Hey everyone! Sorry this took so long, my weekend was kind of crazy. The concert was AWESOME! - but what isn't awesome is me & my daughter are both really sick :/ plus my end of term is coming up & I have a lot of quizzes, exams, & projects due. So no surprise if my next update isn't until next month, sorry! Anyway, you'll probably kill me after this chapter!

Warnings: NON-CON! RAPE! I wanna make sure you see this, cause I don't wanna hear complaints about it since I left a very clear note about it. There is ORAL RAPE in this chapter, along with LOTS of angst, hurt/comfort. Just an all around emo chapter, with only a little happy stuff at the beginning. DONT KILL ME! .

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I make money from writing this

They took their day time meetings outside from that day forward. Harry had cried the first few times they arrived in the gardens, but over time quickly adapted to it. He was much more vibrant, showed more expression that he ever did since the war ended. Voldemort watched Harry smile widely as he talked and nibbled on his sandwiches.

"You have not come outside with Draco, yet he is here often. Why is that?" Harry stopped talking, swallowing the small bit of food in his mouth. His smile fell into a neutral expression.

"Does it make me a horrible person to fear that if he sees how happy it makes me that he'll take it away? He does that…sometimes…" Harry mumbled, recalling many times the things Draco had taken from him when he found out it 'made him happier than he could'. Tom felt the tightness in his chest again, but ignored it. It seemed to happen more and more, even more so when he realized how much certain things affected Harry.

"I do not believe so. It may make him suspicious that you are up to something if he keeps hearing that we come out here all the time, yet you never try to with him. I'm only warning you of possible consequences of your actions." Harry listened to Tom, taking in everything he said. He did have a point; it might look really bad to Draco that he spent all of his time outside with Tom; and never with him. Even when Severus had come by to see him, he'd gone outside to talk with the Potions Master; showing him all the herbs and plants Tom had allowed him to plant in the garden. It was a small price Tom felt he had to pay to see Harry smile again.

"Thank you for your concern, I'll take it into consideration." Tom appeased him with a smile before frowning when a House Elf randomly appeared.

"Yes Zinky?"

"Zinky brings a note for Master. It's from one of Master's followers, waiting in the library." Harry's face fell when he realized that he would have to head back inside already. They hadn't even been out there for an hour yet. Voldemort noticed, and scowled.

"Let him know I will be there shortly."

"Yes Master, Zinky shall." With a pop, the Elf was gone and Voldemort turned to face Harry.

"You have proved my trust in you time and time again Harry. I ask you do so again now. I will be back as soon as I handle whatever it is that needs to be done. You will stay here in the garden, going no further than here to the plants you tend if you wish. Understood?" Harry couldn't stop the huge grin that appeared on his face, and Voldemort mirrored it.

"Of course Tom, thank you!" With a swift nod, Voldemort apparated back inside the manor. Harry took a deep breath, closing his eyes in bliss. This form of freedom was wonderful, compared to what he had since the war ended. He was for once, all alone, outside. The sunlight on his skin, the wind blowing through his hair; the grass and dirt hinged under his feet and body when he moved. It was the best high, better than he could remember flying to be. Feeling a small tear run down his face, Harry sighed in pure bliss as the noise of nature filled his ears and nothing else.

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Draco scowled as he made his way back to Malfoy Manor. His father had sent him to Gringotts to deal with some matters that he hadn't dealt with yet; keeping Draco away from Riddle Manor longer. It was frustrating. He'd been away from Harry for 2 days now, trying to keep up with all the Malfoy family business, as well as the tasks Voldemort had sent him on. All he wanted to do was see his Raven, to drag him to bed and remind him who owned him. Yet the soft part of Draco recalled how he enjoyed holding Harry and watching him sleep. Brushing the thought off, he smiled when he saw his mother.

"Hello Mother, where is Father? I have the information he needed."

"I am so glad to see you, my Dragon. You Father isn't here right now, I thought he had told you that he'd be meeting you at the Manor after his meeting with Our Lord." Draco froze at his mother's words, his face paling.

"Are you quite sure Mother?"

"Why yes Draco, of course." Giving his mother a quick kiss to her cheek, he promised to be back soon to visit.

