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Droit de seigneur	By : knj4k4 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 35840 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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The fire in the mantle flared big and bright and blue before retreating as Severus Snape stepped through. Lucius stood to greet his guest.

“Welcome Severus.”

Severus nodded and brushed ash from his robes. On the dark fabric the residue resembled dandruff and contrasted sharply. It amused Lucius.

He said nothing, no expression giving away his thoughts. Tonight was not a meeting of equals but one summoned to see a superior. Lucius need not mention it. Severus ego was weak and pitiful so Lucius needed to soften the edges of reality to get any true use out of him.

“Sit Severus,” he pointed to a nearby lounge. “I have directives from our lord.”

Severus sat inelegantly. Severus cared not for his body or how he carried himself. That the younger wizard cared so little for his appearance and yet expected such veneration was something of an amusement for Lucius and the other elite.

Severus crossed his arms, face impatient and apprehensive. “Well?” he prompted.

Enjoying the upper hand –as Severus wouldn’t leave without hearing the Dark Lord’s missive- Lucius sipped his wine.

“The Dark Lord is unsatisfied with the reconnaissance coming out of Hogwarts.”

Severus lifted a brow and Lucius felt the tide of power shifting.

“Is he?”

“Indeed. Your reports on the Potter brat are detailed but lacking in substance.” Which was true enough; Lucius had overheard the Dark Lord complaining about constant reports on the boy’s growing harem but containing no tactical information.

“Is that all?” Severus pressed - the tide inexplicably in his corner. “I thought you’d had directives for me.”

Lucius kept his temper. Severus hadn’t been savvy enough to get a reaction from him in years. It was why he was no longer invited to Lucius’ bed. Without a challenge the man’s hideous hygiene was too high a deterrent.

“Of course,” he said calmly, “I simply wished to warn you of impending unpleasantness. I shall bother you no further. Our Lord wishes to know of the boy’s defense club. I’d have given this chore to my son but Draco’s respnsibilities are much more challenging. I’m sure this simple task is not beyond your means, however.”

He was pushing for the white rage Severus fell into whenever his worth was questioned. It had become more difficult to push him there in recent years.

Disappointingly, Severus only smiled.

“If you want a report on your son you need only ask.”

Lucius abruptly realized he was no longer in control of this meeting –if indeed he ever had been.

“He was struggling until a few weeks ago. He seems to be sleeping and eating again, so I assume he has made progress.”

Lucius’ mood lighting significantly, “excellent, and I will inform our master. “

“No need, “Severus interrupted, “it was in that my recent report.”

They sneered at each other from across the room. Then Severus inexplicably burst into laughter, a move so surprising Lucius could only gawk unseemly.

“It has been good to battle which he once more. To have our last end in my favor is pleasing.”

“Our last?” Lucius readied his wand. Severus was in favor with Voldemort but surely wouldn’t to use it for something so petty as comeuppance. Lucius had thought Severus learned his lesson on asking for useless things when Lilly Potter was not left alive. Still, Lucius knew better than to assume he understood the inner workings of the plebian mind.

Severus just grinned and suddenly Lucius’ otherwise empty room was full of people. Lucius recognized some of them; Augustus Rockwood, Evan Rosier, his son: Draco. But his eye was drawn to the prize: Harry Potter - in the flesh.

Lucius stood, “my son, this is… Our lord will be pleased." He stepped toward the bound Potter, hunger in his eyes.

“Be silent. Do not move your hands, your arms, your mouth, or your feet." Potter commanded quickly.

Lucius found himself bound by this unknown magic. His eyes swiveled madly from his son to his fellow death eaters. All but Rosier moved to unbind Potter.

“Move over there,” Potter said and Lucius and Rosier obeyed instantly.

“What to do with you," Potter encircled them as a predator does his prey but Lucius was not afraid, this boy had nothing on the sheer terror the Dark Lord inspired. Lucius would not be intimidated by a mere slip of a boy not yet even fully grown.

“Draco my love?"

Draco whimpered and knelt at Potter’s feet, cringing when Potter used his knee to push him off harshly.

