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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: Whenever you have fun, something or someone would often
show up to spoil it. So how will they get out of this predicament? Read on to
find out!

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I�M A SLAVE FOR YOU

�� Severus marched to Albus� office, his face looking angrier than usual. Today�s
class was more upsetting than he used to make it, more so when he had last
night�s incident in his mind. Even Draco noticed the difference in character as
he was much snider and more cynical than he usually was. Lucius
coming over to the school to do his weekly evaluation for the Ministry was not
helping either, especially when they crossed paths and the blonde just flashed
him one of the smuggest grin he had ever seen in a long while. Not even bother
knocking, he opened the door and stormed in, giving a grudging look at the old
man.

�� Albus!�

�� Ah, funny
to see you here. I thought you were supposed to have classes 5 minutes
later��

�� Those dunderheads can
wait,� Severus cut in. He landed both his hands on Albus�
desk and said gravely, �Albus, I think someone has
raped my Harry.�

�� Goodness
gracious me, really?� Albus asked in shock. �No
wonder he� I�I�ve noticed that he�s been rather sickly pale and jumpy lately
but Harry said he was fine, so I didn�t think it was wise to pressure the
matter.�

�� Well, he is not fine.
He wouldn�t even come near me! He didn�t actually tell me in many words about
it, but I can tell from his body reactions that he was raped. He ran out of the
room saying I hated him. Albus, I need to know who
did this to him. He has to pay.�

�� Well�� Albus scratched his chin as he considered the suspects. �I
can�t think of any possible people. I mean, the only people he was ever really
close to besides me are Ms. Granger and Mr. Weasley,
but Mr. Weasley is engaged with Ms. Granger. He�s a
good boy and the hetero kind. He would never betray Ms. Granger over Harry. And
as far as I know, Harry mostly hangs around with the other servants in the
castle, and sometimes the teachers when they needed his help. And also the Quidditch team when they need him to clean up. But none of
them had ever given him any trouble, or else he would be shirking his chores instead
of doing them like nothing happened. I�m sorry, Severus. I can�t think of
anyone else.�

�� I can think of a dozen
people, even that supposedly innocent-looking Weasley,
but I have no proof to back it up. If Weasley wasn�t
being his speech teacher and having Granger by his side,� I wouldn�t even allow him to lay a
finger on my pet, not even if he used a ten-foot pole. And what about the Head
Cook I complained to you about recently? Harry told me he beat him once for
burning the stew. He may be taking revenge against��

�� Now,
now, Severus. Let�s not jump into conclusions here. Let�s see. How shall
we go about finding the perpetrator who tainted Harry?�

�� Could we give him veritaserum?� Severus suggested. �I know it is not to be
used unless in front of a jury but it is worth a shot. I still have some kept
in the lab.�

�� I suppose, but don�t
you think it�s a little bit unethical? I mean using veritaserum
on a child so young�� Albus was a little hesitant about
the idea of having a 12-year-old ingesting truth serum without knowing the
side-effects.

�� Please, Albus, I need to know.�

�� Albus
was a little moved. Severus was not known to beg. He had never asked for
something so desperately throughout the years he had known him. He had always
been very straightforward and forceful and usually badger or bully his way into
getting what he wanted, but most of the time he kept himself to himself and
wanted very little. To see him with those pair of sad, urgent eyes and to hear
him say �Please�, he knew the boy had done more than just change the cold,
cynical Ice King of Hogwarts.

�� Well�if I be the
witness to his confession, it should be alright. I am the Headmaster of
Hogwarts and a member of the Ministry, after all. You get the serum and I�ll
try to get Harry in my quarters as soon as possible.�

�� Very well,� Severus sighed
inwardly in relief. �Do you know where he is?�

�� I�m not sure. I haven�t
seen him since he woke up and left the office to do his daily chores. I can ask
Mr. Weasley to send him here after their speech
lessons tonight.�

�� OK. I just�worry about
him, is all,� Severus said as he prepared to leave. He stopped at the door for
a moment before saying, �Albus, when we find out who
it is I will kill that man.�

�� No, Severus,� Albus replied sternly. �You do not want to go to Azkaban
for this. You will only hurt the boy.�

�� He will be in your
care. I will never be able to have him in my hands again after what he had been
through, you know this.�

�� You can�t say that for
sure, but we�ll hear him out later tonight. You go�teach your classes.�

�� Meanwhile, while all
that discussion was going on, Harry had just done being fucked by Lucius for the day. Lucius had
shown up for quite a while these days with the excuse that he was running
errands and inspections for the Ministry, and sometimes under the pretense that
he wished to monitor his son�s progress. As usual, their rendezvous spot was in
Moaning Myrtle�s toilet, but this time, Harry did not put up a fight. He just
allowed Lucius to have his way with him and endured
the sex as long as Lucius could give it.

