The Chosen Four

Author's Note:

This story was written due to reading Tsubasa by CLAMP. This is NOT a crossover with Tsubasa but it does, vaguely, pull in some ideals from Tsubasa.

Also, HEED ALL WARNINGS. This fic will contain torture, angst, rape, m/m consensual sex, violence, cursing, D/s, slavery, character deaths, and more. I do get pretty descriptive sometimes, so read on at own peril.

Also, this fic in no way, shape, or form is meant to demean any race, religion, or sexual orientation. It was written for enjoyment and does not reflect my personal views. I am stating this now so in later chapters, when it is brought up, I am not yelled at. If you feel you must rant at me, email me here: Diayma@gmail.com. Don't clog up the reviews.

Again, note all warnings. This story is rated Adult++ for a reason.

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Chapter One:

Harold James Potter eyed the slave caravan in front of him and frowned. Slavery was forbidden in the kingdom of Gryffindor, especially in it's capitol of Godric's Hollow but it did not stop the kingdoms of Slytherin and Ravenclaw from legalizing slavery. He couldn't stop it either, being in Ravenclaw's capitol of Diadem. Rolling his shoulders and sighing in relief as they cracked, Harry moved his horse Gallant forward, intent on bypassing the caravan and continue his way towards the castle to speak with the princess of Ravenclaw, Hermione Granger.

As Gallant moved passed a cage, Harry froze and pulled back on the reins. Lying in the cage, black eyes narrowed in rage and pain, was the most beautiful man Harry had ever seen, despite the dirt and grime covering him. Long matted black hair, a lean and slim body that could do with a few meals due to the bones Harry could see pressing against taut skin. He was well endowed, his cock at least four inches unaroused and he just knew that this man would enlarge to at least eight or nine inches erect.

Sharing the cage with the man was another, who was surprisingly clean. Harry thought it was more than likely because of his unusual beauty though. Waist-length silver-white hair, cold and calculating gray-blue eyes, and like the man's, a body to die for but unlike the man, this one was covered in a pair of silk-like pants and a mud-caked robe which he placed over the first man protectively, eyes glaring at Harry with hatred and disgust.

"My lord?" murmured Ronald Weasley, Harry's best friend and bodyguard since childhood. Harry blinked and looked at Ron, wondering at his reaction to the black haired male. He hadn't had any reaction to another, male or female, since he found out his intended Cho Chang betrayed him with a common thief, Cedric Diggory. Despite the fact it was later found out that Cedric was innocent of all charges and Cho was right in defending him, Harry could not forgive the fact that Cho played him and broke the engagement, which was why he was in Ravenclaw now. Hermione's father, the King, wanted assurances that the kingdom of Gryffindor did not hold Cho's actions against them.

"Get me the caravan master," said Harry, making up his mind in a split second. Ron raised an eyebrow but did as asked and Harry grinned. He was going to get an earful tonight from Ron, and the from his adoptive parents Remus Lupin and Sirius Black when he arrived at the castle.

"How may this humble servant assist you lord?" simpered the caravan owner. By Harry's clothes, entourage, and bearing, it was obvious he was a lord of sorts. Quite possibly from the rogue Slytherin kingdom whose nobility was rumored to be rich enough to buy out all three kingdoms twice over. Harry looked down at the owner, unimpressed as Ron took his place at Harry's side, slightly behind.

"Those two," said Harry pointing at the two men in the cage. The owner turned and growled as he saw the more worthier slave had covered the other one in his cloak. He knew he should've killed the worthless one in their last town but the blond haired one went berserk and nearly killed himself before the Healers arrived. Afterwards, in no uncertain terms, the Healers of the caravan told him that as long as he kept the black haired one alive, the white haired one would be malleable...to a point. He planned on selling the blond haired one in Diadem and then kill the black haired one once they were on their way out.

"Surely I have other, more worthier slaves for your pleasure," protested the owner meekly as he turned back to face Harry. He couldn't have been more than seventeen, eighteen at most and he would not be hunted down because the black haired one killed him. The boy was slight and was more than likely pampered from birth. He would not have this one's death on his head.

"Did I ask for your opinion?" asked Harry mildly as he dismounted from Gallant and approached the two in the cage. The black haired one growled lowly, voice hoarse from screaming most likely while the blond haired one just looked at him, eyes narrowing more as Ron stayed barely two paces behind Harry. Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnagan, Harry's other bodyguards and friends, just watched, amused. They saw that small glint of lust in Harry's eyes when they landed on the black haired one and knew full well the second they all returned to Gryffindor, both slaves would find themselves freed and the black haired one seduced if at all receptive to Harry's advances. If not, Harry would give them both a stipend to get them started and would extend his protection as long as the two stayed in Gryffindor's boundaries.

