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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: Urgh~! What will become of
our little Harry~?! Agh~!! My fingers are just dying
to write Voldie in a horrible, torturous death, but
my brain and muse is telling me to be patient and professional, so�neways,
carry on reading!

Disclaimer: We do not own Harry Potter and its characters,
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I�M A SLAVE FOR YOU

�� Harry slowly woke as he
heard the sound of chirping outside the window and felt the sun coming in. He winced a little as he felt the slight ache on his ass and
remembered that he had yet to heal, even though it had been a few days since it
happened. Suddenly the thought of it sent a surge of rage into his system and
he grabbed the nearest breakable thing he could find and threw it against the
wall, venting out his anger.

�� I wouldn�t do that if I
were you, boy.�

�� Harry almost jumped as
he saw Wormtail grinning beside the bed, putting the
tray of bread and water on his bedside table, while behind him levitated the
medication and ice for his still throbbing butt. He scowled at him, annoyed.
This ratty man seemed to be able to pop up around the area when he least
expected it, and all that without even making a single sound.

�� What are you, a jinn or
something?� Harry scolded, rubbing the sleep off his eyes.

�� No, I just learn to be
quiet because sometimes Master Riddle would be sleeping when I come in,� Wormtail grinned, his ratty buck teeth showing. �And being
a Rat Animagus gives you many advantages on being a
silent stalker. Guess my training paid off.�

�� Well I don�t like it.
Someone could come in here and kill me and I would never know.�

�� Don�t worry. No one is
going to kill you. Not yet, anyway.�

�� Is that bastard back
yet?� Harry grumbled as he watched Wormtail fixing
the thing he threw with the Repairing spell.

�� He�ll be home in an
hour or so,� Wormtail said as he gestured Harry to lay on his stomach and show his buttocks. As the boy
grudgingly did so, Wormtail scooped
a generous amount of salve and lathered on the bruises, which were more or less
in the healing process. �You know, you must try to get along with Master
Riddle. He�s only doing this for your own good.�

�� Like I care.
Nothing he does is good for anybody.�

�� You and your mouth will really be the death of you, you know that? Good
luck trying to appease him the next time you cross the line. He won�t be so
forgiving, oh no, he won�t,� Wormtail said as he
finished lathering the salve until they disappeared. He then took the towel and
put ice on it before wrapping it up into a bundle and slowly pressed it against
the bruised butt-cheeks, earning a yelp from Harry.

�� Hey,
that hurts, you know.�

�� I
know that, but you�re gonna have to bear with it if
you want to be able to sit down.�

�� Harry
put his head back on the pillow, allowing Wormtail to
continue rubbing the cold, wet towel of ice on his bruises. A long silence
ensued between them before Wormtail decided to break
the ice.

�� So
is it true you�re knocked up?�

�� What�s
it to you?� Harry looked at him warily.

�� Oh, nothing. Just curious,� Wormtail
shrugged. �I mean you must love Snivellus so much to
keep his child.�

�� Snivellus?� Harry turned to face
him. �O�Only Sirius called him that. How did you�?�

�� Oh,
you didn�t know? We go way back even before you were born. It was such fun to
be in a nice group along with your parents and Sirius, and it was fun to play
along pulling pranks at people, Snivellus especially.
Then Sirius had to break up the group because he couldn�t make your mother love
him.�

�� You�You
knew my parents?�

�� Everybody knows your parents, dear boy,
not only I. Though I much more than others. We were never the same after we
disbanded, no, we weren�t.�

�� How�How
were they like�?�

�� Oh,
they were wonderful people. Always there for a helping hand,
but not averse to having a little naughty fun. A role
model to both the school and the society. A regular Mr. and Mrs. Smith,
so would the Muggles put it. Your father was the one
who gave me the nickname, you know, because despite being a Rat Animagus, I could never get my tail right, and it always
shaped like a worm. It was from that nickname that spawned our little group The
Marauders: Me as Wormtail, James as Prongs, Lily as
Moony and Sirius as Padfoot. Ah, such good times�even
the Muggle-borns call us like some kind of justice
league or something, whatever that Muggle term
means�If Sirius wasn�t so infatuated with your mother, we would�ve still been
together��

�� Why
didn�t you try to regroup? Why join Voldemort instead
if you loved that life better?�

�� Wormtail stopped reminiscing for a split second, realizing
what he was doing and shook his head off his reverie, wrapping the towel of ice
around Harry�s ass.

