Harry Potter & Carbon Copies of You
By The Short Fat Fag
Chapter Seven: Decisions
About a week later Harry had yet to decide on whether to take the assignment offered to him by the Ministry of Magic and his time was running out. He told Ms. Garvey he would have made a decision within a week and that would be tomorrow afternoon.
So as Harry stood there in the play room of the house, with paddle in hand and spanking his manservant, who was hanging upside down from the ceiling, he thought long and hard about what he wanted to do. With each smack to the creamy smooth arse of the boy he loved, Harry wondered if he should take this last job or not.
"Master, is something worrying you? You don't seem like your enjoying this very much."
Harry sighed and removed the bindings on his slave and said, "I'm sorry, your right, I have quite a bit on my mind. Next time I'll be more enthused about this."
The blond slave cooed in his ear, "It's alright master; I shouldn't have asked it of you. I'm sorry."
"Yes, you should have asked it, you like this. It's me who should apologize to you for failing to live up to my past standards."
The man child smiled and wrapped his arms around Harry's head and cradled him for a moment and said, "What makes this job any different from all the others?"
Harry sighed again and began to explain, "When I was eleven years old, I first went to school at Hogwarts and on the way there, I met Ron and we became best friends almost immediately. Then later the Weasley family took me in and gave me love for the first time in my whole life. They became my family and I treasured them so very much."
"Why did you leave then Master?"
"Partly because of Voldemort, partly because I was forced into a role where I felt like I had to be something important to wizarding society because I was their savior, and partly because I wanted to be me for the first time in my life."
"So that's why you left," drawled a voice from the doorway to the playroom. Harry and his slave looked up to see Draco Malfoy standing there.
"Yeah."
"Harry, did you know that everyone thought you had been abducted by Death Eaters or some other dark wizard? Everyone was afraid that you were being tortured to death and no one could find you. Dumbledore and the Weasel looked the hardest for you and from what you've said before; I doubt they ever found you."
"Ron and Hermione looked for me? I didn't mean to worry them, I just needed to get away and so I just did. I needed to be free of the savior role everyone forced me to play. I hated every moment of it," Harry said defeated.
"Master, that explains why you left England, but why are you not wanting to take this job? What's so different about this bounty?"
Harry looked up at Draco and said, "They want me to find Percy Weasley."
The slave was confused, "Who is that?"
Draco answered for Harry, "He's a society licking little bastard sycophant who craves power and prestige. He is also the son of the people who took Harry in. However, after the way the Weasel and Granger have treated you, I don't see why you just don't catch him and rub it in their faces."
Harry said, "Because it would hurt all of the Weasleys and I love them to much to cause them pain."
Draco sighed, paced around the room for a moment and said, "Then go ask them."
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A couple of hours later, after Harry had showered and dressed he was desperately trying to get his slave into some robes as well. "You have to get dressed, you are not leaving this house naked," scowled Harry.
"But Master, I'm won't be in public, just to another house, why do I need to wear these things on my body?" whined the manservant.
"Because Mrs. Weasley would have a stroke if you walked into her kitchen without a stitch of clothing on. Besides you're the one who wanted to come with me and meet them and I told you you'd have to dress to come along."
The young slave scowled as he finally slipped into a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. "The things I do for you master," he muttered under his breath.
"I heard that," Harry said as he conjured up a pair of appropriate socks and shoes for the slave to wear with the denims that were laid on the bed for him to put on.
Draco, who had been sitting in the arm chair in the corner of the room silently, was having a fit of giggles watching the pair. "Was it like this when you were at that school in Australia?"
"Yep," Harry admitted, "every morning it was a fight to get him dressed and then once he was, it was a fight to keep him in them all day long."
The manservant smiled and remembered happily, "I won finally and Master took me to live in a land filled with naked people, where I could go all day long as I pleased."
"You both lived in a nudist colony?" Alberto asked as he entered the room.