"No sir, but these two aren't at all obedient," said the owner waddling forward. "I am putting the black haired one to death after I have sold the white haired one." He'll have to separate them now and make sure no sharp implements of any kind were near the blond.

"Ron!" snapped Harry, tired of the caravan owner's attitude. Ron easily stepped between Harry and the owner, hand held out, blue eyes narrowed. The owner opened his mouth to protest but shut it audibly as Ron placed his hand on his sword hilt, Dean and Seamus doing the same.

"I warned you," snapped the owner as he placed the key to the cage in Ron's hand. Ron mockingly saluted at the owner before walking over to the cage and ignoring Harry's amused look, unlocked it himself and tossed the key to Seamus, who caught it and pocketed it with ease. They'll release the bonds from the two once they reach Ravenclaw castle.

"Out," barked Ron seeing the two hesitate but at his command, the blond haired one slid out of the cage, purposefully showing off his lithe body. Harry shook his head in bemusement and walked forward as the black haired man followed gingerly, body stiff and bones aching from being in that small cage for so long. It was barely big enough for one, let alone both of them.

"Their names?" asked Harry to the owner.

"I never bothered to ask," drawled the caravan owner, his tone one of superiority. Harry cocked his head to one side and looked at them.

"Do you speak?" asked Harry. He knew full well that most slaves lose their voices from screaming in pain. The lucky ones willed themselves silent. However, these two stayed silent and Harry, without a care for his safety, grabbed the black haired man's chin gently and glanced at his neck. There's no scars from vocal surgery, so the two must have willed themselves silent. Letting go, not spying the amazement in both men's eyes, Harry turned to the owner. "I'll take them."

"Three hundred galleons for the black haired one," said the owner, stating an outrageous price. "Seven hundred for the blond."

"You'll get one hundred for the black and three for the blond and count yourself lucky." Harry stated coldly. "I don't have to pay you at all for them."

"How dare-" started the owner.

"Silence!" barked Ron. "You will hold your tongue when you speak in his presence!"

"Easy Ron," admonished Harry gently. His friends were always protective over him, more so when they weren't in Gryffindor's boundaries. Reaching into his saddlebags, Harry pulled out three money bags and tossed them at the owner's feet.

"I'll take the blond," murmured Ron in Harry's ear.

"I figured you would," laughed Harry as he gently led the black haired man over to Gallant. When the blond moved to follow, Ron grabbed him by slinging his arm around the man's waist and hauling him up on his horse Cannon. The blond growled and snarled at Ron who only looked at him.

"He's safe with Harry now relax," said Ron sternly but inwardly amused. It seemed like the caravan owner hadn't managed to break the blond, only slightly bruise him. Glancing over to see if Harry was ready to go, Ron grinned. Harry placed the black haired man in front of him, one arm around his waist protectively, the other holding onto Gallant's reigns. The man is still unnaturally silent, eyes lowered to Gallant's saddle horn, hands resting listlessly in his lap. "Hands on the saddle horn," Ron snapped out when he saw the blond move to dismount. "I won't have you spooking Cannon."

The man glared at him but obeyed. It was, after all, a smart order. Spooking a horse could result in injury, or worse death.

"Move out!" roared Harry and Dean and Seamus lead the way on, Harry behind them and Ron behind Harry. The order seemed to relax the blond, as his companion was in clear view of them. Relaxing minutely, Ron turned to study his newest acquisition. How the bloody hell did Harry know? Sometimes Ron swore Harry had precognitive abilities. He spied the blond as the caravan went past and while he wanted him, knew full well that Harry wouldn't stop the caravan just to get a slave...or so he thought.

Remembering the look in Harry's eyes at seeing the black haired man, Ron chuckled lowly. It'll be fun to watch that game when they return to Gryffindor...if the man wasn't completely broken. By his attitude though, Ron was afraid he was. While not impossible to help someone who was broken, it took years of effort and time...something Harry would not have alot of with the possibility of war on the horizon. Something was brewing behind Slytherin's borders and Ron just knew it was going to explode soon.

***
Red eyes flashed in the dark as the slave beneath him whimpered. Smirking, Thomas Marvolo Riddle slammed the knife down and into the slave's heart, killing him instantly and releasing the power gathered. He ignored Mist as she crept in, her own robes covered in blood and gore, licking even more blood from her knife as she waited. Gathering the power to him, Tom released it down into the very foundations of Slytherin Castle and laughed lowly as he felt the Beast awaken in the bowels of the castle's dungeons. Soon his revenge against the kingdom of Gryffindor would be complete and he would rule this world...and continue on to the various other worlds accessible once Gryffindor fell.

