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Taken	By : slytherincailin Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 13148 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter Four:

Harry woke suddenly, stomach twisting as the cage he had been locked into swayed suddenly. He placed his hands over his pointed ears, smoothly his hair more thickly into place, barely registering the pain that flared because of his panic. He must appear human. He must appear human. He must...

He froze as a scuffling sound grabbed his attention. His large cage contained something... someone else.

"Poor pet, you don't belong here at all do you?" The voice was soft, sad and most definitely female. He frowned and regarded the human with wary eyes as she emerged from the shadows at the back of his new prison. She was young, perhaps his age with dirty blonde hair and wide eyes.

"Hush," she soothed as Harry backed away, groaning from the pain that erupted in his shoulder. "I won't hurt you, beautiful. We're on a ship, do you understand? We're going to be taken to the slave auction." Harry growled as the human advanced slowly, back tensing against the cold bars. "I am no slave." He whispered hoarsely. The woman nodded, her sweet face suddenly miserable. "None of us are, beautiful but I am sad to see the likes of you captured. Your kind does not last long in the hands of greedy men."

Harry stilled, eyes narrowing. "How do you know of me?" he hissed, fixing the strange human with a furious stare. She hummed sadly, "You never mistake an Allura for a human when you have seen one. Your kind is above our hopes of beauty." She whispered, "You are not the first of the water creatures to venture too far from home. Pray you are sold at auction to a fair master before Riddle can have a look at you, beautiful. It would not bode well to become a part of his collection."

Harry swayed suddenly, the pain of his injury causing his legs to give way. The human female caught him gently and lowered his slender body to the ground. "Sleep the pain off, beautiful. I will watch over you until we reach Diagon. My name is Luna Lovegood."

Harry sighed as his eyes drifted shut. Lovegood. He could feel safe in the arms of someone with so pure a name.

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Ron waited until everything grew dark around him to move. His heart keened bitterly as he recalled Harry's pain filled cries over and over again. He clamped a hand over his mouth. Harry. His sweet, brave Harry had been taken.

He made his way to the water's edge with agonizing slowness, his leg bleeding heavily with every step and his body quivering as the strength rushed from his body. His sight began to sway dangerously. He gasped as he dived into the waters, the cold nearly sending his body into shock and unconsciousness. He needed help!

He swam to the village, his lungs beginning to burn faintly and spots appearing in his vision. A distress call left his lips in a mournful wail and within moments, he was surrounded by friends and family. He glimpsed a face in the crowd and keened sharply. "Shota!"

Harry's older brother wrapped an arm around the red head's waist, pulling him close. "Ron, what happened?" The thin male sobbed, words slurring as they escaped his mouth, "I'm so sorry, so sorry Shota, so sorry. I tried! To help, I tried and I couldn't and... They have him!"

Shota's eyes flashed dangerously. "Who, Ron?"

"Harry. The humans have Harry."

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Draco Malfoy nearly choked as his nanny, or more precisely his step-mother, slapped him on the back of his head.

"What the bloody hell was that for?" he growled darkly. Hermione scowled at him. "Language, Draco Malfoy, you ruffian. Just because your father's a pirate does not give you the right to talk like one! I said no sweet things before dinner! What's wrong with you?"

Draco spluttered. "Me? What's wrong with me! What's wrong with you, woman! I'm eighteen years of age if I want to chew sugar, I'm damn well going to!" Severus tsked from his seat. "That is no way to talk to a lady, Draco."

"She's no lady," Draco grumbled darkly and yelped as his ear was flicked. Severus smirked "be that as it may, she raised you, show some respect." Hermione nodded her thanks to the dark-haired man, brown eyes triumphant. Lucius entered the ship's kitchen and quirked an eyebrow at his son before stooping to kiss the top of his wife's head. He glanced at the few members of his crew present and offered Severus a pained glance. "I've had to change our co-ordinates, my friend. We are no longer setting out for Knockturn."

The dark-eyes pirate frowned, gripping the table as the ship lurched away from the harbour. They had been docked in Hogsmeade for two weeks now and the plan had been to set sail to Knockturn, a three day journey from this point. "I don't understand, Lucius. We've need of a new cook and a cleaning boy; we'll need to visit the slave stalls of Knockturn." Lucius shook his head grimly. "I mentioned our plan to Old master Flitwick who runs the Broomstick tavern as I was just collecting our final supply of ale. The stalls at Knockturn have been taken over and the slave auction moved since we last had need of it."

Severus clenched his fist. "Where is it?" he bit out, as though he already knew the answer. Lucius eyed his friend thoughtfully. "We're heading for Diagon."

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The Coiling Serpent arrived in Diagon a day ahead of schedule.

"Will we be staying long?" Draco called down to his father as the older man made his way down the ramp. His silver eyes wandered over the houses and streets of Diagon, a place he had never been before.

