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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 that we�ve seen Sev doing
hunky-dory fine, let�s see how Harry handled their 360 degrees of separation�or
something like that. Be forewarned: made-up back-stories will appear in this
chapter. Keep in mind, this is an AU fic, so we can
do whatever we want and make up whatever silly history on certain characters. OK,
done reminding now. Let�s go!

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

I�M A SLAVE FOR YOU

�� You
missed a bit of a spot right here, cute thing.�

�� Harry pouted
as he scrubbed the part where Moaning Myrtle was pointing. She giggled and
carried on chatting about the days when she was alive, which wasn�t that
glorious, but bearable all the same. Harry responded to her story with either
his facial expression or his mono-syllable words or a laugh, depending on the
situation. Despite the fact that he could already speak in considerable
complete sentences, he still preferred keeping quiet and let his actions speak
for itself, lest he said the wrong thing to anyone. The
ghost girl didn�t mind. In fact, she continued on telling enthusiastically about
how she was constantly bullied for her plain looks and being the butt end of
the joke, and told him about her death that was caused by a joke went bad on
her when the girls who picked on her went a little too far in giving her the
daily dunking into the toilet sink and accidentally drowning her. Harry couldn�t
hold her or touch her to express his condolences, so he had to rely on giving
her the �I�m so sorry� look, in which the ghost girl accepted wholeheartedly.

�� Semester break
felt like forever since the first day Severus was gone and left him under the
care of Albus Dumbledore. Despite knowing that
Severus� departure was inevitable, he couldn�t help bawling when he woke up on
that fateful day to find Severus was no longer sleeping by his side. It took an
hour and a half of coaxing from Albus� part and a
trip down to Hogsmeade with Ron and Hermione to
finally make him distracted and accept that Severus was going to be missing in
his life yet again for a long while. A week after Severus left, he received a
letter from him courtesy of Hedwig, and with the help of Hermione and Ron
reading the harder words, he read of the journey and the updates he had while
he was on his quest, and giggled when Severus mentioned dourly about the
presence of Hagrid following him around like some
stalker. Since then, every other week, Hedwig would dutifully send him letters
of his progress and Harry would reply him with his limited vocabulary and
slightly scrawny writing about how he was doing in Hogwarts, with doodles to
illustrate his letters.

�� There was
not much chores since most of the students except the ones sitting for O.W.L
went back home for the semester break, so most of the time, when Harry was not
required to do any chores, he would spend most of his time musing around the
Astrology Tower where he could get a clear view of the school entrance, sitting
there and staring out into the horizon, hoping that he would get Severus�
letter for the week and hoping to finally see Severus coming through that
entrance, regardless if he succeeded in his quest or not. Sometimes, Hermione
and Ron would come up to accompany him whenever they wanted to take a break
from cramming their heads in books while giving him new books to read and
write, but most of the time, he would be up there alone, and this routine
continued even when semester break was over and school term has started,
although much less now that school life has returned to normal and chores
returned to keep him busy.

�� As he continued
cleaning the prefect�s bathroom while listening to Moaning Myrtle�s chatter,
Draco just so happened to pass by. He was actually on his way to History class
but seeing Harry in there, he stopped. Telling his goons to go without him, he
entered the bathroom and smiled at the young boy.

�� Hey,
Harry.�

�� Hi,
Draco,� Harry smiled back and waved goodbye to Moaning Myrtle when she felt
that three was a crowd and left through one of the toilet bowls. No matter how
much Draco corrected him, Harry continued to pronounce his name as �Drah-ko� instead �Dray-ko�, until
Draco finally got tired of correcting him and allowed him to call him whatever
he wanted.

�� How are
you? I have not seen you lately.�

�� I�I OK��
Harry replied, still feeling a little bit sad about Severus� absence.

�� How have
you been, really?� Draco probed with a smile as he petted Harry�s head.

�� I�I miss
Master�� Harry admitted sadly.

