This is my first attempt at writing a piece involving slash, nobility, the late 18th century, and Harry Potter so please bare with me as I try to connect the bit and pieces of the story. I will attempt to include all of the characters in the story but that will be little by little. This story will involve some rather strong topics later on in the plot but that version of this story will be posted on Adultfanfiction. You will be able to find the link to that in my profile. This story will mainly revolve around Harry and Draco but it will have other couples. I am about to start college so updates my come along slow for now but they will come. Thanks for taking the time to read this and if you have the time please review. The points fo view for now will mainly be Harry's and later on of the other pilots.

Disclaimer: I do not owe the characters of the show Harry Potter and in no way claim to. These wonderful people belong to J.K. Rowling and the people of Warner Brothers. I am dirt poor so suing me would be an utter waste of your time. Thanks and enjoy!

Prologue: Memories of Yesterday

Life on the crime-filled streets of London was the only the life that I knew since I was but a child. I had been left to my fate by when I was a mere five years of age when my parents had been killed and from then on I had to feign for myself or die to the terrible conditions of the city. I worked in any job that was offered to me in order to earn the food that I ate but as I grew older my work options grew less. I was faced with the choice that I had always feared growing up. If I wanted to continue living the only job that was left for me was at whorehouse. How I had wished that it had been as a bartender or a guard but what the owner wanted was my body for his clients. Since I was child every time he had seen he would always commenting on how captivating my emerald eyes were and that my small body would be appreciated by people that normally would not want me.

I always hid from that man in fear because I had seen how the men and women that belonged to that whorehouse were treated. I remember working one day for the local farmer and a noble was walking buy with one of his female purchases. She had asked in a soft voice if she could have one of the apples that were on display and to his horror the man's reply was a harsh slap to the women's face. He watched as she bit her lip and kept in the tears that threatened to escape from her eyes. He watched as they walked off and he never saw her again. Perhaps that was what he was afraid of, disappearing after all the hard work he had to go through in order to survive in this harsh and unloving world. He didn't want to go be gone and for no one to ever remember him. He wanted to go on and make a name of himself that all would know and never forget.

That had been his biggest dream when he was a child and when he was free. Now as he stared about the darkened and old room all he wished for was for someone to liberate him from the hell that he had entered. He didn't know what had overcame him to even accept that old man's request but he had. Now he had spent that last month within the darkened room in what the man had called his training' with a menacing smile. He felt like he had forgotten how the warmth of the sun felt upon his pale skin or the sweet scent of the flowers blooming. All he knew was that the old man had told him that his training had finished and that he was going to finally be able to leave the room.

He wasn't much relieved to be leaving the room because he was just going to be stepping from one hell to another. He no longer would be at the mercy of the guards that had used his body for weeks in order to prepare him for the clients that would be buying him. He now would be at the mercy of a clients that could do anything they wished to him as long as they had the money for it. Harry had never been more disgusted with the city in which he grew in as now, where he knew that money was more valued than the life of another person.

Perhaps they would be some soul that would take pity upon his miserable life and give him another chance of freedom. That was the question that Harry hoped for the answer for more than anything in the world now. It was the only thing Harry could think of now.

Well there was the prologue to this story and simple to get you guys interested in this story. Well I hope you guys can leave me some reviews and come back for the next part of my story!