[A/N]I'm so sorry this took so long! I had the worst case of writer's block in my entire writing history. Lookie here this one isn't written in first person! I got a new laptop and I'm sorry I couldn't get this one out before Christmas! Consider it a Spring Break gift? I've been obsessed with Skyrim and Assassin's Creed recently and I'm thinking of joining the Assassin's Creed fandom. I want to write so many stories, most of them involving the bleeding effect.
Remember people this is an AU.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and I never will. I do however own my plot.
When Harrison had first heard of the engagement between his lover and Princess Daphne he didn't know what to think. He felt a bit betrayed at the fact that Draco hadn't thought of telling him sooner. But he understood. He knew what he was getting into when he accepted the role of becoming his love's consort. He knew that one day Draco would have to marry and sire a child.
But he also knew that only he could hold the heart of Prince Draco Malfoy. His body would be the only one the prince desired. His company the only one the prince yearned for. He'd made sure of that last year. And if his prince began showing signs of loving the princess more than he loved his consort, things would become very messy. You see, Harrison didn't like sharing; he also didn't like being second to anyone.
So if Draco loved another then he would make sure to get rid of her. He'd wait until she bore a child and of course make sure she had an 'accident' which would either scare her off or end her. Now he knew that these thoughts were horrible and that his parents would be ashamed if they knew of his plans. But he couldn't help it. He loved Draco too much to give him up for some child-spawning harlot.
The day he'd actually met Princess Daphne was needless to say an eventful one. All the sneering and glares he'd received from the pompous wench had made him laugh. In fact everything about the woman made him laugh. From how ridiculous her hair was styled, to the fact that she clung onto Draco at every opportunity she got. Oh, and did he mention that she was quite the gossip?
Now he wasn't deaf but it seemed that the woman thought he was. He could quite clearly hear the nonsense she was spewing about him 'Oh how foreign he is I do wonder where Prince Draco received such an exotic slave.' to 'Look at how ratty and long his hair is. Slaves should at least attempt to look presentable.' He'd laughed the entire time she was there; he could obviously tell she was jealous. But of course who wouldn't be jealous of the bed-partner of the 'gorgeous' prince?
She thought she could weasel herself into their relationship. But it was for naught. Prince Draco would lay with her once, just to impregnate her. And after that, well, she'd be yesterday's rubbish. The Prince would have no need of her and most likely cast her away. It wasn't like his mother and father could do much anyways, they'd retired the crown to their son long after the King had recovered from his mysterious illness.
The Prince could have her exiled, banished, and even killed. For he was the Prince and who would be foolish enough to deny a person of his stature? So yes Harrison did not envy the woman, for her pampered life in the castle would be a short one. She could send mercenary after mercenary to kill him and it would all be for naught. The prince had Harrison heavily guarded when they were not sharing a bed which wasn't very often.
When Harrison awoke the next morning he knew it would be a day he would never forget. Today marked the day that Prince Draco and Princess Daphne would be wed. The whole castle was in a flurry as the servants and cooks rushed to get everything prepared. Harrison yawned as he stepped out of bed and headed into the corridor that would lead him into Prince Draco's private bathing chamber.
He was in need of a bath and since it was such a 'festive' occasion he might as well attempt to look decent today to save Draco the embarrassment of having a 'dirty' slave in front of every noble in the land. The ebony haired teen shook his head as he gently pushed open the doors and entered the room.
It was the same as it was the last time he visited it the first time he was brought to this castle. Normally he would bathe with the rest of the slave-unbeknownst to Draco of course-but today he felt as if he deserved to be pampered. He would have to live with the sound of that trollop Daphne copulating with his lover for the rest of his days. He slowly stripped himself of his nightwear and slid into the 'tub'. It was of course a slightly larger than normal wooden barrel that was big enough to fit two grown men comfortably.
Although sex in said tub was a bad idea as the first and only time it happened he had nasty splinters stuck in his hand. Pulling them out was one of the most painful experiences he never wanted to have. He was lucky that the servants had already filled the tub with water and by the temperature of it it had to have been done not too long ago. He leant against the edge of the tub on the smoothest side and brought a handful of water to his face. All the sweat and grime from last night washed off and dissolved in the tub.
