Disclaimer: I own naught.
Warnings: Slavery. Non-con. Angry!Harry. Violation. Abuse. Torture. Cannibalism.
Pairings: HP/lm/ss. VK/HG.
Rainbow Row
By: Replacement for the Stars
Chapter Eleven:
Curved
(O.o)
Harry relaxed easily back into the chair on the opposite side of Fudge's desk, hearing the man speak but ignoring everything the Minister said. He watched as Fudge nervously patted his forehead with his handkerchief, as Fudge smoothed the front of his robes with twitching hands, as Fudge kept glancing behind him and then at the door to Harry's right. Harry's detection charms had told him that they were the only two in the room, but by Fudge's actions, it was almost as if someone was hiding behind something that even Harry's spells could not find. Harry only frowned and dangled his right hand off the chair, almost surprised when a soft cheek did not suddenly present itself, and he looked down, remembering too late that he had left Malfoy and Snape outside the office, a suspicion burgling his mind until he could do nothing other than think of it.
"You will step down within the next month, citing claims of health problems. I will personally make sure that there will be no problems with this. After you step down, there will be mild hysteria in the Wizarding world, and this will be dealt with an election for another Minister of Magic. I will also personally make sure that each and every one of these potential Ministers will be eradicated before the election, and when the Wizarding world is on the verge of collapse, I will step forward. You will tell no one of this, and I have already placed a Muting Curse on you if this conversation even comes to mind.
"Before you begin the process of resigning, you will slowly start appearing in the executive ward of St. Mungo's. You will make these appointments yourself, and with Healer Fleece. She will examine you in a special room and she will tell you that you have Wizard Flu. You will explain that it is impossible for you to have the flu because you were vaccinated against it when you were a child. She will then tell you it is a new strand and she will give you a case of potions. You will take one of these potions a day. You will tell me when you have each appointment with her, and then you will report to me after each appointment. In three weeks, you will off-handedly ask your assistant what the procedure is for resigning as Minister. She will fret but explain, and two days later, she will give you the documents to fill out to resign. You will officially resign four days after you receive the papers, and you will announce your resignation the day after you fill out the documents. I will obviously have to explain it to you again, but am I clear for now?"
Fudge gulped audibly and looked down at his lap. After a few moments, he nodded and looked up at Harry. "I understand, Master Potter," Fudge whispered, and without further ado, Harry looked one last time at the space behind Fudge and then swept out of the Minister's office.
He closed the door behind him and pressed his hand to the wood, feeling Fudge's wards pulse against his hand. Slowly, he dissected them, seeing the Hidden Ward within only moments. Without pause, Harry plucked the chosen ward out of the nest and swallowed it, feeling his magic bloat and then settle contentedly.
He turned and looked down to see Snape's white face turned up to him, eyes blinking too quickly and his lips moving slightly; Malfoy was standing behind his pet, arms crossed over his chest and his remaining eye glaring pits of hatred at Harry. So his suspicions had been correct; Harry leered at Malfoy and then turned to peer at Snape. Snape leaned closer to him and stretched out a twisted hand, as if begging Harry to hold him, and Harry nodded, knowing that he would wait for Malfoy to burn before he put his new plan into action.
(O.o)
"You are allowed to explore Hogwarts on your own again, Malfoy," Harry announced suddenly to the Great Hall, and Malfoy's grey eye brightened before he turned back to Harry and jerkily bowed. "Be back in one hour. I have someone I want you to see." Malfoy nodded and strode off, carefully walking in the middle of the arch that led to the rest of the school, his depth perception still wonky. Harry looked at Snape's comfortable form slumped at his feet and wondered if Snape had any inkling of what Malfoy had done. He hoped it was unlikely that his little pet would even attempt to deceive him, but he couldn't be sure. He would grill the man later.
Bill Weasley, Hermione and Remus Lupin stepped out of the shadows and all inclined their heads to Harry before speaking. Harry watched curiously as the two men carefully kept their eyes off Snape's nude and subservient form; were they pleased or disgusted by what Harry had his slave doing? "Your report?" he drawled, and Snape sat up, suddenly awake at the unfamiliar presences. He curled around Harry's leg and squeezed his eyes shut when Lupin spoke.
