Tattered Souls

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Harry looked at the blond with a sense of awe and couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing there. It wasn’t as if the blond had any reason to be with these people. In fact, Harry had not seen him since the war ended and assumed the male to be dead. The war had taken its toll on all wizards and witches alike, but things were different for Malfoy. When he had failed in his mission to kill Dumbledore, the Dark Lord was furious. It was said that he punished Draco so severely that his psyche was broken to pieces and he gave up the will to live. As far as the wizarding community was concerned, Draco Malfoy was just a memory.



Stepping forward, Darius roughly grabbed the pale figure’s chin and turned his head to get a good look at him. Satisfied with his confirmation as to the identity of the dirty looking whore, he was beside himself with glee. It was about time they found something interesting in the trash of London. “This one. He looks estranged. Tell me, why do you think him special?” The muggle quirked his brow and a grin spread from ear to ear. Darius had made a mistake. He had made the first move.



“What makes you think this is the treasure we hold for you, Sir Darius? Malfoy here is merely another toy, but seeing as you have found special interest in him, I’m afraid we will have to raise our price.” It was a bold move, but not one made without thought. The man had noticed that Harry was stealing glances and looked intrigued, even if he had missed the initial recognition. Malfoy was their hidden treasure but never dreamed it would work this well.



With a scoff, Darius opened his mouth to speak before Harry cut him short. “We do not make deals. A pretty face means nothing to the Master. We need hard work and diligence. I will agree that he looks as if he is capable of medial work, but is he all there upstairs?” Stepping closer, he took Malfoy’s chin in a much more gentle fashion, examining his face and what lay beyond. “His gaze is blank and he’s worn. You’ve put too high a price on him already. You should feel lucky that we will hold our original offer.” With a smirk that could only be described as a Malfoy smirk, he took a step back and motioned for Darius to begin preparing payment.



“Aye, Sir. I’m sorry to have stepped out of my place,” the greasy man said, lowering his head in defeat. If he pressed the matter, he knew their offer would be refused all together. Then, one of two things would happen. They would no longer be dealing with Lord Potter, or they would all mysteriously disappear. One never pushed Lord Potter any more than they laid their own lives out. “The lot is yours for the price agreed.” The seven men shifted uneasily, knowing that they had all been sold once again.



Harry left the room and found his way to his study where he stared blankly at a painting on the wall. As it moved about in its frame, busying itself while being watched, the raven haired man’s mind was reeling. Draco Malfoy was now under his service and he couldn’t even begin to imagine where to start things. Surely he would have to make the male pay for trying his patience as a student. Every turn at Hogwarts seemed to have been thwarted by the blond, and it was about time to get payment. Revenge was sweet.



Some few hours later, the door opened and Darius took a seat on the small sofa next to Harry, nuzzling into his neck. “Harry, dear. You have yourself a new and interesting toy. Tell me. What are you thinking?” Shifting ever so slightly, the Gryffindor allowed full access to the soft skin of his neck and the brunette did not need any more of an invitation. Softly nipping at the skin, he elicited small moans from the other that made his body shiver in delight.



“I’m thinking about all ways one can play with a new toy,” he began, lacing his fingers through the soft hair of his current toy. Darius knew that he had no home inside of the Gryffindor’s heart, but somewhere deep inside he believe he could change that. Harry, on the other hand, had no intention of ever allowing the once ministry official anywhere near his heart. He was merely a way to pass his time. Why pleasure yourself when there was someone one room over willing to do it for you? “I plan on testing his psychological strengths and physical weaknesses. I want to break him in ways he’s never dreamed possible.”



The male’s voice was cold and distant, as if it was nothing to him, another obstacle that would be overcome. It frightened Darius, as he pulled back and looked inquisitively at the other. “You’re going to… break him?” he asked, sitting back and staring blankly. “He’s already broken, Sir. I don’t know if there is much more damage you could inflict.” His tone was that of a small child trying to understand why he couldn’t sleep in the same bed with his parents anymore.



“Darius, need I remind you that what I do is none of your particular business? The prat is not broken, yet. He still has a bit of fire in his eyes. I want to be the one to extinguish that flame.” Moving to the desk, he pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill. Dipping the tip into a well of ink, he began to write a few rules across the parchment. “There will be no use of magic near him. He is not to know that he is back in the wizarding world, Darius. He needs to believe that he his still in the muggle world, unrecognized. No one is to speak my name around him either. The room will be spelled so that anyone who wishes to speak with me will only speak the name William. I don’t want to spoil the surprise.



“He will be blindfolded in my presence and confined to the guest room on the second floor at all times.” His assistant gave him and odd look and Harry explained before he had a chance to even ask the questions reeling in his mind. “I could use a glamour, but what’s the fun in that? I want him to completely break at my hands, not the hands of a glamour. I want him confined so he has no way of finding out his true location. The room will also be a magic free zone. No apparitions will be allowed within ear shot of Malfoy.”



