be Sorted, looking so scared. Please. Draco had known how the Sorting went from his father's tales from days at Hogwarts. All these Mudbloods were just terrified for no fucking reason and to be honest he was sick of it. But as McGonagall had said, cursing another student was certain to come under a heading of "bad behaviour". Pity though...

But this year, there was a surprise. The Boy-Who-Lived was coming to Hogwarts. The boy who saved Wizarding England was coming to Hogwarts and word had it, was bringing a surprise. Strange. No-one else knew what it was, though not through lack of trying. Draco had spent the train ride with the other Pureblood children, and a good portion of said train journey was consumed with guessing about the Boy-Who-Lived and his surprise. Pansy remained convinced it was the Soul of Voldemort, to which Draco had snorted and called her a moron. Voldemort's Soul fled the night of his Slaying, so how could the Boy-Who-Lived be bringing it to Hogwarts? No, Draco like his father had refrained from playing guessing games and had merely decided to see what happened. Draco lived for the moment and his father's most often used saying was "What comes, comes and there is nothing you can do if you can't do anything about it." His father in a nut shell really.

Finally it was Draco's turn to be Sorted. He didn't even need to have the Hat properly placed on his head to know he was Slytherin. His family nearly always was. Either that or rarely Ravenclaw. More Mudbloods and Muggle-lovers were sorted, including a red-headed boy (no doubt a Weasley) and then the name was called – "Potter, Edgeworth". Dear Gods, he did look like such a Gryffindor, swaggering up the steps like he owned the place. Draco snorted. He could have called out the House before the Hat and sure enough it came – "GRYFFINDOR!" Whatever. Draco was half inclined to wave his hand and shout "Next!" Now wouldn't that cause a stir?

The next name did cause a stir however... "Harry." Wait? What?! Who?! Another Potter? He had to be, to have been announced so close to the last one. But what happened to a last name? Oh dear...But wait, surely it might be a coincidence...Right...Two boys next to each other. One without a surname right next to each other...They had to be siblings. That was the way with the Sortings. Funny though. He didn't think the Boy-Who-Lived had a twin. He watched intently as the boy in question climbed up the steps. Such a poor specimen, Draco thought dispassionately, short, with messy hair. His robes looked far too big and as for the cloak...Draco didn't think it bore thinking about. It seemed odd that one child would be dressed like a Lord and the other like a pauper. Still, Potter's always were strange and not a little eccentric. Though this boy didn't look in the least like a twin.

Sat on the stood in front of the entire school, Harry Potter looked mighty uncomfortable. Where would he end up? was the question on everyone's lips.

Harry's POV

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Everyone was looking at him, all staring like he had an extra head or something. Then the Hat was placed over his eyes and a Voice echoed around his brain. "Good evening Young Master Harry." It said. It sounded like such a no nonsense Voice. But kind too.

"Good Evening" He whispered.

"Let's see...we need to place you. But where?" The Hat seemed to be rummaging in his brain, his memories flashing before his eyes. "Oh dear..."

Harry bowed his head as the Hat pulled up memory after memory, starting with a training regime, from the summer. It was old, faded, the passage of time dulling it before it's time. It was like watching in sepia. Through old and dirty glass.

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START FLASHBACK

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"Run harder!" Sunshine blazed down on Harry as he pushed himself to the limit, trying to complete this lap. It was his forty third of the family field, and his lungs burned, his legs ached and his head hurt like hell. His older brother followed behind him on a broomstick, lazily drifting along. "Alright. You can stop."

Panting Harry collapsed into a heap, only to find a foot placed on his ribs and pressed down hard. He couldn't breathe; he could feel the world dissolving into darkness and pain. Suddenly the pressure released and Harry could breathe again. He opened his eyes and found out why. The sun had vanished behind a large rain cloud and drops of rain were starting to fall. His brother looked down at him. "I'm going to ask Dad about what to do with you." He looked up. "Stay here."

Harry curled up in a ball and waited. It was cold rain and his clothes, only a pair of thin cotton trousers and a vest of the same material were soon soaked and freezing against his skin. He wore no shoes and no underwear. He didn't dare move.

