Challenge – Write a story 5000 words long in which Harry and a teacher are bound by a slave charm.
Title: Worse Than The Killing Curse.
Rated: T - Coz I'm paranoid!
NO SLASH!
A/N : I'm glad someone enjoyed the last chapter :) Oh, I'm not going to be talking about Voldy much… This story isn't about him. Harry and Ginny are dating, I know it's two years to early but they make a great couple :) Please excuse the typos!
Indigo Lily – Thanks so much for your review. Each one means a lot to me! I hope you got the message I sent you and please excuse the typos and always, keep writing. I do like the plot it's quite interesting, just I'm picky yanno?
Chapter Two – What Malfoy Did.
Harry woke up several hours later in an uncomfortable bed in the hospital wing, surrounded by faces that were far too close for comfort. "Agh!" He cried, startled. "Hi guys, good view?" Ron, Hermione and Ginny all laughed but they didn't mean it. Something else was on their mind. "How are you feeling?" Ginny asked.
"Been better." He replied. "I don't feel ill, but my chest hurts a bit. But that's where I was hit."
"Not feeling ill, that's something to be happy about!" Ron piped much too cheerily. Harry eyed them warily. Why aren't they telling me anything?
There was a very awkward silence. None of the three of them made eye contact with Harry. None of them wanted to share the truth because none of them could bear it. "What happened?"
"Well," Ron began, "Malfoy, the rat that he is, shot you with a spell. It knocked you unconscious." Ron hoped that would be all the information he would want. "He hit that one too." He added, pointing to Snape who sitting up in the next bed, seeming just as confused as Harry was. "What kind of spell was it?" Snape groaned. Hermione silently cursed Snape. Harry might have been content with being hit by 'a spell.'
"That's the big thing." Ginny replied with a very sympathetic look. "Oh, I can't do it. Hermione you tell them." She turned away, biting her lip.
Hermione fidgeted with her hair. "Harry, Professor, well… Apparently Malfoy found a sp-spell from a very old book. At first we weren't even s-sure what it did."
"Do you know now?" Harry urged her on. He mentally prepared himself for the worst. Malfoy had done something terrible to him, so many different things ran through his brain. Too many to count, each one was worse than the last. He imagined muggle things like, mental and physical disabilities then the far worse, magical ideas hit him.
Hermione began stuttering but, thankfully for her, Dumbledore walked into the room to join them. "If you like, I will explain Miss Granger." Hermione nodded furiously and didn't look up from the floor. "Harry, you and Professor Snape have been hit by an old spell. It is, in fact, illegal nowadays." Harry and Snape both wished he would get on with it, horrific thoughts plagued their minds.
"It was a slavery spell." Harry's mouth dropped and Snape's head fell. That was far worse than any torture, in Harry's mind.
"You mean, I'm Malfoy's slave?" The thought literally made Harry's skin crawl. A slave, he might have had a chance to deal with but Malfoy's slave? He would be suicidal by the end of the first day, if not before. Malfoy would have him catering to his every whim, he would probably snap his wand and his broom, have him working from dusk to dawn, have him dressed in rags, have him punished for everything, he might sell or even kill Hedwig-
"No." Dumbledore said.
That one word brought him immense relief, he felt like jumping up and down, shouting to the heavens. Anything else was an improvement, or so he thought. He could deal with anything else. "One of you is a slave." Harry gasped. Snape hid his head in his hands. He knew what was coming next. He was familiar with this spell as he liked to study old spells that were no longer used. Where would Lucius get such a book? Surely if it contained a spell like this then it would have been destroyed. But, slavery wasn't illegal in the wizarding world. Just frowned upon.
"And unfortunately," Dumbledore took a deep breath. "The other is a master." The two looked at each other with a mutual feeling of dread. Neither wanted to be a slave, neither wanted to be a master.
"This spell must be casted twice, the first one on the master. The second on the slave. So the question is; which one of you was hit first?"
Harry thought for a moment, the last thing he saw before he lost consciousness was Snape walking over. Snape was still up and going so it must have been, "Me." Then the realisation hit him. Snape was his slave.
"Are you certain?" Dumbledore asked. His friends backed him up. They were glad for Harry not being a slave but, still sympathetic for his situation. They pitied Snape too, as much as they hated him, this is worse than the killing curse, they thought.
"I have done my research," Dumbledore broke the silence, "The spell won't take affect for one week, to allow you to prepare. I cannot find a way to break it, but I will tell you all I have found." He began to read from a book called, 'The Basics of the Slavery Curse.' He gave a copy of the book 'For Masters' to Harry and a 'For the Slave' edition to Snape.
"I suggest you do your reading, any mistake could mean punishment for you Professor Snape and even if Mr Potter here won't deliver, the curse will. But for now, you must rest. As this is a lot to take in. And I advise you three not to tell any other soul. Not even your siblings. This is not to be spread. Good night." He ushered the three other, rather sulky, Gryffindors out of the hospital wing and left the pair to discuss amongst themselves. But they didn't instead the thought through the previous conversation, each cursing the snake who did this to them.
Oh no, Harry though as he lay in his bed, pretending to sleep. I have a slave. How the hell did this happen, fuck Malfoy for this! He will pay. Dearly. What about Snape? I don't want a slave. Especially not him, but I suppose I'd rather not be one. He hates me. At least he can't yell at me anymore. I could order him to give me points! To leave me out of homework! No. Harry, don't do that. You can't take advantage of this. Hermione would be furious. Ron would love to though. No. NO. NO! Definitely not. You're above that, Harry. It's bad enough he has to be a slave, call me Master. But I won't like it any more than he will. Get some sleep. Think about this in the morning.
AGH! Snape thought. His acting skills coming into play and he looked relaxed but inside he was screaming. That bloody little weasel! Fuck Malfoy. Him and his curse. He's made me a slave, Potter's slave. The boy will be just like his father. He'll be ordering me around day and night. Making me give his house points, let him slack off on homework, I'll be cleaning his rooms, walking about in rags. Fuck Potter! The boy will humiliate me in front of the whole school and I'll be defenceless. But, here's one thing. Draco Malfoy better counting his fucking days that he can walk by himself. AAAGH! He is paying for this. In every way possible. Calm yourself, Serverus. You must not physically harm Malfoy but you can make his school life hell. Yes, ok. Not get to sleep. You must be awake to sort things out with Dumbledore and Potter tomorrow.
So, did you enjoy? Please say you did, if you don't like the idea of a 'Slavery Curse' wait until I write a new story. Lots of ideas bouncing around in my brain :)
As always, reviews are welcome! Constructive is welcome, but please don't be too harsh on me! I'm young but if you have to be cruel to be kind….So be it!