Harrison looked down and frowned, the water had gotten dirty already? He must have overdone it last night…the emerald eyed teen shrugged. It mattered not since he was cleaning himself already. He leant over the edge of the tub and grabbed the small block of soap that had been placed there earlier. He was careful not to drop it in the tub lest it dissolve and leave him with no way to clean himself.
He quickly rubbed the soap all over himself and gathered the foam in his hands for his hair. The water was a light grey color now and his frown returned. He really should bathe more often…but he was so used to cleaning his self in the lake not far from the castle itself. Sure it was similar to bathing he supposed, but there were no blocks of soap available in the wilderness…
Harrison shook his head in disbelief. Today was the day the love of his life would be married off to another and here he was complaining about his hygiene. Harrison quickly climbed out of the tub and put on his 'special' slave clothes just for this occasion.
His outfit consisted of a rather short purple tunic that hung off one shoulder and had gold trim. It barely covered his arse and clung tightly to his body as if to enhance the fact that he was a pleasure slave. His right nipple was bare to the world and he wore no shoes at all. Chains were clamped down onto both his arms and his ankles.
They weren't connected to anything but it helped show that he had no freewill of his own-at least that's what they would think-. Sure the Prince was fine with letting the public know that he was in relations with his slave. But it would do him no good to let them think that the slave had any say in the relationship. Better to let them think that he was more of a consort than a lover.
Harrison made his way down to the center of the castle where he knew the wedding would be held. He took his formal spot by the side of the altar and knelt down to the point that his head nearly touched the floor. He didn't want to offend any of the 'holy' and 'righteous' bastards who called themselves bishops. They were all just a bunch of money grubbing fools who only entered the holy life so that they didn't have to pay taxes.
Trumpets sounded as the soon to be king entered with his wench hanging off his arm. Prince Draco was dressed splendidly in purple garments and a cape that trailed across the floor. This was his coronation as well as his wedding so he had to look his absolute best. The kingdom needs a clean and organized king after all.
His soon to be wife's apparel was another thing entirely. She was dressed in what could have been a beautiful gown had the bodice not been so tight. Her dress was light blue and most likely made of some silky material. Her hair was down behind her shoulders with a few braids in front of her ears. Her breasts seemed to be pouring out of her dress and one could clearly see the stress on the material. By the looks of it Harrison could assume that the dress would tear in merely an hour or so. How splendid it would be to witness such a marvelous affair of humiliation.
They walked in sync towards the altar as everyone in the crowd knelt to the ground. Harrison could feel Draco's eyes linger on his form and couldn't retain a shiver of pleasure. Draco's eyes darkened with lust and he quickly drew his attention away from his arousing slave. With Harrison being in such a submissive position he couldn't help but feel his body react accordingly.
The ebony haired slave inwardly smirked; even with his wife-to-be in a scandalously revealing bodice the prince still found his slave to be more arousing. The wedding proceeded like any royal wedding would; many tears, false declarations of love, and a sugar coated kiss that made all the maidens swoon. Except for Draco of course, the nasty wench had dared to stick her tongue in his mouth! Disgusting!
After the kiss everyone was quickly ushered out of the room so that it could be cleaned. Harrison knew what was to happen next and knew that he wanted to be nowhere near the castle when it occurred. So as the crowd of people pushed through the castle doors he left with them. He'd spend his time in the forest until Draco would set out to find him. Sadly until the Princess became heavy with child Harrison would stay in the forest, out of her way and out of her sight. He honestly didn't need to hear the bragging that would surely spew from her mouth on how good of a lay her 'husband' was.
This occurred for six weeks until Harrison ventured into the town and heard news of Princess Daphne's pregnancy. Finally he could return to his lover and bear with him the horrible nine months that were ahead of them. He hoped that Draco had not grown fond of the woman during his absence for Harrison had something planned for her once the child was born. If it was a son that is…if not then he'd have to wait another year or so until she became heavy with child again because only a male heir can succeed the throne.
