To Thee I Bestow
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,354
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Beauty of Power
Hey, Guess what?
I've got the next installment of the challenge response series about halfway done.
Here's the challenge I'm responding to right now;
Sub!Harry, Dom!Draco, AU - Draco is a prince and Harry is a slave. There is no Voldemort but Harry's parents are still dead. Story starts at the slave market where Draco buys Harry. It should be mpreg so the two can be together in the end. ((Course it won’t be quite that simple.))
And here's an un-beta'd sneak peek if you're interested.
There are men who earn power, men who take power, and men who are forced to have power. The latter of the three are, more often than not, the ones who despise the world they live in. They despise the fact that they are forced to be cruel, forced to punish, and forced to kill. There is a way out though, that not many have been successful in discovering. (Dracos Pet, 2008)
The Beauty of Power
The dirt sifts off of the shovel as it’s moved a few inches over the ground. It’s tossed into the two fresh holes. Hollow thuds echo through his ears. He closes his eyes and covers his ears to try and stop the tears. His eyes were no longer a vibrant green. They seemed to have died with them; died with his parents.
The boy flinches when the dirt continues until he can no longer hear it hitting the wood. He turns away to leave when he’s grabbed by a sore arm. He tries to jerk it away and looks up at the man who grabbed him. “S-sir?” he asks, knowing that the man is of higher class. Yellow, crooked teeth are shown in a gruesome, pitiful excuse of a smile. “You’re coming with me. Your parents had debts that you need to pay.”
Fear runs through the boy as he fights the urge to struggle free. The man sneers at the boy. “Come on then.” He growls dangerously before pulling the boy away, not giving him a chance to look back at his parents’ fresh graves. The boy kicks and screams, trying to escape the strange man. He cries out sharply when a meaty hand connects with his cheek, causing him to wheel around as much as his body would allow. He whimpers and continues to struggle. Ignoring the boy’s protests, the rather large man yanks on the boys arm, potentially pulling it from its socket as he waddles away with the boy behind him.
“Mother! Father!” he cries out as he looks behind him at the graves, somehow hoping that it was all a lie and they’d suddenly pop out and save him. Fresh, hot tears start to fall from the boys defeated eyes.
I've got the next installment of the challenge response series about halfway done.
Here's the challenge I'm responding to right now;
Sub!Harry, Dom!Draco, AU - Draco is a prince and Harry is a slave. There is no Voldemort but Harry's parents are still dead. Story starts at the slave market where Draco buys Harry. It should be mpreg so the two can be together in the end. ((Course it won’t be quite that simple.))
And here's an un-beta'd sneak peek if you're interested.
There are men who earn power, men who take power, and men who are forced to have power. The latter of the three are, more often than not, the ones who despise the world they live in. They despise the fact that they are forced to be cruel, forced to punish, and forced to kill. There is a way out though, that not many have been successful in discovering. (Dracos Pet, 2008)
The Beauty of Power
The dirt sifts off of the shovel as it’s moved a few inches over the ground. It’s tossed into the two fresh holes. Hollow thuds echo through his ears. He closes his eyes and covers his ears to try and stop the tears. His eyes were no longer a vibrant green. They seemed to have died with them; died with his parents.
The boy flinches when the dirt continues until he can no longer hear it hitting the wood. He turns away to leave when he’s grabbed by a sore arm. He tries to jerk it away and looks up at the man who grabbed him. “S-sir?” he asks, knowing that the man is of higher class. Yellow, crooked teeth are shown in a gruesome, pitiful excuse of a smile. “You’re coming with me. Your parents had debts that you need to pay.”
Fear runs through the boy as he fights the urge to struggle free. The man sneers at the boy. “Come on then.” He growls dangerously before pulling the boy away, not giving him a chance to look back at his parents’ fresh graves. The boy kicks and screams, trying to escape the strange man. He cries out sharply when a meaty hand connects with his cheek, causing him to wheel around as much as his body would allow. He whimpers and continues to struggle. Ignoring the boy’s protests, the rather large man yanks on the boys arm, potentially pulling it from its socket as he waddles away with the boy behind him.
“Mother! Father!” he cries out as he looks behind him at the graves, somehow hoping that it was all a lie and they’d suddenly pop out and save him. Fresh, hot tears start to fall from the boys defeated eyes.