�� I miss
Uncle Sev too, but you know he had to do what he had
to do.�

�� Harry nodded.
He knew he was right, but it was still painful to accept that his beloved
Master is risking his life for him or that the possibility of him returning
alive was rather low. Draco gave him another comforting pat on the head before
sitting next to him on the bathtub edge, wincing slightly as the bruise was
still giving him problems. Sometimes in class, he would empty out his bag so
that he could have a makeshift cushion for his butt whenever he sat for
classes, but most of the time, in order not to let others find out, he would
sit with his butt a few inches away from the seat and cast a freezing spell on
his legs so that he wouldn�t get achy muscles, though the downside was that
once he took the spell off his legs they would forget how to move and he needed
his goons to support him before he could finally feel them again.

�� You OK,
Draco?� Harry asked as he noticed the pained face Draco made.

�� Yeah fine. Went up against an ass and lost.�

�� Harry
giggled at the statement Draco made and then asked, �You no have class?�

�� It�s
just History. I�ll live,� Draco replied with a shrug. He had blown the class
off more times than he cared to mention. He didn�t think the ghostly Prof. Binns would even notice anyone falling asleep in his class,
let alone skipping it. He barely even knew that he was already dead as he did
his daily classes droning on and on as if it was the most natural thing to do. Besides,
Draco had read the History book on his own inside out and practically knew
everything with the back of his palm.

�� Remy OK?�

�� Yeah, running his legs off, but good.�

�� At that very
moment, while Harry and Draco continued to chatter on merrily, Ron and Hermione
had just finished their Transfiguration class and happen to pass by the
bathroom. Ron told Hermione to wait for him as his nature called and was
shocked to see the two together talking like old friends. His urge to pee
forgotten, he stomped towards Draco with an angered face almost as red as his
hair.

�� Oy, Malfoy! What are you doing
here?� Ron demanded loudly, shocking the duo, but Draco immediately regained
composure. He got up, biting his lip to prevent himself from wincing and
glowered at the redhead.

�� This is
a bathroom, Weasel, what do you think?�

�� Then go
piss or whatever and leave our friend alone!� Ron scolded, then
took Harry�s hand. �And you, Har. You know better
than to associate with a lousy Slytherin like him. C�mere!�

�� No!�
Harry pulled away, giving Draco a �Help me� look.

�� Leave
him alone!� Draco pulled Harry against him. �If he wants to stay he will.�

�� Since when are you friends with slaves, Malfoy?!�
Ron tried to reach for Harry but was shoved away by the blonde. �I know you
well enough not to!�

�� How little you know, Weasel!�

�� No! No fight, please!� Harry begged. He had seen many fights,
but a fight between friends was something he liked the least.

�� Ron, Malfoy, stop,� Hermione, her duty as School Prefect kicking
in, came into the bathroom regardless it being the boy�s bathroom and stood
between them, barring them from getting at each other�s throat. She turned to
Harry and asked, �Harry, are you friends with him?�

�� Harry nodded
timidly.

�� How
could you?!� Ron exclaimed in distraught and disbelief, ranting and raving like
a madman. �How could you do this to us, Har? We�re
your friends, not him! No one makes friends with Slytherins,
especially no Golden Boy here!�

�� Hey, I knew
him before you, dumb ass!� Draco wanted to lunge forward but both Hermione and
Harry held him back.

�� Yeah,
right, like anything that comes out of your mouth is true, Mommy�s Boy!� Ron
sneered, then turned to Harry just to make sure, �Is that true, Har?�

�� Harry
nodded, �Master is Draco�s family.�

�� Prof. Snape is my godfather,� Draco declared.

�� Humph!
Figures,� Ron looked grudgingly at Draco. �No wonder he treats you as if he�s
in love with you or something.�

�� Draco very nice person. He very nice to me,� Harry pouted,
feeling annoyed that Ron did not believe him.

�� The sky
would be raining fireballs by the time he�s nice to anyone, Har!�

�� Ask my
slave that,� Draco retorted, flipping him the bird and stuck his tongue out at
him.

