A/N Heya! Hope you like it so far! Thanks to reviewer:

DanuMarie: Ahh thank you so much for starting to read ANOTHER one of my fics!! I hope it lives up to expectations, and don't worry, I haven't forgotten about the other fic I'm writing!

The Slave and the Master

He sat down on his sofa after a long day at work and picked up the copy of the Daily Prophet that was still laying on the table from that morning. Of course, the Prophet was fairly useless these days, as it was completely biased. Reporters would have been blackmailed or even tortured to put the 'correct' information into the articles. So basically the world read what the Ministry wanted them to read. However, if he was being honest with himself, Draco didn't know why he even bothered to read it; he got the truth and the lies directly from the Minister of Magic: his father.

Oh, his father had done a fine job of screwing up the entire country - and with rather little help. Draco just didn't know how he did it sometimes. Six months ago, he and his parents were sitting in the corner of the Great Hall, not knowing whether to celebrate or run, and withing a few days, Draco's father had gathered up the left over Death Eaters, rebelled, and won. Of course, if Draco's aunt, Bellatrix, hadn't been killed, it would have been a completely different story. Draco knew that she would have instantly killed Potter from rage after the Dark Lord had been vanquished, and then gone on to take over the country. However, Harry Potter was still alive and living with his precious Weasels somewhere.

But then, Draco looked down at the paper again and re-read the smaller headline at the bottom of the page, below the main one.

His brow furrowed as he read it and it registered in his brain. Harry Potter - kidnapped. If you could call it kidnap at eightteen years of age. Draco smirked inside of himself. He knew that deep down he was secretly grateful to the Golden Boy who had saved his life during the final battle at Hogwarts, and saved his entire family from the torture of the Dark Lord... But it was rather funny to think that after all he'd been through in his life, he managed to get 'kidnapped' now.

The smirk sat on his face when he heard great knocks on his front door and he stood up to answer it. And when he saw that his father was standing waiting to come in, it grew even bigger.

"I've just read the paper," Draco said, letting his father into his house.

"Only just?" His father replied, taking off his travelling cloak, "And you didn't hear about it at work?"

"No, but I wished I had - It's the funniest thing that's happened all day!" Draco said, leading the way into the living room.

Lucius' face darkened at Draco's words, "Not a good day?"

"No - work was fine..." He said hastily, seeing his father's angry look. "I've just been..." He trailed off; he didn't know what was wrong really.

Lucius paused and looked at him before a grim smile spread over his face. "Lonely?" He asked, as though it was a comical thing for Draco to be lonely. Draco didn't answer, owing to the fact that he was sure lonliness had nothing to do with it. "After all," His father said quietly, "Living in this mansion sized house all alone, you must get bored."

"Yes, bored, father, but not lonely," Draco said quickly.

"Well, the matter has been rectified," Lucius said, suddenly becoming rather buisness-like.

Draco looked at him, "I'm afraid I don't understand, father."

"No, well you always were rather slow," Lucius snapped. "Your mother and I have decided to give you a little gift, Draco, for working so very hard in these past six months."

Draco hid his smile. Working 'hard' was hardly what he had been doing. Sitting in an office, however, listening to people babble on about things he didn't care about was what he had been doing.

"A gift?" He asked.

"Yes, something also to relieve you of your boredom here," Lucius said. Draco looked at him, waiting. "A slave, Draco."

"A slave?" Draco repeated incredulously.

"Yes, we thought that a slave would put to good use an Undesireable," Lucius smiled evilly.

"An undesirable?" Draco said, and then he looked down at the mornings Daily Prophet. "Potter?"

His fathers smile became more defined and even more evil.

"You took him?!" Draco exclaimed. "You - You kidnapped him! When?"

"In the middle of the night," Lucius replied smuggly. "Your mother and I thought who better to be a slave for our son than Harry Potter. The boy who always did one better than you in school, and 'saved the world' from our Dark Lord. And now, boy, you can pay him back for everything he's ever done to our family; you can treat him as what he is - nothing more than a slave to those who are better than him."

Draco stared, open-mouthed, at his father. He couldn't really believe his ears. Where was Potter now? He had probably escaped already; Draco had to admit that Potter had skills beyond his own - he could probably do magic without a wand.

"Father, it's a wonderful gift but... but surely Potter can just escape from me as easily..." But Lucius interrupted by putting up his hand to silence him.