�� That was pretty good
today, boy,� Lucius said as he helped Harry put his
clothes back on before putting on his. �If only you were so obedient like this
before, eh? See you soon.�

�� Harry didn�t say a word.
He just let Lucius finish dressing and cleaning him
before he hobbled out of the bathroom, not giving the older blonde a second
glance. Ron just so happened to be passing by after his Divination class and saw
him coming out from the corner of the bathroom direction. Lucky for him, Lucius was still inside trying to straighten himself out. By
the time he was done, Ron had led Harry far away from the haunted bathroom.

�� Har! What�re u doing there?
You know you�re not allowed in Moaning Myrtle�s bathroom. C�mon, lad, let�s get
you something to eat, aye? We got you a new book to read today.�

�� Harry nodded wordlessly.
After the light snack (in which Harry didn�t eat much), Harry walked around moodlessly, going back to doing his chores mechanically. Everyone,
even his non-human friends the ghosts, the portraits and paintings and Peeves,
noticed the change in his demeanour but the boy was
definitely not giving away anything. His changes were noticed even more by the
Old Married Couple of Hogwarts Ron and Hermione.

�� Something looks really
weird,� Ron said worriedly as he watched the poor boy going about his business while
they were having dinner at the Great Hall later that night. �Harry�s not acting
himself these few weeks, Mione. Do you notice it too?�

�� Hm?� Hermione looked up from her �Historical Events
of the Magical Years� book she borrowed from the library. �Oh yeah, I know.
Yesterday I saw him limping when he was helping Madame Pince
to collect books left on the table in the library to be sorted back to the
shelves. I thought he just got his foot hurt but I feel that there could be something
more happening than a hurt foot.�

�� Well, technically I did
see him coming out of Moaning Myrtle�s bathroom this afternoon. I thought he
got lost again or something. I asked him to have some snacks with me, but he
didn�t eat much.�

�� Do you think�� Hermione wanted to voice out her suspicions but decided
against it, shaking her head, �No, that can�t be.�

�� Can�t be?� Ron�s
interest was perked. �Can�t be what?�

�� I think he might have
been forced into�you know,� Hermione blushed as she tried to hint the redhead.

�� Huh?� Ron didn�t get it
at first but the idea soon kicked in when he saw Hermione�s blush. �Oh�OH! But�But who could be such a sleazebag to hurt Har like that? He may be a slave, but he�s not that kind of slave! When I get my hands
on him, I�ll��

�� Good evening, children.�

�� The couple spun round to
see Albus in his usual happy, knowing grin.

�� Oh,
good evening, Headmaster,� Hermione greeted.

�� Kids, could you do me a favour and finish your
session with Harry a little earlier tonight? I have been making a lot of notes
these few days for the school�s upcoming events and I need him in the office to
sort of clean up after me.�

�� Sure, we can end it a
bit early, sir. We need to revise for our O.W.L anyway.�

�� Aye,
sir. Anything for you and Harry,� Ron agreed. He hesitated for a moment
before trying his luck, �Sir, is something wrong with Har?�

�� Oh, he�s just fine,� Albus smiled. �He�s probably having a little bit of the
cold, nothing Madame Pomfrey can�t help. So, you will
send him off early, eh?�

�� Yes, sir,� Hermione
agreed, elbowing lightly at Ron to keep himself to himself.

�� As Albus
left to join the other professors for dinner, Ron�s mind began to formulate a
plan.

--:--

�� Later after class, Harry
was taken back to Albus� office, where Albus and Severus were waiting.

�� Here�s the little tyke,
Headmaster!� Ron announced. �Oh, hello, Prof. Snape.�

�� Ah, thank you very
much, Mr. Weasley,� Albus
replied. �We�ll take it from here.�

�� Harry, at upon hearing
Severus� title being called, automatically doubled back, trying to leave the
office, accidentally pulling Ron along with him.