“I thought I’d made myself clear,” Draco dropped his gaze to the floor, shoulders hunched and Lucius despaired. Even though Draco was weak, he was still Malfoy and Black. To be so easily cowed by will shaping magic…

“Your mission was your father which I can see you’ve completed. Do you know why am upset?" Draco shook his head a tear falling from his eye to splash on the floor.

"Need I remind you of your claiming ceremony with Dennis? Which of these men have you chosen to doom me with? You must know they’ll be incapable of independent thought now that you forced my hand. Even Severus, a mere slave, has made better decisions tonight.”

Severus preened but it was missing the superior satisfaction Lucius was used to seeing. Severus should be gloating and instead looked overjoyed Potter even deigned to remember his name.

Draco prostrated himself on the floor openly crying and Potter sighed. This was not the Gryffindor who confronted Lucius at the ministry – eager to prove himself and fearful for his friends. This was something else.

“I will allow you to explain."

Draco quivered to his knees, licking Potters boots in delight. Lucius was disgusted;his rage at both Potter and his son growing exponentially. He began to break through the magic holding him and could see a Rosier doing the same.

“Master, you tasked me with chaining my father as well as any death eaters I thought useful. Rockwood is an unspeakable and you seemed happy with him." Potter nodded conceding the point and Draco grew bolder. He nuzzled Potter's thigh and was summarily pushed off though he was unfazed. “I chained Rosier and Wormtail for that reason and my father and aunt because you asked.”

Potter looked pleased and reached down to pet Draco, who squirmed in pleasure. “Really? That many?” he snapped a finger and Severus and Rockwood instantly cleared the room of furniture and began drawing a runic circle in ash on the floor. Rosier jerked and his struggle ceased, his eyes growing wide with fear in shock. Lucius began to fear. Rosier was a master at runes, a protégé. If he feared then Lucius had due cause to do the same.

“Hmm," Potter was watching them avidly, “Rosier seems to recognize our plan."

“He should master." Draco leaned heavier on Potter’s thigh, “he was a protégé and school. Better than Granger. He set the top scores and he’s held them for two decades.”

“Fascinating, what’s he doing with it? “

Draco’s snorted, “When he’s not translating things for Voldemort, he’s a curse breaker for Gingotts."

Lucius was so surprised by Draco’s fearless use of the Dark Lord’s name he nearly missed Potters near - evil smile.

“Is that so? Then you deserve a reward Sugar. What did you plan for him, pet or slave?”

Harry had felt the need to nickname Draco a sloppy American name, so unlike his previous life. Draco ducked his head, blushing, while fear and horror struck like a gong inside Lucius.

“Well he’s very pretty Master,” Draco almost whispered.

“That he is Sugar.”

Severus and Rookwood stood, signifying the completion of the runic pattern. They walked back to kneel behind Potter without a word. Lucius had never seen either one so subservient. Even in the face of the Dark Lord himself neither one ever gave more than what was ordered of them.

Potter inspected their work - heedless of Rookwood’s flinch as he leaned down to fix a section.

“Perfect," Potter stood, “Lucius, step into the circle but don’t disturb the ash.”

Unwillingly Lucius did so, his ineffective struggles made his muscles scream as if pushing on an immovable object.

“Severus, teach Draco how to draw a circle." Potter ordered pointing to another clear area. Rosier’s mental and magical struggles began to produce results and his fingers twitched. Potter saw and sighed. “Restrain him Augustus.” Rockwood jumped to obey.

As Lucius stepped over the ash patterns a slippery twisting bind appeared in his mind. He could feel it bolstering the magic already controlling his body. Lucius knew there would be no more fighting orders. Unlike the imperious, which was a seductive whisper that could be overcome, this overtook Lucius’ own power and supplanted it with taut puppet strings.

Forsaking his body Lucius took the battle internal and missed the chain on his ankle brand him as well as the subduing of the mark on his arm. Lucius’ mind was a fortress, its defense and cultivation a process that began in childhood. He was confident he could at least protect the core of himself from this invading magic.

He was wrong.

The cut on his arm was felt only vaguely, so intent was Lucius on his mental fortifications.