Harry nodded his head and the slave went on, "Yes, Alberto, it was brilliant. You would have loved it there. No one wore any clothing except for shoes and the occasional leather harness and collar. I never wanted to leave." Then the slave smiled happily at the memories. "On the beaches, people did as they wished and public displays of sexuality were everywhere. Master took me many times on the cliffs above the beach as we watched the ocean waves coming in and out."
Alberto turned to Draco, "You are so taking me there."
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Later as Harry and his slave arrived at the Burrow, by way of the floo network, they were greeted by Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.
"Harry dear," beamed Mrs. Weasley, "I'm so happy you've come to visit us again." Then she enveloped him in a great big hug.
Harry smiled as Mr. Weasley patted him on the back and said, "Glad to know I'm still welcome."
"Nonsense Harry, you're always welcome, unless of course you've turned into a dark wizard come to kill us in our sleep," Mr. Weasley said with a laughing voice.
"Arthur," his wife admonished him.
Harry laughed and said, "Well that's not the plan for today, maybe tomorrow." They all laughed with him.
"Harry, who's your young friend here," asked Mrs. Weasley.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Harry said, "Mr. and Mrs. Weasley this is my slave, Kerwin Watford. Kerwin, these are the Weasleys."
"Pleased to meet you, Master speaks very highly of you."
Before either of the Weasleys could respond to this announcement, Bill, the eldest of the Weasley's children apparated into the sitting room and called out, "Harry!"
"Bill," Harry replied, "I didn't know you were going to be here too."
Bill smiled and said, "Yeah, we were coming over for dinner tonight when mum fire called and said you'd be joining us and I came on ahead."
"We?"
"My wife, Fleur, and our children, Armand and Henrietta," Bill said.
"Excuse me!" bellowed Mrs. Weasley while her husband stood there with his mouth gaping open. "Did you just say he was your slave?"
Harry sighed and said, "Yes, I bought him at an auction in Magical Manilla several years ago."
"Really Harry?" Bill asked, "They had those in Egypt also, but I never had enough money to buy one."
"BILL! Do be quiet!" Mrs. Weasley bellowed again. "Am I to understand that you own another human being Harry James Potter?" Then she calmed a bit and asked, "Have you become a dark wizard like Ron and Hermione said you have?"
Harry's slave was not about to stand for that, "Master is not a dark wizard, he is good and kind and treats me with respect and takes care of me! Master saved me from the fat ugly man who did bad things to his slaves." Then in a quiet voice he added "Like he did to my dad." Then he turned from the Weasleys and buried his head in Harry's neck.
"Shhh… it's alright now," Harry calmly whispered in his ear and wrapped his arms protectively around the boy's body trying to calm him.
"Mum, Dad, in other countries in the far east its common place for dark wizards to kill parents of small children and then sell those children as slaves at auctions. The ones I was referring to in Egypt and in the Middle East is when wizards who have gone to prison are finally released and then are sold as slaves for the remainder of their lives," explained Bill.
Harry held the boy tightly and told the story, "Mrs. Weasley, the Walford family was sent to the Philippines on a diplomatic mission from Australia and his father was murdered in front of him when he was a little boy. He and his mother went sent into slavery and separated. He was placed in a horrid place where they drugged children with potions that would condition them to be slaves and his mother was sent somewhere else."
The slave spoke up at this point and finished, "They gave her so many potions that she forgot who she was and they sold her like a whore to any man who would have her. Then they took the babies she made and sent them into slavery also. She died when the last one was born."
"Oh you poor dear," she said and took the boy from Harry and hugged him herself. "I'm so sorry about your life, of course, Harry saved you. No one would doubt that in a million years."
The manservant sniffed and said, "You did a minute ago."
"Oh, well… Harry knows better than to listen to me rant like that," she said with a smile. "Now I want you to sit here and I'm going to get you something to eat and you'll be feeling all better by the time the others arrive." Then Mrs. Weasley busied herself getting the boy something to eat.
"Master?" the slave asked.
Harry smiled and said, "It's the way she shows affection."