�� Woah, woah, where you going, lad?�

�� That will be all, Weasley,� Severus said, his face looking stern just for Ron�s
benefit. He quickly grabbed Harry�s arm and pulled him towards Albus to hold. Ron could�ve sworn he saw a glimpse of Harry�s
pleading eyes to get out of here, but with the two professors waiting for him
to leave, he couldn�t do anything.

�� Um, OK, well, see ya, lad.�

�� With that Ron quickly
made a dash out of the office, leaving Albus, Harry
and Severus to their own devices. Severus accio-ed
a chair for the boy to sit while Albus closed and
locked the door. Harry stiffened himself instinctively at Severus� touch
when the older man ushered the boy to his seat.

�� Take a seat on the
chair, Harry.�

�� It�s OK, Har. We�re here for you. Nothing is going to harm you, I promise.�

�� Harry nodded, moving
stiffly towards the chair and sat down. Severus walked over to the boy and
knelt down to his eye level before fishing out something from his chest pocket.
It was a little forest-green bottle filled with clear liquid.

�� Open your mouth for me.�

�� Harry shook his head. Severus
had made him drink sleeping potion before. Who knows what he had in mind for
him this time?

�� It�s alright, Har. It�s just a little potion. It won�t hurt you.�

�� I dun wan,� Harry
refused. There was no way they were going to make him open his mouth for that
thing.

�� Please, love,� Severus
said softly. Harry was taken aback. He had not heard Severus speak to him that
softly before since the day they were separated. His dark orbs were glassy, as
if he would pour out a long stream of tears in any given minute. Unconsciously,
touched by that soft tone, Harry�s mouth opened by itself, allowing Severus to
do as he pleased. Severus uncorked the bottle and put a few drops into his
mouth, making him swallow. Soon, the boy felt a little woozy and his tongue
rather loose. Albus, after examining his vitals,
nodded and gave Severus the green light to interrogate him.

�� Who am I?� Severus
asked as he took his hand.

�� Master,� Harry giggled
as he brought Severus� hand up to stroke it against his cheek.

�� And who is he?� he
asked, pointing at Albus.

�� That�s Grandpa Albus,� the boy giggled again.

�� He calls me that
sometimes,� Albus chuckled good-naturedly.

�� Severus nodded and
continued, �Harry, why do you look so pale lately?�

�� I just so tired�� Harry
sighed.

�� Why are you tired?�

�� I tired because work�because
Draco daddy come see me all the time��

�� Lucius?� Severus was surprised at that answer. �Why
does he come to see you?�

�� He wanna fuck me,� Harry replied in a matter-of-fact
way, shocking both the adults present.

�� Good lord,� Albus exclaimed, slapping his forehead. �Come to think of
it, he has been showing up lately, saying he wants to monitor his son�s
progress or participate in a meeting or doing his weekly evaluation for the
Ministry and such�Oh good lord of Merlin, why didn�t I think of him��

�� Severus stayed quiet for
a full long minute, trying to digest all this in. Then he stood up, his face
screaming bloody murder.

�� I am going to kill him.�

�� Severus, remember what
I said,� Albus reminded him about their conversation
this morning.

�� It�s OK, Master,� Harry
muttered like a drunken person. �I kin take it.�

�� No, you will not,�
Severus scolded, then turned back to Albus and
growled, �Albus, I cannot sit by and let his rape my
pet. I will not!�

�� Draco daddy say is pay
back. I bite him. I pay. Master no go. Harry love Master. Harry do anything for Master�� Harry babbled like someone who had
just downed an entire bottle or two of booze before he finally felt the drowsy
effects of the veritaserum and collapsed from the
chair into slumber. Luckily, Albus was nearby to
catch him before he hit his face on the stone floor.

�� That bastard will pay,�
Severus said, sickened by the thought of his god-brother raping his beloved and
Harry having to take all the burden for him.