�� No,
no, must not talk about past,� Wormtail muttered as
he closed the jar of salve. �Past no longer exist, yes, I�m no longer their
little sidekick, yes��

�� Harry
watched in confusion as Wormtail quickly gathered
himself and left with the empty ice basin and the medication, muttering
incoherently to himself as he walked quickly out of the room, locking it with a
charm as he went. It was like looking at Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. One moment he
was all chatty and nice, then all of a sudden a withdrawn, babbling fool. What
exactly had Voldemort done to him to break him so? He
was almost glad that he was getting bread and water for the moment. The morning
sickness still lingered and even when he was fed decent meals, he couldn�t
swallow down much anyway, and probably Wormtail was
inexperienced to know what to prepare for a pregnant person. Lucius would know, since his wife was pregnant with Draco,
but then again, he probably couldn�t care less about his welfare anyway. All he
ever wanted was to fuck anything that moved.

�� Today�s
bread was with strawberry jam. At least Wormtail made
an effort to let his bread taste better, and by the way he placed the bread, he
knew he had done it in secret so that Voldemort would
not know. At least that showed Wormtail still had a
little bit of humanity left in him.

�� As
he ate, he stole a look at his long hair. Looking up at the mirror of the
repaired dressing table, he knew his friends were right when they said he was
beautiful rather than handsome and could pass off as a girl anytime. He
remembered the look Wolfen Blaine-Potter gave him
when he said he was Harry and yet looked nothing like a person with the name
Harry. He remembered the horrified look he had as he saw all the Aurors stationed outside his home totally mutilated by Voldemort without even trying. Voldemort
had somehow managed to make a Patronus up in the air
and within the clouds to scare the entire proximity of the Dementors
with effortless precision and without alerting Wolfen
of his presence and he remembered the look of disbelief as the man he had and
his family tried to escape from was right there in front of his eyes, totally
unscathed. He remembered the screams of horror as the rest of the family woke
up from the commotion Voldemort made killing Wolfen, the cries of children, the
metallic smell of blood�

�� With
a vengeance, Harry grabbed a pair of scissors from inside the drawer and
literally hacked off his long hair. Locks upon locks of ebony black slid down
his shoulders and fell to the floor as he snipped
away, getting rid of the look that made him and everyone Voldemort
targeted so vulnerable. As he cut away, silent tears rolled down his face. He
cried for his fate. He cried for his predicament. He cried for his parents that
have died trying to protect him and doing what was right. He cried for the
humiliation he was put in. He cried for his inadequacy to save himself from his
plight. He cried for the people he had helped Voldemort
kill. He cried for the friends he might never see again. He cried for the
safety of his baby that hung in the balance.

�� Most
importantly, he cried because he missed Severus so badly right now.

�� Aww,
you missed me?�

�� Harry spun round to see Voldemort coming in. When he came closer, he saw that he
was wearing whitish Muggle attire, and they were
literally stained in blood, and he was walking up to him with an equally bloody
pillow case containing something that jingled and jangled as he moved. Wiping
his tears hastily, Harry could see the unscathed look on Voldemort
suggested that the blood was not his, but his jaw still fell open and there was
fear in his eyes at what he had done to earn such a mortifying look. Voldemort smirked smugly at his reaction.

�� If you�re thinking
about my wounds, I don�t have it, so don�t worry.�

�� No, why would I?� Harry
frowned.

�� What have you done with
your hair?�

�� Nothing.�

�� No lies, boy, or else,�
Voldemort looked at him solemnly in the eye.

�� I�m not lying. You�re
just too full of yourself. And�it�s none of your business,� Harry looked away.

�� It is my business when
I see my slave cutting off the hair I personally elongated!� Voldemort snarled as he emptied the pillow case, revealing
blood-stained jewelry. �To think I went through all the trouble to get you a
present and this is what I come home to see!�

�� Harry looked at the
jewelry that clattered onto the wooden floor before him. There was a silver ring,
an emerald ring, a gold chain, a gold ring and five other pieces of jewelry
that definitely belonged to people who were no longer alive. He swallowed
nervously, realizing just how crazy Voldemort can
really be.

