Servant, Pet, Slave-I Do It All

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Sorry it took so long to update. I didn't know what to write and I didn't want to write anything. But I think you'll like this chapter. It's the longest I've every written.

I would also like to clear up something. The light group in the woods were being cautious, but not to cautious because they didn't think Death Eaters were that smart. That and they thought they could easily take them out.

There I feel lots better. On with the story.

Chapter 7

The day pasted uneventfully. Harry was dragged around all day by the Snake and he wasn't even allowed to stand up. When Death Eater's pasted he was kicked, spit on, curses shot at him, he almost lost it. But he couldn't. While being dragged around Harry decided that he would get out, he would be free. That meant controlling his anger. Not an easy task but Harry was up to the challenge.

Harry was still cold, though. Not one heating spell cast his way, not that anyone would be so nice. Harry didn't understand why the Snake had oh so generously branded his back and make him freeze to death in the castle. He didn't even have a shirt on and it's about 60 degrees! But thank goodness he had his pants and sneaker's still otherwise things would get ugly.

Voldemort glanced back at Harry for the first time since this morning. "Harry do keep up. You're getting slower and slower. I thought you'd want to impress me." Voldemort stopped. Harry looked up at him for a second then turned his gaze down. He sighed. The last stop of the day--Great Hall, death eater meeting. Voldemort entered, Harry reluctantly following behind like an obedient dog. Harry glanced around the Hall. There were even more Death Eaters than before. He saw all the new death eaters and he was surprised when he felt pity. Some of them probably didn't want to be Death Eaters but were forced to.

Voldemort was in front of the Hall now and sat in Dumbledore's chair. Voldemort yanked Harry around so he was also facing everyone. Harry was glad because then no one would he the hideous brand. He then was chained to the floor. Harry looked down at the chain and then throw a vicious glare at Voldemort, who just smirked.

Voldemort sent a curse out, to a random follower, to begin the meeting. He stood up and said "Lucius." Mr. Malfoy stepped out of ranks. "Lucius what news do you have on the rebels?"

"M'lord. We have found and killed twenty rebels hiding out in basements of Hogsmead and ten found around the Ministry building. Though we found two that might be of some use to us." Lucius turned and barked. "Crabbe-Goyle-Nott, bring them out."

Harry was horrified thirty rebels had been killed. He hoped that his friends hadn't been any one of them. Before the battle he had talked to all his adopted family...

Everyone was gathered around Harry in a semicircle, Hermione, Ron, Sirus, Remus, Neville, and the rest of the Weasley's. They didn't know what the meeting was about and they were getting anxious. They talked in whispers, waiting. Harry finally stood up, ringing his hands and running his hands through his hair said, "Um...Thank you for coming. I can't lie so I'll get strait to the truth. As you know the war is on the rise and we all feel real vulnerable with Dumbledore's death and Snape's betrayal, but I think we can win this war. It will be difficult yes, I am confident in all of us that we will pull out victorious. We can not just let Voldemort win," Everyone flinched. Harry stopped and sighed. This was going to be harder than he thought it would be. "Voldemort is just a name. It will not hurt or kill you if you said it."

Remus walked over to Harry and stood next to him. "I agree with Harry. We should say his name with confidence."

Then Hermione stood " Dumbledore always said, 'fear of a name only increases the fear of the thing itself.' I'll say it. V-V-Voldemort. There Voldemort." That started a wave of excitement. Everyone was saying Voldemort with more confidence then the rest of the light side. But this was not what Harry wanted to tell everyone.

"Ok OK. Enough. This wasn't why I wanted to tell you all." The group sat down in there respectable seats and stared at Harry again. "Again this isn't easy for me to say." He took at deep breath. "You know I love you all and I have looked up to you in some way. I wanted to let you know that before the final battle. If Voldemort and I come into contact it will be the fight to the death. I don't want to die but the prophecy, the way I interpreted it, said something completely different. I can't know the extent until we fight and I guess what I'm saying is that--" Harry took a breather to stop himself from crying. He looked at the Weasley's, "Mr. and Mrs. Weasley I want you to have half of what ever is in my vault. Remus and Sirius take the rest of the money. Hermione have my invisibility cloak and Ron I would like you to take my Firebolt." There was suddenly an uproar of talking. Everyone wanted to know why Harry was talking to them like it was his last day on earth.

