Slave

Part One:



“Traitor, bring me my Mink.” The lady of the house commands.



I say nothing and obey. That is the way of things here, never speak, just do. The Master and Mistress are attending a ball at the Dark Lord’s manor. I am to stay behind and care for the child. That is unusual because I am usually brought to the balls so that the Dark Lord can make a sport of me and my scars.



“It is a shame about those scars. We could have made a great deal of Galleons selling you to the Inner-Circle. If only you still had your beauty.” My master dryly comments, like usual, as I wrap the Mink around his wife and hand him his cloak.



“Make sure that Young Master Zabini gets to bed before ten. Otherwise you know the consequences.” The Mistress says as she heads toward the door.



I nod my head and involuntarily shiver. I should be used to crucio by now, but nothing can prepare you for it. Once they leave I head to the nursery and prepare for a night of abuse at the hands of a toddler. The son of Blais Zabini and Pansy Parkinson is as evil as his parents. He knows that he can do whatever her wishes and he does just that.



It is 10:00 and I have just put Young Master to bed. He tired himself out beating me over the head with whatever he could find. We played a game that the Muggles call “pony rides” but the Wizards call it “hippogriff rides.” He used my hair for the reins and pulled out a few chunks. I’m already hideous but a night with Young Master makes me look much worse. I leave his room and head to the kitchens in hopes of finding some scraps to eat. The kitchen staff is kind to me, they usually leave me something. Tonight they left me a pasty and some pudding as well as an entire canter of pumpkin juice. They must have had a lot left over tonight, not a surprise since it was just the staff and Young Master around tonight.



I finish up and hand my dishes to the lone house elf of this household who has managed to avoid execution for being part of the elf-rebellion orchestrated by Hermione. I would clean the dishes myself if only I had my wand, they broke it when I was captured. The Master hates it when I do anything “Muggle” like cleaning. I am heading to my quarters when I hear a cacophony of voices raised in anger coming from the entry way. I slink to the doorway and peek in.



“She is ours, we have earned her!” My Master shouts to a familiar figure.



“She was given to me, The Dark Lord has seen fit to give her ownership to me for my years of loyal service. I have wanted to own her for years, you have no right to refuse this. It is the Dark Lord’s decree.” Lucius Malfoy answered in cool, even tones.



“Traitor! Come here this instant!” The Mistress shrieked.



I walked out of the doorway into the light. I knew I was going to be punished for eavesdropping, even if it would be the last punishment I would receive. The Master and Mistress looked enraged, Lord Malfoy looked amused.



“Miss Weasley, how marvelous to see you. How quickly can you retrieve your belongings?” Lord Malfoy asked with a small smirk.



“She is not going, she belongs to us. You already own that Creevey brat!” Master yelled.



“He belongs to you now. I will personally deliver him tomorrow. I have plans for Miss Weasley tonight.” Lord Malfoy gave me a look of appraisal and seemed satisfied with what he saw.



“Plans? You’re sick! How can you even stomach to look at her? She’s absolutely disgusting.” Mistress shrieked anew.



“You do yourself a disservice by insulting me Mrs. Zabini. I am the Dark Lord’s Leftenant. I did not say that the plans were sexual in nature, it was your own perversion that led you to that conclusion “ Lord Malfoy told Mistress slowly.



My Mistress’ face turned red in her fury and she silently signaled me to present my self at her feet. She looked down at me with a look of disgust and revulsion, then she lifted her elegantly clad foot and kicked me in my disfigured face. I heard the word “crucio” come from my Master and I felt the familiar pain, my bones melted, molten lead poured through my veins and the world was lost in a wash of white. I made no noise and took my punishment as stoically as I could. The only evidence of my pain was my writhing and thrashing. After a few seconds it ended and I presented myself again.



“Why did we do that Traitor? Answer!” My Master yelled.



“Because I was eavesdropping and you don’t wish for Lord Malfoy to take me. You also find me so repulsive that you cannot bear to look at me without causing me the same pain my mere presence causes you.” I answered giving them the real reason as well as the response that pleased them.



“Well…Well…You do have her well-trained. I shall have to retrain her to my specifications.” Lord Malfoy drawled.



“Take her. I’m sick of seeing her horrid face and ghastly arm. Enjoy her, she has caused us nothing but grief.” My Master said as he picked me up and threw me at Lord Malfoy.