�� I go all out to get you
something to make you feel better about your little pain in the butt and I come
home to see this! Are we being naughty again?�

�� I don�t need your
gifts. I don�t need you to give me anything. I just want you to either let me
go or kill me.�

�� Oh, you really are
tempting fate, aren�t you, Liat?�

�� Without warning, Voldemort took his hand and pulled him close before
capturing his lips to a deep kiss. Harry struggled against the kiss and ended
up biting his lip until it bled and forced Voldemort
to let out a muffled yelp and let go.

�� DON�T TOUCH ME!� Harry
screamed as he pushed him away, backing up against the window to distance
himself from him.

�� Fuck! Liat, you little bitch!!� Voldemort
groaned as he nursed the bleeding lip, his eyes glaring at him dangerously.

�� I don�t want you to
touch me! I don�t want to have your hands anywhere on me! You disgust me, you
fucking murderous pervert!�

�� You are being naughty
again, Liat. What did I say about resisting?�

�� And my name is Harry.
Harry James Potter. Not fucking Liat!� Harry scowled,
knowing that tone meant he was in for a punishment but stood his ground despite
his skin crawling.

�� You will be sorry for
this.�

�� With that, Voldemort stomped off, slamming the door out loud and
locking it. Harry slid down against the window to the floor, curling his arms
around his knees as it cradled his tiny baby bump gently. He already was
starting to feel sorry, not for Voldemort, but for
his baby. He feared that he may be pushing his luck and earn a punishment that
might cause him to lose his child, and he scolded himself of his stubbornness
and stupidity. He would take this punishment with his head held high, but he hoped
that third remains a charm for him and the child, and that fate would be kind
to him again this time.

�� Surprisingly, the
punishment didn�t come. In fact, as Wormtail took him
out of the room for his daily walk out in the backyard, Voldemort
had ignored him completely. He didn�t want to talk to him, acknowledge him or
even look at him. He went about his business as if Harry was not there. Harry knew
it was not that simple, and kept his guard on just in case. Wormtail
did his usual routine of tying the chain on the backyard lamp post that served
as a marker between the mansion and the forest behind and left him there for
that routine one and a half hour of fresh air. Harry waited until he left
before he went down on the grass and lay on it, breathing in the scent of
nature.

�� His mind wandered for a
while to the days when he was still inarticulate, when he would be out in the
gardens with Severus as he played around, plucking the petals out of flowers
(earning an angered shout from the Head Gardener) and laughing with Neville as
he told him the story of the day. His thoughts lingered at the peaceful smile
of happiness Severus gave him as he sat at the backyard table, drinking his tea
and watching his antics. As he rolled back onto his back looking at the clouds,
they looked like it would rain. He would welcome the rain to wash away his
heartache if it weren�t the fact that being out in the rain would get him sick
and harm the baby.

�� Severus, I miss you.�

�� Suddenly, he felt himself
being picked up by the choker from behind and being blindfolded. He tried to
fight but the other party was stronger. He knew it wasn�t Wormtail
because he knew from the way he was pulled up and by the strength of it that it
did not fit Wormtail�s physique, but he couldn�t tell
whether it was Voldemort or Lucius
without being able to see the perpetrator. He then was released from the lamp
post, pulled up on his feet and hauled over the person�s shoulder like a sack
of potatoes, carrying him what felt like the direction towards the house. Harry
frowned. Was this the punishment Voldemort had
promised? But if so, wouldn�t he, the glory hog and egotistical bastard,
announce it to be so?

�� Whoever
it was refused to make a sound as he carried Harry into his bedroom. He was
thrown onto the bed and the blindfold charmed so that he couldn�t take it off
before he heard the stranger going out of the room and presumably downstairs to
get the thing he needed for the punishment.

�� V�Voldemort�?�
Harry voiced out. Where was he? Was this even him? Those were some of the
thoughts that crossed his mind as he tried in vain to peel the blindfold off.

�� Soon the person
returned. If he were not blindfolded, he would�ve been able to see that the
person came back with a bundle of rope. Using a spell, he tied the rope onto
the ceiling and fashioned a noose before picking Harry up and dragging him to
the noose. He tightened the noose around both Harry�s
wrists and, with another spell, made Harry�s nightie slip off his body, leaving him bare.

