Harry signed, instantly loosing his good posture and blank look. His demure completely changing the moment the door evaporated. His head came to meet his hands as he rested them together against the table. The nice oak table, he brought his head up slightly and looked down at the table and himself.

"I am despicable," Harry said to himself in anger. "In all my time at the Dursley's, with them pimping me out. Never have I had a buyer make me feel so cheap and used. We didn't even do anything! Only you Voldemort, only you. He! And you didn't even buy me, you stole me. The real nice clothes, extravagant food, you all want something, why can't you be like everyone else. Be up front about it. But no, you have to be all secretive, playing with my emotions. Like I am a thing. Damn it! I'm a person even if no one else believes it. I am a person, I know I am." Harry broke down in sobs. Unable to hold it in anymore, he'd always been denied the privilege, the emotional release, of crying. Never allowed to express himself, Harry just let it all go.

He fell to the ground weeping his pain. Eventually moving to the bed, curling into a small ball. Harry fell asleep. As he fell asleep he did not sense the danger approaching. Snuggled into the silk sheets and large comforter he forgot about everything. No memories accompanied this bed, he could sleep easy' that would soon change… drastically.

Lucius entered the master's privet chambers, as he usually did; uninvited. Usually they were empty, the dark lord entertaining else where. Not that he would mind, Mr. Malfoy always had more privileges then most. So as he walked in the chambers heading for the library, he caught site of the bedroom, a door had opened as he walked past. And what was In the bedroom surprised him greatly. He'd never known the dark lord to take a whore to his bed. His own death eaters every one and a while yes, but never a whore.

He crept forward, wondering. The boy was young, terribly young. The small figure curled on the bed looking to be about 12, but he knew that wasn't possible, the dark lord wasn't a pedophile. He stepped closer, taking in more details as he did. Noticing absent automatically that the whore wasn't chain so he could easily leave.

Raven black hair, petit form, older then he had first thought; around 15 or 16. and surprise, surprise the lad was dressed, in the dark lord's emerald robes. Lucius gapped at the boy. "Whores do not where nice clothing," he said, unable to keep that tib bit of information from passing his lips. He was surprised to hear a voice respond to his statement.

"You're right Mr. Malfoy," said the voice that Lucius soon realised belonged to the young boy in front of him. Lucius jumped, startled, he'd thought the lad asleep.

"Then you aren't a whore?" asked a hesitant and confused Malfoy. What other possible reason could there be for a young boy to be in his masters bed.

"I never said that, now did I," replied the boy without looking up.

"So... You are a whore," purred Lucius in obvious delight, making sure he had it right. "Nur eine hübsche Hure." He said with lustre, trailing his finger down the boys clothed chest, "wonderful," he murmured, lost in the lust that burned in his eyes. Then his eyes cleared for a second as he looked along the boys body. "how old are you?"

"16,"

"Prefect," Lucius purred, sounding one again like a cat, right before he pounced.

"ummm…" was all Harry had a chance to say before lips crashed down on him and his mind blanked. It was a sort of defence mechanism, with his mind black, it didn't register anything , thus he couldn't be traumatised by the events. His mind would black when hands caressed his flesh, making sure he didn't fit back, and compliant; he wouldn't get in trouble with the costumers or his 'relatives'. Unfortunately it didn't always work.

He did register dimly when the man atop him began to undress him and when he was slowly and even more surprisingly carefully readied. His body was on automatic, responding to the man's butterfly touches.

Unfortunately when the man began to penetrate him, his mind unblanked. He began to hyperventilate, though managed to stop quite quickly by repeating the same sentence over and over again. "it's the same as before, nothing new." The familiarity with the situation allowed him to calm down. But he was now fully aware of his senses and cringed at them all.

What seemed like hours later, Lucius finished with him, flopping down beside him. Harry was horribly tiered after being ridden like that. He found that wizards have more stamina then muggles, or maybe it was just this man and the few other wizards he'd serviced. He'd had to wear lots of make-up to hide his scar. But before falling asleep he whispered to no one in particular.

"Nur eine hübsche Hure, just a pretty whore."

Voldemort entered his chambers to find them smelling strongly of old sex and blood. He ran quickly to his room, almost afraid of what he was sure to find. He swung open wide the door, inhaling as he did. The smell was so much stronger here. But there was an under current of violence to it now, almost a charge in the air that would shock him, past the point of pain, into pleasure.

The sight before him made him suck in his breath. Harry law naked on the bed, surrounded by a small pool of his own drying blood. The position he was left in was more then a little obscene. And yet with his eyes closed and his face torn in peaceful lines, he looked angelic, a true angel amongst men. An angel fallen from grace, or yet an angel disgraced by the greed and lust of mortal men.

The Dark Lord had of course seen this in his mind, visions. But it is one thing to see it in the minds eyes, then to look upon is with fresh eyes and smell it with open nostrils.

"Oh, my Harry, what life have you lived, what life have I given you?" said Voldemort in a whisper of tongues. He'd tried to take Harry away from it all. And yet in his own house, it happens and yet again young Harry is disgraced.

Then he froze, his earlier words coming back to him. His Harry? What? Did he really want this damaged boy with more emotionally baggage then a train and yet had the body of a youthful god? Did he really believe he could be with this boy? This saviour to the light+

A/n: so… questions, comments, concerns? Corrections. Sorry about the wait, I thought I hadn't finished and was putting it off until I had time. But then realised that it was finished so here it is. Hope you enjoyed it. REVIEW!

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