Voldemort, Harry, and Lucius all sat at the dining room table as a large breakfast appeared. Harry carefully waited for his master and Mister Malfoy to fill their plates before putting any food on his plate. After all, it is only polite to be served after your superiors. Harry then listened while his master and Mister Malfoy started up a conversation.

"So Lucius, how is young Draco doing? I hope he is progressing well in his studies." Voldemort asked in a cool tone.

"Yes, my Lord. Draco is doing well in most of his classes. He's supposed to arrive home later tonight because the ministry is once again investigating Hogwarts. They don't want the children disrupting them." Lucius said. His son gets to return home a whole week early.

"Really? That reminds me, the b-Harry, needs some clothes and other things from Diagon Alley. I don't want to draw too much attention to myself as a new figure in town. You and your son shall accompany me. We will act like the children are pen pals from different schools, and we are visiting from another country to appease the boys. We will be leaving at 11 o'clock sharp tomorrow, so don't be late. Also, Harry will need to borrow some of young Draco's clothes since Harry can not go walking around in the nude tomorrow." Voldemort said.

"Of course, my Lord. I'm sure Draco and Harry will get along famously. They have only seen each other a few times, they never did get a chance to socialise. And what will I call the two of you? I can't say my Lord or Harry, that will draw too much unwanted attention." Lucius said, always the logical one.

"No your right, you will call me by my birth name, however as loathsome as it is. Very few people know Lord Voldemort was born Tom Riddle. We can call Harry by the alias we used for him with Severus. Be sure Draco remembers to call him Raven, not Harry tomorrow." Voldemort warned.

"Of course," Lucius said. He would be sure to have a long talk with Draco tomorrow. The last time Draco had seen Harry, they were only 9 years old. He remembered the way Draco looked at him as if he was superior. He knew the way he had described Harry made him sound more like a house elf than anything. The fact that he said he was a servant made Draco look down upon the boy. That could not happen tomorrow. Voldemort would kill Draco if he said anything of the sort around his Lord tomorrow. Lucius knew he should tell Draco the truth about Harry, but he was only 9 at the time and didn't want to explain exactly what Harry was. Even when he grew older he never saw an opening to tell him, though it really shouldn't matter. Draco will know how to act around Harry, or he would be punished severely.

After breakfast was over Voldemort escorted Lucius back to the study with Harry by his side.

"Lucius, I will see you tomorrow morning. You and your son may join us for breakfast at 9:30 tomorrow morning before we go shopping. Do not be late." Voldemort said as Lucius Flooed from the room. Voldemort then turned to Harry. "Harry, this is the study. This is the only room in the house that can be used for Apparation. You can Floo out of this room as well. Come, I will show you the rest of the house." Voldemort said and swiftly turned to leave the room. Harry quickly followed, not wanting to get lost.

After the tour was over Voldemort said, "You have free reign of the manor, it is now your home and only Lucius and myself know where it is located, so I see no point in keeping you locked in your rooms." Voldemort said. "A house elf will always be on hand if you should ever need help. They will also come and get you for every meal, which you are required to attend. I now have some business I must attend to, so you may spend your free time how you wish, you just can't go outside." Voldemort said. He quickly dropped a kiss on Harry's lips and turned his back to go elsewhere.

Harry did not know what to do with himself. His master had given him free reign, which was new. Harry decided it would be best to do something he was familiar with turned left and headed for the library. The library was huge! Harry didn't think he would ever be able to read all these books. He looked around for an interesting read and finally decided on Hogwarts: A History. He figured if he would be speaking with Draco tomorrow it would be nice to know what the boy might be talking about. Harry had never spent any time with anyone his own age and honestly didn't know what Draco would be like. He only hoped that they would get along, it would be nice to have a friend.

The time quickly passed, and lunch and dinner were over. It was around 10 o'clock when Harry returned to the rooms. He noticed his master was not there yet and decided to take a shower. He hadn't had one yet since being in his master's house and decided that he needed one. He walked into the nicely decorated bathroom and turned on the shower to an almost scalding temperature. After taking off the robe he stepped in and began to wash, not hearing the door open.

Voldemort finished what he was doing and went back to his room. When he got there he was a little disappointed Harry wasn't awaiting him, nice and nude on the bedspread. That thought quickly changed when he heard the shower come on. He started to strip off his clothing as he walked towards the bathroom door. He opened the door to an already steamy room. He quietly finished undressing and walked to the shower stall. He opened the door to an amazing site. It was the first time he had seen Harry both naked and wet at the same time. The boy had his eyes closed and was soaping his body. His hands slid all over himself, working from top to bottom to wash himself. Voldemort noticed Harry starting to become hard as he started to lather the soap around his nipples. Voldemort licked his lips and continued watching.