The potion Potter made him drink banished decades of metal protections leaving a blank canvas Potters magic reworked relentlessly. Lucius’ mental fortitude prolonged his awareness only to trap him as an unwilling witness to the destruction of everything he was. Potter’s magic left a need, a hunger to please his master: Harry Potter. There was left no desire for personal gain or independence. He would obey his master because that’s all he wanted to do.

“Master?” Draco asked, his runic circle complete. “Why a slave? Why not a pet,” Lucius knew it was he they were discussing and was only interested in the answer so long as it allowed him to better serve his master.

“I already have one Malfoy pet. What good is two of them,” Master answered. “Besides Lucius will serve me well this way.”

Lucius sensed a question and sought to reassure his master, “yes master yes. I will serve you well.”

Harry laughed. The instant servitude was most pleasing. He knew Lucius’ new crushing desire to please would settle as he completed the tasks Harry gave him. Still, servitude fit some people better than others. While the pets settled at the same rate and left the same obedience and level of independence; the slaves all deferred.

Dumbledore and Amelia Bones were, Harry thought, at level one. The ritual only in its first stages, Dumbledore ruled Hogwarts with Harry’s chain around his ankle, but was also old and tired and so the chain had a tighter hold on him then normal. He was now unable to see into Harry’s mind, and any information found against Harry was summarily forgotten. When Severus first slipped the chain on Dumbledore’s ankle, that night the old fool was so careless with his life and called Severus to heal him, Harry feared he’d need to complete the ritual before the time was right, so aware was Dumbledore. But it settled. Harry was now able to influence Dumbledore’s mind and body without alerting the old goat of any controlling authority.

Amelia Bones was little better then a drone. Captured by the full ritual, she was an independent nature. Even the simplest of instructions were difficult for her. The magic held her tightly in submission to stave off rebellion and so no original thought made dealing with surprises nearly impossible. She did get it done, but Harry had to assign assistance. She still had no independence and so owled Harry nightly for the next day’s orders to complete within her position as director. The slave magic controlled efficiently based on each individual slave. Replacing her was going to become necessary soon.

Hagrid, Roodwood, Pomphrey, and the Dursleys were at level two. They obeyed, and had just enough original thought to adapt to surprises, but not enough to anticipate Harry’s wants, needs, or desires.

At level three was Severus only. The Potions Master very much enjoyed the security of knowing all he needed to do was please his master, and so had more independence. He had executively capsulated on the unique opportunity Dumbledore’s near death and naivety gave him and handed Harry one of the most powerful wizards of three generations on a silver platter. Harry still had yet to reward Severus adequately. The magic gave Severus freedoms that few of the other slaves had.

Rockwood prodded Rosier forward. Rosier still bound with incarsarus had freed his face from the slave magic.

“Very impressive Evan dear.”

Rosier snarled, “I’m not weak like these fools you won’t entrap me so easily. ”

Harry grinned and gently ran his pointer finger along the taller man’s jaw. Rosier snapped his teeth at it only causing Harry to laugh.

“You are right Sugar, he’s very pretty.”

Rockwood levitated Rosier horizontally into the circle. Harry inclined his head watching the effect curiously.

Rosier’s head entered first but no change occurred. Rosier continued to spit insults, until the dark mark passed through. Silver fire leapt up from the ring to consume the mark but unlike the others, Rosier’s mark solidified into a metal talisman and fell off his arm with a clear clang.

“Guess this proves my theory pet. Voldemort did use slave magic.” Slytherin’s book said one master’s mark is replaceable with another’s. “But you said he didn’t use this ritual?”

“No,” Draco insisted.

As Rosier’s chained ankle crossed the circle and branded him, his screams stopped and the ritual continued as normal. With a flick of his wand, Rockwood unbound Rosier who grunted flopped to the floor.

“Are you hurt pet?” Harry was unsure what would happen to the ritual if Rosier was injured.

“No,” Rosier rallied, “you son of a bitch…”

“Ah ah,” Harry held up a finger with deceptive charm. “If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all.” Rosier growled as the order was unwillingly obeyed.

“Let’s wrap this up” Harry told the room. Voldemort was using Malfoy manner and could interrupt at any time. The thrill of the threat caused adrenaline to course through Harry’s veins making him feel alive.

