Slave
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Category:
Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
6,796
Reviews:
2
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.
Slave
Prologue
The War is over, or so they think, the Dark Lord has triumphed. Death Eaters are now the rulers of this world. Hogwarts is no longer a sanctuary for the good, it is now a place where only Purebloods are allowed to learn and they are taught the Dark Arts. Those whose blood is not pure are slaves and whores to the Purebloods. They are no longer human. Those Purebloods that sided with the light are either dead, in prisons or property of the Purebloods. Muggles are facing extinction, no one can save them.
I entered this world through a rip in space and time. I fell from my world and became a fixture in this one. I feel that I am the cause of this horror, because this is not how things turned out in the books. If I wouldn’t have warned Hagrid, things would be different. To sacrifice one for the entire world was incomprehensible to me. I lost my new family, my friends and everyone I cared for.
I am now a slave, I have no name. I am a traitor to the blood, a traitor to the Dark Lord. Luckily, I am not a whore, my disfigurements ensure that, but I am nothing. I scrub the floors of my master’s manor, I dress his wife and raise his child. I am not permitted to speak of Harry, or my brother Ron. My once-great mind is being lost to monotony. No one will speak to me for I am tainted, a member of The Order. I am lucky to be alive so I bite my tongue when the Master calls me ignorant and insults my family’s name.
I must wait for redemption, for the savior to rise again. Harry is alive and I am one of the few entrusted with that knowledge and I guard it with my life. I am biding my time until I am saved.
The War is over, or so they think, the Dark Lord has triumphed. Death Eaters are now the rulers of this world. Hogwarts is no longer a sanctuary for the good, it is now a place where only Purebloods are allowed to learn and they are taught the Dark Arts. Those whose blood is not pure are slaves and whores to the Purebloods. They are no longer human. Those Purebloods that sided with the light are either dead, in prisons or property of the Purebloods. Muggles are facing extinction, no one can save them.
I entered this world through a rip in space and time. I fell from my world and became a fixture in this one. I feel that I am the cause of this horror, because this is not how things turned out in the books. If I wouldn’t have warned Hagrid, things would be different. To sacrifice one for the entire world was incomprehensible to me. I lost my new family, my friends and everyone I cared for.
I am now a slave, I have no name. I am a traitor to the blood, a traitor to the Dark Lord. Luckily, I am not a whore, my disfigurements ensure that, but I am nothing. I scrub the floors of my master’s manor, I dress his wife and raise his child. I am not permitted to speak of Harry, or my brother Ron. My once-great mind is being lost to monotony. No one will speak to me for I am tainted, a member of The Order. I am lucky to be alive so I bite my tongue when the Master calls me ignorant and insults my family’s name.
I must wait for redemption, for the savior to rise again. Harry is alive and I am one of the few entrusted with that knowledge and I guard it with my life. I am biding my time until I am saved.