Harry's Slave

Four guards surrounded Ginny Weasley. She yawned lazily and got up from her four poster bed, brushing her ginger hair out of her eyes and blinking sleepily at the ticking wall clock. It showed exactly 7 am. It had been seven hours since the 31st of July had started. Seventeen more remained, and then it would be August, and no more guards. They were here for a reason.

31st July was the birthday of You-Know-Who. To spite the light forces, he had taken to kidnapping one young maiden every year for the past nine years. Nobody had been able to stop it. But Ginny was not worried. Sure, Luna was gone, Mandy was gone. Even Katie had been kidnapped. But Ginny had her brothers to protect her.

Her eldest brother Bill had strengthened the wards just last night. He was one of her guards, and the other three were the top three wands of the continent, Fleur Delacour, Victor Krum and Cedric Diggory. All three had been sworn to protect her, and she felt fully safe in their custody.

Giving each of them a nod, she headed to the bathroom to freshen up.

Victor Krum smirked from under his robes. This would be an easy job. He was not Victor Krum. He was the Dark Lord himself, controlling Victor Krum's comatose body. Sure, he had sworn to protect Ginny... from others, but that didn't mean he couldn't kidnap her for himself! He was such a genius. He laughed evilly in his mind.

As Ginny exited from the bathroom, he heard Mrs. Weasley calling everyone for breakfast. "Mamma mia!" he thought, his mouth watering at the thought of finally sampling Mrs. Weasley's cooking. Luna had told great things about her. Apparently, her treacle tart was one to die for. He hurried off after Ginny and entered the dining room, sitting down beside Fred. "Good morning," he said. Fred opened a sleepy eye and half raised his hand in a mute salute before putting his head down on the table and snoring off.

"Fred!" Mrs. Weasley shouted. "Go wash yourself up, young man! How dare you just come down in your pajamas!"

"But, mum," he said, waking up, "George's in his pajamas too!" Both Mrs. Weasley and Fleur let out disgusted huffs, and indeed, George was wearing particularly offensive polka dot pink ones. But he was busy gobbling down food.

There was just so much on the table. Blueberry jams, homemade scones, fruit cakes, bulging sandwiches and a delicious pitcher full of warm pumpkin juice. Everyone started on their breakfast at once, and soon chatter broke out.

"Victor," Cedric said from his left, "How're you holding up?"

"Cidd-ric, I'm fine, though I huff been feeling a bit feverish for the past three days. I think I huff the flu."

"Oh, don't worry. It's just the nerves. Nobody wants You-Know-Who showing up on their doorstep, but what can you do? You gotta protect the ladies. I wouldn't have come here if Cho hadn't gone to China. She's my girlfriend you know. But with her there, I had nothing to do, so when Mr. Weasley asked me to pop over, I said yes immediately. My house is just over there, across the dandy hill." he said, pointing to a far lump of rock growing out haphazardly from the surrounding forest.

Harry nodded, then let out a moan as the blueberry jam spread out on his tongue and tickled his senses. "Mrs. Weasley sure makes some good things, Cidd-ric!" he said.

Mrs. Weasley heard that unfortunately, and piled up another bunch of sandwiches on his plate. "Oh, I'm quite full already," he protested, but she would hear nothing of it. "Eat, my boy, eat," she said, "You look like a spindly yew cracker. Our dear Ron was that way too, but look at him now! Here, have this jam too!"

Harry finally rose from the table with his tummy protesting the movement. He lazily waved his wand around, and the ache immediately lessened. Ah, the wonders of magic! He washed his hands and headed to the sitting room, where everyone was settling down, including Ginny.

He gave a short, sharp whistle, and everyone looked up at him immediately. "Ladies and gentlewizards," he said lightly. "I'm the Dark Lord Potter."

Everyone stared at him, eyebrows raised, until he lifted his wand and gave it a miniscule flick. All of them froze in their seats, their mouths hanging listlessly. He let out a high cold laugh.

Suddenly Mrs. Weasley moved forward. She had broken through his Petrification spell. She fell down in front of him, clutching at his robes. "Lord Potter!" she cried, "Lord Potter, please spare my daughter! Take me instead!"

He froze for a second... Now that was a good idea! Mrs. Weasley, seeing the pensive look on his face, surged forward, "Lord Potter, I can cook! I can manage your kitchen! I can look after your children..."

"But I don't have children..!" Harry muttered.

Mrs. Weasley appeared dumbfounded. She said, "But... The Prophet said that you had a hundred children!"

Harry let out a peal of laughter. "Now that's a worthy goal indeed," he said. "But I haven't married yet, Mrs. Weasley."

"I can marry you," a soft voice said.

Mrs. Weasley turned back and gave a gasp. Her daughter had escaped the Petrification spell too. "Ginny!" she said hoarsely, "What're you saying?"

"He's a great man, mum," Ginny said, moving forward, "Luna gushes about him all the time. He treats her really well!"

"Luna! You've been talking to Luna! And... he's a dark lord!" Mrs. Weasley protested.

"I'm a dark lord, not an evil lord, Mrs. Weasley" Harry interjected, "I'll treat her really well!"

Ginny's face lit up in a huge smile. She looked like a fluttering fairy from heaven in that moment. Her sparkling eyes moved to the rest of the crowd, who were still frozen.

She clapped her hands, and they all stood up, their eyes coming back into focus. Mr. Weasley shook his head, straightening his spectacles.

"Lord Potter," he murmured reverently, "But how could you? We put you under the Unbreakable Oath!"

Harry smirked, waving his wand and letting go of his control on Victor's body. It crumpled down in an unnatural manner, and a second later, it was dust! Everyone gave a gasp...

You-Know-Who emerged from the fireplace, and everyone gave a jump. Bill shrunk back in terror. He had never seen such power before. Tweaking the wards as if they were squishy toys! He had personally ensured the Floo's safety the night before.

Harry gave a small laugh, "Oh, I can teach you this trick if you want."

Bill couldn't believe his eyes. He hastened forward and fell down in front of Harry, murmuring his sincerest thanks and ultimate devotion.

Hazrat Ali used to say, "I'm a slave of a person who has taught me even one word."

Hazrat Muhammad used to say, "The best Muslim is the one who treats his spouse the best."

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