As Harry was scrubbing himself, he started to imagine his master's hands as the ones washing him. He slowly ran his soap-covered hands down his body and closed his eyes. He paid close attention to his nipples and let out a long moan as he pinched them. As one hand continued to tweak a nipple his other slowly roamed down his stomach and eventually landed on his neglected cock. He grabbed hold of it and began pumping it up and down.

Voldemort continued to watch Harry as he stroked himself, until he finally decided to join him. He quietly shut the shower door and stepped up behind the boy. He wrapped one arm around Harry's waist and bit into what he knew was a sensitive junction between Harry's neck and collarbone. He batted Harry's hand away and began stroking Harry's cock.

Harry was in complete bliss as his fantasy came true and his master was stroking him. Harry rarely masturbated, but with thoughts of his master, he couldn't help it. The man was amazing. He was so gorgeous and wonderful around him. He just couldn't help himself. His master was perfect. All too soon the stroking stopped and Voldemort moved away from his neck. He let out a disappointed sigh but quickly yelped as he was pushed against the shower's tiled wall. He watched as his master grabbed a bottle of soap and placed some on his large cock. His master walked over to him and picked him up and slid his legs around his waist and plunged himself in.

Voldemort thrust into the boy with no preparation. He wanted to see how Harry would react without any preparation, after all, he was not fully prepared this morning and seemed to enjoy himself a lot. Harry once again surprised him by letting out another long moan and wrapping his legs even tighter around his waist. 'Well, this just confirms it. My sweet little raven isn't all that innocent. He seems to enjoy a bit of rough sex.' Voldemort thought happily. Voldemort dug his fingers into Harry's waist harshly, he knew there would be bruises, but he knew the boy wouldn't mind. He worked himself into a furious pace forcing Harry's back into the wall forcefully.

Harry was in heaven. His master just kept on hitting that one spot brutally. He was forcing all these sensations onto him at once, he was sure to die from the pleasure. His back was being forced into the wall harshly, and his master's grip was really tight, but that seemed to make the sex even better. *Oh please harder...* He said, not even realizing he switched over to parseltongue which was brought on by the pleasure.

Voldemort knew he was close, but didn't dare to move one of his hands to stroke Harry in fear of dropping him. Instead, he pressed Harry as far into the wall as he could, trapping the boy's cock in between them. This also had the effect of making him thrust in both harder and deeper as requested while causing friction to Harry's penis. It probably hurt more too, but Harry obviously enjoyed all those things as he screamed out his orgasm. Voldemort thrust in a few more times before joining his sweet little raven into bliss.

Harry was panting harshly, hardly believing the force of his orgasm. That was the best sex they've had yet. His master turned his head and kissed him. It was sweet and gentle, completely opposite to the brutal sex they just had up against the shower wall.

Voldemort eventually set Harry down and finished scrubbing the boy. Harry, in turn, washed him up and they washed each other's hair. Both were completely exhausted as they left the shower and stumbled into bed, both naked and wet. Harry once again snuggled into his chest and fell asleep as Voldemort wrapped a possessive arm around Harry's waist. He kissed his forehead and said, "Goodnight my sweet raven," but Harry was already far off, dreaming of his master.

()()()

(Malfoy Manor)

Draco had just arrived home when his father asked to speak with him privately.

"Draco, our Lord has requested for both of us to join him and Harry in Diagon Alley tomorrow. You will be on your best behaviour. You will be both polite and respectful to both our Lord and Harry. You will not treat him like other servants Draco, he is our Lord's only, and to treat him disrespectfully will get you punished. If all goes well today Draco, you may be favoured by our Lord when you are inducted into the Death Eaters." Lucius commanded.

Draco nodded his head and said, "Yes, Father." Although he didn't see what the big deal was. The servant was beneath him, even if he was the Boy-Who-Lived.

()()()

(Riddle Manor)

The next morning had the 2 Malfoy men sitting at the breakfast table dining with the Dark Lord and his 'servant' Harry.

"Now, Harry, remember to either call me Tom or Uncle, not Master like you normally would. We can't let people know who we really are." Voldemort reminded.

"Okay, Tom." Harry tested out the name. It really didn't do his master justice.

