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Sir and Lord	By : Meinouda Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 16388 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter one of Sir and Lord! I hope you all enjoy and let me know what you think. I've wrote this three times before I was content with it, so I hope you guys think that this story has potential!

Warnings: mentioning of torture

Disclaimer: I do not own anything of Harry Potter

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Chapter one

One year later

Harry flexed the muscles in his shoulders and bit his lip in nerves. He did not know what he needed to expect from this meeting, but he had a bad feeling about it. If it hadn't been for Hermione he wouldn't even be here. She thought that Harry, as the boy-who-lived needed to be aware of the whereabouts of Voldemort. Harry really couldn't care less. Well…that's what he had told her. In the end, he couldn't let this meeting pass by. He found himself wondering how the Lord was doing, giving the circumstances. He really shouldn't care. He should be glad that someone dealt with the Lord as he deserved…and yet.

Every day there had been an update about the lord his new 'home' in the Daily Prophet. Harry knew that his arch enemy had been handed over to some Dutch rich wizard who was assigned to 'break' him. Many had wanted the man dead of course, but his knowledge about magic was too valuable and so it had been decided that the Dark Lord had to be tamed. Harry had snorted when he had heard that news, than the anger had kicked in. He had spent his whole life trying to fight and eventually kill this madman…and now they were just going to housetrain him? He, as many others, had tried to push a death penalty on the man, or even the dementors kiss. But the ministry was very clear and they were not going to change their decision. At first there had been a lot of protest, but then the first article came and the wizarding community was stunned into silence.

The article was about the technics the keeper of Voldemort used to break him and Harry could not deny the pity he felt for the Lord. Not that he felt a lot of pity…just a little bit.

The Dark Lord Voldemort was treated like a dog, tortured day in day out and denied almost everything. Food and water was a privilege, sleeping, walking, speaking and sometimes even breathing was a privilege. The scenarios that were described in the article, and the articles that followed, were inhumane. No person would be able to endure that…But the Lord did endure it and not only that, he had succeeded in letting the ministry doubt the Dutch wizard because he still wasn't entirely broken. He refused to give information and no-one was able to force their way into the man his head.

Hence the meeting.

Harry wasn't sure about his feelings in this matter. He was still a hero yes, and the public adored him. The war had passed and everybody tried to move on. Hermione and Ron were married, Ginny had found herself a new boyfriend, Luna had started a new newspaper and Neville was on his way to become the new Herbology professor in Hogwarts. Harry had started aurortraining, had finished his seventh year and had even thought about taking the position of DaDa teacher. And yet something was wrong.

It wasn't until he got that letter about the meeting that he knew what was wrong. Voldemort was still alive and the revenge he had wanted to take was still somewhere in his mind. Now, Harry wasn't a very vengeful person and he did not approve of the methods that the man used to break the Dark Lord…But Merlin on bad days he reread every article in hope of cooling this lingering hate and darkness in his body.

Although besides wanting to see the Dark Lord one more time...there was something else that had brought Harry to the meeting. There was one sentence that he would never forget. It was something that Albus Dumbledore had once said.

"We both know there are other ways of destroying a man, Tom. Merely taking your life would not satisfy me, I admit." Harry had whispered them again and again…wondering if Dumbledore had had this punishment in mind when he had said those words. Would his old mentor be content with this punishment? Harry did not see his old Headmaster as a dark, sadistic man, so no. Albus Dumbledore would not have want Voldemort to have this punishment.

Harry did not know if he would find answers by coming to this meeting…but he needed to see his old arch enemy so that he could finally make his decision: let Voldemort stay in his hell or to find another way of punishing the Dark Lord.

Standing in front of those doors, Harry slowly gazed around the hallway. There weren't a lot of people here but Harry knew some of them. Minister Shacklebolt stood with who Harry thought was the keeper of Voldemort. Professor McGonagall stood with madame Pomfrey close to a wall. As Headmistress she had to be here, but Harry could see that she really didn't want to. A few more important looking men, members of the wizardgamot stood in a little group closest to the door, and that was all. Harry kept himself in the shadows, he didn't want to start a conversation.

The keeper of the Lord said goodbye to the minister and walked to the door, glancing at Harry. Recognition flashed in his eyes and the man stopped.

"Harry Potter! My name is Kurt Vanbruggen!" Harry took the hand that the man offered and smiled politely.

"Don't tell me you are here to take over my little pet?" Little? Harry wondered how Voldemort would react when he heard he was referred to as little. And take over? Harry didn't know that this meeting was about giving Voldemort to somebody else…

"Just curious, mister Vanbruggen." The name was funny to say but Harry tried his best and smiled kindly.

"Good good, I won't give him up easily! Regardless what your minister says." He then placed a hand on the doorknob and cleared his throat. The minister, who was now standing with the Headmistress and Pomfrey, saw Harry and nodded slowly. Harry smiled back at them, but stayed where he was.

"Welcome to you all! We are all here to discuss my slave, the Dark Lord Voldemort." People flinched a little and inside a strange sound was heard. Harry frowned and he lifted a hand to scratch his scar. Ever since he had entered the ministry his scar had been itchy, but it wasn't as bad as it used to be.

"When we enter, you will see that there is plenty of room to be seated. Please do not pay attention to my slave, he will only enjoy it."

"He is here!" McGonagall gasped. Kurt nodded.

"Do not worry, he will not pose a threat." The man then opened the door and invited them all inside.

