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Chapter 4: Rules and Accessories

Harry was brought to half awareness when the pain in his head started to increase. He groaned as a light flashed on and he was forced to fully awaken. He jerked up when he didn't recognize his surroundings. He gagged when something constricted around his neck. He tried to bring a hand up to feel what it was when his hand didn't make it to his neck.

He looked down and saw that he was restricted by chains. Then everything that had happened the day before (or was it a few hours ago?) came back to him. He looked around the room that was now lit up by some kind of magical light force that he could not find.

The room itself was very large. On the wall opposite the door that led to what he guessed to be the living room, was an enormous four-poster bed. You could fit at least five people on there comfortably, Harry thought in awe. It was raised off of the floor slightly on a step platform, and had what looked like silk sheets of silver and black. It had very dark green curtains that were pulled back to each post, and several pillows placed against the headboard neatly.

He turned his attention elsewhere; across from him was another door that Harry guessed led to the bathroom. On the wall that he was chained to was a walk-in closet that had an oriental sliding door that was opened. Harry leaned as far as he could away from the wall to try and look inside, but the only thing he could make out was that it looked to be a small room filled with extremely expensive clothing.

He saw movement out of the corner of his eye and looked turned to see the one person he didn't want to see walking towards him. He grit his teeth when Voldemort stopped in front of him. He kept his gaze lowered and hoped that he would just turn and walk away. It seemed that luck had forsaken him though because Voldemort did not leave; in fact he bent down in front of him so that he could see Harry's face.

Harry finally looked up and fixed the man with a glare that would have put Snape's finest to shame.

"Good Morning Pet, it's nice to see you awake." Voldemort chuckled. He reached out a hand and grabbed Harry's chin like he had done the night before. Harry cringed at the sudden wave of pain and gasped.

"Ah, well that's new," he said.

"It usually takes more than a touch to get a reaction out of you. Regardless I would like to set a few ground rules before we begin the day Harry, and I know that you'll listen well." Voldemort said as he moved his hand from Harry's chin to his cheek.

"First of all, you will have lessons with Severus everyday to teach you how to act properly. Also starting today you will serve me at all meal times and any meetings I hold. You will always be at my side to follow any commands I give you. You will attend every Death Eater meeting, and at all times, unless I command otherwise, you will sit at my feet. You will also help me dress when I want you to." Voldemort said, Harry could tell by the sound of his voice and the look in his eyes that Voldemort was beyond pleased.

"I will never do as you say! I am not some kind of object that you can just flaunt around!" Harry growled out angrily. Voldemort gave his face a small pat that sent a shock of pain throughout his head.

"Harry, Harry, Harry; have you forgotten about our contract so soon? Have you forgotten about your friends? I thought you of all people wouldn't want them hurt or killed!" Voldemort admonished softly. Harry was glaring full-out now. He growled and tried to wrench his face away from Voldemort's hand, but the chain and collar around his neck constricted tightly and he gagged again.

"Oh yes, I almost forgot. Any collar I put around your neck will tighten when I want it to. It's just a per-caution. I will enjoy having you do what ever I want you to, and having you give me what ever I desire." Voldemort muttered the last part almost in a whisper. Harry's face darken as he scowled at him.

"You may be able to make me obey everything you say and tell me to do, but you will never truly have me!" Harry spat out. Voldemort laughed out loud a look of amusement passing across his face.

"I will enjoy breaking you Harry, you have such a strong determination. In time your spirit will be mine as well. Now today you will go with Lucius and he will take you to acquire some special gifts from me. You are to do as he says and not cause any trouble. After you return you are to go and speak with Severus. I'm sure he will immediately want to start on your lessons. The sooner you learn your place the better." Voldemort said as he stood up and let go of Harry's face. Harry looked down at his hands when he felt a sudden weight disappear from around them and from his neck.

"Come with me Pet." He said as he motioned with his hand for Harry to follow him. He turned to walk from the room but stopped when he seemed to remember something. Harry watched him walk over to his walk-in closet and rummage around a bit. Harry, wanting to test his limits, stood up and started to limp slowly towards the door.

A sigh behind him alerted that he had been spotted. He turned around to find Voldemort holding several articles of clothing in his hands.

"I'll have to speak to Severus about breaking your habitat of constantly trying to escape." He mumbled grudgingly to himself.

"Anyway, I can't have you walking all over London dressed in rags! What will people say about me when they see you dressed like that? Here are some of my own clothing, from now on you will always wear something of mine. That way you'll have to ask for something to wear. It will help you remember who owns you. Also you need a bath if I do say so myself." He told Harry smugly as he threw the clothing into his arms.