Across the table, Draco was observing Harry from under his eyelashes. The boy was beautiful, he looked so different from the last time he saw him. With his long hair, high cheekbones, and full red lips, he couldn't keep his eyes off the boy. He wondered if his Lord got these ideas about his own servant. 'Probably not.' Draco thought. His Lord would surely like women, unlike Draco. For the past year, Draco had been having thoughts about his own sex. Not just the average everyday friendly thoughts, no, they were more sexual in nature. Like when Blaise Zabini bent over to pick up his quill, Draco noticed what a nice shapely ass he had. Or how Justin Finch-Fletchley ate a banana, he watched every time his mouth wrapped around the top before he took a bite.

For some reason, watching these boys do everyday tasks just turned him on.

After a while, Draco realized he was gay. He had experimented with Theo in his dorm. His blowjobs weren't the best, but they would do. But this boy in front of him far surpassed the others in looks. He was so dainty, and beautiful, and Draco wondered if he performed well enough, and asked for him if his Lord would allow Draco to take him off his hands for a night or two. Honestly, what could his Lord need at night?

"Alright, it's time to go. Let's go to the study and Floo to the Leaky Cauldron." Voldemort said. They all left the dining room and Flooed away. Everyone but Harry landed on their feet. He had never Flooed before, so it didn't come to much of a surprise when he fell out of the fireplace.

"Oomph." Harry let out when he landed. Lord Voldemort quickly gave him a hand up.

"First it's off to Twilfitt and Tattings to buy Raven some more clothes. And then off to the bookshop." Voldemort said. They all walked down the street to arrive at the clothes shop. They entered and noticed no one else in there shopping. The store wasn't as commonly used as Madam Malkin's which was perfect for them. They didn't want to have to deal with the hustle and bustle if they didn't have to. The fewer people who saw them the better. They all looked around the store and picked out some clothes for 'Raven' to try on. After Harry had an armload they took him to a dressing room to get changed. As no one else was there besides the shopkeeper who was at the register reading a magazine, Harry left the door to his stall in the changing room open. After all, he had no reason to be shy. There was no reason to shut the door.

Draco's eyes bugged out of his head when he saw Harry strip nude. The boy was flawless. Draco instantly found himself hard, and looked around to see the others' reactions. Draco expected both his father and his Lord to be scandalized, Harry would surely be punished. What he saw made his jaw nearly drop. His father looked merely amused, and his Lord was staring at his servant in obvious arousal. 'So much for not thinking about him. But surely he wouldn't lower himself to sleeping with a half-blood servant.' Though Draco.

Harry finished trying on clothes, with everyone giving input on what looked good. Voldemort went up to the counter and paid for everything. Tom was very upset to notice the girl openly eyeing both him and Harry. If she knew who they really were, she would be screaming and pointing. Needless to say, they quickly left that shop and headed over to Flourish and Blotts. Harry wanted some new books, and Voldemort was only too happy to buy some for him. The visit took longer than expected, but everyone left with a bag full of books. Draco, a little disgruntled at having to carry Harry's books, asked if they could go to Quality Quidditch Supplies. Wanting to maintain appearances the adults agreed, it was only normal for two teenage boys to want to go into a sports store.

"What was I thinking, Draco, Raven, give me your bags. I can shrink them all to fit into one." Lucius said.

"Thank you, Mister Malfoy," Harry said politely. Draco didn't say anything, only thinking, 'he should be the one holding all the bags. He is a servant after all.' He huffed and entered the store, Harry following closely behind.

Harry had never been on a broomstick, well he's never really been outside until a few days ago, so the whole idea of quidditch completely boggled his mind. He had read a book on the sport once, but that didn't really capture his interest. He looked dully from broom to broom when he walked past one with red paint that looked wicked fast. All of a sudden a blaring noise was heard.

"We have a winner!" A voice boomed. All of a sudden Harry was surrounded by many people, everyone wanting to shake his hand.

"Congratulations, you have won a Firebolt, the fastest racing broom to ever be made." The owner of the store announced. Once a year the store held a contest, and noise would automatically start blaring during a specified time on a random customer who would win a broom. This year they decided to break records and give away the fastest and most expensive broom, a Firebolt. A picture was taken for the Daily Prophet, and Harry was given the broom free of charge.

To say Draco was a little jealous was an understatement. He had begged his father to buy him a Firebolt since it first came out and has never gotten one. All this servant had to do was walk around and he was given one for free. The unfairness of it all.