'I should have known that bastard would attempt this!' Apparating to Riddle Manor, he hoped he made it in time.

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Harry had gone to check his plants and herbs, smiling fondly when he thought of everything Neville had taught him about growing magical plants. It was a good memory, and he felt he helped his quiet friend live on by doing so. It had been almost thirty minutes since Tom had left and he made his way back to their blanket that they were eating lunch on. Suddenly seeing a shadow appear before him, he swallowed heavily and paled when he saw Draco's father standing before him.

"Here is the Boy-Who-Lived. I wonder who let you outside, instead of tied up to my son's bed." He murmured coldly, eyeing Harry's body even through the clothes. He couldn't stop the flush that hit his cheeks when Lucius looked at him in that lustful manner, but looked away.

"You won't answer me, boy. It's only polite to answer your owners." Harry bit back the violent retort that he only had one owner, and it definitely wasn't him.

"I apologize, sir. I am allotted time outside every day for good behavior." He replied softly, keeping his eyes adverted unless he wanted to be in trouble. No matter how he spoke, his eyes always gave away his true feelings. He hated Lucius. He may have hated Draco at one point, he may even hate him at times now; but he hated this man before him more than he hated Tom at this point.

"Good behavior? I find that hard to believe. Pets are never on good behavior, or they would have no need for owners." Lucius took a step forward, his cane underneath his right palm as always. Harry felt vomit rising in his stomach; he held his breath in an attempt to hold it off. Harry was ready to jump up and hit the man if he even thought to touch him; having long ago resorted to physical violence after his wand had been taken. He was well versed in wandless, wordless magic; but the collar around his neck subdued his magic unless he had outbursts that happened from time to time under extreme emotional distress.

'Please let right now be one of those times.' Harry prayed internally as Lucius moved closer, gripping his hair roughly and yanking his head back so he had to look up at him.

"See? I was right. Pets are never so well-behaved. I think someone needs to be put in his place." Harry growled, tempted to thrash his head to get Lucius' grip off of him.

"I think someone needs to go to hell!" Harry snapped off, eyes swirling in anger and disgust. Lucius laughed loudly, tightening his hold on Harry's head as he moved to his trousers.

"I think I had the perfect thing to shove in that dirty mouth of yours." Harry felt his heart beating rapidly, fear acting welling up from his belly. Tom wasn't back, Severus wasn't in the manor today, Draco hadn't been back for days; he was all alone with this man who was going to violate him.

"You bite it, I'll cause you so much pain you'll never see daylight again." Angry tears welled up in Harry's eyes as he clenched his mouth shut; his stomach rolling when he felt the damp smooth skin of Lucius' cock touch his mouth.

"If you deny me, I'll make it worse." Letting go of his cane, it stood straight up by itself as Lucius reached out and smacked Harry across the face; his mouth opening in protest. Before Harry had time to react, Lucius had already shoved his cock in his mouth. Harry gagged as his mouth and throat was brutalized, his hands clenching in his lap as tears ran down his face. No matter what he did he would get in trouble. This wasn't right; no one was supposed to touch him but Draco.

"Yes~ such a good boy." Lucius hissed in pleasure, thrusting his cock harder into Harry's mouth. Watching the boy helplessly cry as he fucked his face filled him with such lust, that his orgasm was quickly approaching.

"You'll swallow it all, you hear me? You spit it out, and you'll regret it." Harry whimpered and gagged as Lucius thrust faster into his mouth, and sobbed as the hot semen spilled out into his battered mouth. Swallowing it all, he tried to hide his shaking as Lucius' put himself away and zipped his trousers.

"Such a good boy, did exactly as a pet should. I would consider that good behavior." Without another word, Lucius headed back into the manor. Harry immediately bent over and threw up, not able to miss his clothes but he could care less right now. The sobs racked his body as he gagged; trying to get the taste and all of it out of his body. There was no way Draco would forgive him for this! He'd never want to look at him again, after such a disgusting act. Sobbing harder, he curled up on his side right on his vomit, not caring in the least for now. He wanted it all to go away. He wanted to be back at Hogwarts, with all of his friends. With Hedwig and his friends; his sobs broke through his thoughts and nothing could make him better. Maybe the only one who could would never look, or touch him again.