The room was devoid of all furniture except one big table and exactly twelve chairs. No little trinkets were there to find and Harry could feel a strong ward on the room. When entering the room he could feel his magic being suppressed and he heard protests of the other people. Kurt explained that Voldemort, although not having his wand, still was capable of using wandless magic.

Harry took one look at his arch enemy. It was as if lighting struck him, his stomach doubled over and his heart made a leap. His mind needed to process the fact that Voldemort could not hurt him, but that took a long time. It wasn't until he felt the strong hand of Shacklebolt on his arm that he realized he had drawn his wand. He slowly lowered his arm and blushed when he noticed that everyone was looking at him. Kurt had a strange expression on his face but he did not speak.

Everybody glanced at the captured Lord but nobody dared to really look at him, even though he could not stare back.

"Please, sit." Harry expected some sort of reaction from Voldemort, he must know that his keeper was back and that he had brought people with him. But Lord Voldemort could as well be dead.

Harry took a place from where he could look at Voldemort. Somewhere in his mind he was alarmed by the amount of interest he had for this creature, but on the other hand he found it normal. He had fought this dangerous wizard more than any other person alive.

"What do you think of my pet?" Kurt seemed to want them to look at Voldemort and Harry could see that the group of men did.

Lord Voldemort his body was fastened to a pole. A wooden pole that stood close to the chair in which Kurt was seated. The pole almost touched the ceiling and stood firmly in the ground. The Dark Lord his hands were shackled above his bald head, stretched tight and with metal shackles that had little spikes on the inside. Little streams of blood were dripping down his arms, onto his shoulders. A blindfold was placed around his head and a gag sat firmly in his mouth. A red balgag to be exact, stretching the Lord his almost non-existing lips wide open. Due to the distance between Harry and the prisoner, he could not see if the gag made his lordship drool…but it made Harry a bit afraid to realize how much he wanted it to happen.

A metal collar was fitted smugly around the Lord his neck, connecting his neck with the pole. Underneath the metal Harry could see the edges of bruises coming out, some black and others a light blue. Harry wondered if the Lord could even breathe properly with the collar and he could feel himself getting a little excited by that thought. Wouldn't it be wonderful to see his arch enemy vulnerable at his feet? Gasping for breath?

The man his chest, stomach and sides were littered with scars, bruises and open wounds. Which wasn't all surprising. Harry had read in the articles that Kurt used whips, spells, tweezers, knives, electricity, water and every other thing imaginable to torture the Dark Lord. He had not yet surprised the Lord with a torture technique though. Harry had smirked a bit when reading that. Of course Voldemort would know everything about torture…

The man was naked and Harry tried not to look…but then remembered that those piercing red eyes could not look at him. Apparantly Kurt had not touched him there and Harry also knew that Kurt had not raped the Lord, sexual torture had never been mentioned and Harry had never read a thing about hurting the Lord in that way. It made Harry shiver a bit but it also made him wonder…

Shackles kept the Lord his feet to the ground and one leather belt kept his legs together and strapped to the pole. He could not move an inch.

Harry could see that, besides the wounds, the Lord was not healty. His body, not one of the most attractive sights to behold, was sunken and obviously mistreated. Even though his cheeks were strechted, Harry could still see that his face was thinner than before.

"How come he has yet to give you information?" Shacklebolt asked, hereby drawing Harry's attention away from Voldemort. Kurt licked his lips a little and glanced at his toy.

"I assure you minister that we are on a breakthrough."

Voldemort snorted.

Everyone stared at him and Kurt got two red spots on his face. Harry felt amused but he was also annoyed. His fingers itched to smack that attitude out of the Lord.

"I can see that. Nevertheless, you had your time with him and I gave you a year." Kurt nodded and Harry frowned.

"A year for what?" He asked and he could see that Voldemort twitched a little, not in pain, but as if he had recognized Harry.

"I had told mister Vanbruggen that he would get one year to get Vol-the former Dark Lord to spill his knowledge. If he would not succeed in this, he would not get paid anymore, he would lose his…slave…and the Dark Lord would be killed." Harry gaped at the minister while Kurt sputtered something. The Headmistress nodded while Pomfrey looked away but also gave her consent. The men seemed to find it a waste, but they all nodded slowly as if they had all known about this agreement. Voldemort did not know apparently because a hoarse yell, more of a curse, was heard from him. Harry slowly processed the meaning of what the minister had said and he felt a twinge of panic. If Voldemort died…Harry had wanted him dead for so long, but now…

"No…" It slipped past his lips, a hissing sound that made everyone stare at him in surprise. Harry slowly stood.

"Minister, give me a few more months. I'll try to get this information you want out of him. Just, give me a few months." Kingsley narrowed his eyes at him and Harry could see concern in them. He wasn't sure if he was doing the right thing, but the thought of letting the bastard die after everything was just unbearable!

"Minister…" McGonagall started but Kinglsey shook his head.

"You know just as I do that we need…to know certain things." He said to her, then turned back to Harry.

"Harry, are you certain of your decision? I can give you six months tops, when he has given you this information after these six months he is yours to do with as you please. If not, he will be killed." Kingsley stood and with him did the rest.

"Mister Vanbruggen, from this day on you are not the keeper of the Dark Lord anymore. Release him from every spell so nothing will interfere with Harry's magic." Kurt looked a bit disgruntled, even mad, but he slowly nodded and turned. Harry could see that the tip of his wand was burning red and he pressed it against the stomach of Voldemort. The man flinched a little and a gasp came through the gag. Harry narrowed his eyes but kept quiet. He would have his fun soon enough.

And so it begins! Thank you for reading and please leave a review!
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