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I'm A Slave for You	By : BlackGargie Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > General Views: 26597 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Now, we have come to the part where Harry�s going to
spend his first hours in Hogwarts. I�m sure you�re wondering throughout this
whole story why is it that everyone seemed to come and go in Hogwarts and the
Ministry so easily, especially Severus and Draco. Well, technically, since this
is AU, we sort of decided that certain people, like them, for example, live
rather close to Hogwarts and rather spend their money on Floo powder or personal
carriages than actually spend it on staying in the school hostel. Only those
who live far away from Hogwarts or come from halfway across the world (or maybe
in a farm) have to stay in the school. So there. That should
clear things up. Wondering how Harry�s gonna fit in? You�ll have to read on.

Disclaimer: We do not own Harry Potter and its characters,
but we do own this story!

I�M A SLAVE FOR YOU

�� Harry looked around Albus� office
curiously. It was the first time he had been to the school where his Master
worked, and now that he was with Albus his new Master (he had wished to be in
Severus� office instead of here), he could�ve sworn he
had never seen so many books in his life.

�� Getting acquainted with Albus alone
was a tough one. Despite the fact that Albus was trying hard to be nice to him,
he couldn�t help but being wary about him. Experience taught him that nothing
is what it seems, and he had a bit of a hard time trusting the old man. It just
didn�t feel right to be with other people knowing that he would not have
Severus to return to. He kept a considerable distance from Albus as soon as he
woke up from the effects of the sleeping spell, refusing to answer any of
Albus� questions and didn�t want to have any eye contact with him all the way
to the school. Even when the old man offered him a sherbet lemon, he didn�t
want to take it. He was not letting his guard down and not taking any chances.

�� Once they reached the school, Harry
was bombarded with a lot of new things around him. For starters, he had never seen
a castle before, especially when his impression of Severus� work building was
definitely not the size of a ancient medieval
building. Secondly, he had never seen so many kids around his age, and others
slightly older than him, walking around chit-chatting with each other as if it
was the normal thing to do. Occasionally they would cast their gaze at him, but
they more or less left him alone while he was walking side by side with Albus.
Instinctively he reached for a hand to grab for security, and he hadn�t
realized that he had been holding Albus� hand until he had reached Albus�
office after walking past other teachers, the mean old caretaker Mr. Filch and
his pet cat Mrs. Norris, a couple of ghosts (which scared the hell out of him)
including Nearly Headless Nick and Bloody Baron, and the poltergeist Peeves
(who tickled his ribs as it passed him).

�� I�m glad you�re acquainted here,�
Albus smiled at him. �Now, your room is through here,� he pointed towards the
far end of the left where there was a small dark-green door right between two
smaller shelves of books that were marked �Magic Sociology� and �Ancient
Magical Laws�, �I will tell you what else chores you need to do as we go, but
in the meantime, you are to keep this office and our rooms�I�ll show you
where�s mine later�and help out whenever I need you to, alright?�

�� Harry nodded obediently. Then he saw
a huge reddish-yellowish orange bird that was perched just right beside Albus�
work desk. He wanted to reach over and pet it but was afraid that the bird
would peck his eyes out or something. Fortunately it eyed him with interest as
well before leaning down its head to allow him to pet it.

�� This is Fawkes, my phoenix,� Albus
said. �Looks like he has taken an interest to you. Go
on, you can pet him. He�s very friendly.�

�� Harry smiled and reached up to pet
Fawkes. Fawkes leaned in to touch beak with his nose, making him giggle.

�� Well, I must go and talk to a few
students. Be good while I am away, alright, child?�

�� Harry nodded and continued to play
with Fawkes. Albus, after making sure that Harry was alright alone, walked off
his office to find the speech teacher and reading and writing teacher for
Harry.

�� And he knew just the right person to
look for.

--:--

�� Ronald Bilius Weasley and Hermione
Jean Granger are in the school library doing their assignments. It was almost
the mid-term and they were swamped with mid-term assignments that probably
piled up all the way above their eyebrows, and Hogwarts� most renowned couple
were there wrecking their brains out trying to answer all the tough questions
given mercilessly by their professors. Well, at least one of them was actually
wrecking his brains out. The other was all smooth sailing as she finished her
second last piece of homework for the day.