Lucius grunted as his son raced down to join him. "Not bloody likely. A day just so's we can fetch the slaves necessary. I don't care much for being on Riddle's safe harbour." He glanced up at his son, a young lad near himself in height and slender of build despite the wiry muscles of his arms and legs. Draco was a fine son.

Lucius handed the young man a bag of gold coins. "Do yourself a favour, Draco, and buy a courtesan. It's not healthy for a young lad to go without and we won't be on dry land again for a while after this. The one's at Ollivander's are well taken care of and more than willing."

Draco scowled as he took the money. "It's not as if I do be playing with myself all day like Zabini. I don't need a whore." He muttered. Lucius grinned, "you'll enjoy the company, then. You can release her when we next dock if the lass becomes bothersome." Draco ran a tongue over his teeth thoughtfully as Severus strode off and both men took off towards the slave auctions.

He combed a hand through his loose blonde hair leisurely. A whore? For he? How absurd! He'd find a wife when he was good and ready to settle down, for now he was happy to lie with only the occasional woman that took his fancy. Buying a whore would mean being stuck with the blasted woman on the ship. Not bloody likely. He pocketed the money and with a sigh, took off after his father and Severus.

The auction was a rotten place. The slaves were housed in cages hidden behind old tents that looked half eaten through with age. A man stood on a small wooden platform, one of the young female slaves' arms in his grasp. The female stood still as she was bartered for, her blonde hair dirty and tumbling over her face as though she had already accepted a life of misery. Poor soul.

Draco sidled up to the pair of pirates just in time to hear his father offer a hefty sum for the wench. "You'll be mighty pissed if that lass can't cook, Lucius." Severus muttered as the girl's hands were bound and she was led through the crowds towards the blonde man. Lucius shrugged, "She's wearing an apron, clearly the lass was doing some form of labour when she was robbed. She'll come in handy for something I'm sure." Draco smirked. Soft-hearted fool.

The girl glanced up at Lucius as she stood at his side, bright eyes huge in her thin face. Her gaze turned abruptly to Draco and the blonde grimaced. The lass was watching him as a hawk might watch a snake, sizing up a potential enemy. "If you are an honest man, you will tell me your name," the girl said swiftly, eyes hard. Draco felt his lip tug upwards against his will. "Draco Malfoy." He grunted, quirking an eyebrow. The slave nodded once before turning away to face the auction.

"Queer lass," Severus muttered almost to himself, eyes stern as he regarded the new addition to their ship. Lucius gave a gruff sigh of annoyance as the slaves were moved through quickly, none of them living up to his standards. "They're a disgrace." He scowled irritably, "not one of them fit for life at sea. I'd say half of them'll drop dead by tonight." Draco nodded slowly, interest waning in the whole affair. "We should go back to the ship, this is ridiculous."

Lucius held up a hand as his son turned to leave, eyes widening as another slave was brought onto the platform. "That lass is in good condition," he murmured. Draco glanced back, brow furrowing. The slave did look a bit better than the rest, though her head was bowed and hidden beneath an enormous amount of raven-dark tresses. Her body was slender and half-hidden behind her hair and an unusual wrap-like dress that hung limply to her thighs, knotted at the waist. She wasn't as skeletal as the others, and her skin looked devoid of disease or rat bites.

Severus grunted in agreement. "Might be your best bet, Lucius. There's strength in those limbs, thin as they are. Bit of feeding and she'd be good as new." He frowned suddenly, "do you suppose she hides her face because she is disfigured?"

Draco's eyes narrowed, "'tis because she's ashamed," he answered quietly, gaze intent. The man holding onto the girl gripped her shoulder suddenly and the slave cried out in pain as she was forced to her knees and her face was tilted upwards by a rough hand. Draco all but choked on his own spit. "'tis a lad!"

Lucius's silver eyes narrowed as he regarded the slave's strong jaw and furious green eyes. Beautiful lad but he had no need for a wounded slave. He turned to depart when his son caught his sleeve suddenly, lip drawn back in a snarl. "You're not leaving him here!" he growled, "he'll be bought as a fuck toy and thrown away, you know that as well as I." Lucius sighed, "He's wounded, Draco, what am I supposed to do with a slave that won't be able to work?"

The blonde slave glanced at Draco suddenly. "He heals quickly. He will be good as new in a fortnight." Severus sneered at the female, "How would you know, woman?" The blonde kept her big eyes on Draco. "Please," she whispered, fear surfacing just enough to make Draco's heart clench. "Please don't leave him here, I beg you."

Draco glanced once more at his father before growling low in his throat. "Fifty pieces of gold," he shouted out, unhooking the bag from his belt. Lucius eyed the money as the slave was dragged from the platform towards them. "Is this your courtesan, then, son?" he asked, mouth pulling up in a wolfish smile. Draco steadily flipped his father off before grabbing the male slave's uninjured arm and dragging him towards the ship, ignoring the sounds of Severus's bawdy laughter.
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