Chapter 1: Fudge's Secret Meetings

Ra limped up the stairs, trying to go quickly as his aching body would let him. A combination of six clients and a punishment from Mr. Tender had been a good one.

Glancing up, Ra saw Sprite standing at the top of the steps. The boy wore old jeans that had been hacked at the knees with a pair of scissors and no shirt. Marks covered his neck and chest, remnants of his past clients.

Are you okay? Sprite asked when Ra reached the landing.

I'm fine. The Bastard just wanted some fun, Ra signed in reply.

Gritting his teeth, the injured teen staggered into the large, open room that the boys used as their rec room. One was lounging around on the metal chairs that had been bolted to the floor while two others were lying on the carpeted floor, playing cards. They all looked up when he came in, eyes shining with understanding. Sprite took a seat by the two boys on the floor while Ra slowly lowered himself into a chair. He fought back a groan, his vision dotted with black.

The Bastard was rough? one of the other boys, Faun, signed.

No more than usual, Ra replied.

So it was pretty bad, huh? Did he torture you this time? another boy asked.

Not this time, Siren, Ra signed.

Why does he have to punish us? Sprite asked. Isn't it enough that we're here?

Of course not, one of the boys in the chairs said, snarling. We're his property. He can do whatever he wants with us.

We need to get out of here, Faun signed.

Agreed, but Ra will be punished just like last time, Siren replied.

Do not worry about me being punished, Siren. He does that anyway.

Ra nearly laughed at the thought. Even when Ra was younger, Mr. Tender had always had a thing for him. He was the Bastard's favorite little tool, to use and be used. After their escape attempts, while the other boys had been given limited food and more clients than they could handle, Ra had been set aside for Mr. Tender himself to take care of. Ra shuddered to remember the last time. He had been unable to sit for nearly a week and he had still been forced to take as many clients as the other boys.

Can't you use some of that Strangeness to get us out of here?

Ra's eyes narrowed into a slight glare. He always hated anyone referring to his Freakishness, the Strangeness that seemed to follow him everywhere. Clients that were overly rough with him were found with strange diseases the following morning, although Ra never got them. When he was younger, some of the older boys had bullied him. They'd ended up with boils that burned and burst, leaving them unable to work for a while. He'd once even found himself on the roof of the Home when one of said bullies was chasing him through the halls.

Magic. That was what Ra remembered it being called, but he never used the term himself. Magic was for good people after all. He'd read it in the book of fairy tales that sat on a small shelving unit in the corner of the room. Only princes and princesses on noble quests got help from magic and Ra was none of those things.

The man that had sent him to the Home had said that Ra was a strange, demonic child and that the Freakishness was a terrible thing. He'd said that the Strangeness set him apart from everyone else, making him the lowest of the low. To this day, Ra still believed him.

You know that the Strangeness doesn't work that way. It only happens when it wants to. I have no control over it, Ra signed in reply.

The other boys all sighed and nodded their heads. They'd seen bits and pieces of Ra's Strangeness and, while they all thought it was as cool as can be, they knew that Ra didn't.

Suddenly, they heard stomping feet on the stairs. The boys all turned to look at the door as it burst open, revealing a thrilled Mr. Tender. He practically danced into the room, a wide, smirking smile on his face. All of the boys shuddered.

"I have great news, my whores!" Mr. Tender cried.

The five boys around him exchanged worried glances.

"You have all been exceptionally good the past few weeks and we have been invited by an oh-so-pleased lord to attend a party at his home," Mr. Tender chuckled.

Although Ra didn't show it on the outside, he was terrified. He'd heard some of the older boys talking about the 'parties' when he was younger. They were horror-filled lust fests, a nightmare for anyone let alone the boys that were passed around and raped repeatedly at them.

"You will all put on your best clothes and be ready for tonight."

Shivering a little, Ra hunkered down in his chair, trying to make himself as small as possible. He knew that tonight was going to be one of the worst of his life.


"Severus, you have to come! I don't want to be stuck there with Fudge all by myself!" Lucius whined.

Severus Snape sighed and shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Narcissa is going and you did decide to work for the Ministry. Therefore, you're stuck being around the Minister every so often," he reminded his friend.

"Yeah, but it's a total incompetent idiot! I don't like to be around him alone! He'll start clinging to me like lint does to a robe!" Lucius cried. "Besides, Narcissa is going to be busy talking to other people!"

