A/N: If last chapter wasn't shocking enough for you, this one will surely take the cake. There will be some non-consensual scenes and Harry will be young (very young). You have been warned and if you do not wish to continue, I am perfectly fine with it. This chapter is mostly made up of flashbacks. Also, thanks to InsaneOrange for the beta!


"Hello!" Harry greeted jovially, thumping Seamus on the back.

He jumped a foot in the air and swore colorfully as he whipped around. "Oh!" he gasped, "Mr. Potter!" The stable hand appeared fidgety, which was only human, since just half a day ago, his blunder had caused a prized stallion to go missing and the fence to be splintered beyond repair.

"You look awful!" Harry exclaimed. "There really is no need! You will stay employed."

Seamus blinked in response.

"And now you may thank me," Harry added, fixing his shirt importantly.

"Wh-what did you do?" Seamus asked with his hands squeezing Harry's shoulders to emphasize his worry.

"Nothing! Honest," Harry lied without batting an eye. "You always think I did something."

"Stop doing this," Seamus begged in a hurried whisper. "You have to stop."

"I hand you your job back and all I get for it is admonition?" Harry grumbled theatrically. "See if I help you again." He turned on his heel.

Seamus stopped him quickly. "W-wait! I-I'm … I'm sorry. Thank you," he stammered. "You know I am thankful, don't you, Harry?"

"Hmm," Harry smiled. "Just remember to close the stall from now onwards."

"Yes, yes, yes. Always," Seamus promised, cupping Harry's face in his hands. "Please know this."

"Very well," Harry winked, pushing away from Seamus. "Prepare my horse for this evening, will you?" He waltzed out of the stable while Seamus clenched his eyes shut as disgust and guilt engulfed him.


Lucius would have never noticed the scrappy, black haired servant boy if not for a shaky ladder.

He had been jerked out of his reverie when he heard awfully sad screams through the window of his study.

He had found the slight boy crumpled in an untidy heap with his arm clutched close to him and tears running down everything. Lucius had carried him to the house-nurse while trying not to mind the shrieks that burned into his ears.

And the boy had refused to let go of Lucius.

They had both been weak at the time. Harry had clung to the first warm body he could get his hands on and Lucius had smiled at the pained tears. The new bond that formed at that moment was hard to break since it should have been impossible to forge in the first place.

Lucius felt himself being drawn in by Harry's shy gazes and stubbornly determined attitude. But it was the boy's body that he lusted after. Lucius prided himself over control but, when he was with Harry, he felt the control slipping. The mop of raven hair was something he had never seen against such pale skin. Like a dark angel, Harry's soft smiles engulfed Lucius' thoughts.

At first the boy was simply allowed into the house and made to work in the kitchen with the rest of the staff. Then he was one of the few servants allowed into the Lord's study. Soon, he was the only one allowed into the Lord's chambers.

It had been a mistake that had been brewing for many months. In a moment of inebriation and desire, Lucius had lost his control that had been teetering on edge. The night had ended with Harry clutching the sheets close to him, screaming from the pain that had ended many minutes ago, and Lucius sitting atop the bed with revulsion at the inconceivable deed he had committed. The child had been barely twelve… In a flurry of actions that deserved the worst punishment, Harry had been torn apart. Fear that had robbed his voice during the ordeal was now coming out. The shrieks struck Lucius' heart, burning him as though hot coals were being fed to his chest.

The demons of alcohol had possessed him to defile an innocent boy.

But, come morning, Harry was huddled close to Lucius, safe in his Lord's arms. The man and boy had woken up at the same instant, stirring and then stilling as the events from mere hours ago crashed into them at nauseating speeds. Lucius had stared down at the dark angel pressed against him. Gone were the shy and sweet eyes. It had been replaced by loss and desperation. But Harry didn't move a muscle to scramble away.

Their eyes closed at the same moment and their lips pressed against each other clumsily. Their first kiss.

"I will make you a prince," Lucius had promised as heady anticipation rushed into his mind, dizzying him.

Harry had merely looked up at Lucius, waiting. Lucius had nothing more to add. "But?" the boy prompted.

