AN: Okay, not my best work ever, but it could've been worse. Wow, I've been saying that a lot today. So read, and I hope you like it. If you don't do you think you could tell me why? It would help prevent me from writing anymore terrible fics. I personally think that's a pretty good cause.

Draco was rather excited. And nervous. And scared. Why, you may ask. Because he was about to meet Ron's new plaything.

His master had left that morning and had returned around two. Draco had missed his arrival, but some of the other slaves had seen them come in. However, the only information he had managed to drag out of them was that the new slave was male, and in pretty bad shape.

But, Sirius had just come to him and told him that the new 'toy' had been sent to Remus to be taken care of. So at this point he was following Sirius down the servants' hall to the room he and Remus shared, that was also currently housing the new arrival. As they stepped into the room Sirius let out a gasp. However, Draco was not paying attention to his adoptive father, he was more entranced by the boy lying in front of him.

It was true that he was in bad shape. There were bruises and cuts covering his face, and it looked as if he hadn't bathed for weeks. Normally, the Weasleys wouldn't have paid a second glance to a slave in that condition. However, Draco could easily understand why this one had been chosen. Because truth be told, despite the marks marring his face, this boy was gorgeous.

He had the face of an angel, with long dark eyelashes that were fluttering against his sickly pale complexion. His lips were pink and rather chapped, but they formed a pretty seductive pout that went with his face quite well. His body looked malnourished, but after he had been brought back to health, this boy would be the best-looking thing this house had seen in a long time. People said Draco was beautiful, but he had nothing on the new teen.

Draco's attentions were pulled away from observing the new slave when he heard Sirius exclaim "J-James!" This house was never going to be the same.

Harry awoke in a kind of misty fog. He had no idea where he was, or what had happened. The last thing he remembered was being examined by some redhead who looked at him like a lion looks at its prey. But now, he could hear voices conversing somewhere above him.

"James, who's James?" asked a rather young voice.

He heard a sigh come from another voice, which then began to speak.

"James was our friend from our previous owners; the one we've told you about. But, Siri, he can't be James, he's Draco's age." Harry liked this man's voice. It was soft and extremely comforting; though it sounded much more mature than the first voice.

He heard another voice, much gruffer than the previous voice, but still soothing in it's own unique way.

"Well, if he's not James, then do you think, well, that it might be Harry?" The voice carried a lot of hope. Harry paused for a minute to wonder if he actually was the same person that this voice was talking about, but it hurt his head too much, so he just resumed listening to the conversation.

"I don't know if he is, though he does bear a striking resemblance to James. But, listen Sirius; before we go any further into this possibility I need to get Ginny over here. His injuries are rather extensive, and the potions I have aren't going to do enough. Come with me?" The softer voice said.

The gruffer voice replied, "Sure Remmie. Draco, will you watch over our new charge?"

The boy who must've been Draco made a noise of agreement, and Harry heard two pairs of feet walk away. After a couple of moments, Harry decided to try to open his eyes. He was met by a blinding light, and the face of a pure beauty above him. The boy had blond hair that fell to his cheeks, and the most breath-taking blue eyes Harry had ever seen. After a moment Harry asked, "Am I in heaven?"

A look of amusement passed through the face hovering above his.

"What makes you think you're in heaven?" the cherub asked.

"Well, aren't you an angel?" Harry replied.

An odd look crossed his face as he responded.

"No, I'm not an angel. In fact, I'm nowhere near. And you're not in heaven either." He paused and chuckled. "In fact, let me be the first to formally welcome you to hell. My name is Draco, and I'll be your guide."

AN: Let's see where the next chapter will take us. Mwahaha!