Harry quieted them down again. "I just want to know all my possession have gone to good use when or if I die." Not a single person had a dry eye in the entire room...

Harry snapped back to the present. He just wanted to know if his friends were alive. Harry had hope though, they were smart and clever. Suddenly there was shouts that rang through the entire hall. Three men came in holding two struggling men. Harry leaned back to get a better view. These rebels looked familiar and then he saw it, the famous Weasley red. The two Weasley's were throw to the ground. They weren't tied, which Harry was grateful--it was so humiliating. Harry attempted to run and help the twins up but remembered the chain. Harry looked down, he didn't want the twins to see him this way, as a pet.

The twins regained their footing and glanced fearfully around the room. Then both pairs of eyes landed on Harry. They had a quizzeled look and said in unison, "Harry?"

Before Harry could answer or even look up Voldemort answered for him. "Yes, this is Harry Potter, he is mine. But Harry doesn't go by that name anymore. Do you pet?" Voldemort smirked, Harry saw out of the corner of his eye. Anger boiled in Harry as he said over and over again 'be calm be clam.' He squeezed his eyes shut hoping his was a dream.

"Harry can never-"
"Be yours."

"He isn't an animal-"

"He's a human being-"

"More so than you are-"

Then they both said in unison- "Voldemort." Harry smirked. Hermione taught them well. Harry finally looked up through his black hair, which had slowly grown longer. Voldemort face was priceless, pure shock to his system. No one called the Snake, Voldmort to his face. Except Harry of course. All the Death Eaters flinched away afraid of a stray curse that might come their way.

Voldemort recovered and shot curse after curse at the twins. They fell to their knees and screamed. He continued for awhile, while Harry tried to help. Voldemort didn't look like he would quit anytime soon, and Harry really wanted to help the twins and said the word that his swore to himself never to say to the man that wasn't a man.

Harry took a deep breath and half screamed "MASTER, PLEASE STOP!" He shocked himself. He said it, and everyone was silent. Not a single sound. Voldemort canceled the curses and whirred around to face Harry.

"What'd you say?"

"Nothing."

"No, if you said what I think you said, I think there will be an intention tonight." The Snake said the latter part to the entire group of Death Eaters. "He has addressed me as his master and will always carry the signature mark of his master. But since he is special he will not get one, but two marks. This will be a sign of my property."

The twins struggled to stand and get there two bits in. Even though they hurt they would do anything to help Harry. "He is not one of your Death Eaters and never will be."

"He also isn't your property."

Voldemort grabbed Harry by the collar and the chain released it's hold. Figures. He smirked at the twins. "Oh? Isn't he?" Harry was drug down near the twins. The Snake snapped his long spider fingers and four men stepped up and held the twins in place. Harry was thrown to the ground and two more Death Eaters pinned him down. Harry realised his back was showing for all the world to see. Harry struggled and he heard an intake of breath. "See. MY property." In an instant Voldemort whipped out his wand and muttered his signature spell. (A/N Not the Killing Curse!) Pain ripped through Harry's left bicep. He groaned. The snake man moved his wand and placed the other tattoo on his right bicep. Now Harry screamed. Voldemort motioned the two men holding Harry to leave and rechained him to the ground.

"Lucius." Lucius stepped forward again, head bowed. "I agree. I like these two. They will be entertainment for parties and such." The twins were both shocked and relieved. "Put them in the dungeons. See if you can get any information out of them, but don't kill them."

"Thank you. M'lord." Lucius and the four men left with the twins toward the dungeons.

Voldemort stepped back to address the whole crowd. "Rememeber this night as former Harry Potter, supposed Saviour of the Wizarding world, has joined ranks with me. Now get out."

When everyone was gone Voldemort walked back over to Harry, who was still lying in the same spot. He looked Harry up and down. "You know, pet, those tattoos make you look more appealing...among other things." Harry shot his head up and glared. He felt dirty. His enemy was not suppose to think him...appealing among other things. Yuck. "I have something up in our chambers that I want to show you." The chain leapt into Voldemort's awaiting hands. "Come." And dragged Harry through the halls to their chambers.

