Enslaved

The Unbreakable

The fire was burning brightly in the kitchen at The Burrow, filling the room with a strong heat and causing a comfortable, cosy atmosphere. A summer storm raged outside the house and shards of rain lashed against the glass pane of the window.

Harry sniffed in appreciation at the smell of Mrs Weasley’s chicken casserole that wafted to him from the stove. He half listened to the mindless chattering of Ginny Weasley, the bickering of Ron and Hermione and the tall stories from Fred and George, all of whom were grouped around the table.

Harry wasn’t totally interested in what any of them were saying, he was much more interested in his own thoughts, although he didn’t really want to think them at present, he was left with little other choice.

Dumbledore was dead, Voldemort was well and truly back and that meant full out war had now began. It had began the moment Cedric Diggory had died, although the idiotic Ministry hadn’t had the sense to see that then. He shuddered at the thought of it, war.

War seemed to enter into everyone’s world, he knew there was a lot of it going on around the muggle world, all sorts of it in fact and it always made him feel ill over the summer when he would catch snippets off the muggle news. Maybe part of the reason he always felt ill whenever war was mentioned was because he knew what it was like to lose someone during a war, his parents had died during the first war. Would he go the same way during the second war?

He shivered suddenly at the thought, he was prepared to die if he had to, but all the same, he didn’t really want to die.

A lound rapping on the door jerked him out of his depressing thoughts and back into the now silent kitchen.

Fred and George both rose with their wands at the ready. “Who’s there?” Fred called out.

They all heard someone reply but the howling of the wind drowned out the actual words.

“It’s bound to be someone we know.” Hermione told them all reasonably, “Who the hell would come to attack us in this sort of weather?”

George shrugged and moved towards the door with Fred behind him. He pulled back the heavy bolt and the door swung back out of his hand by the force of the blowing gale before he could stop it.

A figure stood all hunched over on the door step dressed in a long black hooded clock that was soaked through and dripped on the stone step.

“Who the hell are you?” George demanded, “Show your face.”

Slim hands moved to the hood pulling the material away from the head to reveal the face of Pansy Parkinson.

“Parkinson? What the hell are you doing here?” Harry asked standing and frowning over at her.

Pansy entered the warm quickly her windswept hair in a knotted tangle around her face. Her cheeks were red from the wind and she looked scared and anxious. “Potter, I knew you’d be here.” She exclaimed hurrying towards him.

“Me? Why are you looking for me?” Harry wondered glaring suspiciously at her.

“I want to talk to you. In private.” She added shooting and annoyed look at Hermione and Ron.

Harry nodded, “Alright, come through here.” He gestured towards the front room.

Still dripping all over the floor Pansy followed Harry through the house wrinkling her nose at the old furnishings.

“Well?” He prompted once he had shut the door on the rest of the house. He flinched when Pansy raised her wand, but she only muttered a locking and silencing spell at the door.

“I’ve come to ask you a favour.”

“A favour?” He repeated blankly. “You think I’m going to do you a favour?”

“Well, it’s more of a deal really. If you want to take it.” Pansy admitted ringing her hands together and shivering slightly from the wet chill of her cloak.

Harry couldn’t help but notice that her clothes were sticking to her like a second skin. He could easily see the shape of her body and his sharp green eyes picked out the two small bumps at the front of the cloak where her nipples were hard and straining against the material.

Forcing his eyes back to her face he said, “What kind of deal?”

“I want you to promise not to hurt Draco should you come across him, and promise to keep him out of Azkaban if the time ever comes when it is suggested he should be sentenced there.” Pansy told him her voice quivering from the cold.

“Why the hell would I ever agree to that? It’s through him that Dumbledore is dead! What do I get out of it?” Harry demanded heatedly. He was tired of everyone expecting him to do them stupid favours and getting nothing in return. Pansy could work for the Minster himself with this kind of attitude, they wanted him to be some sort of poster boy after everything they had said and done to him, and now this Slytherin bitch was after the same sort of deal!

“That’s were the deal comes in.” Pansy replied looking nervous, her face began to flame and her eyes hardened as she stared across at him. “I’m willing to make the Unbreakable Vow and swear on my magic, as you know, those are two deals that cannot be broken in any way, to be yours.”

“Mine?” Harry repeated staring stupidly at her. “What do you mean?”

“What I say.” She snapped, clearly irritated that he didn’t seem to get the point quickly enough. “I will be yours, your property, your to command and control. Whatever you want I will do, whatever you wish will be my command, exactly like a house elf.” She shuddered at the last part but still kept her hard brown eyes on his face.

Harry knew exactly what Hermione would say if she could hear this. But he knew what Ron would say as well at the opportunity of owning his very own slave, and with those two vows, she would be his always, even after his death she would pass on through the Potter line or to whomever he deemed she was to go to.

Pansy very clearly didn’t like the offer she was making to him, she made it grudgingly, and he guessed as a very last resort. She made it to try to save Draco Malfoy, and Harry had the sneaky feeling that Malfoy wouldn’t really give a dam that she had even done it. He felt a little sorry for her, but at a time in his life where he seemed to have very little control over anything that happened, Pansy’s offer of complete and utter control over, not just something, but someone was a very tempting offer.

“Alright, swear it, and then we’ll make the vow.”

Pansy nodded, she looked both releived that she had acheved her goal and absolutely livid at what she was going to do. “I Pansy Parkinson, do hereby swear upon my magic and pureblood to cast aside all loyalties, of family and friends to be loyal only to Harry James Potter. I swear to obey his every command, to serve him always and become completely enslaved unto him.”

Harry nodded, his approval, “I accept.” He whispered before going to the door and shouting for Ron.

“What’s up mate?” Ron wondered when he entered the room.

“We need someone to do the binding on an Unbreakable Vow.” Harry explained.

Ron didn’t ask questions but nodded his agreement and drew his wand, pointing it at the clasped hands of Harry and Pansy he began the binding as they began the promise.
“Do you Pansy Parkinson promise to listen, command and obey any order I Harry James Potter may give you? Now and in the future?”

“I swear.”

“Do you Pansy Parkinson promise to keep any information you may come across concerning the Order of the Phoenix and The Ministry of Magic from the ears and eyes of anyone connected with the Death Eaters and Voldemort?”

“I promise.”

“Do you promise, to be my slave, now and forever, passing down the Potter line or on to whoever I deem you shall go to upon my death?”

Pansy’s eyes hardened to flint at this last statement and her voice was strained when she replied, “I swear it.”