This fic is rated for later chapters. This will not be a fluffy fic. Any scenes containing explicit material will be appropiately labeled.
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Death
By: Sadistic Angel
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"Where is the boy?"
"Just a minute.. BOY!! GET IN HERE!"
6-yr-old Harry Potter ran into the room. Two pairs of critical eyes looked him over. They took in the bruises and the black eye.
"He's damaged."
"Well, have to keep him in line. He's wild."
Grey eyes narrowed, lip curled. "He doesn't look it."
The taller of the two strange men caught the boy by the shoulder.
Blue eyes stared down into wide green ones.
"What's your name boy?" Harry glanced at his uncle. He didn't know if answering this mans' question would be punished. His uncle gave a tight nod, a fact which did not go unnoticed by the two men.
"Harry Potter."
"Potter? Where are your parents?"
"They died. In a car-crash."
"Really."
"Well, Uncle Vernon says that."
"What is the point of this? Do you want him or not?" Vernon broke into the odd little scene, a nervous sweat breaking out on his upper lip.
The two men looked at each other. One nodded. He pulled out a small grey suitcase.
"Here is the advance payment. Your yearly amount will be transferred straight into your Bank Account."
Vernon accepted the case with greedy hands, eyes lighting up as he opened it and viewed the contents.
The blue-eyes man took harry's small hand into his own.
He waited untill he had the child's complete attention before he spoke.
"You belong to us now. Understand?"
The child nodded. Who-knew-what going on behind those emerald eyes.
The man patted him on the head and turned to face Vernon, his companion already heading out the door.
"We'll be back to collect him in four days. You know the terms of our contract. Good day." The man tipped his hat and left.
Vernon closed the door behind him and swung about to jab a meaty finger at Harry.
"Get in the closet. I don't want to see you untill I call, got it?"
Another silent nod, as the small back-haired boy turned and walked away.
He sat in the small, dark closet, listening to his Uncle show his Aunt all the money they now had.
The money they had recieved as payment for him.
And so it began.
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The long and short of it is that Harry's Life has been purchased. By who and for what purpose will be revealed at a later time.
No other chapter in this fic will be as shot as this opening one.
Thank you for reading, any reviews apreciated.
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Death
By: Sadistic Angel
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"Where is the boy?"
"Just a minute.. BOY!! GET IN HERE!"
6-yr-old Harry Potter ran into the room. Two pairs of critical eyes looked him over. They took in the bruises and the black eye.
"He's damaged."
"Well, have to keep him in line. He's wild."
Grey eyes narrowed, lip curled. "He doesn't look it."
The taller of the two strange men caught the boy by the shoulder.
Blue eyes stared down into wide green ones.
"What's your name boy?" Harry glanced at his uncle. He didn't know if answering this mans' question would be punished. His uncle gave a tight nod, a fact which did not go unnoticed by the two men.
"Harry Potter."
"Potter? Where are your parents?"
"They died. In a car-crash."
"Really."
"Well, Uncle Vernon says that."
"What is the point of this? Do you want him or not?" Vernon broke into the odd little scene, a nervous sweat breaking out on his upper lip.
The two men looked at each other. One nodded. He pulled out a small grey suitcase.
"Here is the advance payment. Your yearly amount will be transferred straight into your Bank Account."
Vernon accepted the case with greedy hands, eyes lighting up as he opened it and viewed the contents.
The blue-eyes man took harry's small hand into his own.
He waited untill he had the child's complete attention before he spoke.
"You belong to us now. Understand?"
The child nodded. Who-knew-what going on behind those emerald eyes.
The man patted him on the head and turned to face Vernon, his companion already heading out the door.
"We'll be back to collect him in four days. You know the terms of our contract. Good day." The man tipped his hat and left.
Vernon closed the door behind him and swung about to jab a meaty finger at Harry.
"Get in the closet. I don't want to see you untill I call, got it?"
Another silent nod, as the small back-haired boy turned and walked away.
He sat in the small, dark closet, listening to his Uncle show his Aunt all the money they now had.
The money they had recieved as payment for him.
And so it began.
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The long and short of it is that Harry's Life has been purchased. By who and for what purpose will be revealed at a later time.
No other chapter in this fic will be as shot as this opening one.
Thank you for reading, any reviews apreciated.