Time passed, a minute, an hour, he didn't know. It was cold and Harry was so tired...He fell asleep there in the middle of the field, right underneath a ferocious thunderstorm. The next thing he heard was, "Get up." His father, James Potter was standing there, still dry despite the rain and wind. A Stay-Dry charm then. Harry stood on tired, aching legs, tucking his hands down by his side. "You did not complete the laps I set you. The laps I set you as punishment for defiance of your mother's orders. The one's she gave you to protect your brother from danger. You did not complete the punishment I gave you.."

"N-n-no, Sir" Harry shook and shivered as the rain came down even harder. Like little hard pellets.

"Why not?"

"I-I-I was too t-tired-"

"You were too weak. Your brother does not submit to weakness. He does not allow himself to become tired." The fire in James's eyes flared, "Your brother took down the Dark Lord. He has a far greater burden that you. And yet you still continue to fail. And be weak."

"Yes, Sir. Sorry Sir."

"Tomorrow you will run one hundred laps. You will not submit to tiredness or weakness. I shall be out here, to make sure you do not. And you will receive twenty strokes of Bloodletter to ensure you remember your lesson, to be delivered in the morning, before dawn. Today, you will remain outside for a further two hours or until I am content that you are significantly repentant. Do you understand why I am giving you this punishment?"

"Yes Sir."

"Explain."

"I am still too weak and not able to stand at my brother's side. I have failed in the punishment given to me. I must be punished again because of this. I must remember my lesson and I must remember that I am not worthy of being at my brother's side if I cannot take pain without expression or fear. Every punishment given to me is for my own benefit, to improve and better me." He looked up through his eyelashes at his father, tall against the deep purple-green sky.

"Say your vows. Properly, with the correct position."

Harry sunk to his knees, his thighs protesting. His stomach growled but the storm hid the noise. He had not eaten in a week, as part of his punishment for not being there to help his brother. He had been too slow, too stupid not to be there, at his brother's side when Edgeworth had been attacked by a boggart in the Attic. Although Edgeworth had suffered no ill effects, it was a serious failing his duty as his brother's loyal servant. It was unusual to be assigned as such, but he was unworthy of being anything else. Edgeworth had taken down the Dark Lord and compared to him, Harry was nothing. A speck of dust to Edgeworth's diamond brilliance.

"I swear to be good to my family and to my brother. I swear to be loyal to him. I swear to give up anything I can to help him, to give him the best chance at anything he needs. I swear to give up my life if it is necessary, to preserve his. I swear to follow him, to be a loyal servant and to anticipate his needs and desires. I swear to protect him to the best of my meagre ability. I swear to not stand in his way when he is pursuing something. I swear never to steal his rightful place or possessions. I swear never to fall in love, nor father a child. I swear never to leave him, in this life or the next."

"Good." Now for the next part of the vows, "Will you ever leave him?"

"Not for the flesh, nor for money nor for magic nor position." The next was the hardest part.

"Will you ever fall in love or have a child?"

"Not if I was tempted by the Morrigan. My loyalty to my brother is the only love I shall need, the only thing I shall nurture as if it were a child."

"Will you ever steal from him?" James's eyes burned still brighter.

"Not his possessions, his moneys, nor his position."

"Will you stand in his way?"

"Not for the Flesh, nor moneys, nor magic nor position."

"Will you protect him?" James's fists were clenched tight. Harry wondered why.

"To the best of my meagre ability, with all my magic and physical ability, though they be weak and small compared to his." Harry wondered why James's fists looked like that.

"Do you swear to follow him?"

"Though the years. Through fire or ice, come high water or when the earth shakes beneath my feet. "

"Do you swear to be loyal to him?

"I swear to always follow him, to be loyal to him and his cause whatever it may be."

"Do you swear to anticipate his needs and desires?"

"Each and everyone of them and to fulfil them to the best of my ability.

"Do you swear to give up your own life?"

"To save my brother's or if he desires it of me." Harry always shivered at that one.

"Do you swear to give up anything to help him?"

"I swear to give up possession or magic, to give him the best chance at everything."

"Do you swear to be loyal to only him?

"I swear I shall follow no other, in this life, and in the next." Harry could feel himself sinking further into the mud.

James spoke the last vow, with livid flames in his eyes. "Do you swear to be good to him?"