�� Why you��
Ron was clearly offended at that gesture as he lunged over to punch him. Hermione
wanted to hold him back but Harry beat her to it as he ran forward to block
him, guarding Draco from being hit. Ron wasn�t able to stop his punch, but he
managed to hold back a little so that Harry only got a scrape on his cheek from
Ron�s knuckles. Draco, seeing from his point of view and thinking that Ron had
hurt his godfather�s beloved, brandished his wand and shouted a spell to shove
Ron across the room until he rammed against the wall. Ron wanted to return the favour but Harry quickly jumped onto Ron, using his weight
to hold the redhead down before he could do anything with his wand on his
blonde friend.

�� No! No
fight! No hurt Draco! Draco is nice person. He tell
Master what to do to free me. He give me book to read.
Draco is nice person. No hurt him!�

�� G�Get
off me, Har! Bloody hell, I won�t believe that��

�� You
heard him, Weasel,� Draco said as he kept his wand while Hermione tried to pick
Harry up and off her fianc�. �I am not hurting him or whatever you think in
that red hot mind of yours. When has that boy ever lied to anyone of you?�

�� Ron was a
little speechless, not sure what to retaliate. He hated to admit that Draco was
right; Harry had never lied to them since the day they knew him. He was the
most honest�probably the only honest�soul they have ever met in Hogwarts. Even Luna
Lovegood, their little odd acquaintance wasn�t as
honest as little Harry could ever be. Seeing Ron grudgingly put his wand away
and patted the dust off his robes, Harry quickly tottered back to Draco and hid
behind him, gripping his sleeves tight. Draco patted his hands, reassuring him
that nothing will happen while he was around. Seeing the trust they had between
them, Hermione sighed and went over to Harry, petting his unruly mop of
ebony-black hair.

�� It�s OK,
Harry. If you trust him�" Hermione�s voice wavered a little as she
continued, �then we will.�

�� Mione!� Ron exclaimed, looking at
his fianc� in disbelief.

�� Harry
has a good judge of character, Ron,� Hermione noted. �Remember Cho Chang, Luna Lovegood, Justin Finch-Fletchley,
Oliver Wood, Cedric Diggory and all the other friends
we had that we thought before was trouble? Who got them to be so tight with us
now? And don�t forget that it was because of Harry being close to Prof. Slughorn because he knew his mother that now he is giving
us pretty good marks so far and not to mention��

�� Alright,
alright, I get the idea, Mione! But�Mione, it�s Malfoy we�re talking
about here!�

�� Yes, I
know that, Ron, but I didn�t say we were going to call him friend," she
said, still hurt about being calling Mudblood during
their 3^rd year. "I said �trust�.�

�� Ron
glared long and hard at Draco again, but seeing Harry behind him begging with
pleading eyes, he finally sighed and said, �Alright, Har.
We trust your judgment, BUT,� Ron stressed, pointing an accusing finger at
Draco, �That doesn�t mean we�re all hanky-panky and hunky-dory friends now, you
hear?!�

�� Fine by
me,� Draco shrugged nonchalantly. �Though I don�t know what Granger sees in you
anyway.�

�� And you,
Malfoy!� Ron growled, his face flushed red with
shyness and anger, �If I hear you or your father dare make him lose even one
hair on his body, I don't care if I break any laws, I will use all three
Unforgivable Curses on you!� he took Hermione�s hand and said aloud, �C�mon, Mione! We�ve wasted enough breath with that pretty boy! I�ll
go answer nature�s call somewhere else rather than here.�

�� Hey, I
am not my father�s keeper!� Draco yelled, offended by that remark. �I can�t
even make him keep his hands off my lover!!�

�� Your lover?� Ron blinked in disbelief as he stopped in his
tracks, looking at Draco like he had just announced that he was next in line
for the Headmaster�s seat or something. �Since when do you have a lover? I thought
you shagged everyone around, that slutty
Parkinson included.�

�� Draco blinked
for a moment there, not sure what to reply and taken aback at his own sudden
outburst. He never thought he would�ve said it; it just came out. Harry understood
what he meant, but was worried when he heard Draco�s father had done something
to his friend. Slowly, Draco looked down, tears in his eyes. He clearly wanted
to tell his predicament to someone else; he had been bottling this pain up for
so long that his heart couldn�t take it anymore, thus the outburst. He just
didn�t think the person he would confide to was his two worst enemies.