"Severus, it's best if you just give in now," Narcissa Malfoy laughed from her seat on the couch. "He'll just end up dragging you along."

"Fine, I'll go, but you owe me a big favor for this, Lucius," Severus growled.

The Malfoy patriarch smirked and nodded. "A Malfoy will always pay whatever debt is owed." (1)

Rolling his eyes a little, Severus watched his best friend as he turned to a mirror, fixing his dress robes. They were standing in the main parlor of Malfoy Mansion, an extravagant room that usually left Severus feeling a little overwhelmed. He greatly preferred his dark, simple dungeons to the overdone style that had plagued the Malfoy family for generations.

"Come along now, Lucius, Severus. Fudge will be awaiting our arrival," Narcissa said as she stood up from the couch.

"We're already half an hour late, Narcissa. I don't see what harm it could do," Severus grumbled.

Narciss and Lucius threw him twin Malfoy smirks. They may have been a much more loving couple in private than they showed in public, but the Malfoy mask rarely fell.

"Being fashionably late is better than being late," Lucius said, retrieving a pinch of Floopowder from the urn on the fireplace mantle.

"What in the name of Merlin is the difference?" Severus cried as his blond friend stepped into the fire and disappeared.

Hissing angrily, Severus grabbed a pinch for himself and threw it into the fire. Stepping in, he called out, "24 Cambridge Way!"

Landing easily in the fireplace in the Great Hall of Fudge's mansion, Severus stepped out to find himself surrounded by people. They were all dressed in expensive robes, chattering aimlessly about this gossip or another. As he made his way through the crowd, following Lucius and Narcissa, Severus spotted a few people he recognized: Death Eaters that had recently regained their status with their now-resurrected Lord, other political officials, and even a few Aurors.

"Ah Lucius!" Fudge cried as he made his way towards them. "How good to see you!"

"Minister," Lucius coolly replied, shaking his hand.

"Mrs. Malfoy," Fudge continued, kissing Narcissa's hand. He then turned to Severus. "Professor! I'm surprised that you're here. You usually don't attend such occasions."

"No, I don't as a rule," Snape growled, throwing a fierce glare in Lucius's direction, "But the Malfoys invited me. I hope that is acceptable to you, Minister."

"Oh, yes. That is quite alright. After dinner, some of the other Ministry officials and I are going to have a special meeting in my office. I hope that you will join us, Professor," Fudge said in a sickly sweet way.

Snape cringed inwardly. There was nothing we wanted less than to be stuck in a room with Fudge and a bunch of political dogs. Well, that was unless you counted being within half a mile of Michael Potter.

Noticing Lucius's slight head nod, Severus said, "That is very kind of you, Minister. I would be thrilled to join."

"Splendid! I hope you enjoy the evening!"

As the Minister traipsed away, Narcissa laid a hand on Lucius's shoulder. "Dear, I'm going to mingle. Will you two be alright?"

"Of course, dear. See you later," Lucius said.

"Why did you make me accept?" Severus hissed when Narcissa was out of earshot.

"I heard a rumor a few weeks ago about these special meetings that Fudge holds. He's never invited me before so I don't know if they're true, but apparently, there is a lot of things that goes on in those," Lucius murmured, sipping a glass of red wine that had been passed to him by a magically floating tray.

"What sort of things?" Severus whispered.

Glancing around once, Lucius nodded to the right. Severus followed his friend through the house to the secluded library. Closing the door behind them, Lucius turned to face his friend, eyes hard. He quickly cast a silencing spell before he began to speak.

"I heard that Fudge has a thing for young boys, particularly Muggle boys. They're charmed to be able to see their surroundings, but never be able to recognize magic if it is performed. At these meetings, he brings them in from various brothels around the country and, basically, well he and the others present rape them."

The color drained from Severus's face a little.

"Why the hell did he invite me then? I'm a teacher?" Severus growled.

"I really have no idea. Fudge is a complete idiot so I wouldn't put it past him to forget that fact, even if he called you Professor. Besides, with you being as close to Tom as you are, he probably assumes that you are as evil as everyone makes our Lord out to be," Lucius sighed. "Either way, I'm not sure, but we need to know if these rumors are true or not. You know how much Tom hates abuse, especially of this kind."