"In speech and in thought, in mannerisms and act I will be good to him." His vows concluded, James touched a hand to Harry's forehead. Nothing was there, though James still touched it every time Harry's vows were finished.

"Good. Remember those vows." James took his hand away from Harry's head. "Your two hours start now. You may not move from this position." And with that, he turned and walked away, not looking back. At the son he'd just left there, kneeling in the pouring rain.

Harry's bones ached, where they had broken. He had fixed them himself, under his mother's guidance. Someday, Edgeworth might need the doctor more then he did with a broken arm, so they shouldn't call him unless it was absolutely necessary. To save the money. His cuts and bruises throbbed, reminders of what he had failed to do last time. It was a measly fifty laps when he had failed last time. He had gotten fifty strokes of Bloodletter, his father's snakeskin whip. "The only thing snakes were ever good for" James Potter always said. His stomach rumbled, he was so hungry...But he was being punished so all food was off-limits to him until it was over.

He shivered in the cold and tried to forget his misery...

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END FLASHBACK

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The memory was abandoned in favour of another. It was from only that morning, the memory fresh and vivid.

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START FLASHBACK

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"Get down here! Now!" Edgeworth Potter stood at the foot of the stairs, half dressed. Harry sat on the top step, on his hands waiting. He nearly flew down the steps and stood in front of his brother. "Why aren't you quicker?" Edgeworth said, bringing one hand up to slap the smaller boy on the cheek. He hit harder than usual, leaving a vivid burning handprint on one cheek. Edgeworth placed a finger under Harry's chin, looked at his handiwork and then slapped the other one, "You're lucky we're going to Hogwarts today, else I would've got Dad to punish you." Harry could feel the pain radiating across his face, especially when his brother's ring showing his position of heir had hit him on his cheekbone.

"Sorry, Master Edgeworth." Harry bowed his head. He was never fast enough; never perfect enough, never there to help on time. "Whatever." Edgeworth apparently lost interest. "Go get my trunks. They need to go in the blue car."

"Yes, Master Edgeworth." Harry dipped his head and headed up the stair, across the hall into Edgeworth's room. Lined with posters, books and the latest in games, not to mention clothes, it was by far a child's paradise. Harry picked up the first trunk, labelled in gold letters with E. Potter II. The second was just the same. Harry pulled the two trunks down the stairs and out onto the forecourt. The blue car, large and expensive was already in the forecourt, waiting for its passengers. Harry pulled the trunks over to the car, feeling the burn on already tender muscles. His training routines had seen to that, not to mention his sprained wrist, ankle and the last set of whipping cuts; sixty to make sure he remembered his vows at Hogwarts. As if he could forget them...

That done, he went back into the car and quickly and silently walked up the stairs into Edgeworth's bedroom. Harry walked around to the other side of the bed and packed up his bed mat for the first time in nearly nine years. Harry had to sleep near Edgeworth's side at all times to make sure of his brother's safety. An attack could happen at any time or any place, so it had to be this way. Harry had learnt to sleep lightly and to keep his mind ready at all times. He tied the strings which held it in a roll and picked up his books. Textbooks his mother had been given by the Longbottoms books and clothes from the same. He ran his hand over the covers; the insides almost falling out. He wrapped them in a square of sacking cloth and carried them downstairs. He ignored the thoughts of 'Why does Edgeworth get more than me?'

His mother had explained it all years before. Edgeworth was the Saviour, the perfect one. He needed far more because of that. So Edgeworth was kitted out, without fail, every season with a new wardrobe, and Harry received hand-me-down from other families. Families like the Weasley's and the Bones and the Longbottoms often sent clothes to his mother, to distribute to the needy children in the village a half mile away. Harry often got his clothes from those same donations, so the money that would have gone on him, would be used to help Edgeworth become the Boy-Who-Lived better. It would help him learn more, have access to better tutors. Harry learned from his mother and books. It was far better for Edgeworth to learn one-on-one with the tutors, and the money was needed for Edgeworth so Harry made do. That was the way it had to be. It was always so. It was always going to be so.

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END FLASHBACK

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"That's horrible. That's abusive." The hat commented matter-of-factly.

"It is not. It's the way it has to be." Harry knew that was true. It was the way it had to be. It had always been that way, and it would continue to be that way until Harry died. It was just what happened. But, outside the world of his self-justifications, the Sorting Hat was talking again.