"Hurry, or you'll be late and I'm the only one who hates tardiness more than Lucius does. I will be found in the kitchen when you are done." Harry watched him walk from the room and turn left. With a depressed sigh Harry walked into the bathroom and nearly had a heart-attack at the grandeur of the room. The walls were lined in many bamboo shelves that held what had to have been every bottle of shampoo, conditioner, and body oil; everything that was made or created for the use of a bath seemed to be housed in this very room!

The walls were a very dark emerald green, and had a grand oriental theme painted over them in a very artistic scenario. The floor was tiled in black with white swirls. In the middle of the room a large in-ground bath sat with an assortment of taps at the far end. To Harry's amusement it reminded him of the prefect's bath at Hogwarts.

On his right was a long waist high counter-top that held four sinks, hand towels, and many other assorted things. A huge mirror was settled over the entire counter. He looked to his left to see a large stand in shower built into the wall. It had a crystal sliding door with gold-lining around the edges. He decided to just take a shower instead of a bath. He didn't feel secure spending a long period of time with no clothes on and only a door between Voldemort and him.

Showering quickly but efficient enough to get rid of all layers of filth on his body. He took a moment to let the warm water beat down on his back relaxing his stiff and sore muscles. The cuts on his body stung from the water, but Harry made sure to clean them thoroughly. His wrist was still broken, and swollen badly. He had to take great care when moving his arm around. Stepping out of the shower and onto the cool floor beneath, he grabbed a towel and limped over to were he had originally dumped the clothes given to him.

One-handedly he slipped on the more welcoming clothing. He blushed as he had trouble zipping up the clingy satin pants. He gently slipped his arms into the sleeves of the shirt but found that buttoning up a shirt with only one hand did not work. The shirt was made of spider silk, and to Harry it felt like heaven against his skin and also a sin to wear such fine clothing.

Running his good hand over the shirt; mesmerized by its texture he thought about what he had to do to get it closed or buttoned. His thoughts immediately went to asking for assistance but he discarded that idea when the only person around was his worst enemy who would probably gloat at a helpless Harry.

Looking around and finding nothing, he poked his head out the bathroom door, and seeing no one around started to make a mad dash to the walk-in-closet. Halfway there he heard an amused chuckle, and he froze in mid-step. A blush made it's way across his cheeks as he could just imagine the image he made. He clutched his open shirt together as well as possible before he half turned to the evil bastard behind him. Emerald met Crimson in a clash of amusement and embarrassment.

Harry slipped on a pair of leather ankle-boots he found against the wall of the closet and made his way back into the bedroom. He felt around his neck fiddling with the collar that still remained there. He looked at his wrists and ankles to see if the cuffs had any designs or way of removing them.

He was sorely disappointed; they were just plain steal cuffs. They didn't have anything on them and they didn't even have a line showing where they connected. Looking at his wrists made him flash back on the event that had just happened minutes ago.

Merely thinking of it sent a crimson blush splashing across his face. Rage flared through him at the remembrance of his vulnerability. His fist clenched as he thought of how he let that monster touch him. At the time he had been frozen; unsure of what exactly to do.

He remember the hands that had ghosted across his shoulders, and the feather light touches on his chest as his shirt was buttoned, and worst of all was the fact that Voldemort seemed to think it absolutely necessary that his shirt be tucked in. As the memory flashed behind his eyes he brought a hand to his face in shame.

Mentally smacking himself snapping out of his revere. He looked at his still clenched fist. The very same one that had been broken not long ago. He flexed his healed hand experimentally, that was perhaps the only thing good that Voldemort had ever done for him.

He moved towards the living room; a place of which he did not want to go but he had too. He kept his head slightly bowed, but his eyes looked around at everything that he could see curiously. He moved to his left when he heard clanking and he suspected the sound was coming from the kitchen.

He snorted at the thought of Voldemort cooking, and he wasn't in the least surprised to find him at a medium sized oak table with food and a newspaper in front of him and an elf running around cleaning things.

"Come sit Harry, while in my room and in private, you may sit at the table. You will eat and then follow me to see Lucius." He didn't even look up when Harry walked into the room. He just spoke while holding the paper up and sipping at his tea.

It seemed as though what had just happened wasn't going to be brought up again. Moving to the seat that Voldemort motioned him to, he realized that a small amount of tenseness left his shoulders and he began to wonder how he would survive the rest of his days in such close proximity to Voldemort.

Just by sitting by him his scar was throbbing painfully. He began to eat the food that was placed in front of him by the house-elf. As time went on he noticed that his fork was shaking and Voldemort seemed to notice it also.