"I'm not stupid, Draco," He said, "I can do magic. Powerful magic." He smirked again.

"What have you done?" Draco asked eagerly.

"Let me explain," Lucius replied, sitting forward in his chair as if having a debate about something, "Golden Boy Potter is your slave, Draco. Slaves do what their masters tell them to do. But I knew Potter wouldn't so easily, so I've made it a bit easier for you to order him. I've put an enchantment on him that can only be broken by me. Whenever you say something like 'You will, I want, You should, Can you, Will you' or any command to that effect, Potter's mind will register it and - whether he likes it or not - he will do it for you. If you said 'I want you to jump off a cliff and die', or merely 'I want you to die', Potter will find a way of doing it."

Draco's eyes were wide as he stared at his father. He had no idea where he had gotten the ability to do that sort of magic - dark magic, by the sounds of it. And it almost scared him to hear his father talking so willingly of making someone kill themselves, but then that was his father; always open-minded.

After a couple of minutes of silence, Draco's face spread into yet another evil smirk, mirroring that of his fathers. It now understood more fully what his father had said to him. He, Draco, had complete power over Harry Potter. The precious Harry Potter, who had, undeniably, always done slightly better than him in school, and, despite how Draco's friends did not show it, somehow always had made a fool out of him.

Lucius seemed to know what Draco was thinking, and said, "Absolute power, Draco." Draco smiled back at him. "Try it, go on. Make him come down here from his attic bedroom."

"He's in the house?" Draco gawped.

"Well, I do have a key, Draco, and you've been at work all day," His father replied.

"Then why hasn't he come down?" Draco asked.

"He will awaken from his unconciousness when you give him his first command."

Draco nodded, thought for a moment, and then opened his mouth, but his father jumped in to say, "You don't even have to speak. If your thought is a command, he will hear it. And he will obey..."

"Come here."

Harry opened his eyes slowly. His head was spinning. His eyes were out of focus. And then he realised he wasn't wearing his glasses. He sat up and looked around for them, and in doing so he realised that he had no idea where he was.

He found his glasses sitting right next to him on the bed he had woken up from. Well, he said a bed, but it was extremely small and quite uncomfortable. After putting his glasses back on, Harry looked around some more and found that he was in a small box room with nothing but the bed he was sat on, and a small chest of drawers in it. Where was he?

And then, with a sharp pang, he remembered why he had woken up in the first place.

He had heard a voice in his head, saying 'Come here' in a forceful tone. And there was something vaguely familiar about that voice that Harry didnt like...

"I said, come here."

Harry turned his head wildly around the room, looking for the source of the voice that he heard again. This time it was much more clear, sounding closer. And he knew who it was now - without a shadow of a doubt. He knew what had happened.

He wasn't going to follow Draco Malfoy's voice out of a room in what he assumed to be a house that he didn't know. That would be extremely foolish. But then, for some reason, Harry stood up and walked to the door. 'Stop', he told himself, 'What are you doing?' But then, next second, he had opened the door and started walking in search of the voice, which he felt rather obliged to find.

He then found himself walking down some stairs, unable to stop himself. And then across a landing, down another set of stairs and there... There he stopped, feeling quite content with himself and finding the source of the voice - Draco Malfoy - and his father standing right in front of him. Lucius was smirking somewhat evilly, but Draco was gawping at Harry like a fish, as though his mouth would not close.

The younger blonde then looked away from Harry at to his father, mouth still wide open. He said, "I didn't think he'd be able to find his way... Only two words and he's here..."

Lucius laughed. "Yes, quite a stroke of genius on my behalf. I'm glad it worked; it took me a long time to do."

Harry stared at them. What were they talking about? Why was he here? Where was here? Where were the Weasley's? How long had Harry been asleep? Would he ever see anyone again? Would he ever see Ron, Hermione or Ginny, ever again?

"Oh dear," Lucius said, checking his watch, "Look at the time." He then looked at Harry and let out another laugh. "I'll leave you to explain what's going on, Draco."

The two Malfoy's walked towards what Harry guessed was the front door, their backs to him.

Harry then considered running for it. He had no idea what was going on or where he was, and he bet that his house had anit-apparation wards on it, but if he just ran outside, he'd be able to get back to the Burrow in an instant. He put his hand in his pocket, reaching for his wand, but it wasn't there...