"I don't think I could place you anywhere else. I'll send you to Slytherin..."

"NO!" Harry felt like he was going to faint. "No! I can't be a Slytherin. My father would kill me." Not to mention his brother. He would be crucified, like a traitor. Slytherins were the lowest of the low, and even a Muggle would stand miles above the wants of a Slytherin. If Harry went there, he would not live past Christmas, regardless of his status.

"Are you sure?"

"It's for the best." Harry would follow Edgeworth. Wherever and through hell and high water.

"Very well. Gryffindor it is." The Hat seemed disappointed. "I warn you. I know where you truly belong and someday that will out."

"Then you're wrong." Harry thought as the Hat shouted Gryffindor. Nobody clapped. Nobody cheered. Harry handed back the Hat and made his way over to the Gryffindor table. His brother made a space for him and he sat down next to him. McGonagall carried on with the Sorting.

And all the while, a pair of steely blue eyes watched from across the hall.

Edgeworth's hand lifted Harry's plate from under his nose and placed it under his own. Harry looked down at the table, embarrassed. He would have thought his punishment would be over by now, but it seemed not. And everyone had to witness his brother dealing with it. He didn't look up for the rest of the meal and he stared at the table when everyone sang the school song. He followed Edgeworth up to the Tower, hand on wand, wary of all the other people hustling and bustling around him. He felt so small, standing a near head shorter than Edgeworth and being small-boned and skinny in the extreme besides. The other first years crowded around Edgeworth, who revelled in the attention. He met with several other pureblood children Harry recognised as Neville Longbottom, Ron Weasley and one of the Patil girls. Harry didn't know which.

The Prefect showed them how to get into the Common Room, showed them the Boys and the Girl's Dormitories and told them to go to bed. Harry was tired, so very tired. Edgeworth looked it too, as they and four other boys claimed the first room for their own. Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnegan and Dean Thomas were thrilled when they found out who they were bunking with. The four of them were busy unpacking, placing clothes in drawers and unwrapping new quills and things when Edgeworth opened the door, Harry tailing along behind. Edgeworth lay back on the bed, Harry stood at his side while he waited for instructions. He did not expect someone to talk to him....

"Say, what did you say your name was again?" Dean asked Harry.

"Harry." His last name wasn't even Potter anymore. He was just Harry now. Literally. Part of his status in life...

"Cool. Are you his twin?"

"Merlin no." Edgeworth stopped Harry answering. "I'm nearly a year older."

"How'd that work out?" Dean put down the football he was holding.

"I'm born in September. The First as a matter of fact." Edgeworth smiled at the Chorus of Happy Birthdays he received. "He's born end of July." Harry could remember the discussions his parents had had over the circumstances of his birth. Ripped out of the womb at just twenty three weeks, Harry had been over three months early. A procedure that many had protested against, but his mother's oldest friend and confidant had told them it was okay to go ahead. The confidant, Albus Dumbledore had been on hand, along with Poppy Promfrey to administer the healing charms to repair the damage to his mother's skin. Harry himself had been left in St Mungo's until he was strong enough to survive without the oxygen tubes and the numerous potions he needed because he was so young. So weak. Harry had been just a year old when he left the hospital, a whole year after he had been born. His parents and Edgeworth had been under threat from Death Eaters, so Harry would have just weighed them down...

He found his bed roll, perched on the end of top of his brother's trunks, with his sacking parcel of books on top of it. His brother took the bed closest to the window, and waved Harry over. "I want you to sleep there." He pointed to the small gap between the wall and the bed, on the far side of the bed. It was maybe a foot wide, stretching to a foot and a half if he was lucky. He couldn't complain. It was bigger than what he had at home – thirteen inches were fine when you were standing. Lying down is a different matter entirely. Harry laid down his books and carefully stepped over the bed, making sure not to rumple the bedclothes. He laid out the bed roll he had slept in for over seven years now, the straw back filled with a thin layer of hay. It was more than enough for him. Stepping back over the bed, Harry felt more than saw the stares given to him by his brother's dorm mates.

"Why won't you sleep on the bed?" Dean Thomas asked, waving at it.

"He's a Gift, isn't he?" Neville Longbottom showed more intelligence than Harry had though. Obviously he had mis-judged the brunette boy.

