I'm so happy that I have been able to finish the third installment to this story seeing that I have been very busy with my college work. I hadn't even really planned to write this for about another week but as I sat in my Honors Freshman Comp. class and realized I had written a 2000 word paper in the matter of an hour that I could easily write the next chapter and put it up. I've also been thinking of what direction I shall be taking the story because some of the elements I wanted to put into may get me in trouble with so I have to do a few adjustments to my original story plan. In consequence to this I have also decided to post this on in order for those that wish to read the original and unedited version of the story can do so there. I will put the link up in my profile as soon I put the story on the site so bare with me for a bit as I organize myself. I would also like to clarify the dates so that everyone knows that it takes place at in the late 1800's around 1880 perhaps were some of the conformities I shall introduce where beginning to appear.

Reviews have been absolutely wonderful! I would have never thought that I would receive such kind reviews from people or that my story would receive, in my opinion, so many. I have seen some stories where only two reviews are present for a 10-chapter story. I want to thank those kind reviewers who are: ri-chan 05 (once again so extra cookies for her!), Janey, unforgivable curse caster, Elektra1o7, Touch of Wind, Nocturnal007, Paddycake Padfoot. I also want to address a review that was left for me from unforgivable curse caster. I am aware that for the times of the 1800's the whorehouse which I am portraying in my story isn't one that would have been the standard back then but I found that the whorehouse I portrayed has a greater impact on the characters and the evolution of the story. Sometimes one learns life's greatest lessons through pain and grief and that was something I wanted to portray with this setting. Plus what fun would it be if Harry was a happy, willing whore? I enjoy the angsty Harry more because it's a little more like his original character from the series. I hope you can understand my reasoning for this now.

Anyway I made you wait long enough so without further delay here is chapter two to my story!

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!

Chapter Two: Unwanted Visitors

Harry had awoken the next morning feeling the effects of having slept on the floor as his back ached greatly. It had not been one the brightest things he had ever come up with but at least it was somewhat an improvement on the idiotic choices he had made lately. He sat up groggily rubbing his eyes softly to rid them of the annoying specks of 'sand' as they called it from his eyes. He glanced around the bright room that had been illuminated by the rays of sun that had streamed in through the open curtains. He slowly got up from the floor and headed towards the window letting out a low moan as he felt the warmth of the suns rays upon his skin. It had been a feeling so foreign to him since he had been locked away in the cellar that feeling it once again was just pure utter bliss.

He remained bathing in the suns warmth, arms wrapped around him, and his mind forgetting for those few simple moments of where he was. He tried to distract himself from noticing that looking beyond that window he could see carriages coming in going with occupants that no doubt where the other slaves that lived at the estate like Harry. He wanted to remain there for all of eternity naively wishing that he did not have a problem in the world but reality was never that accommodating. He was snapped out of his blissful thinking as he felt several harsh knocks on his door and the voice of one of the guards from yesterday. He didn't respond hoping that perhaps the silence would drive the other one away even if for a few moments.

Harry's wish was not fulfilled as the guard instead just opened the door and walked in. It was a dreaded fact that Harry had learned the prior night when he attempted to lock the door before resting. The doors locked but only with a key which the only the guards had for when they were with clients. He felt the heavier man move about the room towards him, heavy steps thumping upon the floor loudly. The steps had stopped but that was not a good thing as Harry felt a blow to his head the knocked his sideways onto the ground.

"Didn't you hear me knock you stupid whore" the man yelled out as he gave Harry a swift kick to his head before hauling him up off the ground.

The guard dragged Harry over to the adjacent bathroom by the tattered and worn shirt he was wearing which was strangling him slightly. Harry tried to pull away from the other's grasp only to find that he was increasing the strangulation and decided against such a course of action. Harry had not bothered to tour the room last night when he had been thrown into it, finding he didn't have the will power to do so. The bathroom had a large window in which the curtains where open like in the bedroom providing the only source of light in the room. Under the window sat what Harry had heard so much about but had actually never been in. There sat one the acclaimed bathtubs that people were talking about that with the turn of a simple fixture it would fill itself. Harry stared at it as the guard let go and plugged the tub before beginning to fill it with water. The guard moved back into the bedroom returning quickly with a bundle in his hand.

"The master likes that all of the slaves be clean for the clients so bath and then put this on" the guard instructed to Harry as he placed the clothes upon the little shelf that was within the walls nook and turned off the water.