�� This couple was no stranger in
Hogwarts. They were known as the �Old Married Couple� of Hogwarts because they
behaved like one, even though they were only engaged to each other. Technically
they were childhood friends due to the fact that their parents were very close
business liaisons. Mr. and Mrs. Granger were professional Muggle dentists and
they work part-time as an information provider for Mr. Weasley�s job as a
member in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office. According to some of Ron�s
many extended relatives recollecting their nostalgia during a family gathering
to celebrate Ron and Hermione being sorted to the Gryffindors, the meeting
between the Grangers and the Weasleys was pure coincidence when Arthur
Weasley�Ron�s father�was on a mission along with a few Aurors to arrest a
fellow wizard who stole an M-16 from the artifact office to try it out on
Muggle civilians and just so happened to pick the Grangers� clinic as a target
practice. They managed to arrest the wizard before he hurt more people and
spared the Grangers from turning Hermione into an orphan.

�� The next time they met, Dillian and
Veronica Granger�Hermione�s parents�were at the park reminiscence the incident
that happened at their clinic when they saw their little girl squabbling with a
little redhead boy named Ron about the lollipop she was eating and soon came
across Arthur and Molly Weasley, and the rest of their friendship was history.
Arthur taught Dillian and Veronica how to spot and differentiate between
wizards and Muggles and they helped him to provide him with information about
Muggle items and any wizard or witches who may be misusing Muggle items to do
the world harm, and their children Ron and Hermione were as close as peas and
carrots. It was Ron who discovered that Hermione was a Muggle-born when she
levitated a chair quite by accident when they were 9 and helped her through
adapting life as a witch. Seeing that they were inseparable, the Granger family
and the Weasley family decided that they should get engaged on their 12^th
birthday. The kids were both rather apprehensive about this and obliged to this
proposition out of respect for their parents at first, but as they continued on
life as an engaged couple in Hogwarts, they slowly developed romantic feelings
for each other, and when Ron defended Hermione when Draco called her a Mudblood
and rescued her when Viktor Krum�Durmstrang�s representative during the
Triwizard Tournament (in which Hogwarts won, by the way, thanks to Cedric
Diggory) during their 4^th year�tried to sneak his way into Hermione�s
pants, Hermione knew that he was the only man she was willing to spend the rest
of her life with.

�� Mione,� Ron voiced out,
scratching his head trying to figure a way out of the Divination subject. �How do you describe a catastrophe that happens when Venus and
Saturn aligns?�

�� Hermione shrugged, �I
never took that subject. It is not very logical. Just come up with something.
She is always predicting your death anyway. Why do you even take that awful
subject?�

�� Because I think it�s fun to try and predict the future. I was hoping that I
would be able to predict,� Ron lowered his voice for this, �how many kids we�re
gonna have.�

�� Very funny, Ron,�
Hermione blushed as she threw the cap of the ink bottle at him, barely hitting
his chest. �One thing�s for sure, I will not consider having kids until I make
it into becoming a Minister in the Ministry.�

�� High ambitions, don�t
you? Alright, then I�ll write �Prof. Snape will have an accident in the lab,
causing him to sprout out hideous boils and die drowning in his pus�. How�s that?�

�� Ron!� Hermione scolded,
but could hardly stop laughing at Ron�s so-called prediction. Madame Pince had
to hush her to keep her in line.

�� Hey, that�ll teach him
to take off my points just because I forgot to sprinkle the garlic dust into my
potions last week.�

�� Yes, but you did turn
your eyebrows multi-colour for an hour after that explosion, and sent almost
half the class home with every hair on their bodies, including you-know-where,
into rainbows that lasted for a week.�

�� Well, yeah�but that�s
not the point,� Ron grumbled, scribbling down his �prediction� anyway. �Point
is he�s being a git, and I�m getting back at him.�

�� Sure, Ron, whatever you
say,� Hermione rolled her eyes in defeat.

�� Good afternoon.
Studying hard, kids?�

�� Hermione and Ron looked
up to see Albus Dumbledore, their Headmaster, looking over their shoulder with
his usual grandfatherly smile. They smiled back at him.