�� Yes, he does,� Albus agreed as he picked Harry up and cradled the sleeping
boy in his arms, �but we cannot go about this by you storming to his house and
crucifying him or blowing his balls off. It�s a slave�s word against him.
Besides, you know the public property factor, and you don�t exactly own Harry
anymore. I do, and I have no choice but to abide by the factor, whether I like
it or not.�

�� Then
what? I sit back and let him get raped? I would rather be sent to Azkaban
than let that happen!�

�� And then what would you
do? Let Harry suffer the consequences for your actions while you rot in prison
and I having to step back and watch him be taken by other men because I cannot
contest against the public property factor?� Albus
challenged, waiting for Severus to retaliate before turning away from him as he
brought Harry to his room to sleep, Severus following behind him. �There will
always be a way to go around it. Maybe not now, maybe not tomorrow, but I�ll
try to figure out some way. You know as much as I do that I�m tied in this
situation here.�

�� But
for the time being he can do to Harry whatever he pleases?� Severus
asked bitterly as he watched Albus tucking Harry in.

�� I will try to keep
Harry away from Lucius as much as possible. I will
keep him by my side at all times from now on, but whatever that happens beyond
my control, I�I can only apologize in advance.�

�� Severus, seeing that
there was no point in prolonging the argument, turned and stormed out of the
office, leaving the old man sighing as he closed the door to Harry�s room and went
back to his desk to finish whatever he had left off of his work.

�� That child really had
it tough, Fawkes my old friend,� Albus muttered to his
phoenix perched loyally beside him, �I can see now why Severus loves him so
much.�

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�� Bloody
hell, Mione! I just heard the craziest thing!�

�� Ron was practically
hyped up as he made a mad dash back to the common room and managed to catch up
with Hermione who was still staying up finishing the homework that Ron had not
even started. Apparently Ron was suspicious at the sudden tense atmosphere that
was going in Albus� office and that plea look Harry
gave him aroused his curiosity too much that he had to find out what was going
on. Using the Magic Portable Ear his twin brothers Fred and George gave him for
his birthday and forced him to carry it around so that he could help them
eavesdrop on exam answers, he managed to catch everything
that was going inside the office and discover the secret relationship between
Severus and Harry. It was too good a story to pass. As he made Hermione pay
attention to him, he was secretly grateful that his twin brothers made him
carry the Ear around.

�� What now, Ron? I�m very
busy, and so should you! You know our assignments due date is less than two
days away!�

�� Well, you see�� Ron told
what he had heard in the office from start to finish. Once he was done, he had
left the ever nonchalant Hermione bug-eyed and slack-jawed. �So I think that�s the
reason why Prof. Snape was so down a few months ago
and why Har�s been acting weird lately.�

�� It can�t be,� Hermione
breathed in disbelief. �I never thought Prof. Snape
was�well, kind.�

�� Neither did I. But I believe
he�s what you call a man of�a million faces,� Ron was being sarcastic when he
said the last part.

�� True,� Hermione grinned
at Ron�s sarcasm, �Poor Harry. I can�t believe that happened.�

�� What are we gonna do? I mean, we can�t just simply let Harry get�molested
by that scumbag! It�s bad enough as it is that his spawn is tormenting us in
school, now Count Pretty Boy here is tormenting our friend!�

�� True,
true. But Harry is a slave, and if you�re right about him being a sex
slave, then the public property factor still applies. Technically, according to
the old laws that are still ingrained within the books of Human Labour Rights Act, anyone else besides the original master
has the right to do whatever they please with a slave and the master are
required to either participate with their activities or not to interfere them while they have their way with the slave. Minimal
resistance from either master or slave is allowed, but only just, because no
matter how much the original master does not want his slave to used by anyone
else, he has to respect the rights of other masters who desire pleasure just as
much as he does. It�s a lose-lose situation in this
case, Ron. My guess is that probably Prof. Snape
and/or Harry breached the old law and ended up in this predicament.�

�� How do you know so much
about slavery, Mione?� Ron raised an eyebrow in
confusion.