"Yes Mist?" asked Tom as he turned around, ignoring the blood and gore covering him as he licked his lips, catching the faint taste of his lover's essence from barely two hours hence.

"The traitors have been bought," smirked Mist. "And by Ravenclaws at that!"

"The spells?" asked Tom as he walked out of the room, Mist at his side. Beyond his lover, Mist was his most trusted adviser.

"Holding steady," said Mist. "Draco is mute, unable to talk at all while Severus is mute and deaf. Only a highly trained Priestess would be able to undo my spells and the only one left in all four kingdoms is in our dungeons, servicing the men."

"How is the Lady Tonks?" purred Tom as they reached the throne room to see his lover sprawled naked over the throne, a suggestive look in his eyes as they landed on Tom. A whimpered moan from the corner answered Tom's question as he realized the whore was none other than the Priestess Nymphadora Tonks. He smirked as he saw Nott and Avery using her for their pleasures. Dismissing Mist with a wave of his hand, Tom stalked up to his lover and pulled him into a deep kiss, smirking at the moan that reverberated around the room and had all stopping to stare at their rulers. Blue eyes glazed with lust looked up at Tom and arched his hips, erection clashing into Tom's and causing both to groan.

"In me, now," growled his lover and Tom eagerly complied, spreading his lover's legs and entering in one smooth thrust, moaning at the slight tightness. He knew full well his lover prepared himself otherwise he would've handed Tom the lubricant. Legs wrapped around his waist and Tom growled before all but bending his lover in half and pulling out before thrusting back in hard. His lover whimpered and arched up into the thrusts, adding his own as counterpoint. They ignored the fact that everyone was watching them, too engrossed in each other.

"Mine," growled Tom lowly before savagely kissing his lover, who wrapped his arms around Tom's neck and returned the harsh kiss. That action sent him over and Tom groaned as he felt his lover's muscles clamp down, hard. One, two more thrusts and Tom flooded his lover's insides with his seed before falling backwards, landed on a cushion of air, his lover on top of him. Glancing around lazily, Tom inclined his head in thanks at his Priest Barty Crouch Jr., who just smiled before turning toward his slave, Percival Weasley of the soon to be defunct Gryffindor kingdom. Percy was a reward to Barty after saving Tom during an assassination attempt by the traitor Severus Snape.

"What did Mist want?" asked his lover lazily as Nott and Avery went back to raping the Priestess. All she did anymore was moan softly in pain and even that was tapering off the more she was abused.

"Severus and Draco have been bought," said Tom, smirking at Lucius's flinch at his son's name. He's known of the underground fighters for months now and at his assassination attempt two months ago, arrested them all including Lucius and Draco. Narcissa was the one to warn him, she being true to Tom's cause. As a reward for her diligence, Lucius was made her slave instead of her husband and she rejoiced in it.

"By who?" asked Barty as he walked up with Percy crawling behind.

"Some Ravenclaw guards," said Tom with a smirk. "Maybe I'll get Cornelias to let me visit to see them broken."

"And me," said his lover, his tone stating a fact.

"And you," soothed Tom and his lover relaxed and turned their attentions to Narcissa and Lucius. Narcissa was allowing Regulus Black free reign of Lucius. Right now Lucius's hands were tied to the table-leg nearest him and pain shot through his eyes as Regulus raped him. Surprisingly Lucius made no sound but then again, the Malfoys were always stubborn. Laughing to himself, Tom laid back and watched his people. No one can stop them. No one.

***
"You aren't as unstoppable as you believe Thomas Marvolo Riddle," spoke a female's voice as she watched the atrocities committed in the Slytherin throne room through her orb of amethyst and black onyx. Her pure-silver eyes flashed with power as she Saw. "For the Chosen Four have been united and through them, and their counterparts, your reign of terror will come to an end." She ran a finger down the orb and it changed, revealing another realm, another world. She smiled as she saw her son sitting with his friends, watching his soul mate through half-lidded eyes. These are the counterparts needed to help turn the tide of war against Slytherin. However, it was not yet time to bring them over, they had their own war with Tom Riddle to solve, yet she could help. Her son had lost his true legal guardian the past summer, she could, at least, bring him back. Taking a deep breath, Aithne Snake; High Priestess of the kingdom of Gryffindor reached through space and time and stepped into her jeweled orb.

~TBC?~

A/N: Feedback will let me know whether or not to continue the story. This was an idea born from reading Tsubasa by CLAMP. I may or may not continue it depending on the feedback I get. It's up to you, so let me know!

Also is it 'blonde' or 'blond'? I've seen both....and am thoroughly confused.