Harry rolled his eyes at his own stupidity. As if he would be kidnapped and the kidnapper would just let him keep his wand...

Yes, he supposed that was what had happened. He had been kidnapped.

Harry looked up again when Malfoy closed the door behind his father and began to walk back towards him.

Malfoy looked at him, his face twitched into a small sneer, and he said, "Follow me."

As the blonde walked off, Harry was about to flatly refuse to follow him anywhere, but then something happened and he felt obliged to follow, so his feet began to move again without him asking them to.

Malfoy led Harry into a grand living room. Surprisingly, it was a dark blue colour, rather and green or black, which Harry would have expected it to be for a Malfoy house. But then - was this even Malfoy's house? The hallway was not how Harry remembered it from when he, Ron and Hermione were taken there.

"Sit," Draco said, as he sat himself down on a sofa.

Harry sat.

There was a silence lingering in the air as Draco looked at him then, apparently thinking about something, until finally he spoke.

"My father has been very good to me, this evening, Potter," He said in the same snide voice that Harry remembered him having.

"How so?" Harry asked, speaking for the first time since he had said goodnight to Ginny - whenever that was... Oh, Ginny...

"He came here tonight to give me a gift, for my hard efforts at the Ministry of late," Malfoy said, a smirk appearing on his face.

Harry knew what the answer would be, but he asked, "A gift?"

"Yes, Potter. He has given me a slave."

Harry's eyes widened. He knew that he was the 'gift', but a slave? He was now a slave for Draco Malfoy?

"Yes," Draco sneered, "A slave curiously named, Harry Potter."

"Your dad kidnapped me and made me a slave?" Harry said, adding sarcastically, "Well, that's quite good. I would have thought he'd kidnap me and roast me on a fire."

Draco's sneer disppeared, but reappeared a split second later. "But not only has he made you a slave," He said, as if he hadn't heard Harry speak. "You are not ordinary slave, Potter. Some slaves - if only kidnapped - would have the choice whether to do things their master tells them. But Potter, answer me this, did you want to follow me in here?"

Harry answered reluctantly. "No."

"But did you follow me anyway?"

Even more reluctantly... "Yes."

Draco smirked. "And what does that tell you?"

Harry swallowed before he said with difficulty, "You've put some sort of curse on me."

Draco's smirk became wider, "Perhaps a curse for you, but rather a blessing for me, Potter. Anything I tell you to do, anything at all, you will do for me without question. All credit goes to my father."

Harry said nothing, and there was another pause that lasted a long time. Harry didn't know what to think. It was simple really, Harry was Draco Malfoy's slave, and there was nothing he could do about it. He thought hastily about perhaps writing a letter to Ron and Hermione, telling them what had happened, and to come and save him, but the he realised that he didn't know where this house was, and he didn't have Hedwig with him and didn't know if Draco had an owl. Then he considered just leaving the house when Malfoy was asleep and despite not having a wand, try to apparate away or at least walk until he found somewhere he knew. For, it couldn't be that far away from Hogsmead or another wizarding village, could it? Since this was a Malfoy's house... They would never live near Muggles.

But then, as if Malfoy knew what Harry was thinking, he said, "So, as my first order, you are never, ever, to leave this house - my house - unless I tell you to. You must always stay within the various walls that make up this house unless I say otherwise." Harry's visions of him walking out of the front door in a few hours deflated in his mind. "Secondly, you will not write any letters, or try to get in contact with your friends at all, unless I say you can."

Harry felt as though he was being kicked ruthlessly somewhere in his head. He nodded slowly.

"Good," Draco said, standing up. "Now go back to your attic room and go to sleep, I will show you the house tomorrow."

Harry walked out of the room the way he had come (there was another door to his left) and trailed up the stairs, back across the landing and up the other set of stairs and into the bedroom he had come out of earlier. He did not look back once, but closed the door behind him and got into the bed. For no more than one minute he thought about Ron, Hermione and Ginny. Did they have any idea what was going on? How long had it been since Harry had been taken? Was Ginny ok? Sleeping in her bed alone tonight, without Harry there to protect her?

A tear trickled down his cheek before he suddenly heard his own nagging voice in the back of his mind saying 'Go to sleep! Go to sleep!' And so, Harry made himself go to sleep.

A/N Ahh, I hope you liked this chapter. Poor Harry. So, you like the twist on the normal slavery story? I hope so. I promise the chapters will get longer soon. More will be happening :)