�� I don�t want
to talk about it.�

�� Ron was
not blind not to notice the tears threatening to pour out of the blonde�s eyes.
Somehow, despite the fact that he still thought Draco was a downright foul git, he couldn�t help feeling sorry for him now that he had
allowed his mind and heart to open for the blonde just a little bit for the
sake of Harry. He looked at Hermione for a while for a second opinion. Hermione
shrugged, giving him an �It wouldn�t hurt to talk� look, and Ron sighed in
defeat before sitting in front of him.

�� You�ve
blurted it out, Malfoy, so you might as well tell
all. You want us to trust you with Har now, don�t
you?�

�� Draco,
seeing that the Old Married Couple of Hogwarts were genuinely curious about his
situation, sat back down (wincing slightly as he did), hastily brushed his tears
away and explained, �I have a sex slave named Remus Lupin. But he is not a slave to me.�

�� Remy my
friend too,� Harry smiled as he pointed to himself.

�� Ah, so this
Remus Lupin is actually your
lover and is Har�s colleague,� Ron nodded in
understanding.

�� Yes. He
was once my Father�s sex slave, then he was given to
me as my 15^th birthday present. For that better part of the year he
has stopped touching him, but last week�" Draco took a breath before
continuing, �He�he touch him.�

�� He�s
public property,� Ron�s tone did not sound too surprised. �You can�t deny that.
It�s the law.�

�� You wanna bet?� Draco asked grudgingly. �Have you seen my father
showing up in school since then? He�s been using ice on his nose since I�ve
showed him a thing or two.�

�� Ron�s
eyes widened as he pieced the two and two together, �Bloody hell, Malfoy! You don�t mean you socked your old man now, do you?�

�� Goodness,
Malfoy, you really shouldn�t,� Hermione commented,
equally surprised that Draco would do such a thing.

�� I don�t
care. He hurt my lover, so I will hurt him. Simple as that.�

�� That why
you butt have boo-boo?� Harry asked, then stated in a matter-of-fact way when
Draco gave him a shocked look, �I can tell.�

�� Well�a
cane is not only for walking,� Draco blushed, muttering as he looked down in embarrassment.

�� Ouch!�
Ron winced, experiencing sympathy pains. �Does he realize how old are you
already to still be caned?�

�� If I disappoint
him he would still cane me at age 30.�

�� You boo-boo OK now?� Harry asked, concerned.

�� Getting better. Still sore but no longer
black.�

�� Hmm,�
Ron considered for a while, then turned to Hermione, �Hey,
Mione, you still got that insta-cure
cream you bought in Hogsmeade to treat my bruises for
Quidditch?�

�� Yeah, I do,�
Hermione said as she dug her bag and took it out, handing it to Draco, �Here
you go.�

�� You
shouldn�t have,� Draco replied. �My Remus already has
an age-old remedy for my bruises.�

�� It�s
alright. You can have it. I have a whole lot more of those silly tubes back in
the common room. You don�t wanna know how much I have
to use it on him for just for one training session.�

�� Not my
fault those balls kept aiming at my face whenever I try to block them from the
goal,� Ron muttered.

�� Thanks,
Granger,� Draco replied as he accepted the tube of insta-cure
cream and pocketed it into his robes.

�� Yayy! Draco no
more boo-boo!� Harry clapped his hands with glee, happy to see that
Draco was going to get a cure for his bruised butt.