A gesture brought forth Draco who fell to his knees and took out Harry’s soft cock. Harry placed a hand on Draco’s head but let his attention turn to Lucius.

“Lucius slave, does it bother you to see your son on his knees for me? ” Harry couldn’t shake his curiosity on the totality of his magic. He needed to know all the details. Plus it amused him.

“No master. Draco is pleasing you, doing is you asked.”

“Are you proud of him then?”

Lucius shook his head eyes never leaving Harry’s, “no. All my feelings await your direction. Do you wish for me to be proud of him?”

“Do you still know he is your son? Do you feel a bond to him, a loyalty?”

“He is my son because you have said so. My loyalty is to you.”

Harry snorted, “Get over here and take Draco’s place I have some questions for him.”

Draco pulled off, his face wet and slick with spit and pre come. If he didn’t wipe it off. Though they never said anything all the pets knew he preffered to keep them covered in his scent.

“How did you get the chain on them?” Harry asked. He could see Rosier jerk up in interest.

“Polyjuiced as Narcissa,” Draco grinned knowing it was brilliant. “She’s fucking nearly everyone.”

Harry threw back his head and laughed. Lucius fell off his cock so Harry slapped him away. “Almost done, care to finish me off Evan?”

Harry grinned when Rosier spit at the ground unable to otherwise express his disgust due to previous limitations.

“Oh well, not this time then.” He knew Rosier would beg for his dick soon. They all knew it. Still, it was amusing to watch the last protestation of a former death eater.

“Draco,” Harry commanded and groaned as Draco’s talented mouth swallowed him down. As Harry grew close he said, “don’t swallow,” and grabbed Draco’s head, holding him close as he fucked his mouth. Harry hunched over Draco grunting as he came. Used to such treatment, Draco took it all, blue eyes blown wide at Harry’s coarse handling.

Severus placed a potions vial in Harry’s hand for Draco to spit in. “This should give us both claim over him.” Draco blushed and thanked his master who gently kissed Draco’s cheek, “you earned it.”

Rosier backed up as Harry approached until Harry ordered him still. The cut on his arm was deep and bled freely onto the floor. Harry shot Severus a disappointed glare and the dour man flushed with shame.

“Seems Severus doesn’t like you much Evan. It’s a shame that my beloved isn’t here to punish him.”

Severus groaned quietly and staggered under the emotional blow. Often even the mention of punishment had Harry’s slaves groaning in pain. The pets were much worse. Dennis once tried to kill himself for not coming on command.

“Drink this all gone Evan.”

Rosier couldn’t even fight it. Nearly instantly the potion was gone.

Rosier groaned, fighting the pull but succumbed nearly instantly.

“Say Evan, earlier –when I asked you to make me come – what were you going to say?”

“Yes, please. I’ll do anything you want. Let me please you, how can I please you Master?”

“Is that what you wanted to say? Really?”

“No, but that was before. Now I am yours. Before doesn’t matter.”

This was a new for Harry none of the other pets were capable of reasoning until after the ritual settled.

“Hmm well I’m not even sure you’ll be any good. Show me you can please Draco. Suck him Evan.”

Draco stepped into the runic circle and into Evans waiting hands. Evan pulled out Draco’s delicate cock but instead of swallowing eagerly like Harry expected, Evan gently nuzzled and then nibbled at Draco’s pink prick. Intrigued, Harry stepped inside as well.

“Is that what you like Sugar?” Draco nodded his eyes closed and hands fisted in the black robes that covered his thighs. Harry stepped up close behind him and Draco molded his back to Harry’s front. “You like to be taken care of.” Draco whimpered.

The addition of Draco was unusual enough that a variation to the ritual was expected. Still, Harry hadn’t expected Rosier to cater so early to Draco’s needs. This instinctive knowledge of preferences and desires was part of the magic. Harry would need to test its limitations.

Draco trembled against Harry’s chest. “You don’t have permission to come Sugar.” Draco cried in frustration.

Harry enjoyed his pets. He loved to use them and to test their limits. He played with one every night and by now knew all their strengths and weaknesses.

