Harry stared at Lucius, partly in shock of his appearance in the dungeons and partly in anger for letting himself be fooled by the Malfoys into letting him think that only one of them would check up on him in the cell.

'Of course there would be two of them' Harry thought to himself bitterly 'Lucius wanted to make sure that I wasn't enchanting his son to release me, which I probably would've if I knew how. I'll have to research it later.'

Faster than he could blink Lucius had pulled out his wand and stunned Alex with a simple 'Stupefy'. Harry looked on in anger as Alex slumped to the floor with a dull thud. Lucius was smirking smugly as he stared at Harry, waiting to see what he would do next.

"Guess he wasn't as powerful as he claimed to be" Lucius made a tsking noise "Such a shame really, I was looking forward to a challenge. I was incredibly bored today"

The next thing he knew he was at the receiving end of Lucius' wand as the elder Malfoy had a sneer in place.

"Now, this is what you're going to do; you're going to call all of those dominants away, and you're going to apologize to your mates for causing them so much trouble"

"And if I don't" Harry questioned, feeling his creature rising in anticipation for a challenge.

"I think you already know by now what I am capable of, Mr. Potter" Lucius said threateningly, and Harry smirked as a thought came into his head.

"You can't hurt me. My mates won't let you, and in by hurting me, you're hurting them. Everything I feel caused by you, will be felt through your only son" Harry's smirk grew wider, but was promptly wiped off his face as Lucius replied with his own smirk in place.

"Mr. Potter, I have done many things to my son in the past to discipline him and make him what he is today. That includes spanking, whipping, and every other type of method you can think of. Do you think I'll hold back merely because you're my son's intended?" Here, the tip of his wand started to glow a bright red, "Then think again"

Pain is all that Harry knew.

It felt like ice was thrusting in and out in his skin. His burning skin, which made the ice a thousand times worse. He vaguely heard Lucius talking through his pain-filled mind.

"What you're feeling right now is everything my son and Blaise has felt towards you. Every time you hurt them, even in the smallest of ways, that manifests a hundred thousand times worse than what they actually felt. Now, you're getting a taste of your own medicine Potter" If possible, the pain seemed to increase more.

"Okay!" Harry pleaded, tears in his eyes "Okay! I'll call the dominants off!" At Lucius' look he elaborated, knowing that there was no way that he was getting a loophole out of this under a Slytherin's watch "All of them! Just stop the curse!"

"And?" Lucius asked calmly, surprised at how Slytherin-like the Potter mind was.

"And I'll a-apologize to them!" Harry panted out, breathless and sweaty as the pain lessened.

"Who will you apologize to?"

"What do you think you're doing to my mate?" Asked a voice from the doorway, and Harry was relieved to see that it was Blaise through his bleary eyes, eyes yellow. Harry smiled through the pain, his creature was in control, he would help him.

"Teaching him a lesson" Lucius replied calmly, and Blaise snarled.

"And just who do you think you are to do that? I am his mate, therefore I am the one who will decide his punishment" Blaise replied calmly, and both of them turned to Harry, and Harry looked at Blaise in horror. He had honestly thought that the other would defend him.

He turned pale as he looked into those angry eyes and the feeling of submission coursed through him.

'NO! You are NOT submissive! You are a dominant! You shouldn't let other people tell you what to do, like some pawn in a game. I thought you refused to be someone's puppet. Guess you just love to be controlled, let others tell you what to do, and follow blindly" Snarled a voice in the back of Harry's mind, and Harry felt anger rise up in him as more thoughts came into his mind.

"Lucius, do you have the Draught of Submission within your grasp?" Blaise asked, eyes still locked on Harry's, and Harry was confused at the question as Lucius smirked, knowing what Blaise was about to do, pulling out a vial that contained a white liquid inside.

"Yes I do" He handed the vial to Blaise, and before Harry could move away from him, Blaise spoke.

"Don't move" It was a command, and Harry had no choice but to obey. It was a law made when the first Veelas walked the earth; the dominant had the power to order his mate to do anything he wished and the submissive had no choice but to comply with his wishes. It was to ensure that the submissive didn't leave them, for if a Veela was rejected by its mate, both of them would die. In order to ensure the survival of their species, both Veela and vampire, this law was made for their protection.

Harry was detesting it in this moment.

He glared at his mate with hatred in his eyes, but Blaise didn't even bat an eyelash.

"Open your mouth and drink the liquid" He ordered, and Harry glared at his mate with so much hatred that would've made the Death Eaters shiver in fear at the look. He felt his feet move against him, taking the vial that would ruin his life. The Draught of Submission had no antidote; it made a person completely dependent and submissive to another person. The person who drank it would feel complete love and adoration to the person who gave them the Draught. They would worship the ground the other walked on. They would feel pleasure through every order given, thinking that they were pleasing the other person.

They would practically be a mindless slave.

He wanted to resist. Oh, how he wanted to curse Blaise right now. Draco came into the room at that moment.

"How did you get all of the dominants away?" Blaise asked curiously, eyes still on Harry, and Draco glared at Harry.

"He turned off his call. I want to punish him immensely. Right now." Draco snarled, and looked at Harry's outstretched hand, just now assessing the situation.

"What's going on?"

"We're having him take the Draught of Submission-" Blaise started, but was cut off by Draco.

"What?! There's no cure for it!" He said, looking at Harry with concern in his eyes "Even though our mate has been rebelling against us for the past couple of days, it was because of the transfer of my magic to his! If he takes the Draught, he'll be completely different from how he was before. He'll practically worship us, even though my Veela AND vampire side both like that idea, it still feels wrong"

While they were talking, Harry was still under the influence of the command, so when Blaise set the vial on the table when Draco came in, Harry was slowly walking towards it, hand still outstretched.

'Idiots. Can't even realize that I'm still under Blaise's command. Well, goodbye freedom…' Harry thought to himself sadly as he took the vial from the table and opened it.

He brought it to his mouth, his mates still arguing, and took a downed the liquid in one gulp.

"HARRY! NO!"

Was the last thing he heard before he passed out.

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