The guard said nothing farther to Harry as he turned and exited the room. Harry stared at the pool of water within the tub seeing his reflection in it. He winced at the ghostly figure that stared at him back with dirt that marred his face and made his hair look dull. He began to strip off the smelly clothes he had worn for over a month without washing, casting it aside with hate happy that he did not have to wear it anymore. He slowly climbed into the bathtub and let out a sigh of happiness. The feeling of water against his skin, washing away all the dirt and grim that had clung to him like his humiliation was being washed away. Even when he was free on the streets the only thing he had close to a bath was bathing in the river but this was far better. Harry guessed that at least one thing in this whole ordeal had to be positive. He didn't care that it was because clients like clean whores because it felt wonderful to him. He bathed at a nice and slow pace enjoying the luxury that had been granted to him before leaving the water. He presumed that removing the plug in the tub would make the water go away so he did just that. He watched the water disappear slowly through the hole feeling that his life was somewhat like the disappearing water, slipping away slowly.

He looked at the clothes that the guard that left for him upon the shelf and rather liked the plain selection. It was much more him, not something flashy and trashy that he was accustomed to see the other whores in. He put on the simple button up collared, white shirt and the black cotton slacks that had sat underneath them. He slumped his way back into the bedroom and looked around to see what exactly he could count on. The large bed was near the window across from the door as the center piece of the room which wasn't very surprising. To the left of the bed against the wall sat a vanity carved from oak that had a few things upon it one which he had identified as a hair brush. On the right side of the room sat an armoire in the corner and a red, lounge chair sat against the wall. The room was pretty cozy and inviting which made Harry snort. Well whoever decorated the room definitely had the client in mind, which he considered to be a bad thing.

He made his way to the vanity and picked up the cold brush that sat upon the top. He began to undo the knots that had accumulated in his chair over time and wondered how his hair would look after brushing it for the first time. He finished brushing his ebony hair and returned the mirror to its place before picking up the mirror that sat beside it. He looked into the mirror and frowned slightly as he found that the brush had not caused much of a difference in taming his unruly hair. He placed the mirror back down and decided that his back needed a rest. He went and laid upon the lounge chair enjoying how comfortable it was. He was still unprepared mentally to sit or sleep upon the bed that would soon bring him emotional pain so he decided the lounge chair was the next best thing.

Harry was slowly drifted off to sleep on the chair hoping that he would not slip off in the world of dreams for he knew what awaited him there. As he began to slip way into the land that he dreaded so much a knock prevented him from doing so. Recalling the last incident when there had been a knock Harry hurried to open the door. He opened it to find a smiling face unfamiliar to him. The man brushed past Harry and looked about the room in a pleasing manner before sitting upon a corner of the bed.

"Well close the door and come here," the man told Harry as he unbuttoned his navy jacket and his cuffs.

Harry didn't feel safe complying with the order that the man had just given him especially since he was a complete stranger. Harry glanced into the hall and saw a guard approaching him with a glare that made Harry shiver. He closed the door and faced the man that he now knew was his client. The guard was probably standing outside the door to ensure that the client didn't get to rough with the master's merchandise. Harry stood by the stock still not approaching the man that gazed at him with such a lecherous gaze.

"I told you to come here," the man repeated his voice holding a hint of annoyance now at the distant Harry.

Harry moved slowly from his fixed spot in front of the door and traveled to the lounge chair near the bed. He chose to sit there feeling that it was perhaps a little safer. He looked at the man and saw the raw anger in his eyes which frightened Harry as he recalled what people with those very eyes had done to him. He silently moved to the bed and sat alongside the man but made no contact. Harry looked away from the man and flinched when he felt the other's hand stroke his hair.

"You are very beautiful indeed Raven" the other whispered as he moved loser to Harry legs brushing slightly.

Harry was puzzled at what the other had called him but he guessed that must have been the name the master had assigned to him. He hadn't minded the name as much as the contact with the man. Harry tried to move away slyly so that the man would not notice too much but found that he couldn't because the other had placed an arm around his waist and held him close. He still dared not to look the other man in the face as he felt the man stop stroking his hair and place that hand on the nape of the neck. He was pulled rather roughly by the neck towards the man's face where his lips crushed against the others. He closed his eyes now trying to imagine that he wasn't doing something as vile as kissing the man beside him. He felt a tongue run along his lip but refused to open his mouth. When the other sensed the stubbornness his hand reached up slightly and pulled on Harry's hair to get him to open up. The reaction turned out to be quite the opposite as Harry bit him as hard as he could.

"You little whore!" the man yelled as he pulled away quickly a hand touching his now bleeding lip.

The man rose his hand to strike Harry but Harry was quicker than the blow and dived behind the lounge chair. He wasn't sure if the man was angry or not as he watched him stand with a smirk on his face. Generally a person would be immensely angry for such a action but the man did not show a trace of anger. Harry then froze in fear as he remembered what the master had once said. He had said that the composed ones were usually the most violent and sadistic of the clients. This man seemed calm so Harry grew worried that he was one of them and especially with what he said to Harry next.

