A/N: Here's chappy 2!1! Review and show me some love 4

Harry cracked his eyes open and viewed the light before his eyes. The blinding white light beat down into his corneas and reflected off of his glasses. He attempted to reach his hand up to cover them, but he found they were tightly bound to his sides. He wiggled his wrists, but to no avail. They were tightly bound. He groaned softly as the world came into existence around him.

The first thing Harry noticed, besides his tightly bound wrists and the blinding light, was the cold wall at his back and the needle-like feeling behind his eyes. He just knew he was getting a migrane, but that wasn't the worst thing that could happen to him in this situation. When his eyes finally came into focus he saw a strange creature discussing something in a tongue he could not understand to an even stranger looking creature.

The former was a strange looking alien-type thing. He couldn't see clearly enough to decipher any details, but it it definitely appeared to be inhuman. The other creature was even more bizarre; a slug-like creature from what Harry could discern.

Harry wished he had his wand on him. Unfortunately, in this universe, or country, or wherever he was, it appeared to be a useless stick of wood. He wanted to cry out of frustration. His son was dead, he was bound and gagged, and he couldn't even tell what was going to happen to him. The words the two alien creatures were speaking were so foreign to him he couldn't understand them.

Suddenly he was jerked up by the neck and he felt an awkwardly warm and wet… something… brush against his neck. Suddenly the slug-creature shouted… something… at whatever he was being held by. Whatever it was, Harry was grateful for because the thing put him down again.

Harry's respite did not last very long though, as the thing that had grabbed him before gripped him again and dragged him down some stairs and into a dark hallway. Before they reached the stairs Harry saw something that looked suspiciously like money exchanging hands. Bounty hunters? Maybe? Harry didn't know much, except that he was in trouble.

He was shoved roughly into the room at the end of said dark hallway. His eyes eventually adjusted to the dark (and he was just getting used to the blinding light, too!) and he saw… Women? All shapes and sizes and—dare he say it?—races? He couldn't help but feel he was really, really out of place all of a sudden.

One of them came over and picked him up off of the ground. She started speaking to him, but he hadn't the slightest clue what was coming out of her mouth. He just gently shook his head, and surprisingly she switched to English! These things knew English?

"Are you okay boy?" The woman, er, alien asked him.

"I… I think so?" Harry tested out his voice for the first time in who knew how long. His throat felt coated with sand and his tongue felt swollen to the max.

The alien, for whatever reason, had the gall to look at him like he was the unnatural one. What the hell?

"I've never heard that dialect before," she explained and brought him a cup of water. Unfortunately it just seemed to move the sand around in his throat, not quench it.

"Where am I?" Harry asked through his dry throat.

"You're at Jabba's place. You've just been sold to him as… how to put this… entertainment?" she replied.

Harry's brow scrunched. He had seen enough bad pornos to know exactly what the woman was referring to. "But I'm married!" he blurted out suddenly, thinking of his poor wife Ginny back home. His nose crinkled.

The woman just laughed, "Doesn't matter now, you're property son" She patted his back before attending to another of the women. She was obviously some kind of maternal figure within this small group.

Harry looked dazed at the wall. What kind of place had Hermione sent him to that slavery was still legal? Hadn't they been friends once? Harry felt even more angry than he had after the death of his son. It was one thing to kill his kid, but to then send him to some crazy alternate desert world where people were slaves to slugs? He seriously hoped this was all a terrible dream and he would wake up any moment from now with his wife and child beside him.

Hours later another woman entered the small room and made a beeline straight to him. He looked up in confusion.

"What is your age?" She asked him. No nonsense, straight to the point. He sighed.

"24?" He replied.

She nodded her head. "Jabba will see you now. Put this on" She handed him what appeared to be an outfit. He was thankful to get out of his sand covered clothes… that is until he saw exactly what he was going to be changing into. He almost shrieked his protest, but the woman sent him a withering glare.

"Put it on" she demanded. He had no choice but to comply. As he pulled the thing on he couldn't help but be reminded of sexy Halloween costumes. This one appeared to be half sexy Roman Emporer combined with half Grecian stripper outfit. The flowing white fabrics covered enough, thankfully, but his upper half was left completely bare. The woman shackled his wrists together with gaudy golden shackles before leading him back down the hall he came from by a chain. The shackles that were secured around his wrists clanged and he could practically hear his wrists chafing.

After five or so minutes of walking the two emerged in front of that awful slug creature from before. It was… uglier than he remembered honestly. At least in his temporarily blind state he couldn't discern the disgusting features of the slug—Jabba was its name apparently—or the disgusting state of the environment for that matter.

Harry discerned that he was most likely in some kind of entrance hall, though there weren't many people around. Any hopes of escape where immediately dashed when he saw all of the weapons the inhabitants were holding. If he had his wand Harry could easily have escaped, but his magic appeared to be completely useless wherever he was.

He heard the slug thing move toward him and resisted the urge to flinch in disgust. Ugh, it was even worse in motion. More words were spoken in that tongue he couldn't understand. The slug circled him once, twice, three times, and suddenly he felt something warm and wet run down the back of him. The warm and wet feeling made him shudder involuntarily. He was afraid it would go even further, but he heard a strange noise behind him. It sounded vaguely like the sounds he heard before he went down injured before. Another weird laser thing? Moments later he heard an accompanying "swhing" noise. Unable to keep his eyes forward any longer Harry turned around just in time to see the slug thing get shot with one of those strange red beams. It didn't seem to affect him though, just annoy him.

Harry fully turned his body around this time and saw the corpses of those who had been standing guard only moments before. Some appeared to have been shot, but quite a few had chopped off limbs, heads, and torsos. Harry turned around in amazement. He was amazed people could do this kind of damage without magic.

Just as he finished taking it all in Jabba—who had been blocking the majority of his field of vision—fell and revealed a sandy blonde haired male holding a stick of green… something?

Harry stared wide eyed at the male, who appeared to be approximately his age. The man shot him a lopsided grin.

"So, what's a beautiful creature like you doing in a place like this?"