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To Be Continued … Please Read and Review
By The Short Fat Fag
Chapter Seven: Decisions
About a week later Harry had yet to decide on whether to take the assignment offered to him by the Ministry of Magic and his time was running out. He told Ms. Garvey he would have made a decision within a week and that would be tomorrow afternoon.
So as Harry stood there in the play room of the house, with paddle in hand and spanking his manservant, who was hanging upside down from the ceiling, he thought long and hard about what he wanted to do. With each smack to the creamy smooth arse of the boy he loved, Harry wondered if he should take this last job or not.
"Master, is something worrying you? You don't seem like your enjoying this very much."
Harry sighed and removed the bindings on his slave and said, "I'm sorry, your right, I have quite a bit on my mind. Next time I'll be more enthused about this."
The blond slave cooed in his ear, "It's alright master; I shouldn't have asked it of you. I'm sorry."
"Yes, you should have asked it, you like this. It's me who should apologize to you for failing to live up to my past standards."
The man child smiled and wrapped his arms around Harry's head and cradled him for a moment and said, "What makes this job any different from all the others?"
Harry sighed again and began to explain, "When I was eleven years old, I first went to school at Hogwarts and on the way there, I met Ron and we became best friends almost immediately. Then later the Weasley family took me in and gave me love for the first time in my whole life. They became my family and I treasured them so very much."
"Why did you leave then Master?"
"Partly because of Voldemort, partly because I was forced into a role where I felt like I had to be something important to wizarding society because I was their savior, and partly because I wanted to be me for the first time in my life."
"So that's why you left," drawled a voice from the doorway to the playroom. Harry and his slave looked up to see Draco Malfoy standing there.
"Yeah."
"Harry, did you know that everyone thought you had been abducted by Death Eaters or some other dark wizard? Everyone was afraid that you were being tortured to death and no one could find you. Dumbledore and the Weasel looked the hardest for you and from what you've said before; I doubt they ever found you."
"Ron and Hermione looked for me? I didn't mean to worry them, I just needed to get away and so I just did. I needed to be free of the savior role everyone forced me to play. I hated every moment of it," Harry said defeated.
"Master, that explains why you left England, but why are you not wanting to take this job? What's so different about this bounty?"
Harry looked up at Draco and said, "They want me to find Percy Weasley."
The slave was confused, "Who is that?"
Draco answered for Harry, "He's a society licking little bastard sycophant who craves power and prestige. He is also the son of the people who took Harry in. However, after the way the Weasel and Granger have treated you, I don't see why you just don't catch him and rub it in their faces."
Harry said, "Because it would hurt all of the Weasleys and I love them to much to cause them pain."
Draco sighed, paced around the room for a moment and said, "Then go ask them."
- - - - -
A couple of hours later, after Harry had showered and dressed he was desperately trying to get his slave into some robes as well. "You have to get dressed, you are not leaving this house naked," scowled Harry.
"But Master, I'm won't be in public, just to another house, why do I need to wear these things on my body?" whined the manservant.
"Because Mrs. Weasley would have a stroke if you walked into her kitchen without a stitch of clothing on. Besides you're the one who wanted to come with me and meet them and I told you you'd have to dress to come along."
The young slave scowled as he finally slipped into a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. "The things I do for you master," he muttered under his breath.
"I heard that," Harry said as he conjured up a pair of appropriate socks and shoes for the slave to wear with the denims that were laid on the bed for him to put on.
Draco, who had been sitting in the arm chair in the corner of the room silently, was having a fit of giggles watching the pair. "Was it like this when you were at that school in Australia?"
"Yep," Harry admitted, "every morning it was a fight to get him dressed and then once he was, it was a fight to keep him in them all day long."
The manservant smiled and remembered happily, "I won finally and Master took me to live in a land filled with naked people, where I could go all day long as I pleased."
"You both lived in a nudist colony?" Alberto asked as he entered the room.