"Well, it seems we'll have to do something about your scar. Perhaps if we…no that will not work it will have to be made with the spells and charms in place. Finish eating, and when you are done come to me in the living room." Voldemort said as he stood from his seat and walked out of the kitchen. Harry leaned back in his chair and rubbed the sides of his head. At least he could be the tiniest bit thankful that Voldemort was not going to let him suffer and was going to do something about it. Hurriedly finishing his breakfast he wiped his mouth and left the kitchen.

He walked back into the living room to see Voldemort at a desk, writing something. He looked around trying to see if there was something he was supposed to be doing but found nothing. Slightly surprised that Voldemort would turn his back on him but being reminded about the contract; he just stood where he was until Voldemort was done.

"Come with me." Was all the warning he got when Voldemort stood and walked towards the main door that led back out into the corridor. Harry noticed that he held a small folded piece of parchment in his hand. Seeing that, he was reminded of his friends writing him letters and thus thought about how they were doing down in the dungeons.

He wondered how they were being treated and if they were being fed right, as he followed his new "owner" down the corridor. They were passing many portraits that gave Harry strange looks and Voldemort wary or respectful glances. It took them several minutes before they reached what Harry thought to be the main hall. It looked every bit sophisticated and yet nonchalant. There was a grand chandelier hanging from the ceiling, a red carpet that led from the door and up the stairs that they were at the moment walking down.

To either side were what appeared to be sitting rooms. Each one had several chairs and coaches and a large fireplace. Harry noticed that the sitting area on the right held one occupant in its homey settlement. It appeared that Lucius Malfoy decided to wait on them here.

"Ah, Lucius I'm glad you could make it today." Voldemort called out to the man.

Harry watched in slight amusement as Lucius jumped up from the seat he had been sitting in and quickly dropped to his knees in a bow.

"My Lord, anything you wish shall be given to you. If there is anything at all that can be done for you I will do it. It is an honor that you chose me to perform this task for you." Lucius drawled out. Harry scoffed and mentally called the man a suck-up. He looked over to see if it had any effect on Voldemort and was surprised to see a look of amusement pass over the man's features fleetingly.

"Rise Lucius; I want you to return as soon as possible, and I also want you to give this letter to Regius. It seems that my pet will not be getting his gift today. I want one made from scratch, but he will still need to be measured." Voldemort said as he handed the folded parchment over to Lucius as he spoke. Harry clenched his teeth when he was referred to as "pet".

*Calm down! Throwing a fit will only get your friends and yourself tortured. Just wait this out; you'll have your chance to get the bastard one of these days.* Harry mentally said to himself over and over again to calm his roaring anger.

It seemed that he had blocked out the rest of the conversation seeing as Lucius was walking towards the double doors that led outside and Voldemort was walking off to his left heading for a hallway he just now noticed. He jumped and sprinted after Lucius when he heard his name being called.

He followed him outside with a bit of trepidation. He was anxious to find out what the outside looked like. The sun shined into his eyes and he squinted them to see his surroundings. He was walking a few feet behind Lucius down a set of steps. When his eyes finally adjusted to the bright sunlight; he looked around trying to see if he recognized anything.

He was startled to see nothing but trees around him. It seemed that Voldemort thought that nobody would find them if he put his main base in the middle of nowhere. He was also correct, Harry never thought even once that Voldemort would place himself in such obscurity! He was disappointed that he couldn't recognize anything about his whereabouts. He had hoped that maybe they were close to a wizarding community and that he could get word to them about his friends and that they would send help. Now though, that hope was gone.

He followed Lucius across the stately yard and past several gargoyle statues that seemed to stare at Harry hungrily (he made sure to stay far away from them!). He was about to demand where they were going when Lucius stopped just at the edge of the forest and stared at him a moment before speaking.

"Mr. Potter, from this point I will apparate us to our destination. I will need you to focus on me so that when I apparate you will be able to come along as well. Now concentrate." He told Harry in his usual aristocratic voice. He grabbed a hold of Harry's shoulder and Harry quickly concentrated on the man. For a moment he thought Lucius was crazy trying to apparate him somewhere! He had never heard of someone apparating someone else before, and it ending well.

Then of course Harry was proven that it was indeed possible when he felt more than saw the world around him disappear. He bit back a scream when he felt like his whole body was being torn into pieces, and then tightly compressed. Finally everything came back together again in a loud popping sound. He gasped for breath, nausea rising up from his stomach he bent over to the side and vomited in the dark corner of the street.