I landed at his feet and presented my self to him in the pose of supplication. I cast my head down in the ultimate show of submission. He looked down at me and placed the tip of his cane under my chin. He used the cane to lift until my eyes met his.



“Get your things and return…quickly!” My new master intoned sharply and I quickly rose and almost ran to my quarters.



I entered my quarters and quickly retrieved my duffle bag that was issued to me upon my enslavement. I filled it with every bit of clothing that I had, and my journals. I would never have survived it here without them, they contained too much information and there was no way I would leave them to be found. My duffle bag was pitifully empty when I realized that I was forgetting my most important possessions. I went to the nook that I discovered my first night here, sitting in the back was a cigar box filled with the last of my happy memories. I had a picture of my entire family in Egypt, we all looked so happy, there was also the small Hungarian Horntail figure that Harry had given me. Most importantly the box contained a locket bearing the Malfoy Crest given to me by Draco, before his unfortunate demise, or more appropriately: execution. The locket was my insurance against Lucius Malfoy. He would not harm me if he knew that I had power over the Malfoy Crest. If I died the Malfoy line would die with me. Draco entrusted me with it and Lucius could not fight the bond between the Crest and I.



I placed the box in the middle of my clothes and hastily left my room, eager to leave this house of horrors. If I could have razed it to the ground I would have done so without a tinge of guilt. I composed myself and glided into the entryway with as much grace as I could muster. I wanted to prove to my old Masters that they had not broken me, far from it. Lucius Malfoy was about to learn just how skilled I was at manipulation.



“I see that you take orders well, Miss Weasley. Follow me and we shall go to your new home.” He turned his heel and stalked out of the Manse. I followed quickly so as not to anger him from the offset.



“Wrap your arms around my waist Miss Weasley. I wish for us to leave here quickly and I want you intact upon arrival. “ I did as he asked and I felt a familiar deep pressure that told me we were aparating. I wish that I still had my powers.



The Manor was dark and imposing, just as a Manor ought to be. Lord Malfoy extracted my arms from around his waist as soon as we arrived. I blushed at my inability to perceive his desire. I had always prided myself on knowing my Master’s need before I was told. No words were spoken as he led me into the Manor. A young man, who was nearly emaciated, entered the entryway a moment later.



“I trust your evening went well, Sir?” The young man asked with the tone of a servant. When I heard his voice I knew immediately that it was Colin. I hadn’t seen him since the Final Battle and had assumed he was dead. I was not auctioned off so I didn’t see anyone else when I was brought to Master’s home.



“Exceptionally. Boy, has my bedchamber had the necessary adjustments made to it? Is there a pallet in the corner for my new pet?” Lord Malfoy asked as they underwent the ritual of removing his traveling clothes.



“Yes Master. The pendant is also ready.”



“Good, you may retire for the evening boy. I no longer need your assistance. Come with me Miss Weasley I will show you your new sleeping arrangements.



I remained silent and followed him up the Grand Staircase to his elegant bedchamber. He shut the door behind us and proceeded to put a locking and silencing charm on it. I shivered, I had managed to last this long without being raped, but it appeared that my luck had just ran out. My new Master came behind me and unclasped my hastily thrown on cloak and slipped it off of my shoulders, then he proceeded to run his hands over my body through my clothing.



“Far too thin for my tastes. I must make certain that you become curvaceous again. You had the most magnificent curves Miss Weasley. You had a figure that kept me awake at night. We also must improve your hair, skin and lessen these scars. I will not have my pet losing any use of her face because of disfigurement. I also must get you a new arm. This one is vastly obsolete. Tomorrow I shall send for a mediwizard to fix it but for tonight I have plans.”



My new Master proceeded to reach his hands around to my front and he undid each button in a painfully slow manner. Once the front was open he pushed the material off of my shoulders and brought me in front of a full length mirror that seemed to appear out of nowhere.



“Look at yourself Miss Weasley. You are thin and haggard. You need a thorough wash and several good meals. I thought that Zabini would take pride in owning such a finely crafted specimen, but no, he didn’t look beyond what you lack. Your ribs are clearly visible. I think I will have Zabini demoted, he cannot be trusted with the Dark Lord’s things if he cannot be trusted with his own. I had plans for you tonight, but I need you stronger. I will have an elf draw you a bath, then I shall show you to your bed.”