Harry nodded his head and the slave went on, "Yes, Alberto, it was brilliant. You would have loved it there. No one wore any clothing except for shoes and the occasional leather harness and collar. I never wanted to leave." Then the slave smiled happily at the memories. "On the beaches, people did as they wished and public displays of sexuality were everywhere. Master took me many times on the cliffs above the beach as we watched the ocean waves coming in and out."
Alberto turned to Draco, "You are so taking me there."
- - - - -
Later as Harry and his slave arrived at the Burrow, by way of the floo network, they were greeted by Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.
"Harry dear," beamed Mrs. Weasley, "I'm so happy you've come to visit us again." Then she enveloped him in a great big hug.
Harry smiled as Mr. Weasley patted him on the back and said, "Glad to know I'm still welcome."
"Nonsense Harry, you're always welcome, unless of course you've turned into a dark wizard come to kill us in our sleep," Mr. Weasley said with a laughing voice.
"Arthur," his wife admonished him.
Harry laughed and said, "Well that's not the plan for today, maybe tomorrow." They all laughed with him.
"Harry, who's your young friend here," asked Mrs. Weasley.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Harry said, "Mr. and Mrs. Weasley this is my slave, Kerwin Watford. Kerwin, these are the Weasleys."
"Pleased to meet you, Master speaks very highly of you."
Before either of the Weasleys could respond to this announcement, Bill, the eldest of the Weasley's children apparated into the sitting room and called out, "Harry!"
"Bill," Harry replied, "I didn't know you were going to be here too."
Bill smiled and said, "Yeah, we were coming over for dinner tonight when mum fire called and said you'd be joining us and I came on ahead."
"We?"
"My wife, Fleur, and our children, Armand and Henrietta," Bill said.
"Excuse me!" bellowed Mrs. Weasley while her husband stood there with his mouth gaping open. "Did you just say he was your slave?"
Harry sighed and said, "Yes, I bought him at an auction in Magical Manilla several years ago."
"Really Harry?" Bill asked, "They had those in Egypt also, but I never had enough money to buy one."
"BILL! Do be quiet!" Mrs. Weasley bellowed again. "Am I to understand that you own another human being Harry James Potter?" Then she calmed a bit and asked, "Have you become a dark wizard like Ron and Hermione said you have?"
Harry's slave was not about to stand for that, "Master is not a dark wizard, he is good and kind and treats me with respect and takes care of me! Master saved me from the fat ugly man who did bad things to his slaves." Then in a quiet voice he added "Like he did to my dad." Then he turned from the Weasleys and buried his head in Harry's neck.
"Shhh… it's alright now," Harry calmly whispered in his ear and wrapped his arms protectively around the boy's body trying to calm him.
"Mum, Dad, in other countries in the far east its common place for dark wizards to kill parents of small children and then sell those children as slaves at auctions. The ones I was referring to in Egypt and in the Middle East is when wizards who have gone to prison are finally released and then are sold as slaves for the remainder of their lives," explained Bill.
Harry held the boy tightly and told the story, "Mrs. Weasley, the Walford family was sent to the Philippines on a diplomatic mission from Australia and his father was murdered in front of him when he was a little boy. He and his mother went sent into slavery and separated. He was placed in a horrid place where they drugged children with potions that would condition them to be slaves and his mother was sent somewhere else."
The slave spoke up at this point and finished, "They gave her so many potions that she forgot who she was and they sold her like a whore to any man who would have her. Then they took the babies she made and sent them into slavery also. She died when the last one was born."
"Oh you poor dear," she said and took the boy from Harry and hugged him herself. "I'm so sorry about your life, of course, Harry saved you. No one would doubt that in a million years."
The manservant sniffed and said, "You did a minute ago."
"Oh, well… Harry knows better than to listen to me rant like that," she said with a smile. "Now I want you to sit here and I'm going to get you something to eat and you'll be feeling all better by the time the others arrive." Then Mrs. Weasley busied herself getting the boy something to eat.
"Master?" the slave asked.
Harry smiled and said, "It's the way she shows affection."
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To Be Continued … Please Read and Review