�� Voldemort,
if that�s you, just say it and stop playing games!�

�� The person still did not
say a word. Harry could hear him accio a hairbrush�probably
the same one he used to spank so hard him a few days ago�and a belt. He felt
cold fingers brushing past his little baby bump and along his ass, preparing
him for what was about to come. It felt almost as cold as Severus� when he
first touched him in a sensual manner, but this was nowhere near sensual. It was
a biting cold that chilled him to the bone, making fear crawl up and down his
spine. It was then that Harry confirmed who his perpetrator was.

�� M�Milord�?�

�� You know I�m doing this
for your own good.�

�� So saying, said Voldemort let one fly with the hairbrush, in which Harry bit
his lip hard to not cry out. The boy did not give him the satisfaction to beg
for mercy and forgiveness as Voldemort kept on going
for about 15 minutes or so, not holding back on the spankings with the brush. By
that time, Harry had lost count on how many times he had been spanked as he was
sweating and probably going to have permanent teeth mark on his lips. His once
healing butt went black and blue again, sporting a bit of purple here and there
as the torrent of blows came down on him long and hard without discrimination
before it finally came to a stop.

�� Do you yield? Are you
sorry for cutting your beautiful hair?�

�� Shut�the fuck�up��
Harry breathed, his tears staining the blindfold.

�� Then I am not going to
let you off that easily.�

�� Without warning, Voldemort picked up the belt and let one fly onto Harry�s side, dangerously close to his baby bump. That was
when Harry knew he was serious, that if he didn�t yield his baby would die. Voldemort carried on whipping him, mostly on the butt but
some stray whips onto Harry�s side, all of them
dangerously close to his child in him.

�� No, no, stop! No! D�Don�t
hurt my baby!!�

�� Voldemort
would have none of that. He whipped some more, moving towards the front as he
let Harry�s legs suffer the wrath next. No matter how
Harry begged for Voldemort not to hit his baby, he
just moved higher and higher, whipping the calves first before moving
threateningly upwards to his thighs, getting closer and closer to his belly. Harry,
fearful for the child, finally threw away his pride and begged in wailing
agony.

�� Please forgive me, milord!!
I�m sorry!! I�m sorry I cut my hair!! I won�t do it again, please~!!�

�� Will you be good this
time?� Voldemort asked as he let a warning whip fly
near his side.

�� Yes! Yes! I�ll be good!�
Harry screamed out desperately. �Milord, please!!�

�� Good, and just you
remember��

�� Voldemort
turned his attention to Harry�s butt once more,
whipping him hard until Harry�s pleas became
incoherent�more like a mix between babbling, crying and sobbing�before deciding
he had enough punishment for one day. He threw away the belt and removed the
charm off the blindfold before taking it off and cupping his cheeks harshly.

�� Have you learnt your
lesson?�

�� Harry nodded, still
sobbing. He just wanted Voldemort to stop hurting his
baby. He would do anything if he would just lay his hands off the child.

�� Don�t make me do this
again, you hear me, Liat?�

�� With that, Voldemort released him from his binds and stomping off the
room, ordering Wormtail again to nurse his wounds
while leaving Harry to curl up in a fetal position sobbing his heart out.

--:--

�� Severus
found himself dressed in white in vast space of colourless
emptiness. The white on his clothes blended in so well with the surroundings
that he felt as if he was wearing the Invisibility Cloak that only revealed his
head, his hands and his black shoes. His footsteps echoed as he walked, unable
to tell where the floor ended and where the wall or ceiling began. He tried to
make out his surroundings and see if there were an end to this abyss but sadly
there was none.

�� He
found himself walking towards a black chair in the middle of nowhere. He looked
around to see if the chair belonged to someone but there didn�t seem to be
anyone claiming it. He circled the chair once, twice, but there was no foul
play. Tentatively, he took a seat on the chair, wondering what was going on.

�� As
soon as his butt rested on the chair, the setting suddenly changed into the
likes of a Victorian living room like a flowing motion, revealing himself sitting on a couch facing the fireplace. This time,
he was not alone. Sitting beside him on an armchair was Kaleb
Iason, his old flame, dressed in Victorian attire but
with a small rug wrapped around one of his hand.

�� K�Kaleb�?� Severus breathed. He had not seen him for a long
time, and there he was, appearing out of the blue.