When Harrison finally arrived at the castle it was to a sight he never wanted to see again. His lover and the harlot were passionately kissing with tongue and everything! The damn bastard had even begun to rub her growing belly with something akin to adoration in his eyes! Finally the couple parted as they realized they weren't alone. Draco's eyes widened with shock as it dawned upon him that Harrison had witnessed the entire thing.
The blond prince seemed to gather his wits as he stuttered "H-Harrison I can explain! Please believe me! I would never to anything to harm you!" Harrison, numb as he was, nodded his head "I believe you. I will be in my chambers if you need me." The daft wench scoffed as he left and pawed at her husband's chest. "Husband, why would you need to apologize to that dirty little servant? We are married of course. He should have expected to see us express our love in such a way."
Draco wanted nothing more than to smack the damn woman across the face. But he could not for she carried his heir and as long as she did then she would be safe from harm…for now. He pried her hands off of himself muttering something about princely duties to attend to as he hurried off towards Harrison's room. He slowly opened the door and was met with the sight of his love sitting on his bed motionless and without an expression upon his face. Draco kneeled before him and clasped their hands together "Harrison, love. Please listen to what I have to say. I would never willingly betray your love without reason. The kingdom had grown suspicious when I would shy away from my wife's touch. They had begun to suspect something close to the truth about our relationship. I had to do what you saw in order to save face and deter the kingdom from finding out about our relationship."
The ebony haired man before him nodded his head. It was a reasonable excuse he supposed. Harry shook his head as a grin slipped onto his face. He had been overreacting once again and it was becoming ridiculous. He squeezed his love's hands as he replied "I truly am sorry for reacting the way I did. It was uncalled for and I should have expected this to happen. This woman is trying my patience and causing my paranoia to grow. I fear that she may drive us apart if this continues."
The prince knew how his love felt entirely for he too had been thinking the same thing. The sooner she was gone the better. The months could not go by any faster however, so they had to brave the storm as best they could. Sighing sadly he returned the squeeze "I know Harrison. But there is nothing to be done. We must wait until the child is born. You and I will both have to wait out the storm."
Draco placed a chaste kiss on Harrison's lips before standing and turning to exit the room. His eyes flashed with guilt for but one mere second before he opened the door and left. Harrison clutched his head as he tried to make sense of what was happening. All had been well before the king had decided to step down from the throne. There cannot be a king without a queen and there is no kingdom without an heir. Harrison felt disgusted with himself. Shameful thoughts had begun to plague the distraught slave as he began to wish that he had never left the caravan. His life had been simple and familiar, but now it was nothing but a catastrophic mess.
Was this how his life was meant to be? Torn from his family and forced to fall in love with his captor? Even then he could not find happiness, for his love was torn from him as well. It was as if the God's were purposely playing with him marveling at how horrible and twisted they could mold his life. He felt like a plaything to fate as if he was nothing but a mindless puppet in his own life.
Harrison crawled into bed and hoped that sleep would calm his troubled mind. There was nothing he could do but wait.
Come the next morning Harrison felt refreshed and much better than he had the day before. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes he marveled at how overdramatic he could be about the simplest of things. He ran his fingers through the side of his hair as he groggily got out of bed. A simple look in the mirror showed him just how distraught he was the day before. His eyes were bloodshot with dark bags underneath him and his hair was stringy and matted. He rubbed the nape of his neck as he cringed at his appearance and hurriedly walked to the nearest wash basin.
A few splashes of cold water on his face along with some tugging at his hair and Harrison looked presentable at last. Feeling remarkably drained all of a sudden he headed towards the courtyard. Perhaps some time alone in the sun would cleanse the sorrow from his body. As he made his way towards the door he banged shoulders with someone and nearly toppled down from the force of impact. He quickly turned around to apologize only to find that the culprit was none other than Daphne the Daft herself! He quickly bowed and with a tight-lipped smile apologized.
