This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Sim Stories Part 2:
A Slave Named Liberty
Word count: 671
Warnings: Slavery, alluding to rape.
Beta: Aya
Yearly:
Scavenger Hunt: Write an AU from another fandom.
4.[Word] Slave
1000 Prompts: 62. [Character] Harry Potter
Seasonally:
Days of the year:19th April: National Garlic Day - Write about a vampire.
Flower Prompts: Tulip - (theme) Curiosity
Quarterly:
Gym:
Madam Pomfrey: Character: Harry Potter
Monthly:
Amber's Attic: [Dialogue] "Solitude can do funny things to the mind."
Bex's Basement: [Dialogue] "Happy endings don't exist. Life just doesn't suck as much for certain periods of time."
Harry had gotten an email from Luna telling him she had moved to Willow Creek and met the love of her life—Cass Goth.
So Harry planned a trip to Floo to their place in Willow Creek. Luna had gotten the network set up and everything. As it happens Harry's Floo skills hadn't gotten much better over the years but it was the fastest way of getting there without an exact location to Apparate to.
Harry had chosen to leave just before sunset as Luna had made him aware of their new schedule as vampires. Unluckily for Harry, he ended up toppling out of the wrong grate in none other than Wolfsbane Mansion, the home if troublesome vampire twins, Caleb and Lilith Vatore.
Caleb had just woken up thirsty when he found a mortal in his living room, covered in ashes and soot. "Smells like A+," Caleb muttered, sniffing the air. Harry scrambled to his feet, looking for his wand. Caleb bent down to pick up the piece of wood, tossing it into the fire place without another thought.
"I'm sorry, I was just on my way," Harry said, edging towards the door.
"Lilith, we have company, seems like dinner came to us!" he shouted, and she appeared instantly between Harry and the door.
"Oh yummy, a new man," Lilith said, eyeing Harry like a piece of meat.
"I want him first," Caleb growled at her.
"Of course, dear brother, I'll have the girl tonight," she agreed easily.
"I'm not staying here," Harry insisted, trying to get passed the woman. She grabbed him and pinned him against the far wall with a sudden burst of speed.
Then Harry lost consciousness, the last thing he remembered was a purple haze. When he woke up he felt drained, he could feel the ridges on his neck where the vampire had fed on him. In the corner of his cell was a woman small in stature and covered in bruises and bitemarks. He vaguely remembered the vampires mentioning a girl.
"What happened to me?" Harry asked, distraught.
"Same as me, I imagine, they have been complaining about sharing recently. They must have decided to keep you," the girl rambled. It was clear she didn't speak much, her voice was soft and strained from lack of use.
"You mean you're a slave here?" Harry asked, horrified.
"We are," she said. "At least I'm not alone anymore, they have gotten close to draining me on occasion."
"We will get out of here, I know it," Harry insisted.
"You remind me of someone," Harry continued after a while.
"Oh really?" the girl asked curiously, half crawling over to him.
"My best friend, Luna," he said. "Always so positive." He didn't add that she is also a vampire now.
"What's your name?" the girl asked curiously. He had no idea how long she had been kept in isolation like this.
"I'm Harry Potter, and your name?"
"Liberty Lee," she said softly. "I'd almost forgotten you know. They always just call me 'the girl'." "Solitude can do funny things to the mind," Liberty added as an afterthought.
"How horrid," Harry shuddered.
"Oh, that's nowhere near the worst of it. Wait till they want to woohoo," Liberty said with resignation.
"Disgusting," Harry said, another shudder running through his body.
"How do I keep ending up in these messes?" he muttered, half to himself.
"You've been held captive before?" she asked shocked.
"Yup," he replied.
"Kept in a dungeon?"
"Yup,"
"Blood used to keep an immortal alive?"
"Yup,"
"Used for the pleasure of vampires?"
"Errrr. . . no that part is new," he said, blushing.
"You know what I learnt through all this?" Harry said.
"What's that?" Liberty asked.
"Happy endings don't exist. Life just doesn't suck as much for certain periods of time."
"I see," Liberty replied, deciding that was the place to end the conversation for the night.
She crawled towards the bottom bunk bed, leaving Harry to struggle to the top bunk and falling asleep as his head hit the pillow. Perhaps when he woke he would find it had all just been a terrible nightmare. He never could have imagines this horror befalling him, after all he had overcome.