I stood in front of the mirror after he backed away. I had not looked in a mirror since I was forcibly removed from St. Mungo’s so I was shocked at my appearance. I knew that I was disfigured by a curse, I did not realize how much. The entire right side of my face was lined with scars and my “mad-eye” was the bright blue of cornflowers and did not match my stormy blue left eye. My left arm was cursed off at the elbow and I was given a marble-like replacement. I saw now what Lord Malfoy meant by “obsolete.” The arm looked nothing like a real arm and only emphasized what was wrong with me. I never really noticed my arm before, it was just an arm, not that important. I was also skin and bones my dress had fallen off and my slip was just hanging off of me. I had never been that skinny in my life and I didn’t like it, at all.



“An elf is drawing the bath. What is wrong Miss Weasley? You look like you are in shock. You may answer me.” Lord Malfoy said as he stood behind me.



“This is the first time I have seen myself since I was taken from St. Mungo’s after the war. I wasn’t allowed to see myself. My Master wanted to ensure that I relied on him and Mistress for my description. Though I can see they did not lie. I am completely revolting.” I answered dejectedly as I cast my eyes from the mirror.



Lord Malfoy stepped closer and began to rub my arms.



“When I look at you I am not revolted. I do not see the scars as hideous, I see them as a badge of honor. I see them as proof that the fire you once had has not dissipated. The fire that drew me like a moth. I am a lonely man Miss Weasley, I need a companion and you are the only one I want and a Malfoy always gets what he wants.”



“Did Draco want to die?”



I shut my mouth with a resounding snap. I had definitely crossed the line.



Lord Malfoy threw me into the mirror. It shattered and I was covered in multiple cuts and lacerations. This was treatment I was used to. I dared to look up. He was looming over me like an angry Hungarian Horntail. I was awaiting Avada Kadavra but it didn’t come. Lord Malfoy grabbed me by my throat and hoisted me off the ground. He pressed me against the wall, holding me but not choking me. My feet were getting sliced by the glass.

Lord Malfoy brought his face within an inch of mine and forced me to look into his eyes, eyes filled with rage, anger and a deep resounding pain.



“Don’t you ever, ever speak of my son again. It is because of you that he is dead. I know you persuaded him to join the losing side.”



“Because I was more of a parent to him than either you or your wife.” I had no idea where the bravery/stupidity was coming from. I guess the sorting hat was right when it placed me in Gryffindor, even though I was a professor and not a student.



“You little Traitorous whore. I was going to seduce you, but now that you have shown such insolence I have no choice. You must be punished.”



He released my neck and roughly grabbed my shoulder instead. We were closer to the bed than I realized and in no time I was being violently thrown onto it. I lay there patiently waiting for the punishment that was sure to come. Lord Malfoy stealthily crawled over my prone body, full of contained violence and aggression. He reminded me of a panther stalking it’s prey.



“No fear, no response. Well, well, well maybe the fire I had desired did leave you. I am going to have you tonight and it will be anything but a slow seduction.” With that he ripped my slip from my body and covered me with his clothed form.



I defiantly looked him in the eyes. I was not going to make this easy for him. He did not take the defiance well and he raised himself up until he had leverage and back-handed me. I felt my lip split and my cheek forced into my teeth. Then I felt something that filled my stomach with a cold knot of terror. He slid his knee between my thighs until they were spread far enough for his liking. I heard the sound of cloth rustling and refused to look down. The very last thing that I wanted to see was the organ that was going to rip my virginity from me.



“Master, there is a very important visitor for you in foyer.” A voice spoke from the fireplace.



“I said I did not want any interruptions tonight boy!” Lord Malfoy yelled as he ripped himself off of me and tucked his cock back into his trousers.



“The Dark Lord and his pet require your presence.” The voice, which belonged to Colin, insisted.



“I will be down in a moment.” Lord Malfoy said and Colin disappeared into the flames.



“I am far from done with you traitor, but for tonight I will put your punishment on hold. I need to find a more suitable punishment for you anyway. It appears that pain is not incentive for you. I will have a house elf bring you clothing and heal your wounds. I don’t want you scarring any farther. You are hideous enough.” With that parting shot he left.