Their Lord had been resurrected two years earlier, following a well laid out plan by a disguised Death Eater during the Third Task of the Triwizard Tournament. The Boy Who Lived, Michael Potter, had been brought to the graveyard and his blood used to bring Tom Riddle back from the limbo that had been his life for the previous fourteen years. Since then, the Dark Lord had regained his body, although the annoying boy had escaped. Along with his body, his sanity had returned. To his Inner Circle, like Lucius and Severus, he was no longer Voldemort. He was once again Tom, their close friend and confidant.

Severus nodded in agreement. "If Fudge is involved in rape and prostitution, what do you want me to do?"

"I want you to watch, see, find the evidence! Get your hands on one of the boys and bring him to Tom. Once it comes out that Fudge is involved in sex trafficking of young children, he'll topple from his post without fail," Lucius said quietly.

"Have you told Tom about this?" Severus asked.

Lucius shook his head. "Not yet. Our dear friend has enough to think about with the Potter brat running around proclaiming himself invincible. He'll be mad with me for not telling him, yes, but in the end it will be worth it."

Following a rich dinner of pheasant, duck, and various dishes of the more elaborate kind, Severus followed the group of Ministry men on their way to Fudge's office. His stomach clenched in anxiousness as the door opened and the men entered the room. It was well furnished, with deeply set, comfortable chairs set up in the circle at the center of the room. A fire blazed in the grate. Taking a seat, Fudge motioned for the other men to do so as well, the door swinging closed. Severus heard the quiet click on multiple locking charms, practically barricading the door from entry. Throwing up a quick silencing charm, Fudge smiled at the men sitting in the circle around him.

"Well, gentlemen, I have a special treat for you all tonight. Our guests have come all the way from Manchester to meet us," Fudge laughed. "Mr. Tender, if you please!"

Severus glanced in the direction of the second door that led into the office. A thin man came through it, dressed in dark gray robes made of silk. Quickly recognizing the man as a squib, Severus grit his teeth. The idea of prostituting young boys was unforgivable to him as a rule, but the fact that a member of the wizarding community (even if a shunned member) would participate in such an act was beyond his comprehension. Then, a group of five boys, all ranging in age from about fifteen to ten, followed the squib into the room. As directed by Mr. Tender, they stood in the middle of the circle, facing towards Severus and the other men. They were all dressed in what Snape recognized as tuxedos, their hair slicked back. Most of them had dead looks in their eyes, all fire extinguished.

"Can you introduce us to these lovely young men, Mr. Tender?"

The squib nodded, pointing to the youngest. "We have Sprite here, a submissive little creature. If you like one that cries, he is your boy."

Severus noticed that the boy's hands were shaking violently. From what he could see, Sprite was blond and small for his age. His skin was a deep tan, quite the contrast with his pale hair.

"Next is Angel. He's a fighter, vicious in a fight and even more so in bed. He's perfect if you want a rider," Mr. Tender cooed.

The second boy –Angel- was very different from the other four. For one, his skin was a deep chocolate brown. He was muscular and as tall as the two eldest boys despite being no older than twelve. If Muggles had been allowed to play Quiddich, he would have made a great beater.

"Faun is our resident masochist. No matter what anyone does to him, he doesn't cry or scream," Mr. Tender continued. "However, he has no scars and perfect skin."

Faun was thin, tall, and lanky. With his bright red hair and freckles, he resembled the Weasley family quite closely. His eyes were a dark blue, nearly black and his curly hair fell just below his chin in thick knots.

"Siren here is quite a fighter as well. He'll take top, bottom, or anything in between. Now, unlike Faun, he is quite the screamer. His voice is clear and loud and he will sing like a songbird if you ask him to."

Guessing this boy to be the eldest, Severus gave him a good look. From the angle at which he sat, he could see that Siren still had the fiery gaze in his dark, nearly black eyes. He met every glance with strength and courage. He was tanned, although not overly so, and seemed to have a natural glow to it. His brown hair was cropped close to the neck, although a few long bangs fell across his forehead.

"And now, the eldest of all of my boys: Ra," Mr. Tender said softly.

Severus glanced at the boy closest to him in shock. He was the eldest? He looked to be about thirteen, abnormally thin and small. Upon closer inspection, however, Severus could see that this boy was in fact about sixteen. His skin was a milky pale color, probably from a lack of sunlight. Thick black hair fell down his back in waves, held at the back of his neck with a silver clasp. Green eyes were trained to the floor, glittering softly in the light.