Daphne only huffed and eyed him with disdain "Next time look where you are going slave or I'll have you sent to the stocks for harming your future queen." With a flick of her hair she continued on her way. Harrison balled his fists and nearly cut his palms with his nails. Ooh the woman knew just how to push someone to their limit! All he wanted was some peace and quiet and instead he got the bane of his existence! But he couldn't help but remember how her stomach bulged slightly in the gown she wore…how far along was she exactly? She looked to be about at least a month or two into her pregnancy. He hoped she'd just hurry up and birth the damn child already but one could not rush nature no matter how much they wanted to. Letting out a wistful sigh Harrison continued on his way to the courtyard to hopefully have some time with his thoughts.
By now eight months had passed and Harrison's paranoia had only grown worse. He'd become reclusive and hid in his room for most of the day. His skin became a sickly pale and his finger nails were rough and uneven due to his constant biting. It was a rare occasion for him to be out and about but this was the day he'd been waiting for! The servants were rushing to and fro constantly slamming into one another. Princess Daphne was finally giving birth! Harrison ran as fast as his legs would allow and quickly found himself standing inside the doorway of Draco's bedroom. There on the bed lay the princess who was covered in sweat and looked as if she'd screamed herself hoarse. Her skin was even paler than his own! "What's wrong with her?" The question startled him and he turned around to see Draco with a panicked look upon his face.
The maid nearest to the princess shook in fear and stuttered "W-we don't know sire! There's just so much blood…so much blood! There shouldn't be this much blood! Oh lord above birth is supposed to be a miracle not a bloodbath!" The maid nearly shooed both of them out of the room but one look from the prince and she quickly returned to Daphne's side. Another servant came in with a wet rag and pressed it against Daphne's forehead as she groaned in pain. Her eyes widened and another scream poured out of her mouth as her body jerked forward. Harrison looked on with glee it seemed like she was in a great deal of pain. Good! It's just what she deserved for trying to steal his love from him. Harrison let out a giggle as he inched closer to her heavily breathing form. Daphne seemed to finally notice him as a look of disgust appeared on her face. She tried to shout at him to leave but all that came out was another high pitched scream of agony.
Draco was pestering the flustered maid again with several shouts of "Is the child okay?" and "What do you mean she's losing too much blood!" The maid seemed to finally grow a backbone as she puffed out her chest and scathingly replied with "Sire calm down! The child will be fine! Your wife however is losing too much blood and may not make it out of this alive! Instead of yelling at me you could at least comfort her in her last hours of life!" Draco nodded and headed towards the opposite side of Harry. Daphne weakly held out her hand, Draco grasped it and wasn't prepared for the scream and the pain of having his hand crushed.
Several of the servants shouted "I can see its head!" and "Push princess push! Yer almost there!" It seemed like hours before the crying of a child filled the room. Draco squeezed Daphne's hand and whispered "Thank you for this." Daphne smiled and for once she seemed beautiful as she shut her eyes for the last time. The maid quickly rushed to her side and felt around her neck "Oh no no no dearie you can't die now! You've got a child to care for now!" It was useless in Harrison's opinion they all knew she was dying and nothing could save her. There had been a complication during the birth and she'd bled out to the point that it would take a miracle to save her. The maid could be heard sobbing as the princess was lifted and carried out of the room. She was most likely going to be readied for burial soon. The babe's squealing quickly brought his attention to Draco who held the infant in his arms. The poor thing was squirming and crying it's lungs out. It had a tuft of blond hair and chubby little arms and legs. A servant quickly took the babe from Draco and inspected it "It's a boy! Now someone hurry and fetch the nursemaid the lad needs some milk!" A rather homely looking servant quickly fled the room and returned shortly with a large and matronly looking nursemaid. She was handed the child and quickly pulled down the top of her dress to feed him. The servant from before turned to Draco and asked "What shall its name be, Sire?" "Scorpius" was the immediate reply and the servant nodded.