"Pardon?" Lucius had frowned in confusion.

"You will make me a prince but?"

How smart this boy was… Lucius tightened his hold on Harry, his breath taken away by the stubbornly set jaw and the feel of virgin skin against his body. "But you will be mine forever," he breathed, sealing the command with a forceful kiss.

A mere twelve year old was destroyed by a man over thrice his age. And that man would rebuild him into something… perfect.


It took Harry over a year to realize that he did not have to be at his master's mercy.

Lucius had been taken by surprise. Pleasant surprise.

They were tangled against sheets and limbs, Harry's pained groans causing Lucius to become more aroused. And then soft whispers reached the man.

"I want a new horse."

Lucius froze atop Harry, bracing himself on his elbows and breathless. Harry's arms encircled him and fingers gently coaxed the nape of his neck. This was new. This was… interesting. "A horse?" Lucius asked, pulling out of Harry's tight warmth.

"Hmm," Harry groaned, biting his lip to keep his scream of agony to himself as he felt his insides being dragged out of him. "P-please," he whimpered, opening his eyes to look up at Lucius.

"Please?" Lucius echoed, now thoroughly perplexed.

"I want a new horse, please," Harry trembled, tears falling.

Lucius jumped when he felt small hands against his wet erection. His eyes widened in disbelief. Harry was guiding him back in. "Stop," he hissed.

"No," Harry whispered back, thrusting himself against the burning arousal. "Ah…"

Lucius watched Harry's back arch as pain shot through him from the sudden insertion. He felt the boy shudder and heave. He heard Harry's barely stifled sob.

Then the eyes opened again. Lucius exhaled slowly when he saw sparks of resolution in them. And, for the first time in a year, they moved in unison, Lucius pushing into Harry and Harry sliding towards him invitingly.

Lucius would have given Harry the moon…


The boy was pushed away by everyone but the Lord. He was never allowed outside the mansion, but the mansion itself was a village of sorts. He was unwelcome in the kitchen and refused attendance on more than one occasion. He hardly minded. He had never been waited on before. The servants saw him as a plague – deadly and contagious.

He never let on how much the disgusted looks hurt him. He knew that crying was weak. He had his Lord and that was all that mattered.

He both dreaded and yearned for his time with Lucius. When the Lord was sober, they would be in the study and he would be teaching Harry the tricks of the trade. Harry was eager to learn because he was eager to please. He read any and all books that were thrust his way and he paid careful attention to his Lord's words. He learnt that the world ran on money and, in order to stay afloat, one must amalgamate as much money as possible. He rather liked that idea. Lucius was living the high life, after all. Harry wanted the same thing.

Lucius often found the boy pouring over old records of budgets and businesses. In fact, he had, on more than one occasion, had to move the sleeping boy from the chaise to the bed.

But those were the good days.

The bad days were the ones when Lucius drowned himself in alcohol.

And, on those days, anyone caught in his path needed to pay heed.

The demons of alcohol reared its ugly head again one fateful evening and a young girl had been caught.

It took but one blow for the girl to fall to the floor with a hard thud.

And no one could do a thing but watch as Lucius raised his hand again.

Harry stopped him with a violent push, appearing out of nowhere and ramming into him at full force.

Lucius had let out a frustrated snarl, jerking Harry around with bruising fingers. "What?" he barked.

"No," Harry growled, shoving him into the sitting room and slamming the door shut behind them. "No, no, no, no, no!"

With a single sweep of his arm, he sent Harry sprawling across the rug.

Outside, the frozen maids and butlers jumped in fear upon hearing the disastrous crash.

Harry scrambled up to his feet and staggered back while heaving with anger and fear. Lucius was stepping towards him menacingly while he tripped on his feet in his hurry to get away. He spun around and rushed towards the parlor as fast as he could, stumbling from dizziness. Lucius was faster. He latched onto the back of Harry's shirt and tossed him against the wall. Harry struck it hands first, biting back a whimper as his wrists protested and cracked. He quickly turned to meet his Lord's wrath with teary eyes and stubbornly set jaw.