"A what?" Seamus spoke up, his face set into a frown.

Instead of Neville this time, Ron Weasley showed his intellect. "A Gift...it's someone given to somebody to be their...well...slave I guess. It's a life-long contract...designed to give somebody ultimate control over somebody else."

Neville rejoined with, "It's not illegal because you have to have special circumstances for it to happen. A Gift is usually given to pay off someone's debts...if a member of a family is given to the people they are in debt to...the debt is considered paid and the family member given away is called A Gift."

"In this case, he is not from a debtor's family at all..." Edgeworth curled his hand around the back of Harry's neck. "He's my ex-brother."

Dean looked shocked. "But why would...how?"

"Because," Edgeworth said, "He was stripped of his powers at birth and given to me." He smiled. "He would be too weak to take on anyone, so Dumbledore took his last bits of power and gave them to me. He performed the Rite, my parents consented and my baby brother is now my slave."

Seamus curled his lip slightly. "Why?"

"I already have seven brothers and nine sisters. My dear darling Harry here is the baby of the family. Or at least he would be if he wasn't my slave."

"What does he do then? What about when he practises magic?"

"I think you've forgotten what I just told you; he was stripped of his power. He can't use a wand. The only reason he's here is to serve me. He won't take part in lessons, he'll only take notes. He can't take part in the lessons because he has no magic. My brother will never ever use magic in any shape or form. He's mine now, and will be until the day he dies..."

"But what happens when he gets married, or wants children?" Dean spoke up looking annoyed with something.

"He won't. He'll never get married, never have a child, and never see another person as a lover, male or female. He's my slave and I'm not allowed to share him. Nor do I want to as a matter of fact."

"Right." Seamus climbed into bed, his brilliant blue pyjamas bright against the red bedspread. Harry thought he looked angry, but over what?

Moving quickly, Harry opened his brother's first trunk and pulled out the first pair of pyjamas he could find; a pair of red silk ones. Then he found his brother's bad of wash things, and pulled out the toothbrush and toothpaste and his flannel. He gave them to his brother who, without even a glance or word of thanks, took them and departed to the bathroom. Harry pulled down the bedspread, folding it in readiness for his brother's return. Pillows fluffed, bedspread pulled down and the pitcher of water moved from the window to Edgeworth's bedside table, Harry stepped back to check what else needed doing. The fire! Quickly Harry opened the grate on the pot-belly stove in the middle of the room and check on it. He banked it, and shut the grate door again. Opened the window, and finally decided that that was everything and he could do no more without seriously disrupting things. The other four boys in the room were all staring at him as though he had just performed a really weird trick. But to Harry, that his normal routine, making the room ready for his brother's sleep.

It wasn't uncommon for Edgeworth to be in meetings with Albus Dumbledore for hours, until midnight if not more so Harry would just have to stay awake until then before he got to sleep. Sometimes Edgeworth would stay the night at Hogwarts with his parents, leaving Harry to wait up all night on the off chance he might return home in the early hours of the morning. But Harry knew he shouldn't object. After all, the meetings with Dumbledore were important; they made sure Edgeworth had the power to defeat anyone who might try to rise up on the side of Darkness. Harry knew his place was by his brother's side, to make sure everything was perfectly done, so his brother would be all the more able to defeat the evil people in the world because he won't be have to worry about the small things in his life.

Harry saw out of the corner of his eye the bathroom door open, and immediately knelt beside his brother's bed. By the time the bathroom door was fully open and Edgeworth through the gap, Harry was kneeling by the bed, the room ready for sleeping and the candles in the room extinguished barring one by each of the boys' beds. Harry felt more than saw his brother's gaze sweep over him and the room before he climbed into the bed. "There. Now." Harry didn't even need to look at Edgeworth to know that he was pointing at the small space between the bed and the wall. Harry stood, barely noticing the dull throbbing in his knees from his hour of waiting, and walked around to the end of the bed. He slid carefully between the gap between the end of the footboard and the wall and lay down in the space his brother had allowed him. The cold from the unheated floor, and the wall which was an external wall and was always going to colder than in an internal wall was easy to dismiss when you really couldn't feel cold anyway. Harry surmised that it came from hours spent outside when it was snowing or pouring with rain. You tended to gain a little more resistance to the cold when you did that. But it was by far a lot better than he could have hoped for. It wouldn't have been unreasonable that Edgeworth desire that Harry sleep outside on the window ledge. Having seen it when he opened the window, Harry was actually really grateful that Edgeworth hadn't deemed it necessary. The stone ledge was barely a foot wide and the only thing between Harry and the ground was a terrifying hundred and fifty foot drop was a whole lot of air. Because Harry had no innate magic to perform accidental magic to save himself....the only thing he could hope for was landing in a soft patch of grass to lower his chances of dying on impact.

