Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
The Tri-Wizard Tournament was finally over. Harry had won, although he didn't care about that. All he cared about was he had managed to push Cedric out of the way before he was spotted and the two had grabbed Tom Riddle before grabbing the cup once more. Dumbledore had restrained the man instantly upon arrival and Harry had to slap Dumbledore across the face to get him to listen.
Voldemort was no more.
Harry was just as surprised as Voldemort was when their spells met in midair. The ball of light where the two collided grew brighter and brighter as the spells each had cast recently emerged from their wands, Harry's just as light as Voldemort's were dark. The light met Tom's wand tip and the man dropped like a stone, screaming at the top of his lungs. Pettigrew scurried off somewhere, the other death eaters vanishing as they watched their master succumb to the pain.
Harry watched as Voldemort slowly morphed into a younger man with dark hair and cerulean eyes so vibrant it almost hurt. His skin was still pale, he was slim and had a nose now. High cheekbones almost made him look attractive.
If it hadn't been for all the screaming, he would have been beautiful in that moment.
It only took two failed attempts at casting stunners before Harry realized Tom wasn't able to do magic. Before his infamous luck ran out, Harry called Cedric, the two grabbed Tom and summoned the portkey to go back to Hogwarts.
It was only after Harry had slapped him that Dumbledore realized that Voldemort was no longer a threat. The man was in a ball, sobbing his eyes out at the loss of his magic. Harry stood over him, preventing anyone from casting anything at the man on the ground as Cedric held him down-just in case.
Dumbledore called for the aurors, and Harry made it known he would be incredibly-and quite publicly-displeased should anything happen to Tom Riddle before, during or after his trial. Per Harry's request, or rather per his demands, Tom's trial would happen that weekend so Harry wouldn't miss any school. It gave the ministry only twenty hours to prepare, something that Harry was sure would work in his favour. They were too cowardly to refute Harry's request.
The trial was horribly chaotic. Upon it starting, the minister had not only talked about Tom as nothing more than a stain on the floor, but had also managed to try to sway the rest of the Wizengamot on him being guilty before any of the witnesses or law wizards could say a single word.
It was Harry that ended up speaking out against Fudge's words first.
"That's enough Minister. You are meant to be unbiased, I would appreciate you remaining that way." The following silence could have deafened a troll.
"Right, so...um, ah yes, here we are. How do you plead?"
Tom looked up, his eyes meeting with Harry's for a moment before falling back to the floor. Harry had already told him that if he pleaded guilty then he would ensure his death was as tortuous as possible.
"Not guilty…" The courtroom gasped and Harry was called to the witness stand.
He was the only witness that could come on short notice. How convenient for him.
He told the entire story of the graveyard in excruciating detail and then told of Tom Riddle's past. He and Dumbledore had gone over what Dumbledore knew time and time again before Harry had gone and started in on research of horcruxes and similar soul magic. He hadn't slept since coming back from the graveyard, spending all of his time creating a case for Tom.
He spoke of the abuse, the lack of anyone caring about said abuse and then told his own story of how that was still an ongoing issue. He told them when Tom had killed his father and grandfather, then told them of the soul magic he employed to mangle his soul and fracture his sanity. In the eyes of the law, he was insane when he committed his crimes.
But still, Fudge fought back asking counter question after counter question for clarification, all the while trying his best to derail Harry's arguments.
Harry kept going, determined to get the truth out there. Tom wasn't sane when he committed those crimes, but he had been sane when he killed his father and grandfather. He had been sane when he decided to mangle his soul the first time. Fudge went to interrupt him once more, but Harry held up his hand.
"My goal here is not to prove Tom Riddle's innocence, but to prove that the only crimes he committed while sane were that of his father, his father's father and the making of the first horcrux. Those are the only crimes in which he can legally be tried for." Fudge turned to Tom.
"How do you plead to the murder of Tom Riddle Sr. and his father?"
"Guilty."
"And how do you plead to making a horcrux just after these murders?"
"Guilty." The crowd gasped, amazed that he hadn't tried to refute it. Just the murders were enough for one to be sentenced to the kiss, let alone the horcrux.
"Any closing statements?" Only one of Harry's law wizards moved, leaning into Fudge's side and casting a silencing charm over the two of them before speaking. Fudge nodded and eyed Harry with confusion before continuing. "Since Tom Riddle has pleaded guilty to these crimes, he will be enslaved for the rest of his life. Since you have defiled magic and made the killing curse your main weapon, you will be enslaved to the one wizard that has survived your curse of choice. As of now, you belong-in mind, body, soul and magic should it return-to Harry Potter."
The Wizengamot roared in outrage that the man wouldn't be dying for his crimes, but quieted when they saw Tom jerk and try to attack Harry. He stood and made his way to the man, staying just out of reach of the chains holding him to the chair.
