Disclaimer: (in fetal position chanting) 'not mine, not mine, not mine'

WARNING and A/N: The S&M in this chapter is not graphic. This chapter deals with slavery and mentions of child abuse. There are no graphic sexual situations dealing with minors in this story merely cute fluff if that. This chapter is also aflashback. Any further warnings will be posted in later chapters in reference to that chapter. Thank you.

Kraven

Ch:2. Slave Trade

He was in the dark again. The man who called him 'boy' had put him there after beating him with the belt for breaking a dinner plate.

Harry took a shuddering breath; sometimes he wished he was somewhere, anywhere but here with his evil relatives.

And in that moment Harry's wish came true though no one would know it for many years to come. Fire and ice burned threw his veins as his awareness was split in two. Half would become a shadow of humanity, a waif of the world. The other would become a slave, a Prince, and when the two were made whole they would become a God of the Damned.

These two who were separated yet the same split not only body and mind, but world and reality as well. The flow of time seemed to skip a beat and when it resumed again one boy was still locked away in his cupboard under the stairs his eyes closed as he dreamed of a faraway land where his other self began his journey to survival.

A child no older than five with jet black hair emerald eyes; and a peculiar scar on his forehead, opened those jewel like eyes to look out upon a distant palace that seemed to sprawl across two hills and more land besides if you added in the almost monstrous city that surrounded it.

A noise behind the child caused him to spin around and release a startled scream as a heavy black net descended upon him. A creature, tall, and hideous; with horns and rotten teeth, sneered down at the abnormally small boy before knocking him unconscious with a heavy club and dragging the bound body away.

"Hey, wake up kid." A soft voiced called out to him from the darkness he drifted within.

Slowly Harry opened dark green eyes, only to blink and sit up fast enough to startle the girl who had been hovering over him. A girl with short blond hair, large vermilion eyes and . . . pointed ears?

Ophelia was shocked; this wasn't a demon, or any type of creature she had seen before. And those eyes, they were gorgeous, they awoke something in her she thought had died centuries ago.

"Hey kid, calm down. You don't want the guards to come in here do ya?"

The boy, 'he was definitely male, no matter how effeminate he looks.' Thought Ophelia, nodded slowly.

"My name's Ophelia kid, what's yours?" she asked turning slightly to get a better look at the boy in the dim light of their cell.

"Ha . . Harry ma'am."

'ma'am? curios . . .' Ophelia smiled at the boy, "Harry? Do you know where you are? Why you're here?"

"No . . ." he whispered almost too quietly for Ophelia to hear.

"This . . ." she waved her hand at the cell like cage they sat in. "is a holding cell for newly acquired slaves at the Ente Slave Yard in the beloved capital city Kearnt." She said the last rather sarcastically before she continued her explanation. "You my dear Harry are a newly acquired slave." She finished reaching over to tug on something around his neck.

Ophelia put a finger to the side of her mouth in a thoughtful gesture. "But for the life of me I can't place your species . . ."

"Why; I'm human." Ophelia gasped covering her mouth with a delicate hand "Aren't you?"

Ophelia looked closely at Harry, unnerving him slightly. "No Harry." She began slowly, "I'm a Sprite, a Time Sprite to be exact."

Before Harry could respond the door to their cell swung open emitting two heavy set creatures that were definitely not human and closely resembled the one that had given Harry the painful knock on the head. Following them was a third, portly thing, that looked like a toad.

The toad sniffed slightly before speaking in a high squeaky voice. "Items 256A and 219A are to come with me for processing."

Harry looked at Ophelia with a raised eyebrow.

"That's us kid, stick with me and do what I tell you and you'll be all right. 'k?"

Harry nodded and followed Ophelia as they were escorted out of the cell.

From down the corridor that they walked, more doors were being unlocked and soon Ophelia and the young Harry Potter were lost in the throng of inhuman creatures.

"Lords and Ladies of Kearnt, welcome to the 200th annual Solstice Sale at Ente Slave Export! Today we have a number of specials, including a wide selection of Sprites, Elves, Imps, and one unknown creature that was ca . . ."

"Fern, remind me how I got talked into coming here?" asked a hooded figure to a similarly dressed yet shorter person beside him.

"Your Father commanded it Lord Darius." Replied the cloaked Fern, "Something about you refusing to take a bed slave of his choosing."

Darius winced "right."

But as the day went on Darius couldn't find one item on the auctioneers block that he would even consider taking home.

"And now from block A we have a Time Sprite, age unknown, adept in all levels of sorcery, cute in appearance, and possesses enough skill with a sword to make a decent mercenary biding starts at . . ."

Darius looked at the item on sale out of curiosity; Time Sprites were rare after all. As he looked to the blond on the stage something at the rear of the block caught his eye. Straining to look around the guard was a small boy of an unrecognizable heritage with unruly ebony black hair though his face was in shadow, and then the light shifted just right causing Darius to gasp as the boys fey features were illuminated. Full ruby lips, porcelain white skin, and huge Emerald green eyes defined the words innocence and beauty.

Only one word screamed above all the others in the Demon Princes' mind when he first saw that face.

'Mine . . .'

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