Draco left the store, no longer wanting anything. The shopping trip was almost over, they just had to make a stop over in Knockturn Alley for a few things Lord Voldemort wanted. They walked in silence for a little while before Voldemort and Lucius began talking in quiet tones, so no one would overhear them.

"Lucius, did you ever figure out what you want as a reward?" Voldemort asked quietly, truly curious about what a man like Lucius could possibly want.

"I have thought about it, my Lord." Lucius began just as quietly. "Ever since I was at Hogwarts I have wanted a specific someone. My father insisted that I marry into the Black family, he made a non-negotiable agreement to marry me off to one of the Black sisters. The time has almost come for the agreement to be fulfilled, I have a little over a year until Draco is 16, and I can then divorce Narcissa. After the divorce is finalised, I wish to have this person." Lucius said carefully.

"And who is this special person that Lord Malfoy can't get on his own?" Voldemort asked suspiciously.

"Remus Lupin, my Lord." Voldemort nearly doubled over in laughter. A member of the light, a Gryffindor, and a werewolf. He would have honestly never guessed Remus Lupin of all people to capture a Malfoy's cold heart.

"I see. I believe it can be arranged." Voldemort said while looking over at Harry.

While the two adults were talking Harry noticed Draco glaring at the ground. He wondered what is wrong.

"Draco, what's wrong?" He asked.

"You! Why do you get all of that stuff, and I get nothing? I work my ass off in school, I do what my father asks and I still get nothing! You are nothing but a servant, and get treated like a prince, why is that?" Draco hissed quietly.

Harry was taken aback by those words. He didn't know Draco felt that way. He honestly didn't need the clothes, he had never had any before now, so he honestly didn't care for them. Draco didn't seem interested in any of the books, and he didn't really want the broo- oh, that was the problem.

"Draco is this about the broom?" Harry asked.

"Of course, I have been wanting a Firebolt since it came out, and you just get handed one!" Draco said snottily.

"You can have it," Harry said handing the broom over.

"What? I can't take your broom, he would kill me!" Draco said nodding his head in the direction of the Dark Lord.

"He will not! I don't know how to fly a broom, and even if I wanted to learn Tom said I'm not allowed outside." Harry said, once again trying to give the broom to Draco.

"Seriously?" Draco asked hesitating.

"Yes, I have no need for it," Harry said, while Draco finally took the broom.

"Okay, we're here," Voldemort said. They had arrived in Knockturn Alley and were standing in front of Erotica: Toys For Adults.

Draco was intrigued, 'Why would the Dark Lord want toys? Maybe he's getting something for Harry.' Draco thought, obviously not getting the name.

The Dark Lord went in with Harry close behind. Lucius stopped Draco from going in though. "Why can't I go in, I want some toys too?" He said while thinking, 'No fair, Harry gets toys, why can't I have some?'

"Draco, they're not the kind of toys you would want," Lucius said awkwardly.

"Father, pleaaassse?" Draco gave his father the puppy dog eyes that he knew his father couldn't resist.

"Oh fine, but don't say I didn't warn you," Lucius said as he let Draco into the store. He watched in amusement as his son's face went instantly red and his jaw dropped. The shelves and walls were filled with sex toys and books. Oils, vibrators, whips, chains, and outfits were a few of the things in the store. He looked in the other direction and noticed the Dark Lord and Harry looking at some handcuffs.

"I don't want you to get loose, but these ones have a velvet lining on the inside so they won't cut up your wrists horribly. They will still leave bruises but they won't leave you bleeding." Voldemort said into Harry's ear. It didn't matter if they were really related in some way at this store, all different kinds of people came in here to buy things. Fathers and sons, brothers and sisters, everyone. It was Knockturn Alley after all.

"I like them," Harry said. He looked around some more and found some dildos. They had all different kinds, but Harry was looking at the magically powered ones. They were self-fucking, all you had to do was twist a little thing on the end and it turned on. Voldemort picked up an orange one of the largest size and added it to the pile that was growing. They bought 3 different flavours of lube, strawberry, apple, and pineapple. All of which instantly warmed on contact.

Draco's jaw dropped as he saw the pile the two had on the counter. They had the lube, the dildo, massage oils, a vibrating cock ring, a large box of easy-melting chocolates, handcuffs, a whip, a wooden paddle, and some sort of costume that Draco couldn't quite figure out what it was from this angle. 'For some reason, I don't really think Harry is just a normal servant.' Was all Draco could think.

"Alright everyone, it's time to leave," Voldemort said. The two groups parted at the Leaky Cauldron and apparated to their separate houses.