Darius seemed flabbergasted as he watched the other write feverishly. “Harry… what about the other six? What do you want to do with them?”



“I don’t care. Keep them, sell them, or kill them. It doesn’t matter. I have what I want.”



Quirking a brow, the brunette replied, “Kill them? Heavens, Harry. What are you talking about?”



With a sigh of annoyance, he paused his scribbling to look at the pest. “I don’t care what you do with them. They are of no concern to me. Hell, they might rather die than live anyway. Look who they’ve been passed through already. Beside, Darius, it’s not like the idea should surprise you. We’ve talked about what to do with them all before.” Turning back, he added, “Take care of the room for me. I don’t want Malfoy with the others for much longer. He is my toy now and I don’t take kindly to sharing my things.”





Cold and shaking, Draco tried to take in his surroundings. After that Chase fellow had left the room, the bugger named Darius had taken a rough liking to the poor blond. Rubbing his arm, he noticed the light purplish bruises rising to the surface of his skin in the distinct shape of that man’s fingers. Honestly. Draco knew how to walk on his own. This was merely a poor start to a horrid next few weeks. At least, he hoped it would only be a few weeks. Before this, they were shipped and sold within two weeks time to keep from being caught, but this seemed different. This seemed absolute, strange, yet so familiar.



Settling into a corner of the well lit room, he pulled his knees to his chest. The furniture here was beautiful. Every piece seemed to compliment the other in an array of elegance. The room had a very white motif about it, unlike the red room they had been in previously. This one was much different. It had a lived in feeling. The sofa frame was cedar and stained a beautiful cherry red. Like all of the other fabrics in the room, the sofa was embroidered with a cream coloured design that left Draco feeling like he’d been here before. He couldn’t place it, but there was a feeling in the air.



Just as his mind was about to grasp hold of what teetered on the edge of his mind, he was snapped back the reality he was in. Darius had returned and was looking quite flustered. Good, the prick had gotten what was coming to him. Their eyes met for a second and that was all it took for Draco to understand the feelings swimming through the other male. Quickly looking away, he flushed. Why was he loathed by one of the people who had just bought him? Suddenly, he was jerked to his feet and black bagged, once again. ‘That was quick,’ he thought to himself as they pulled him from the room. No one stirred or even cared to look. Malfoy was always the spoiled one.



Almost as if Merlin was smiting him, the bag was removed to reveal a room decorated much like the others, only missing something. “This is your room,” the deep voice of Darius rang, reluctantly. “If you so much as try to leave the room, you will be facing something very close to death. Consider yourself lucky.” The taller male began to approach the blond, causing him to back until the underside of his knees hit the edge of the bed. A hand snaked up to finger the dirty locks of hair while he continued. “I don’t know what he wants with you, but you can be sure I’ll find out.”



Draco choked on what he was sure was his own tonsils as the other inched closer, causing him to lean backward. “I’m sorry, sir. I’m afraid I don’t understa…” Before he even had a chance to finish, his mouth was being covered by a hand and he was pushed to the bed. Squirming underneath the body above him, he whined. This must have been a mistake because Darius grabbed a handful of tresses and pulled back violently, causing the pale Slytherin to scream out.



“Don’t speak unless invited, whore.” The last word was nearly spat as Draco closed his mouth and grunted in acceptance. He would have merely nodded, but he was terrified of what would happen if he even tried to move his head at all. “The master doesn’t want you to see him. Must not like to get too personal with his toys. You’ll wear a blindfold in his presence. The only time you leave this room is when you are with him.” A sneer crossed his face and pulled back more, causing the lithe frame to shutter. “And mark these words. This is the last master you will have.” With that, he threw the blindfold on the bed and stood up, straightening his blazer. “He will be here in about half an hour. Shower, dress, and put that on before he arrives.”



Malfoy nearly let out a cry of relief as the door shut, leaving him alone once again. “The last master…” he whispered to himself, pulling his knees back up to his chest. What could that mean? Looking around, he noticed that the room had a relatively nice feel to it. The wallpaper was a golden floral print that, despite the fact that it seemed like something a sixty year old woman would choose, it was beautiful. The wardrobe was a mahogany wood that stood tall and elegantly. As his eyes followed the decorative engraving to the top, he noticed something in the corner. Upon closer inspection, he realized that there was a camera nestled in the nook. Quickly searching for more, he found that there were three different camera placed within the room. He was being watched. On the wall next to the door was what looked like an intercom box. “I’m like a caged animal,” he said with disgust.



Walking to the bathroom door, he noticed a piece of paper taped to the mirror. As he pulled the small letter off the glass with a pop, he took in the bathroom. It was quite large, sporting a spa bathtub and a glass walk in shower. The sink and cabinet tops where a golden marble that looked clean and new. This place was well taken care of. Unfolding the letter, he was surprised to see a familiar handwriting. “There are closes in the wardrobe for you. Throw your dirty clothes in the hamper and everything will be taken care of for you.”