�� Hello, Headmaster
Dumbledore.� Hermione made way for him to sit down, in which Albus politely
declined.

�� Hi
there, sir. What brings you here?� Ron asked.

�� Well, I�d like you to
meet someone,� Albus replied. �Why don�t you kids come with me to my office?�

�� Sure,� Hermione replied
as he put her books in her bag.

�� Aye aye, cap�n,� Ron
followed suite and quickly followed behind Albus. Any excuse is a pretty good
excuse to skip homework. Hermione also followed behind him.

�� Meanwhile, Harry stared
at all the books in the shelves in the office, with Fawkes perched nicely on
his shoulder. He and the phoenix had gotten acquainted quite well and seemed as
if they were old friends. Fawkes had even sort of introduced Harry to the
Sorting Hat by bringing it down for him to play with. Of course, the old bag of
cloth and fabric didn�t like being manhandled without a reason and Harry was
horrified to see a hat that can talk, but overall, Harry adjusted rather
quickly and even tried the hat on. The Sorting Hat was surprised that Harry
didn�t have the academic qualifications in his mind to be sorted and was rather
overwhelmed by the complex mentality and child-like personality he had due to
his traumatic past, but it deduced by whatever he could muster from Harry�s
head that he would probably suited to be Slytherin.

�� Harry, I have brought
you some visitors.�

�� Harry turned to see
Albus leading two teens who were about Draco�s age into the office. He quickly
cowered back a little at the sight of them, his heart thumping wildly as he
wondered whether he was going to be switched masters again.

�� Jumpy little fella,
ain�t he?� Ron commented.

�� He looks kinda cute,�
Hermione smiled.

�� Don�t be scared, Harry.
Come here,� Albus gestured him to come closer. �These are friends.�

�� Harry gave him a �Not
new Masters?� look.

�� Just friends, Harry,
don�t worry. This is Ms. Hermione Granger and Mr. Ronald Weasley.�

�� Hi, kid,� Ron greeted
good-naturedly while Hermione waved and gave him a reassuring look.

�� Harry slowly came closer
to the trio. As Ron and Hermione held out their hands to shake, Harry couldn�t
help studying them from head to toe. His impression on Ron was a rather
geeky-looking kid who had the reddest hair he had ever seen and probably was
attacked by a freckles epidemic. The redhead looked almost unsure about
himself, but at the same time, he was very friendly and seemed to be quite
approachable enough. His impression on Hermione, on the other hand, was a
beautiful, smart-looking young lady who would probably win some sort of beauty
pageant contest, only that her intelligent looks were much more dominant and totally
beat the theory of �brawn without brains�. He began to like them already, but
to Hermione a little bit more.

�� Children, this is Harry
Potter,� Albus introduced Harry to the couple. �From now on, he will be my
personal slave and will be doing the menial work around Hogwarts alongside with
the hired help. Ms. Granger, I was hoping you could be Harry�s speech coach
while he is here. Sadly, due to his unfortunate upbringing when he was still
with his Muggle relatives, he had a speech impediment. He can only say a select
few words, so it�s going to be a little hard trying to communicate with him
unless he at least knows the basic of normal conversation.�

�� Well, sure, I guess,�
Hermione replied. �I have most of my assignments done anyway. I think I can spare
the time to teach him.�

�� What can you say,
Harry?� Ron tried to test the boy out.

�� Mah!�
Harry smiled widely.

�� That, I believe, would
mean �Master�,� Albus noted.

�� Anything
else?� Ron asked.

�� Harry thought for a
while, then grinned and said, �Fuck!�

�� Well, that is not a
good word to say in public, Harry,� Hermione blushed in the midst of an
awkward-looking fianc� and an amused old Headmaster.

�� Harry giggled and said
another word he had perfected from his Master�s teaching, �Love.�

�� Well, that�s a nice
word to learn,� Ron grinned. �At least he got this word right.�

�� Much better than the
other one,� Hermione noted. �Any other words?�

�� Harry thought again for
a moment before saying, �Bai-bai.�

�� Bloody hell, he�s a
tough one!� Ron groaned.