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Lucius sat in the chair in front of Voldemort's desk, two other lower level Death Eater's listening to what was needed to be done by everyone and who to tell. He couldn't get the image of his son's little whore out of his mind, making him hard all over again. He smirked at his thoughts which Voldemort noticed, but didn't comment.

"Do you all understand?"

"Yes My Lord." They replied in unison, snapping their heads up when Draco barged in angry.

"Father, what the hell did you do?" Voldemort noticed the situation for what it was, sending the lower level Death Eater's out and shutting the door. Draco could possibly be angry at him for leaving Harry outside, but it isn't as if he could go anywhere.

"I do not understand the reason for your ire, Draco."

"Don't you bullshit me! I've been running your errands for days! Then I show up at the manor to give you your paperwork and mother tells me you said you'd meet me here! Do you find me an idiot!?" He raged, moving up into his father's face when he stood to face him. Voldemort sat silently, not saying anything. He had no idea why Lucius who show up here. He hadn't even told him until just a few minutes ago that he needed him.

"You are over reacting Draco, I have done nothing but come to this meeting I was asked to attend." Draco immediately looked to Voldemort, anger still boiling.

"Where is my Raven? Where is Harry?" Draco demanded of him, his eyes pleading with Voldemort to understand.

"We were out in the gardens. I had a meeting, which required my attention. He is unable to leave, so I left him alone." Before anyone could leave the room, the door slammed open as Harry walked in. His magic swirled around him, the collar around his neck cracked like broken glass. Voldemort was shocked at Harry's anger, even more so by the tears and vomit covering his clothes. Draco was shocked as well, but pissed when he realized why Harry might have been crying.

"You disgusting bastard! I'll kill you!" Harry yelled, his magic lashing out to throw Lucius across the room as tears still ran down his face; his voice raw from the rape and sickness.

"How dare you think you can do that to me?! How dare you…you…" Voldemort noticed Harry breaking down, his anger leaving him. He quickly had Elf's take Lucius down to the dungeon while him and Draco dealt with Harry.

"Harry…I want to help you. To do so, I need you to calm down so I can get to you." Harry whimpered in pain, finally noticing that Draco was in the room; had probably learned of his disgusting act.

"I…he…I didn't…Master…" Harry whimpered brokenly, looking as if he wanted to curl up against Draco and disappear. Draco felt his chest tighten in unmeasurable emotion when Harry called out to him. Before he could get to Harry, Voldemort had the dark-haired man wrapped in his arms; using his own magic to bind Harry's down until they could get it under control. Once he was sure that Harry's magic wouldn't let loose, he performed a quick cleaning spell to Harry's body and his mouth before nodding for Draco to come over. Feeling just as shaken as Harry looked; Draco pulled him into his arms. Harry clung to him for dear life, apologizing over and over again. Holding his Raven tighter to him, he rubbed his back. Voldemort mouthed to Draco that they would talk about this later, and sent them on their way. Realizing Harry was having a hard time moving if not touching Draco, he picked the man up and carried him to their rooms as he whispered soothing words to him.

"Sorry…so sorry Master…please don't leave…please…" He kept whimpering, thinking of all the things Draco might do to him. He could be punished, beat until he couldn't move. Anything could happen, but all he cared about was Draco not leaving for good. He was the only true constant he had in his life since the war ended. Feeling his clothes disappear off his body, he jumped but calmed as Draco rubbed his back. Hearing the water start, he realized Draco was going to give him a bath. Once he was settled in the steaming water, he was surprised when Draco got in behind him.

"Master…"

"My Raven…Harry…please just…"Draco didn't know how to ask, but he knew that he needed to be strong for Harry. Understanding what Draco wanted, he nodded, snuggling back into his chest. Right now, this was perfect. Even after what happened earlier, even if it had gone farther than that, he never felt as good or safe as he did right then in Draco's arms.

o.o I know, I know! I'm a horrid person! i didn't want this to happen, my Muse just went AWOL on me! I'm sorry! Lemme know what you think! -R.F.