"How dare you behave insolently?" Lucius hissed, raising a hand and swinging it forward.

Harry's head snapped to the side as the stinging blow fell on his cheek. He used the momentum to propel him to the side. He rushed towards the large windows against which stood an ornate glass cabinet. He flung the doors open and swept his hands along the shelf, knocking the bottles of expensive liquor off. The glass shattered to the floor all around him, spraying alcohol and shards. He was sobbing openly as he broke crystal after crystal, his mind in a fog and his heart hammering in terror. He grabbed some by the necks and threw them on the floor forcefully. His anger poured out of him and he shattered everything he could get his hands on.

He felt arms grabbing him from behind and winding around his hips. He was lifted up and deposited on the carpet where he fell on his side and curled up, waiting for more pain.

He was forced on his back.

"Look at me!"

Harry closed his eyes tighter, causing more tears to fall out of him.

He felt himself being lifted again, this time inside cradling arms. He stiffened when he found himself pressed against a warm body. Looking up, he found Lucius staring down at him with an expression of fear and confusion. "You have hurt yourself," the Lord said quietly.

Harry suddenly felt pricks of pain on his hands and legs. The glass shards must have pierced his skin. Just the thought made him lightheaded. "Oh," he whimpered, hiding his face against Lucius' chest. He hated blood. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry," he cried. "Please."

Lucius pressed his lips against Harry's forehead. "You will be alright. They are small wounds," he reassured. The incident had suddenly sobered him up and now he was filled with wonder and strange emotions. "I… I will never touch spirits again. For you. Never."

Harry finally relaxed and curled into Lucius' embrace. He fell faint a moment later as shock and exhaustion wore him out.

When he awoke, it was nighttime and he was fighting off a nightmare weakly. Only when he opened his eyes did he realize it wasn't a nightmare after all. He was propped up against fluffy pillows and beside his bed sat the cook of the manor. Looking further down the bed stood the girl who had been struck by Lucius. Harry closed his eyes with a cracked moan and turned his head away when he felt a spoon at his lips. He was being fed something.

"You must eat," Molly said gently. "It is quite good, Harry. I am sure you will like it."

He blearily turned his gaze towards the cook again as the words made their way into his head. "You know my name?" he faltered.

Molly allowed herself a smile. "Of course. You have lived here for so long," she told him.

He swallowed to wet his throat and push down his apprehension. He glanced at the girl who simply stood with her eyes downturned and her hands knotted in front of her. She was not much older than him and he had seen her before, but not often. He shook out of his daze and tried to sit up better. "I can eat by myself," he said, reaching out for the bowl.

Then he noticed his bandaged hands. Pulling them back, he ogled them in shock.

And suddenly he remembered.

"Oh no," he mumbled. He had done something awful. "I need to see the Lord," he stammered while trying to push the swaddled sheets off of him.

"Mr. Potter."

Harry whipped his head to the other side of the bed as his heart jumped to his throat. Lucius was leaning a shoulder against the wall with his arms crossed at his chest. Harry searched the stark grey eyes for any signs of anger or disapproval. Well, there was some disapproval but definitely no anger. Neither of them spoke for a short while and Harry was starting to blush from the silent conversation. Then Lucius nodded once and strode out of the room, leaving Harry alone with the women.

He pulled his eyes down to his lap and picked at the white gauze on his palm.

"Now will you eat?" Molly asked.

He nodded mutely and opened his mouth as the spoon was brought to his lips. He let the warm and comforting soup wash down his throat. No one had ever fed him before, not ever. He hazarded a look at Molly. He knew all about her, of course. He had always watched her work from afar. She kept the manor and the other servants in order. He had never seen her look upon him so kindly before, however.

"How old are you, Harry?" she asked.

He couldn't be sure. "Fifteen?" he answered.

"Hmm," she acknowledged. "You are Ronald's age."

Harry wanted to ask who that was, but he did not want to speak. He simply accepted spoonfuls of soup gladly.

"He is my son," Molly said as an answer to the unsaid question. "And she is my daughter, Ginevra."