"The disloyal recruits have been found and are waiting in the area of the dungeons you specified," Lupin explained. "So far, we have found multiple poisons and two instances of clearly written-out plans for your assassination." Snape's eyes jerked open and he peered fearfully up at Harry, as if he would die right in front of him.
Harry nodded and lifted one thin finger; a carefully crafted Silencing Ward sprung up around them and Harry looked at the three in front of him, automatically dismissing Hermione from his thoughts. "Which one of you can blend in most with the shadows? I have someone I need…followed."
Bill and Lupin glanced at one another and both of them shrugged. "Dunno," Bill drawled, and Harry carefully examined the man's handsome face. "I worked with the goblins, so I theoretically could be very…sneaky, I guess."
Lupin looked unconcerned when Harry turned his gaze to his last link to his parents. "Presumably, me, with my…werewolf abilities." Harry's face ripped apart in a cruel sneer as the man admitted to his 'disease'; Lupin was so ashamed of something he should see as a gift. Harry turned his attention to Hermione, who was determinedly looking at anything but Snape, as if she was ashamed to see her prior Professor in the nude.
"Hermione, tell me what you think," Harry drawled, twisting his fingers in Snape's hair and jerking the man closer, ignoring the sound of skin rasping against stone.
"Lupin," Hermione replied immediately, not meeting Harry's gaze. "I suppose you want someone following Malfoy, as he isn't here. May I ask why?"
Harry only smiled.
(O.o)
Harry allowed Snape to rest his greasy head on Harry's hip as he laid back under the warm summer sky, feeling the sun beat down on his skin. Malfoy had kindly asked permission to go swimming in the lake, and after Harry absently pinched his own thigh to see Snape flinch and then mouth kisses against the place and Malfoy's blank reaction, he had smirked and acquiesced. Harry had removed all of his clothes other than his underwear, and Snape's eyes had gone wider and wider with every piece of fabric removed, and the sallow man had licked his lips and then only stared, as if it was an honor to simply see Harry.
"Good pet," Harry murmured, and Snape flushed and twitched in pleasure, but standing at the edge of the lake, Malfoy didn't even flinch. Had he thought he could get away with it? Had they truly thought he wouldn't realize? Silly wizards, thinking so small of him that he wouldn't notice something as obvious as this. Harry looked down at Snape and met the black eyes locked faithfully on his face. "Pet, what do you think about Malfoy? I know he is not kind to you."
Snape's mouth opened but shut immediately, the automatic reaction cut off by the last spell Voldemort had ever cast. Snape turned his head and looked up at the sky, shrugging his shoulders as if he couldn't care.
"Is there something you would wish to tell me, pet? Does he hurt you? Does he…touch you?" Unholy cruelty flushed Harry's system clean and he had to stop himself from strangling Malfoy at Snape's cautious, terrified nod. "He touches you? When I am not there?" Snape nodded again and Harry slowly stood up, pulling Snape up next to him. "Show me where, pet."
Snape froze but turned his head to look timidly at Harry, gaunt face open and scared. Slowly, the man motioned to his chest and his shoulders, briefly touching the jewels embedded above his collarbones and then down his ruined and burnt forearms, to his hands and then down his torso and lingering over his groin. Snape turned his head away and Harry could so clearly see what he was thinking; it was painful to see the agony, even on someone he hated.
"I am not mad at you, pet." Snape slumped in relief and leant his cheek against Harry's shoulder. "Does he touch you when I am not around?" Snape nodded and one disfigured hand crept closer to Harry's thigh. "Does he touch you when I am around?" Snape paused but slowly nodded, and Harry allowed him to cradle his thigh in destroyed fingers, his misshapen palm pressed haphazardly against Harry's inner thigh. "Have you…said no?" Snape nodded again. "And he does it anyway?" Snape swallowed and didn't move, enough of an answer for Harry. "Good pet. I will reward you later, in front of Legion."
Snape flushed vibrantly but nervously shuffled closer until his side was pressed to Harry's, chin hooked over Harry's shoulder and his cheek only a breath away from Harry's face. Snape hummed in pleasure and cautiously closed his eyes, breathing in time with his Master and seeing visions of how he would be able to please Harry in front of others, so people could see just how good of a slave he really was.