"What do you have to say about him?" Fudge asked.

Walking over to the eldest boy, Mr. Tender laid his hand on the boy's back, pushing him towards Severus. Forcing him into the professor's lap, he viciously slapped Ra's ass, making the boy jump a little. Severus kept his eyes fixed on the boy's face, marveling when no pain revealed itself.

"He's the best I have," Mr. Tender said as he turned to Fudge. "He's been with me for nearly ten years and he's a mighty great fuck. You'd have to have him to understand when I say that he's… different from the others. He's also a great dancer. If you would like, he and Siren can put on quite a show later."

"Why not now?" Fudge asked, sitting back in his chair.

Mr. Tender grinned and grabbed Ra by the collar of his jacket, dragging him off of Severus's lap. The boy followed the squib willingly to the center of the room, turning to face Fudge. Siren came up behind him as the three others were ushered into the laps of three separate men.

Severus watched as the 'dance' began. Ra leaned back into Siren's body, slowly moving his hips back and forth. The other boy kept pace, grinding hard against his partner. Throwing an arm back and around Siren's neck, Ra bent his knees a little and sped up his swaying hips. Some of the men groaned as the older teenager pulled teasingly on the hem of his pants, playing with the button that held them together.

The professor was repulsed and intrigued that the same time. He hated having to watch the boys as they were forced to 'entertain' these sick men, but it didn't hurt to have them be such beauties. Ra was especially gorgeous, especially when his partner's hand slipped into the front of his pants, massaging him between his legs. The older teen's mouth dropped open and he panted a little, rolling his hips.

The three men who had occupied laps began to play with the boys who sat on them. One of Fudge's closest advisors practically ripped Sprite's tuxedo from him, forcing the boy to unzip the fly of his pants. He groaned and purred as the ten-year-old took him into his mouth.

Severus noticed that Fudge had his gaze fixed on Ra. Perhaps it was because he was given the front view, but he seemed enraptured by the young man. Severus admitting that he was as well as he had only the side view, but he nearly sneered in disgust at the Minister. He'd never liked the man, but the slight shred of respect that he'd had for the man's office had been obliterated.

Sudden gasps of wonder filled the room and Severus snapped his attention back to the dancing boys. Ra's jacket and shirt had been taken off, revealing the creamy skin. More importantly though, the black dress pants had been pulled all the way down and his thin, beautiful legs were a sight to behold. He wore a black thong underneath, a piece so tight that it left nothing to the imagination. The boy was well endowed, that was sure. Stepping out of the pants, Ra walked seductively towards Fudge, swaying his hips a little. Just as the man was about to touch the edge of the thong, the boy sped backwards, running straight into Siren again. The two resumed their grinding dance, close enough to Fudge to give him practically a private show, but far enough that he couldn't touch without leaving his chair.

Fudge grinned widely as the boys entertained him, panting hard from exertion. Glancing around the room, Severus knew that he had to make a move soon. Things were getting out of hand. The other three boys were all nearly naked, especially the youngest, Sprite. A few tears were running down his cheeks as the man whose lap he sat on pinched roughly at his chest. The other two were stoic, but fairing just as badly as Sprite was.

Standing, Severus slowly walked over to the two boys in front of Fudge. He stepped around them, obscuring them from Fudge's view. Ra glanced up at him as his bare hips flushed against the teacher's. Reaching out, Severus ran a hair through the silken black hair, watching as the boy nearly closed his eyes contently. On Ra's other side, Siren continued the dance, pushing Ra cleanly against Severus.

"What are you doing, Snape?" one of the other men called. "You cut the Minister off from the best show I've ever seen."

Severus smirked at him. "I can make it more interesting," he snapped.

"Oh really? Show us then," the advisor cackled.

Beckoning to the other boys, Severus glanced around at the Ministry officials as they let the younger three go. When they were all within reach, Severus grabbed their hands and clasped them onto either Siren or Ra, who continued to grind against him.

"Snape, what-"

The man was cut off when Severus quickly apparated, taking the five unfortunate boys with him. He heard a scream of anger before all went quiet.

(1): I so badly wanted to write "A Lannister always pays his debts"