"Stop." Tom immediately slumped and hung his head. There wasn't any magic behind the word, but something about his demeanor told Harry that he had only fought back in a futile attempt to prove to himself it wasn't real. At the command, he had fallen because he realized it was true.
He now belonged to Harry Potter.
Harry still had a month of school left to finish, and told the Aurors to hold him in the Auror office at Azkaban. There was always two guards on duty, so one could check on prisoners and the other one could watch over Tom to make sure that harm didn't come to him.
It only took one veiled threat for the head Auror to get the hint that should anything be wrong with Tom by the time Harry came to get him, or if he so much as caught wind of any abuse, he'd be very unhappy.
He left the ministry and went straight to Gringotts, thankful that they were open twenty four hours. They provided him with a list of his properties as well as all of the assets he had gotten when the ministry declared him the owner of Tom Riddle. It was quite a list to go through, but he managed to settle on an unnamed manor. He asked for it to be reopened and when asked what he wanted to name it, he told them Tempore Pacem for the peaceful waterfalls that dotted the property.
He finally got back to his dorm in the wee hours of the morning, haphazardly threw his clothes off, slammed his curtains shut and fell onto the mattress before passing out for the night.
He managed to study hard for his NEWTs and was fairly confident he passed them all (although history of magic he probably only passed by the seat of his pants). He disembarked from the train, grateful to not have to answer any more of Ron's questions of what he would do with Tom once he got home. He aparated to the ministry, registered his wand and went with the auror to Azkaban to pick up Tom. When he did, the man was dirty and smelled atrocious, but he looked fed and healthy besides the dirt.
He clasped a specially made onyx cuff around Tom's ankle and aparated them to his manor.
Tom stumbled when they arrived, not used to aparating. Harry kept a firm grip on his arm, careful not to hurt him, and dragged him from the entryway to the upper floor. He let go once they got to the master bathroom and Harry started the water in the shower before looking Tom up and down.
"Disrobe and get in the shower." Tom looked up at him, his eyes flashing with anger at being ordered around. It was the first emotion he had shown since he had been sentenced.
"Fuck you," Tom spat. Harry grabbed him by the collar and pulled him forward, glad to see that He had grown to be an inch or two taller than him now.
"Now listen here. Whether you like it or not, the ministry rendered you a slave and gave you to me. Should you wish for me to relinquish my ownership of you, I'd be happy to give you away to someone that will likely kill you." Tom gulped as Harry's magic swirled around the two of them, hammering in the point that Tom didn't have magic to fight back with.
"I am willing to be fair, but you will have rules to follow. The first of which is obeying when I tell you to do something. Now disrobe and get. In. The. Shower." Tom, eyes wide in fear as he realized the severity of the issue, got undressed and tried to keep as much modesty as possible before scurrying into the shower. Harry crossed his arms and had to tell him to wash himself before Tom snapped out of the stupor the hot water had put him in. It had clearly been a long time since he had access to hot water.
That done, Harry summoned a pair of pajamas and gave them to him. He didn't have to tell him to get dressed, the man could hardly get the clothes on fast enough. Harry led him to a small mattress that was on the floor next to the bed and spelled the cuff to a chain that disappeared into the wall. Tom glared at him, which Harry pointedly ignored before showering himself. He came out to find Tom sitting on the small bed, arms wrapped around his knees.
"Now what are you going to make me do?" He practically spat the question. Harry's eyes narrowed.
"As I have said, I am willing to be fair. You follow the rules, you get rewards. You break the rules and you get punished. The rules are simple. You will listen to me when I tell you to do something. You will not, under any circumstances, attempt to leave the building unless I'm with you. That cuff will prevent you from leaving the property in a most painful manner, and it won't be pleasant if it senses you're outside these walls and I'm not near you."
"Is that supposed to be a threat?"
"No, it's a warning. You will find that I'm rather fond of the things I own; however, it is up to you how I treat you. Understand."
"Yes, Master." Quicker than Harry thought possible, he had lifted Tom off the mattress and spanked Tom rather harshly. The man sat there in shock, although Harry wasn't sure if it was the shock of punishment or if it was because said punishment came in the form of a spanking. Harry felt a little twinge of sadness when he saw tears spring to life in Tom's eyes, but he knew it had to be done.
"Don't take that tone with me." He wiped the tears from Tom's cheeks with a conjured cloth. "Are you done talking back?" Tom nodded. "Good, because I dislike punishing people. Are you going to behave for the night?" Tom nodded once more and Harry summoned a large fluffy pillow from the bed and a fluffy blanket from the closet. "Get some sleep. If you need to use the bathroom and I'm not up, then wake me." He turned off the lights and went to sleep faster than he thought he would.