Harry's Slave

Harry woke to a bussing sound the next morning. He yawned and rolled out of bed and walked to the door. He opened it and saw a beaten Draco. He blinked and allowed him to come inside. Harry then asked.

“Why are you here? You hate me.”

“I need help. My master threw me out. He lives down the street. Please don’t hurt me.”

Harry blinked and nodded. He sighed and led Draco into the living room and conjured a chain and chained him beside the fireplace. He then walked and grabbed a blanket and pillow and laid them down for Draco to lay on. Harry then walked out and went into the bedroom and lay down.

Draco quivered. He wondered what he was thinking. His master had hurt him and thrown him out he had even removed his tags first. He was scared. He knew if he was caught he would be taken to a camp and broken before he was sold again. He had ran to potter’s home. He had been walking along when he saw the Potter home symbol. He had walked and hoped that Potter would be kind.

Heero woke closer to dawn. He yawned and stood. He stretched and walked from the bedroom down the stairs. He no longer limped his injuries were healing well. He saw Draco and whimpered. He then continued into the kitchen knowing better than to speak to another slave. He got out some eggs and bacon and started to cook them. He made more than normal figuring the slave would also have some with them. He had realized that Harry split his food with him. He was grateful.

Harry woke and yawned then shook his head and walked into the living room. He walked over to Draco and sighed.

“I have to take you in. I’ll buy you. Your mine.”

“I don’t want to be a slave you bastard. I am no one’s toy.”

“I see. This is why you were thrown onto the street you ungrateful brat. No food for you today. Your already beaten I won’t add to it.”

Harry then walked into the kitchen and sat down.

Heero served his master and grabbed a second plate and sat it beside his masters. He then kneeled at his owner’s feet and waited.

Harry laughed and took the plate and filled some food onto it. He then laid it on the floor in front of Heero and said.

“Eat.”

Heero dug into the food at the command. He finished quickly and walked to the sink with the plate and started to wash. He grabbed his master’s when he was done and washed it as well.

Harry sighed and walked and grabbed Draco. He then disaperated them into the department of slave affairs. He walked into the main office and led Draco beside him. Harry spoke.

“I found him. He is mine.”

“Very well then. No tags I see. Must be a stray. Alright. Fill out the forms and he is yours.”

Harry nodded and filled out the forms and signed at the bottom. He then led Draco into the infirmary he wanted to check on Serverus. He sighed and realized his potions teacher also needed a good home. He looked to the nurse. He could separate Draco from the last of his living family.

“Serverus will not go up for sell. When he is healthier he comes home with me.”

The nurse nodded and Harry left. He disaperated back home and retied Draco up. He then slapped his slave hard.

“You will learn manners Draco. I will not beat you to death. But I will punish you. You are mine now. Am I clear?”

Draco spat.

Harry growled and backhanded him again then stormed into the study and sat down and began to work.

Heero whimpered and looked around. He heard the noise and followed his master into the study. He curled up at his feet. He whimpered and said.

“Please no hurt master. Slave sorry Master.”

Harry looked down and sighed sadly. He had frightened Heero. He moved from his chair and sat beside his slave and stroked his hair. Harry said softly.

“I’m not angry with you. I’m angry with Draco.”

“Okay master. Can slave speak to other slave master? Slave be polite master.”

“Yes. You may speak to Draco, Heero. I do not mind. Soon another slave will come. His name is Serverus. He is a older man. But family to Draco.”

“Alright Master. Thank you master. Slave obey master. May slave go and speak to Draco now master?”

Harry nodded and got back into his chair and started to work again.

Heero stood and walked slowly back down the stairs and sat down in front of the pissed off Malfoy. Heero cocked his head and whimpered. Then spoke.

“Why so angry? Master never beat you. Though someone did.”

“I could say the same thing to you. And why wouldn’t you talk earlier?”

“I did not have master’s permission. I did not wish to anger him. Though he is mad at you. And master has helped me. He hasn’t harmed me.”

“I know he’s mad and I could care less. I’m not going to submit and become a toy. I will never obey him. I will always fight back.”

“You need to learn your place. Master will show you. Master may harm you. You need to be nicer to master. He is not cruel so far.”

“So you say. He likes you. He hates me. He always has. Ever since school. I knew him those years ago. Then I became a Death Eater. Now that I think about it why don’t you have a dark mark?”

“Because. I am no Death Eater. I am Voldemort’s son.”

Heero then turned and left a stunned Draco. Heero walked up the stairs and into the bedroom and lay down in his blankets and curled up and got warm. He sighed in content and drifted into slumber.

Draco blinked a few times. Then slowly got his voice to work. He gulped then started to curse everyone. He swore up and down.

Harry heard and stormed down the stairs. He walked into the living room and gagged Draco. Then he dragged him across the hall into a room and tied him up. He whistled for Heero.

Heero whimpered and heard. He quickly got up and walked into the room and paled. He cowered and asked.

“Master? What did slave do wrong Master?”

“Nothing. I want you to watch what Happens to a disobedient slave. Now go and kneel. I’m not punishing you.”

Heero cowered and walked into a corner and knelt. He kept his eyes focused on Draco.

Harry grabbed a whip and sighed and brought it hard against Draco’s back. He gave his slave 10 lashes. Then he walked around to is front and opened a box at his feet and pulled out clamps. He undid the gag on Draco and said.

“If you wish to beg. I suggest you start now.”

“I’ll never beg from you… you…. fucker.”

“Fine. I gave you a chance.”

Harry then withdrew a large clamp and shredded Draco’s clothes. He then placed the clamp onto his slave’s cock. He then attached one to each nipple. He sighed and walked out and noticed Heero followed. Harry placed a silencing spell on Draco and said as he left.

“Beg Tomorrow when I come back. Otherwise they stay on. I hope you have learned some manners.”

Harry then led Heero back into the bedroom and Harry lay down and went into a light sleep.

Heero shook. He never wanted that to happen to him again. He had gone through that so long ago before slaves had some rights to not be beaten to death. He remembered holding out for months until the pain was to much and he broke. He lay on his bed and drifted into sleep whimpering from memories.

Meanwhile Tears escaped Draco’s eyes. The pain was to much. He knew he had to place his pride behind him. But he did not desire to become a slave. He would not submit. He told himself. But he realized that he didn’t have the upper hand Potter did. He knew his master would keep it as well. Without his wand he was helpless. He was a pet. He sighed in silence and stopped the screams. He knew he made no sound. He then passed out from the pain vowing that he would behave when his master returned.

Meanwhile in the slave infirmary Serverus woke. He whimpered and shook. He looked around and realized he was bandaged he had believed the rescue was a dream. He sighed and saw that he had tags attached to his collar. He sighed again and wondered who his master would become. He knew he would find out soon and most likely return to hell.