Draco read the letter a few times over, trying to place the script. Why was it so familiar? He set down the small note and went back to the wardrobe to find a rather large array of clothing. There were black silk slacks, blue jeans, t-shirts, polo’s, and dress shirts. Rummaging through the drawers, he found a selection of boxers, briefs, and socks. “How is it that they are all in my size?” he asked the air as he grabbed a pair of emerald green boxer shorts from the drawer. Running his fingers along the creases of the hanging clothes, he searched for something to wear. Finally settling on a pair of black slacks and a white button down, he closed the wardrobe and began to head to the bathroom.



Just as he stepped on the cold tile of the bathroom, his eyes shot up to examine the ceiling. Upon close examination of the room, he was relieved to find that there were no cameras in this room. At least he was allowed some of his privacy. He closed the door to the bathroom and then hung his clothes on the empty rack next to the towel rack. To shower or to bathe? That was the question. The limited amount of time he had meant that his only option right now was to take a shower. Half an hour did not seem like nearly enough time to take everything in and have a decent shower.



Tossing his clothes into the hamper, he looked at himself in the large mirror. He reached up and ran his fingers across his dirty skin, noticing the way his features had become dull and weathered. The times had not been good to the blond. His once pale, beautiful skin was marred and the sun had taken its toll on the moisture level of the epidermis. He refused to even look at his eyes. With a bit of sigh, he climbed into the shower and closed the fogged glass door with a soft click. The heat of the water on his back made him want to melt and fall through the drain as he closed his eyes.



After washing the hair for what felt like a century yet still not long enough, Draco found his way out of the shower and into his clothes. Before he had a chance to button the shirt completely, he heard a cracked voice enter his room. Realizing that it meant someone was talking to him over the intercom, he hurried into the main of the bedroom. “Please, secure you blindfold. The master will be entering the room shortly.” It was a female voice that made Draco feel comforted, much like a mother does to a small child. Sitting cross legged on the bed, he picked up the string of cloth. It was soft, thankfully, and felt good against his skin. Reluctantly, he lifted it to his eyes and tied it tightly around his head. If there was thing Draco knew about these situations, it was that you never go against a master’s wishes.



It felt like an eternity before he finally heard the door open and close. “Well, aren’t you well trained?” came a voice that seemed oh so familiar yet somehow different.



“Yes, sir.” Draco’s voice wavered slightly. For the past few years, he had been taught how to handle these situations. Taught to behave. He was made to be numb.



Harry approached the bed, standing at the foot of it to admire his prize. “You are thin,” he said matter-of-factly, taking in the appearance of the blond. The shower had done wonders for him, but what he really needed was along soak and a healthy meal. “I expect you to eat at least three times a day. I will have Darius tend to you for that.” Noticing a slight twitch at the name, he took a seat on the bed. “I suppose you noticed the cameras?”



Draco nodded and said, “I did, sir.”



“William. I want you to call me William. I have enough people to call me sir.” He sounded exasperated. “I saw what happened earlier, and I think you should know. I don’t like sharing my things. You will not have any relations with Darius.”



Taken aback by the fact that Harry sounded as if the Slytherin were to blame, he opened his mouth to retort before quickly remembering his place. “I understand.”



“Good…” His voice sounded warm and inviting. Leaning forward, Harry gently pulled water from the lockes. Impressed by the fact that the other didn’t pull away, he found himself wanting to test the blonde’s limits. He stood up and wrapped his arm around the small waist, pulling Draco to his knees, and pressed their bodies together. A small gasp escaped the delicate lips of the thin male and the raven haired man’s mouth curled into a leer.



Pressing their lips together, he savored the feeling of the two locked together as his tongue snaked across the other’s lips. Granted permission, he quickly dominated the kiss. He tasted every crevice of the male’s mouth before he let his hand travel across the body. Just as his hand met the bare flesh of chest, he felt Malfoy pull back ever so slightly. It would have been unnoticeable to anyone not trying to notice. Immediately, he broke the kiss and took step back.



“You are a good actor, but not that good. Sleep tonight and tomorrow we will see just how far your skills can take you.”



The sound of the closing door meant that Draco could remove the mask, but instead he just fell backwards on the bed, breathing heavily. Everything had felt so right, so perfect until that one moment. The moment he realized that he was being toyed with. Ripping the blindfold from his eyes and throwing it to the floor he resisted the urge to scream. He was locked in a beautiful prison only to be some man’s toy, and for a minute he thought he liked it. Why? Why did he have to feel like that? Why did William have to feel so familiar and warm?



Tucking himself in, he felt the thoughts overwhelm him until he finally drifted to sleep.













A.N. – I don’t really like this chapter. I’m not a good story starter. I sort of prefer jumping in the middle after everything is set, so please, bare with me.