Draco slowly awoke. There was a faint glow of light shining in his face. He closed his eyes quickly. Where was he again? He was patrolling and he saw the sunset and...nothing. Draco voiced his thoughts. "Where am I?" But no sound came out. Off to his left he heard soft whispers. He turned his head and moved his body. Or at least tried to move his body. He found himself tied to a tree in the middle of the woods --with nothing but a name and your word is the one I need and watch you sail away in my ship?(1)--and didn't know how he got here-wait! I saw someone in the trees and followed them to a clearing and found a group of rebels that I happen to know and I was going to capture them and what? I got knocked out? No Malfoys don't get knocked out, they well I don't know what but they don't get knocked out.

"Look I think Malfoy's up. Do you think we should question him, yet?"

"No, not yet. Wait 'til he calms down, first." Draco heard them whisper and struggled some more. This wasn't suppose to happen to him. Now he was going to die and never fulfill his promise to himself. Draco snorted angrily. Though no one heard it. He wanted to get their attention or find a way out. He tugged at the ropes that held him to the tree, nothing. He sighed. The blonde glanced back at the rebels who started toward him.

They gathered in front of him and Granger was the one to step forward and say "Alright Malfoy this can be hard or it can be easy. Nod for easy shake your head for hard." Draco rolled his eyes. That was a stupid thing to ask. But he didn't want the hard way so he nodded. "Ok then. Sirius take the silencing spell off him." She looked at me again. "Don't scream. We can kill you just as easily." The blondes eyebrows shot up under his hair (like in the 3rd movie hair). Sirius took the spell off him and stepped forward, keeping his wand pointing under his chin. "Malfoy what is happening?"

"Wouldn't you like to know." Draco's smart ass self was coming into the light. Instead of a spell shot his way there was a swift punch to the stomach. "oomph. What was that for?" Draco wheezed.

Sirius answered by grabbing Draco's chin and shoved his face an inch from Draco's. "You will cooperate. You might not like it but you will answer our questions truthfully. Or I will make sure you die a slow painful death."

"Fine. Besides I think I know one question you will ask and I might just answer it if you let me go."

"Oh and what question is that?" Neville questioned.

"You'll know when you ask it."

"Okay whatever. Just answer our first question."
The only reason he agree so readily was because he kind of wanted to tell someone, a rebel, what was happening. He didn't want to be on the dark side anymore. There was to much pain and humiliation on both sides. And though he might not want to admit it but Draco needed help with his promise to help Potter and this was a way to get it. "Fine what happened after the war right?" A collected group of nods. Draco continued, "The Dark Lord took over Hogwarts and soon after the Ministry of Magic. An easy task only because Dumbledore is gone and the Minster was a coward. So everything in England is the Dark Lords."

"What happened to the people on the light side?"

"You really want to know? Okay it's your funeral. Every rebel found is killed on the spot. No warning, nothing. There is at least twenty killed after the final battle."

There was silence. Nothing moved, nothing sounded. Neville looked up to the sky and took a deep breath. "You know, I think I know what Malfoy is trying to get at with the question. The question is what happened to Harry? Right Malfoy?"

Draco smirked. He didn't think Longbottom would have been the one to guess it. "Right, Longbottom. Now would you kindly untie me?"

"How do we know that you won't lie and then run and tell all your Death Eater friends where we are?" Remus suddenly entered the conversation.

"You don't. You will have to settle for my word." Draco could see all of them were looking back and forth to each other, none sure what to do. Sirius took control.

"Alright Malfoy. We'll untie you, but we will hold you until you tell us. Then we'll let you go."

"Fine." They untied Draco and Remus and Neville held him. "Your Saviour is alive. Not in the best way either." Everyone had quizzled looks, so he explained. "He's the Dark Lord's..." He struggled with the word. "...pet. Okay? I won't kill you and I won't tell the others about you. Can I have my wand back?" Draco just realised that he didn't have his wand.

"Why?" Hermione said.

"Why what?"

"Why won't you tell the others about us?"

"Because. I have finally figured out I don't want to be on this side. I don't like it and I saw what the Dark Lord has done to Harr-Potter. I don't want anyone to end up like him, it's too depressing. I also wanted to ask--" The blonde stopped. He had never asked anyone for help before. "I wanted to ask if you would help me rescue Potter." Everyone was shocked and Remus' and Neville's grasp loosened. Draco pushed them back and walked up to Hermione like his normal self. "My wand." She fished out his wand without a word and passed it to him.

Draco left the clearing without turning back the last thing he heard was- "We'll help."

(1) Where is this phrase said? That and I just couldn't help writing it in there.

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Thanks for the suggestion wolfwhispers. I kept the twins.