"Well that went better than I was expecting! At least you didn't splice yourself. Now come along Potter we have to get back to the mansion as soon as possible." Lucius drawled with what Harry would almost call a cheerful expression. He opened his eyes which he didn't know he had closed, and was taken aback when he saw himself in some kind of marketplace.

He looked over to Lucius to find the man was already walking away from him. He forgot about his earlier shock and ran after him, not wanting to be left alone in this strange place that was filled with strangely dressed and intimidating people. Where the hell was he anyway? Living his sheltered life in a cupboard under the stairs he was sure there was a lot about the world he still had not seen before.

Following the Death Eater through the crowded streets proved to be a little difficult with all the shoving and bustling about, but he managed it. They walked in a straight line throughout the market for what seemed like forever to Harry before he was pulled down a side alley by the man. No one was down here so it took him a moment to get used to going from crowded to nothing at all in a split second. Lucius still had a hold of his shirt sleeve and Harry angrily shoved his hand away.

He may have to be treated like a slave by Voldemort but he was not going to let anyone else walk all over him! Lucius threw a glare over his shoulder at him which he returned full-heartedly. He stopped when Lucius did in front of an old battered door. He watched in curiosity as he knocked two times and then a third after a few seconds. A slit in the door opened and eyes peered out at them.

"I am here on the behalf of the Dark Lord. I believe we have a meeting scheduled with Regius." Lucius said quietly. The eyes stared at them a second longer before the slit closed and the door was pulled open to reveal a man on the other side. He was gruff looking and big as in very tall. He towered over Harry's small form and Lucius' tall one. The man must have been almost seven feet! He himself was nothing to brag about he was only 5'8" but Lucius, he guessed, was around 6'2". (which made him feel even smaller than normal!)

The giant of a man spoke and Harry wouldn't have been surprised if he was part giant.

"Al'right, com' dis way la's. The' boss'll meet wit cha now." His accent was ruff and horrible. It was so bad it took Harry several seconds to understand what the man was saying. Lucius seemed to understand well enough because he followed the man inside with no hesitation. Harry followed them into the dark musty smelling room.

He must have been taking too long, because Lucius suddenly appeared in front of him with a disgruntled look on his face and pulled him along behind him. They walked through the dark hallway and down a set of stairs. There were several other doors along down the hall that he could see but they walked into the one that was immediately to their right when they got down the stairs.

Harry noticed that a light was shining in the room underneath the door. The giant man was waiting for them before he opened the door. Harry would never have thought that a shop existed under such a grimy place, but one did and it was pretty fancy looking.

There where glass cases all along the walls and several more in the center of the room. He wondered what was in them and took the chance to look when they walked by one on their way towards the desk on the left side of the room. He should have been shocked but since he was notified earlier that he needed new "accessories" he wasn't.

Inside the case he looked at were several collars that made his jaw drop. They looked to be made out of pure gold and had several jewels imbedded in them. Now he understood why a store was undercover like this one was. Slavery was illegal so the merchandise this man Regius was selling would have put him behind bars in seconds.

He looked away from the collars in discomfort, and with the full knowledge that he would have such a collar around his own neck in no time; as well as cuffs on his wrists and ankles. He followed the two men over to the desk with his head bowed disheartedly. He heard them talking and saw Lucius give the man Voldemorts letter.

From that point on everything around him seemed to just fade away as he sank into despair. He was only vaguely aware of being measured, and hearing complements that he was "a beautiful acquirement" and that "the Dark Lord must be so pleased to have such a fine specimen as a pet". It seemed the man didn't even know who he was. That he was in fact Harry Potter. After that he shut out everything and set his body on "Auto-Pilot". He did as he was told to do mechanically, and when it was all over he followed Lucius out the door of the grimy building and down the street again. Harry assumed that there were anti-apparation charms set about the place.

They once more moved through the crowded street. That seemed to bring Harry out of his zoned out state and he looked around then sighed. They reached another alley which Lucius pulled him down into and Harry didn't even fight to take his arm out of the mans grip. They stopped and Lucius turned to him.

"Well, that went rather well. I expected you to pitch a fight and refuse to be measured. It seems that the Dark Lord was right. It won't take long to break you." Lucius said as he grabbed Harry's shoulder again and they apparated away back to the mansion. One of them having such a heavy heart that he was sure it would sink right to hell.

Author's Note: Another chapter done Halleluiah! My fingers hurt! I wrote all of this in one go, and in just over an hour! I did it for my lovely fans! Hello out there! Thanks for reading and reviewing, and I'll get started on the next chapter when I can.

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