�� Unlike you, Ron, I actually
read. I�ve been seeing some of the higher-ups having slaves of their own and Percy,
seeing that I was interested as to why slaves still exist in the modern world, gave
me a copy of the Human Labour Rights Act to look
through. Quite fascinating stuff, don�t you think?�

�� Well, yeah, but
anyways, this is Harry we�re talking about here! Our student! Our friend! And that
Count Von I�m-So-Full-Of-Myself-Because-I�m-Rich-and-Powerful is making a whore
outta him! We must do something!�

�� Well, the only thing
that comes to my mind is adoption. Prof. Dumbledore would have to release Harry
from slavery and then adopt him. But I�m not sure it would work��

�� You�re right!� Ron
exclaimed, snapping his fingers. �Of course it would work! If Prof. Dumbledore
adopts Har, then that bloody �Don�t Hate Me Coz I�m
Beautiful� idiot cannot do anything to him without committing pedophile! That�s
great! We should tell this to Prof. Dumbledore right away!�

�� But you listened in on
them, remember?� Hermione reminded her fianc� about his eavesdropping. �They
will know. And I don�t think they take too kindly on them having someone else
knowing their well-kept secrets.�

�� Hmm, true. So how do we
bring about it without actually letting them know that I �spied with my little
ear� on them?�

�� We could try sending a
note.�

�� Send a note? Mione, they are our professors, filled with experience of
reading handwritings and spotting whose handwriting belongs to whom. They�d
probably recognize our handwriting as soon as they open the letter. We can�t
pull this off. Besides, what should we write in it? �Hi, I just so happen to
know that Lucius Malfoy has
been raping your slave and I have an idea on how to solve it but I can�t tell
you who I am coz you might just suspend me for spying?�� Ron snorted at that
last remark. �That�s definitely gonna work.�

�� Well, not worded like
that, no,� Hermione glared at him, folding her arms against her chest. She rolled
her eyes in dismay; her fianc� can be very wordy and creative in his speech
whenever he panics or becomes pessimistic. If only he were that good in words
when he was doing his assignments. �It is the wording on its own. Besides,
there�s gotta be hundreds of us student in Hogwarts
and I doubt Prof. Dumbledore, no matter how wise, can figure whose handwriting
belongs to whom. If it makes you feel any better, I know a spell that can alter
my handwriting to look like it�s mine, but it�s not mine at the same time. Happy?�

�� Alright then,� Ron
sighed, a little breathless after spouting out so much nonsense. �You write the
note. You�re better at sensible writing than I am. I�ll loan you Pig to send it
to him.�

�� Good,� Hermione nodded
and reached down into her bag to see if she had any scrap parchment left. Finding
one, she thought for a while before starting to write. Ron peered over her
shoulder to see what she was writing. Slowly he wrapped his arms around her
shoulder as he continued watching while she wrote the words in a way that is
got the point across without the who, what and where this letter came from. One
thing she would never admit, not even to his fianc�, was that she secretly
enjoyed the feeling of Ron�s arms around her while she did her things on the
desk. She may pretend to shove him off with the excuse that he was bothering
her, but after once or twice, she allowed him to stay that way. Ron may not
know it himself, but years of feeling Ron�s arms wrapped so securely with his
soft heartbeat thumping quietly near her ear told her that Ron was actually
quite muscular and toned in his own way. Being in his arms made her feel safe, and as she finished her last sentences, she
secretly wished that this sort of feeling would never change nor end between
them.

�� Seeing that Hermione had
done her letter after she cast the spell to alter her handwriting, he prepared
the envelope for her, taken from the few stack of new envelopes he bought when
he owled his mother for the teaching materials for
Harry, �Here. Put it in and I�ll take it to Pig to give it to Prof. Dumbledore.�

�� OK,� Hermione accepted
the envelope and put the letter in. Sealing it with envelope wax, she handed it
to Ron, who in turn rushed quickly to the room where they kept their owls. Dozens
upon dozens of those nocturnal birds were fluttering about from one perch to
another. Some actually flew out of the room, probably to go hunting for the
night, but most of them were comfortable in their own perch, hooting their
music of the night.

�� Here, Pig,� Ron called.
The old bird flew off its perch and swooped down towards the redhead, only to
slam into his face, making the poor redhead topple down, lying flat on his
back. �Ow! Pig! You bloody old coot! One of these
days I will cook you for Thanksgiving!� Ron scolded as he passed the letter to
the owl, �Now send this to Prof. Dumbledore's office, and don�t drop it or slam
into anything, OK?�

�� As he sent the owl off,
he hoped that their plan would work in helping out their dear friend.

A/N: I�m keeping my fingers
crossed too. So, while I work on the next chappie,
reviews plz!
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