Righto, I've taken a minor break from my fluff-fic (information for innocence) because I had an urge to return to this one... I don't know if that's good or bad lol.
Well, you'll be glad to know that this story is getting a storyline instead of just Lucius...erm... bullying Harry.
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If you're a fluffy kind of person (not literally, that would be weird, unless your BeebeeThurlow) then this story is not for you!!
Others, enjoy ^_^
If I cut you down to a thing I can use, I fear there'll be nothing good left of you.
Evanescence - Lose Control
Harry tried to move to get into a more comfortable position, but it was hard seeing as he was kneeling on the stone floor with his hands in chains behind his back which were connected to his ankles.
The jangle of the chains seemed to grab Lucius' attention.
"Stop fidgeting, Harry," he said, lifting Harry's head up by the chin which caused Harry to gasp at the pain. He had a leather collar on and the leash that was connected to it was tied round his cock.
"I'll take some of the chains off when we leave," the man cooed. "I'm just waiting for my... friends to arrive."
Harry swallowed as he stared into the sparkling, silver eyes.
"Please," he croaked. "Don't –"
He received a sharp, back-handed slap around the cheek and a tug on the leash for his rudeness.
"I did not give you reason to speak," Lucius hissed.
Harry's eyes had welled up with tears and, uncontrollably, one of them trickled down his face, running across the burning side of his cheek.
Suddenly the room was filing up with Death Eaters. Were they still called that with Voldemort gone? Harry didn't know anymore.
"Today we take back what is ours, friends!" bellowed Lucius. "The right to a world without Muggles!"
There was a cheer from the crowd and Harry bowed his head. How could Lucius destroy the only place of safety that was left for him? Then again, how could Lucius do any of the terrible things he'd done?
"No longer will there be Mudbloods roaming our streets or mixing with our children! We will have power in the most influential of places!"
Harry's body shook as he thought of Hermione.
"I shall meet you all in Hogsmeade!" Lucius called, and one by one they disappeared.
Harry closed his eyes as he heard Lucius kneel in front of him. He jumped when he felt the man's harsh hand clamp round his jaw and his eyes snapped open.
"As pretty as you look in those chains, I need you to be able to walk, so..." In a wave of Lucius' wand, Harry found he could move his hands and legs again and his penis was free from the torturous leash.
"Th-thank y-you," mumbled Harry, bowing his head and kissing Lucius' robe.
It was expected of him.
"If I see you running off to try and escape me again, I will not hesitate to destroy anyone who crosses my path," Lucius snarled pushing Harry's head away. "We go to Hogwarts, not with the intention to kill, but the intention to teach. Now get up."
He grabbed hold of Harry's lead and pulled him up.
Harry didn't ask for the decency of clothes – that would get him nowhere.
"Hold on tight," whispered Lucius yanking the leash, so Harry in turn was tugged towards him too.
Harry, although hating himself for doing it, held onto Lucius for dear life. He hadn't apparated in months and, still with an empty stomach, felt extremely sick.
Finally their feet touched solid ground and Harry opened his eyes slowly. He was looking at the innocent little village of Hogsmeade where he, Ron and Hermione had come so many times. Harry turned his gaze towards the castle that towered over the surrounding countryside and felt a lump in his throat. His home, his school, the place where he'd first been accepted, was about to be turned into some sort of sick, anti-Muggle school where they would, undoubtedly, be taught methods of torture suitable for Mudbloods and Muggles alike.
In the deserted roads of Hogsmeade, the Death Eaters had arrived.
"Feeling a bit chilly, boy?" wheezed one of the Death Eaters in Harry's face. Harry recoiled from the putrid breath and wrapped his arms around himself protectively. "You're getting goose-bumps all over you pretty little body –"
"Enough, Dolohov!" shrieked Lucius, and Harry heard a loud bang and saw the man being sent flying. He then felt Lucius strong arm wrap around his waist possessively.
"On we go, then," ordered Lucius and, with Lucius and Harry leading, the Death Eaters marched towards the naive school, still ablaze with candlelight in the setting sun.
Harry didn't want to move; he should stop and try his hardest to prevent these wicked men from entering such a sanctuary, but what could he do? Lucius had taken his wand, he hadn't eaten anything for days so he had no strength and he was outnumbered at least twenty to one.
But still, some of his Gryffindor spirit lived, and he thought of everyone who had suffered for him.
He wouldn't make his escape yet, but he would definitely make an escape later.
Though one question burned in his mind, ever since Lucius had mentioned they were going to Hogwarts.
"L-Lucius?" whispered Harry.
"What is it?" he hissed.
"I-I just wan-wanted to know h-how we're going to g-get through the w-wards?"
The man chuckled.
"What a good question."
Even though Harry hated the man whose arm was around his waist, Harry still felt strangely happy when he received praise from him and felt like he should wag his tail.
"It's really very simple," Lucius continued, and his hold on Harry's waist grew tighter, his fingers digging in to Harry's flesh. "You."
Harry looked up at the tall, powerful wizard. "What?" he croaked.
"You are going to run up to the gates and ask for admittance into the school, saying that you have just escaped me and need protection."
"No." He stopped moving and Lucius stumbled slightly. He may not be able to do anything to stop these men entering, but he was not about to help them. "I won't."
Lucius glared at Harry and grabbed the dangling leash from his collar, putting strain round Harry's throat.
"Fortunately for you, we don't need your consent. Just a strand of your hair."
And at once, Harry knew what they intended to do. It was never supposed to be him that ran up to the gate, just his form.
"No!" he shouted and pulled away from Lucius sharply, the lead sliding from between the man's fingers.
He then felt burly arms wrapping under his armpits, pulling him towards a strong chest.
Harry struggled to try and break free from this hold, but was incapable.
He looked up at Lucius who was walking towards him slowly. When the man was centimetres from Harry, he ran his hand, almost lovingly through Harry's unruly locks and tugged. Harry let out a yelp of pain as he felt several hairs part contact with his scalp.
"The potion, if you please, Severus," Lucius said, his eyes never leaving Harry.
Harry stopped moving and looked at the cloaked figure that was pulling a bottle of, what looked like, brown mud, but Harry knew better: Polyjuice Potion.
"Traitor," Harry growled at Snape. "TRAITOR!"
"Silence!" Lucius hissed. He slapped Harry around the same cheek again and lifted the leash high above his head, dangling Harry off the ground as though he were a puppet.
Harry clawed at the collar that was slowly asphyxiating him.
"I haven't got the time for you, now," Lucius said with a sneer. "Someone hold him while I prepare the potion."
Harry dropped to the ground when Lucius let go and stared helplessly up at Hogwarts.
What could he do now?