�� Lemme guess, why am I here instead of your pretty little
pet?� Kaleb grinned deviously. �Simple,
because he doesn�t want to see you.�

�� Wh�What
are you talking about?�

�� Need
I spell it out for you? He � doesn�t � want � to � see � you. Period. Don�t blame him though, after what happened to your
son.�

�� M�My
son�?�

�� Are
you really as dumb as you look?� Kaleb rolled his
eyes sarcastically. �Here�s a visual aid for you.�

�� Almost
abruptly, Kaleb stood up and unveiled the rug on his
hand, revealing a bloody fetus that had its umbilical cord still attached and
was the size of a kidney bean. It took a few seconds for the sight to sink into
Severus� head before he jumped and cowered away, only to find himself falling
on his ass onto a concrete floor. The breeze that hit his face made him realize
that he was sitting on a balcony of a Muggle
building, with Kaleb sitting on the edge of the
balcony with Harry on his lap.

�� H�Harry?! Harry, what are you�You keep your hands off him, Kaleb!� Severus said as he got up. He tried to move forward
but some sort of invisible force was holding him back.

�� He
won�t hear you, Severus,� Kaleb poked at Harry�s cheek, in which Harry remained unresponsive as he
stared blankly at nothing in particular. �He doesn�t want to see you. He doesn�t
even want to look at you. You couldn�t even protect him, let alone your son. You�re
better off without them.�

�� Without
warning, Kaleb leaned back, holding Harry tightly in
his arms as he fell down possibly 50 feet below. Only then the invisible force
holding Severus down was gone and Severus ran to grab Harry, but it was too
late�

--:--

�� Master!
Master Snape, please wake up!�

�� Severus� eyes shot open at
Neville�s voice and shaking. He sat up abruptly to see both Neville and Colin
looking at him worriedly. It took him a few minutes to get his bearings as he
panted breathlessly to recover from his nightmare before he hastily wiped his
tears away, although it wouldn�t really matter since they already saw it.

�� What time is it?�
Severus asked, trying to sound normal as possible without giving away the
choked tone.

�� It�s
quarter past five, Master,� Neville replied. �We were doing our usual chores
when we heard��

�� Mr. Hugo just firecalled,� Colin cut short Neville�s words and shot him a
glare before turning back to Severus. �He was wondering when you will be done
with the Acne Potion because his prom is coming up soon.�

�� At least they have not
barred me from doing this part-time job of mine,� Severus muttered, hiding his
eyes with his hand, pretending to rub the sleep from his eyes. �Thank Merlin
for loyal customers. I�ll get to it right away just as soon as I freshen up. Go
change the roses on the bedside table. You know how Harry likes it fresh.�

�� Yes, Master,� Neville
said as he picked up the vase of slightly wilted red roses and took it to the
kitchen. As Colin cleaned the vase, Neville went out to the gardens for a few
minutes before returning with a fresh bouquet of roses�white ones, this time�to
put in the vase, sighing as he said, �Master Snape�s
nightmares are getting worse every day.�

�� It�s understandable,
what with Harry�s disappearance and all,� Colin
replied as he got started on making Severus� breakfast.

�� I wonder if Harry will
survive long enough until Master Snape and the Aurors find him and rescue him. So far, Mistress Granger and
the Dumbledore�s Army are not exactly making any progress, and the Daily
Prophet has begun to show signs of this Voldemort
character getting back on track with his murders on Harry�s
bloodline.�

�� He�ll be alright,� Colin
said half confidently. �He has the heart of a lion and a spirit of a warrior. He�ll
pull through. I�m sure of it�I guess.�

�� Neville nodded quietly
and fingered one of the flowers in the vase. Suddenly the flower turned from
its original white colour slowly into blood-red, then
to black. Minutes later, it burst into flames and wilted into ashes in his
hand. Neville gasped silently and quickly patted the ashes off his hand and the
table as it scattered. Luckily, Colin was too engrossed in breakfast-making to
notice.

�� Neville remembered his
grandmother telling him about such occurrences.

�� It was a form of
prediction. A sign.

�� He turned skywards to
see the clouds moving rapidly by the sudden strong wind as the sun began to rise.
He sighed uneasily as he walked back to Severus� room with the roses.

�� What will become of our dear friend?

A/N: Agh~! You�re right, Nev! What will become of Harry and Sev
for that matter~?! Reviews plz~!
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