Draco stared at the child with blank eyes as he tried to process what had just happened. Harrison skipped over to Draco's side and smiled "Isn't he just handsome? Looks like everything went in our favor in the end!" Draco turned weary eyes to Harrison and nodded "I supposed you could say that though I had no intention of having Daphne actually die…" The ebony haired man simply grinned as he pulled Draco out of the room "Now, now no need to be sentimental! Come, we should get ready for the funeral! I'm sure it'll be a grand event!" Draco gave him a slightly disturbed look as he followed the giddy man towards the burial grounds.
No one noticed Harrison slip away from the crowd gathering at the burial site. He brushed past the bustling maids and made his way to the lower depths of the kingdom where the dead were kept before burial. He hummed to himself as he skipped down the steps and practically flung the heavy metal door open when he reached his destination. The Keeper of the Dead stared at him in shock and attempted to shoo him away. Her wrinkled face contorted in disgust "What're ye doing here boy? Have ye no respect for the dead! Leave, leave while I prepare the late Queen's body. Leave before I have the guards escort you out themselves!" Harrison merely shook his head and chuckled at the white haired old woman "Now, now no need to get upset. The king has requested that you inspect the burial grounds for any evidence of foul play. We wouldn't want the Queen's body to be torn apart by some trap now would we?" The Keeper looked conflicted as to whether or not she should trust the man before her "Are ye sure he asked me? If I find that he did not then I will make sure that the guards give you at least twenty lashes!"
Harrison put on a face of mock innocence as he nodded "But of course! Why would I lie about something such as this on such a terrible day? You mistake my honesty for trickery and I assure you that I have no ill intentions towards you or the body before you." The woman nodded her head and exited the room while muttering "What has the world come to when even the dead can have no peace..."
As soon as the woman left Harrison approached the body with a serene look upon his face. "You've met with a terrible fate haven't you?" He drawled as he moved around her body. "You know we were planning on having you banished from the Kingdom once you gave birth. We were going to fabricate some elaborate scheme which would make sure you would be out of our hair forever." He began to slowly run his fingers through the corpse's hair "But look at you now. Dead from childbirth. Now isn't that tragic. It's all your fault, did you know that? It's all your fault that I turned out this way. That my lover now looks at me in fear of what I've become. I used to be perfectly sane and in love, but then you came along and tried to steal my love from me. Well the fates have paid you back haven't they? Instead of living your fairy-tale dream you're now rotting in this coffin, but you aren't the only one who's been cheated mind you. I've been robbed of my sanity just as you've been robbed of your life. It seems that fairy-tale endings don't truly exist, hmm?" He removed his hand from her hair and began to back away from the body. "Don't worry though, your son will be safe with the Prince and I. He'll be raised with love and patience and I will treat him as if he were my own. Which he will be once you're buried. Don't worry, don't worry at all..."
Harrison slipped away from the room and began his walk to the burial grounds right behind the kingdom. There was work to be done.
Two hours passed before the body was ready to be buried. Normally it'd take a few days but Draco had decided that it would be better to make this a closed occasion instead of opening it for the public. News would spread and they would find out soon enough. Very few tears were shed as the princess was rude to almost everyone except her personal maid Pansy. They seemed to have been very close and she was one of the only people crying. As the body was laid inside the coffin and placed in the dirt Harrison just couldn't keep himself from smiling brightly the entire time. When the dirt covered the coffin and everyone but he and Draco left Harrison felt rejuvenated and hyper. He took Draco's hand as they stared at the mound of dirt that held the woman who had almost ruined everything.
Harrison looked intensely at the grave and smirked. This family was his now. Forever and ever till death do they part.
END
[A/N] Hope you guys aren't too upset about the ending! I did make Harry a bit insane at the end but after months of isolation and constant paranoia what would you expect to be after all that trauma? So yeah I've been writing this since August last year and I got major writer's block until December and then got writer's block until March so yeah sorry about the wait! And yes I do know that Draco and Astoria had Scorpius not Draco and Daphne but Daphne fit better in the story than Astoria did. If you liked it then please review! If you didn't then POLITELY tell me why and if you can't say anything nice then expect a very profound reply from myself.