Harry flicked his eyes at the girl who suddenly fidgeted and slunk into herself.

"Are you hurting anywhere?" the older woman asked. He simply shook his head. Truth be told, everything ached. But that was most likely from the fever he had developed. His hands and legs weren't stinging anymore. "Will you tell me if you are hurting?" Molly asked carefully.

Harry bit his lip and thought of lying. He shook his head again.

He jerked in surprise when he heard a warm laugh from Molly. "You are not unlike my children in that sense, then," she noted in amusement. "There is no need to bear pain when it can easily be taken away for you."

Harry nodded.


Since that day, he had been moderating tensed relationships between Lucius and his subordinates. Whenever Harry was seen with a slight tiredness in his stride or blank eyes, he was fawned over by nearly everyone in the mansion. No matter how much he lied, they wouldn't stop with their pitying and thankful looks.

But he finally had a place to call 'home'.

Lucius kept his promise and Harry grew bolder. As time went by, they grew attached to each other, both physically and emotionally. Harry rarely tasted the pleasures of sex but, when he did, it pushed the pain to the back of his mind.

One morning he awoke feeling strangely restless. He opened his eyes to the bright sun and his body flashed with alertness. He sat up in fright because he had slept in at least two hours past his wake-up time. He had learnt quite early on that tardiness led to stern punishment and a bundle of chores. He tried to scramble out of bed.

He was pulled back before he could fall off the end.

Looking back in shock, he found Lucius gazing up at him through half-closed eyes. "My Lord," he faltered. Now he was thoroughly confused as to what was happening.

"Lie down," Lucius muttered, stifling a yawn behind his hand.

Harry was reluctant to respond because he was not sure if this was a trick or not.

"You do not recall last night?" the Lord asked with an amused smirk.

Now Harry was frantically trying to remember what had happened. It was quite hard to forget, of course. But there must have been something particularly different that…

He blinked.

He couldn't remember finishing or falling asleep.

He choked on his words as he flushed red.

"I thought I had managed to kill you," Lucius murmured, pulling Harry in and wrapping him in an uncharacteristic embrace.

"You jest," Harry groaned, pushing away from the Lord and rolling out of bed. It was then that he suddenly realized that his body was practically screaming in agony with every small movement he made. "This is nothing to gloat about," he said shakily while steadying himself against the wall.

"Oh?"

Harry blushed brighter as he quickly dressed himself. The previous night had been one of the best nights he had ever had and that was indeed something to be embarrassed about. "I must go bathe," he mumbled.

Lucius propped himself up on his elbows while observing Harry's body. "I believe you have forgotten to thank me," he commented glibly.

Harry whipped a furious glare at the Lord before limping out of the room and slamming the door shut once he was in the spacious bathroom. Lucius smirked as he lay back down and closed his eyes to remember each and every expression Harry had managed to show him just a few hours ago.

They changed each other, for better and for worse. As Harry grew, so did their relationship. Engulfing them in passion and aggression, the men were often left with bruises and bloodied lips by the end of their nights together. Their time together was less frequent, but more potent now. It didn't matter to Harry how physical their relationship was. As long as his Lord looked at no one else but him and hurt no one else but him, he was happy. He was rather selfish in that sense, not unlike Lucius.

And then Draco was to arrive…

"Son?" Harry had asked in wonder. "You have a son?"

"Hmm. So long ago," Lucius answered, shaking his head dismissively.

"Why is he coming here?"

Lucius looked up at Harry, contemplating him. "You do realize that he will be the heir to my inheritance, do you not?" he asked.

"You do not know him," Harry muttered with irritation.

"So I will get to know him and I will prepare him to take over for me."

"Where do you plan on going?" Harry asked, jerking his chin up defiantly.

Lucius laughed at his precious dark angel. "I will stay here until you grow tired of me," he murmured, pressing a kiss against Harry's forehead.

Harry glared at Lucius. "I have grown tired of you," he muttered, folding his arms against his chest.

Lucius twisted Harry's hair in his fingers with a fond smile.