Harry drew his knees up to his chest as he thought of what he could do here. But before he could think any further on the matter, Edgeworth leant over the bed and grabbed his shirt collar. Pulling on it, he drew Harry closer to him, "I want to make something clear to you. I never ever want to hear you talking to anyone without my permission again, do you hear? If they ask you a question, you just say "I can't answer....". You never ever say anything to anyone other than my family. You'll serve these four boys as well you serve me, if they ask it of you and you do not object even if they ask you to service them. You will have more than one master at Hogwarts but I am your overmaster. I do not brook such insubordination like you showed tonight." Shaking Harry by the collar again he carried on, "I have to meet Dumbledore every two days, so I want you to kneel outside the gargoyle ready for me. You won't move even if Voldemort himself asked you too. Now kneel and say your vows..."

"Good." Now for the next part of the vows, "Will you ever leave me?"

"Not for the flesh, nor for money nor for magic nor position." The next was a part Harry knew well but hated all the same.

"Will you ever fall in love or have a child?"

"Not if I was tempted by the Morrigan. My loyalty to my brother is the only love I shall need, the only thing I shall nurture as if it were a child." To give up the chance to have a child was something Harry hated. But he knew the child would only get in the way of Harry's serving his brother and so it was done.

"Will you ever steal from me?" Edgeworth's eyes burned just like James's, the spark of something Harry couldn't put a name to was just the same in Edgeworth's chocolate brown as in James's hazel.

Harry answered the questions, with the conviction he knew he should have. He was a dedicated and loyal servant of his brother, and he should follow the vows to the letter. And he intended to...

Edgeworth's voice shook as he asked the last question, as though he were overcome by emotion. "Do you swear to be good to me?"

"In speech and in thought, in mannerisms and act I will be good to you."

Edgeworth let go of his collar and rolled over but Harry remained kneeling on the floor. He wondered idly on how he would manage serving five masters plus if the rest of the Potter siblings wanted anything, he would be required to serve them as well. He would be lucky if he slept at all after tonight...But still. His brother required it of him so he would do so. It was the way it had to be...

Down in the bowels of the castle, another meeting was just beginning. The two people were both traversing the corridors, heading closer and closer to their destination....

Hey, it's just me, reposting on here. I'm trying lots of different styles with this one, so be aware of that. Ummm...Next few chapters should be up soon, but this version will be about two chapters behind the one of so I can have a bit of lee way to consider it. If you know me from Aff, then HI! and I'll be happy to take your reviews or compliments, or even constructive critisism as fast as you can dish 'em out. These next few parts of the fic will be identical to the one on Aff but the later, darker ones will be edited as I do not need to kicked off this site~ so all NC-17 parts and higher will be edited out. Unfortunatly...The complete chapters will be posted on my account and you can find all the pr0n there that you could want, (or that my muse will allow me to write for you). Catch you later! Merci, and out!

If I don't know you, then again, HI! and welcome to the wonderful world of Brother, Slave, Pet, that has haunted my mind since day dot. It is a dark fic, (take a look at some of those warnings) but I'm going to try and make it as plot-logical and not so much a PWP. Aside from the fact that PWP here might get me kicked off, I like to try and add some good old-fashioned boy on boy, but also character development, background, scene setting, people not having sex, times when people are in bed and not having any other form of intimate contact like that, and some angst as well, as well as a chance for some happy. Which in my view is not always conducive to a PWP. However, this is still an M fic, so it will cover sensitive topics. Ermm....As for the rest, well, who gives a damn? Read if you like, don't if you don't, comment if you find something wrong and just play nice.

Review if you like, and I'll see you guys next chapter~!

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