�� Gods, Har. Look what you made us do,�
Ron chuckled in defeat as he noticed the atmosphere they were in, �We�re
actually talking like regular friends.�

�� He can
do that to people,� Draco ruffled Harry�s hair as the younger boy flashed
everyone a toothy grin. �And judging by what Granger said about Harry having a
good judgment of character and bringing the most unlikely friends together, I suspect
that probably it could be his true magic at work.�

�� He�s an
interesting kid alright. I heard from Dumbledore one night after his speech
lessons that his parents used to be star pupils here in Hogwarts.�

�� Yes. That
is one of the reasons that Harry is in great demand. I heard my father talking
to someone that Harry is the perfect slave. A child of stars
that fell.�

�� Ron rolled
his eyes, �Typical sadists. And another time, Dumbledore said his parents were
killed by this crazy psycho wizard Tom Riddle for ratting on him and his
crimes. Is that true?�

�� Again,
true,� Draco nodded, while Harry sat there listening to the conversation,
trying to pick up and learn some new words at the same time.

�� I've run
through some old newspapers,� Hermione said, her studious mind reeling, �and
they said that their only son survived barely in the assassination. So it�s Har they�re talking about.�

�� Yup, but
he soon disappeared from sight, until Uncle Sev found
and bought Harry from the business and Father went and researched about him. Now
everyone in our community or those old timers who used to know Harry�s parents
knew that Harry�s their son, and I�ve found out from Father�s drinking buddies
when they came for an occasional visit that they would pay a king�s ransom just
to take Harry off Uncle Sev�s hand and have him for
their own. Just last year, during my birthday party, Sirius Black who used to
be friends with Harry�s parents tried to make a pass at him, but Uncle Sev threatened to amputate his hand off if ever he dare lay
a finger on him. Uncle Sev can be so possessive
sometimes.�

�� But he
didn�t disappear from sight. According to the newspaper, three months after
murdering Harry�s parents and almost murdering Harry, he was arrested and been
locked in Azkaban ever since.�

�� I meant
Harry disappearing from sight after the assassination, Granger, not the mad
man. No one knew what happened in between the years after the assassination and
before he was sent into the business.�

�� Don�t
mind her. She gets ahead of herself sometimes. It comes with the territory of
dating a smart-alec.�

�� That comment
earned Ron a slap on the shoulder by the said �smart-alec�
and tiny peals of laughter by Harry.

�� Don't
worry,� Draco smiled at their antics, seeing the true meaning of their nickname
as �The Old Married Couple of Hogwarts�. �I hardly listen anyway.�

�� What
exactly is this psycho guy anyway? Why did he go around killing people for no
particular reason?�

�� What
I've read in a book called �Villainous Villains�,� Hermione�s trait as a Human
Encyclopedia kicked in, �this Tom Riddle guy is a Half-Blood. According to a
thorough background research and numerous interviews on many involved parties
by the person who wrote this book, his mother was a witch and was a little
crazy in the head because of their family�s tendency to promote in-breeding for
pure-blood purposes. You know, like how Egyptians usually do within the royal
families. She herself was a cold-blooded killer who poisoned her own family and
ran off pretending to be a prostitute and killing people for their money. She
met the Muggle father in one of her killing attempts
but was so smitten by his looks, she became his stalker instead. You can say
that she sorta �raped� him one night when she put him
under the Imperius curse and got herself knocked up
with Tom.�

�� Damn.
She knows more than my father,� Draco commented, suppressing his impressed
tone.

�� Unlike
you boys, I actually read,� Hermione folded her arms across her chest.

�� Like I
said, smart-alec,� Ron rolled his eyes, getting
slapped again on the shoulder. �Ow! Will you cut it
out, Mione?!�

�� Harry roll
on the floor laughing at their antics. No matter how many times he saw them
bicker with each other, they never failed to amuse him.

�� Ha ha,� Ron grumbled sarcastically. �Not
funny, Har.�

�� Sorry,
but I have to agree with Harry on that one,� Draco tried to hold back his
chuckle, earning a challenging glare from Ron.