"Are you afraid of me Raven?" the husky voice drawled out as he approached the cowering Harry that hid behind the red lounge chair.

Harry dared not to make a sound as his eyes remained on the man before him not wanting him to come any closer. It was still too early for this to happen, he still wasn't prepared to face the agony of being used and beaten by some stranger and then left to wake in a cold, empty bed. Harry's eyes darted for a moment from the other figure to focus on the bleeding lower lip of the man. He knew that he was going to be in an immense amount of trouble when the owner found out that Harry had bitten the client when he had been kissed roughly. The sound of footsteps moving rapidly on the carpet snapped him out of his momentary lapse and was shocked to find the other almost upon him. Harry let out a scream as the man seized him by the hair and pulled him towards him.

Harry fought to get away from the other but his efforts were futile. Even though the other man had seemed fragile and weak he was in fact stronger than Harry had imagined. The man easily overpowered Harry as he dragged him back to the large bed that Harry hated so much. Harry was thrown onto the bed in a rough manner where he landed on his back. He stared up at the man with wide, frightened eyes as he watched him begin to unbutton his shirt. Harry's mind screamed to him to move but Harry was immobilized by his fear. He just laid there staring up at the man that looked at him with lustful and preying eyes. Harry feared the worst to come but was surprised as the man smiled and leaned over him to caress his cheek.

"I must say I want to strike you right now for biting me but I can't bring myself to hit such a beauty" the man whispered to Harry which frightened him more than if he had been hit.

"I'm sorry sir but please don't tell the master," Harry pleaded to the man as he looked up at him slightly taken aback by the look in his eyes.

"You're so much cuter when you beg," the man replied with a smirk as he climbed onto the bed over Harry. "Give me a kiss properly and I won't tell" the other told Harry as he leaned down towards Harry's lips.

Harry wouldn't say in his right mind but his mind had left him long ago. He nodded slowly not believing that he was degrading himself to such a point just so he wouldn't have to face the master's wrath. He watched the man close the gap between them and claim Harry's lips in a rough manner. This very action was what had caused the commotion earlier so Harry had to restrain himself from causing it once again. This time as he felt the same tongue run along his bottom lip he had no choice but to part his lips. He felt the vial organ enter his mouth and rub against the roof of his mouth. It ran against his tongue and teeth also but Harry made no attempt to play along and met the tongue with his own. When he felt a hard grip on his hip he started to move his tongue slowly against the other's. After a few moments the man thankfully had pulled away from his lips but with a smug grin upon his face that enraged Harry. The man removed himself from the bed and headed towards the door.

"Next time don't expect me to be so nice Raven," the man said as he opened the door and gave Harry one last glance. "I'll ravage next time, whether you cooperate or not" were his last words before he parted with a smirk.

The door closed with a soft click and Harry shivered as he sat up slowly. He brought his hand to his lips suddenly as he made a dash to the bathroom. Even though he had been trained to do something a simple as kiss a client, the feeling of the other's tongue down his throat still made Harry retch. Tears found their way down his pale cheeks as he tried to contain his sobs. He turned to the sink to wash away the disgusting taste of retching from his mouth before returning to the room. He pulled the comforter off the bed and a pillow so he could place them on the lounge chair. After what had happened today, Harry now definitely knew that he would never sleep upon the bed. As fatigue began to claim Harry's body and mind something occurred to him. He had never been told the name of the man that had been in his room. Harry shivered at the thought even though he was wrapped in the blanket, thinking how he preferred not to know the man's name because that way there was no connection between them.

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Harry's eyes were wide in shock as he looked at the person had just entered the room. He really hadn't believed the other man when he had vouched to come back but there he was. Harry was speechless as the other smirked closing the door and moving about like this were his own living space. The man shrugged off his jacket and threw it onto Harry's beloved lounge chair. The man then moved to his bed where he just laid there looking at Harry with predatorous (ya I made up the word but you get the point) eyes.

"Didn't expect me back my Raven" the man began with a grin that reminded Harry of serial killers. "I told you I would come back and this time I wouldn't hold back".

Those simple words made Harry's blood run cold as he could only envision what the other was thinking.

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Well there was a rather long chapter three that even surprised me when I finished it. This is the first chapter that runs for so long. I know the bedroom scene seemed like it stopped rather abrupt but that's because I had planned for something else to occur that I cannot post on so if you want to read it contact me so I can send you the unedited version or wait until I put it on I am looking forward to all of your wonderful replies in regard to the story even if it is criticism or to flame me. Have a good night all!