I lay on the bed in shock, then I thanked every god that I had ever heard of. He didn’t know that his planned punishment was the perfect punishment. I had endured every pain imaginable except for violation. It would surely break me.



“Professor Weasley? Is you here?” I heard a very familiar voice from my past ask.



“Dobby?” I asked as I lifted my head from the bed.



“It is you! Master said it was, Master so cruel, he tells me Harry Potter’s on the landing, then he kicks me off the stairs. But he is telling the truth. Dobby is so glad to see you Professor Weasley, Harry Potter’s friend.” Dobby was sobbing with joy.



“It’s not Professor anymore Dobby. I haven’t had that title in quite a while. You can call me Amy, though most just call me Traitor. How did you manage to escape execution Dobby? You were Hermione‘s right-hand elf during the rebellion.”



“Master said he wanted to punish me for the sock. You-Know-Who gave me back to Master. I’s punished ever since.”



As Dobby told me everything he came to the bed and set about healing my wounds. He used a charm to clean all of the dried blood and then gave me a potion. The potion was a sickly green color and thick, it smelled like cat urine and tasted worse than anything I had ever tasted in my life. However, it did do the most amazing thing. I felt a squeezing throughout my body and watched in fascination as my wounds slowly pushed the glass shards from my body and healed, leaving my skin smoother than ever.



“Thank you Dobby. Where did the potion come from?”



“You’s welcome Professor. Professor Snape made the potion. He makes all of Master’s potions.”



“Severus is alive?!?”



“Oh, yes. He belongs to You-Know-Who.”



“Poor Severus.”



“Things are not quite as bad as all that Amy.” My head shot up and I saw a vision that clouded my eyes with tears. Severus Snape was standing in front of the fireplace. I was so lost in thought that I didn’t hear the floo.



I leapt off of the bed and threw myself into Severus’ arms. All of my years of pain and anguish came out as I sobbed. He was my best friend, the only one who understood my secretiveness. I helped everyone trust him after Dumbledore’s death, because I knew the truth. I thought he died, along with my family, but here he was holding me in his arms.



“Hush Amy! You do not want to show them emotion. They will use me against you, to remind you of what was lost.” He awkwardly tried to comfort me.



I calmed myself down enough that I stopped sobbing, but I still held Severus like he was my lifeline. At that moment he was.



“You’re alive Sev. Alive…how can this be? I saw you fall, I saw them place your body on the pyre. They forced me to watch them pile you on top of Dad and Bill and Percy and Charlie and Seamus. Then they set you all ablaze. I have your ashes in a locket.”



“I’ll explain it all to you after Dobby gets you a night gown. I may not be sexually attracted to women, but it is still awkward to have a nude woman in my arms.”



Dobby handed me the fine linen night gown and I managed to detach myself from Severus and pull it over my head. Once I was covered, Severus picked me up and carried me to a thick, soft-looking pallet in the corner of the room.



“I assume this is to be your bed, only the best for Lucius’ new pet.” Severus placed me on the pallet. Dobby levitated bedding and once the pallet was made Severus set me down on the pallet and proceeded to tuck me in like a child. It was so comforting, Molly used to do it when I was upset, because she said that I was the only one who still appreciated being mothered. A small pain tugged at my heart when I thought of Mum, but I pushed it back with all of the other pain that had accumulated over the years.



“Tell me what happened Severus.”



“What you saw was all real, except for the fact that Voldemort thought that I was worthless dead and wanted me revived. They saved my body from the pyre just before the flames engulfed everything. Luckily I was hit with a curse from Lucius who didn’t want me dead therefore I was just in a coma. They revived me and I have been Voldemort’s man since. I am his whore, his Medi-Wizard, his slave. Yet I am still alive and may see the day that he is destroyed. Does that answer your question?”



“I’m just so happy that someone is still alive and whole.”



“As whole as can be expected. I’m going to give you a sleeping draught. You have had a very eventful night. I will find a way to visit you, now that I know you are alive I cannot abandon you.” Severus kissed my forehead as he produced a vial and tipped it down my throat.



Almost immediately I fell into a dreamless sleep. I was free, free of pain, free of fear and free of reality. Unfortunately this freedom would not last.



End Part One