�� Well, basically he has
as much speech as a baby starting to talk,� Hermione came to a conclusion to
Harry�s condition. �We will have to start with the basics.�

�� Oh boy,� Ron rolled his
eyes. �Does he even know how to read and write?�

�� No, he does not, I�m
afraid,� Albus replied. �Like I said, he had a rather�unfortunate upbringing.�

�� Bloody
hell! We�re really going to have to start from the basics beyond the
basics.�

�� Picture cards,�
Hermione suddenly suggested after being silent for a moment.

�� Picture
cards?� Ron asked, curious.

�� When I was a kid, I
learned from cards that had a picture on it. First Mother would show me a
picture card, then she would say the word and made me
repeat after her. Soon I began matching the word with the picture and learnt
the word by seeing the real thing.�

�� So we�re gonna use the
Muggle way to teach him, Mione?�

�� Well, I don�t know how
wizards learn, Ron. Want to put your input in?� Hermione gave him a sideways
glance, her arms folded across her chest. Harry looked from back to forth,
listening in to their conversation (bickering was more like it).

�� Aw,
c�mon, Mione. I was just saying. I meant no offense. It should work, I
guess. We just learn what our mothers teach us, reading the ABCs. It�s standard
procedure.�

�� Oh yeah?
What was your first word then?�

�� I can�t remember that
far back!� Ron said, flailing his arms in the air in exasperation.

�� OK, never mind. Wrong thing to ask. You have the memory span of a goldfish
anyway.�

�� Ron glared at her with
an angry pout at that retort. Hermione flashed him a �You�re too old to pout,
Ron� bored look, in which Ron shot a �Yeah, whatever� look back at her. Harry
giggled at their wordless bickering. He found it amusing that they could
communicate with each other with just the look on their faces. It kinda
reminded him of how he communicated with Severus.

�� Alright
now, children. Settle down,� Albus tried to break the bickering couple
up, understanding now the full extent of why they earned the title �Old Married
Couple� by their fellow peers. �So, Ms. Granger, I assume that you accept the
role of Harry's speech teacher?�

�� Yes, sir,� Hermione
nodded. �It sounds like it would be nice.�

�� Then, Mr. Weasley, I
would like you to be Harry's reading and writing teacher, along with Ms. Granger�s
help, of course.�

�� Me??� Ron exclaimed in
horror. �Why me??�

�� I understand you used
to help your sister Ginny to read and write.�

�� Yes, but that�s because
Mother made me�� Ron�s protest was cut short by Albus� clap on his back.

�� Then it�s settled
then.�

�� Hermione laughed at the
way Ron screwed up his face in annoyance before continuing, �When should we
start, sir?�

�� I think we�ll start as
soon as you write to your parents asking for your teaching materials. Once
you�ve got them, you can start teaching Harry everyday after classes except on
weekends. For now, you can help me show him around school, let him familiarize
with the place. I haven�t had the time to do so. You know how it is with my
line of work, so I�d appreciate it if you do me this favour. Remember to bring
him back here when you�re done, though. I�m sure you�ve just heard my password
to my office by now.�

�� Sure, Headmaster,�
Hermione turned to Harry and asked, �Want to go see the grounds, Harry?�

�� Harry nodded eagerly
with a grin. Hermione held out her hand, in which Harry took it gladly as he
had begun to take a liking to her. Ron got a little jealous at Harry for
holding his fianc�e�s hand and went forward to hold Harry�s other hand.

�� C�mon
then, lad. Let�s go. We�ve got lots to show you.�

�� Harry giggled and
followed them out of the office, leaving a grinning Albus watching Hermione and
Ron looking like parents taking their child on a trip to the park.

A/N: Aww, I think Hermione and Ron make
the perfect couple, don�t you think? Oh, and I made up Hermione�s parents�
name. I dunno what their real names are anyways. I couldn�t even find it in
Wiki. And before you say anything about Ron and Mione�s parents being friends
and them being engaged and all that, remember this is AU. We can create
whatever back story we like about it. I even felt that Cedric shouldn�t be six
feet under, since Harry never existed as a student in the Hogwarts timeline in
this AU world. And personally, I felt like Viktor-bashing. I don�t really like
that brawn-without-brain bloke anyways. Neways, I�m done with this chappie. See
ya in the next one! Reviews plz!
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