�� Anyway,
Dumbledore showed me Tom�s past in the Penseive when
it was my turn to send Harry off after speech lessons. He said it was a sort of
gift for helping Harry so much on his communication skills. Anyway, what I saw
was that Tom Riddle�s mother gave birth to him at Azkaban within the prison
walls when she was finally arrested for murdering an Auror
who was in the Muggle world investigating on a case. Her
killing spree was enough to earn her the Dementor�s
Kiss, but since she was pregnant, they decided to let her carry to term and
give birth before giving it to her. They traced Tom�s Muggle
father and made him take Tom in, in which the father abused him everyday. Finally,
driven by madness, Tom poisoned him like his mother did to her family. A traveling
warlock found him living in the Muggle streets and
took him in. As soon as he came of age, he poisoned the poor warlock like he
did his father and inherited his fortune, and became a legitimate wizard ever since.
It seems that his mother�s cold blood ran in his veins and he had a deep hatred
for any wizards or witches that were not pure because of his own damned
half-blood. Har�s parents witnessed one of his murders
and helped the Aurors track him down, and the rest
was history.�

�� How come
you get to look into the Pensieve??� Ron
exclaimed. �Not fair!�

�� Because
she�s smart, Weasley, that�s why,� Draco said, then
turned to Harry and said sympathetically, �It seems everyone is out to get you,
Harry.�

�� Why say
that?� Harry asked curiously.

�� Never
mind, forget I said it,� Draco shook his head and petted Harry�s head. It was obvious
that all this mature talk was still a little incomprehensible for the boy and
Draco thought it best that he was left ignorant of his past.

�� At least
Snape�s doing something about getting him outta the dumps,� Ron commented.

�� Yes,
that I agree,� Draco sighed, still wishing that Remus
would let him do the same.

�� Master say he might die doing it,� Harry whimpered, thinking about
his beloved out there, not knowing what misfortune may have befallen him.

�� Now you dunno that, lad,� Ron tried to persuade Harry otherwise.

�� It is
true, in a way,� Draco replied. �In order to set a slave free you have to do a
dangerous task to retrieve the payment for them. Remus
said back then, they asked a Master to bring them a rare dragon egg. The Master
died just half way on his trip.�

�� Ouch��
Ron winced as another sympathy pain hit him. �That�s a bad way to go.�

�� No
wonder no one has ever heard of slaves being free or have any record of it,�
Hermione noted. �The process itself is too ridiculous.�

�� Yes it
is,� Draco agreed. �But it is worth it to Masters who love their slaves, trust
me.�

�� I no
want Master to die�� Harry whined in the brink of tears.

�� He won�t.
If I know Uncle Sev, he will do everything to win and
at worst he may be burned a bit but nothing a potion of spell cannot fix,�
Draco tried to smile to make the situation better than it sounded.

�� I no
want him burn either��

�� Oh,
Harry,� Hermione reached over to hug him. �Prof. Snape�ll
be alright. You�ll see. I�m sure of it.�

�� I agree,�
Ron chided in. �Did you know that Seamus and Dean blew up the lab once because
they put the wrong ingredient for the Revival Potion during the 4^th year?
Caused almost everyone to slip into a coma for a week, and yet Snape managed to walk around unscathed because he drank a
counter-potion beforehand and managed to send them to a month�s detention as
soon as they woke up. If he can survive that, I�m sure he�ll survive this.�

�� Yeah,�
Draco confirmed his words, �he is untouchable, Harry. Don�t worry.�

�� OK��
Harry replied as he allowed Hermione to dry his tears. �If you say so��

�� I know
so, by the way, Weasley,� Draco turned to the
redhead. �Weren�t you going to answer nature�s call?�

�� Ron�s full
bladder immediately kicked in and was soon seen dashing into one of the
cubicles to relieve himself, with Hermione rolling her eyes and sighing in
defeat, Draco grinning naughtily from ear to ear and Harry rolling on the floor
laughing again.

A/N: LOL! I have to say this is
going to be the start of a very peculiar friendship. Neways,
while I continue on to the next chappie, reviews plz!
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