As Harry’s preference ran towards men, his female pets got less attention. Still, Harry knew of their buttons.

Ginny was needy. Harry’s first pet – he wasn’t about to try a new magic on Neville – she was also his least favorite. While under Harry’s hand she performed any service with skill but then whined about any injury or embarrassment for weeks in an effort to garner sympathy and guilt from Harry.

As a metamorph, Tonks could be anything Harry desired including a male and still retain a woman’s squirting and multiple orgasm abilities. Her threshold for pain was high and she was eager to please. Unfortunately Harry’s only saw her frequently in this summer’s when she guarded number four private drive for Dumbledore’s order.

Luna was an odd one. That the magic took was unquestionable. She was undoubtedly Harry’s pet. Still, she was unusual and had a habit of pulling off what was deemed impossible even with magic. Her threshold for pain was low. Still, she took what Harry wished. She was most satisfied when serving Harry. She could ride him for hours and -with Neville- was the only one he felt comfortable giving himself over too, as they were the only ones who volunteered for the magic.

Neville took pain like a sponge. Nothing Harry tried to date had made Neville falter. Sometimes Harry’s regard for Neville felt toxic causing Harry to purge those feelings from Neville’s flesh. Not once had Neville been afraid during this. He always understood.

Colin was mediocre in every aspect but one. He shied from pain and had a difficult time staving off orgasm. But he was hardly ever humiliated. Anything Harry asked for no matter how public, no matter how dehumanizing, Colin loved it. He was a very frequently Harry’s ‘little cum hole’ a dump site for himself and the other pets.

Dennis had very little independence left. Whatever originality he possessed before the claiming was wiped away by Harry’s impatience during the ritual. The youngest of them was Harry’s most devoted and took anything Harry could think of with thanksgiving and eagerness. Harry often spoiled the youngest boy.

Draco could withstand pain to a point but his stamina was low. He couldn’t control his dick. Fortunately Draco’s recovery time allowed for multiple orgasms a night. Harry’s record was six without the aid of magic and eleven with.

Rosier pulled off after Draco came and waited for Harry’s instructions calmly. It was odd as by now Harry expected rabid hunger and incomprehensible pleading.

Pulling Draco from the runic circle Harry waited, wanting to ensure Rosier’s devotion. When Rosier began to whimper, shake, and crawl towards him Harry said “strip.”

Rosier’s clothes were gone in a blink of Rosier’s wandless magic. “Is it’s that he’s reached maturity do you think?” Harry asked his slaves. Knowing the magic gave them insights into his meaning.

“It could also be Draco’s addition. Is this not how you bound me to master Neville?” Severus returned.

“You are not bound to Neville,” Harry told him absently “you serve him because I ordered it and you know it pleases me.”

Severus nodded but Harry didn’t care about his understanding.

Rosier was now begging, “please, let me serve you, I need you inside me, I need you to claim me. How can I serve you? Master please.”

It was quiet and clear but Harry accepted it, “spit in his hole Draco.” Harry ordered knowing that taking a pet dry pulled painfully on the skin of his dick. Rosier moaned and pushed his ass into Draco to accept his spit.

Harry forced himself inside Rosier in two brutal thrusts. He pulled the man’s hips up so Rosier’s hands and feet took his weight and Harry could stand. Experience indicated the duration of this part provoked loyalty so Harry took his time; likewise, pain insured submission and obedience. He slapped Evan’s ass and thighs hard invoking his grunts and screams.

Evan fell to his knees and elbows shaking with exhaustion. Harry didn’t follow him. When the need got too great Evan screamed, “please! Master!” And Harry said calmly, “get up.”

Groaning with effort, Evan climbed to feet and bent over so Harry resumed fucking him.

When Harry finally came - triggering Evans own orgasm - Evan fell to the floor shaking with exhaustion and lying in a pool own cum.

“You’ll have to work on that pet,” Harry told the prone man.

Severus and Draco lit a match and burned sage to cleanse the room of the magic remnants so Voldemort wouldn’t discover it. Rockwood and Lucius returned Lucius’ office back to its former glory. Harry assumed possession of a chair nearby and gladly accepted that the Polyjuice potion Draco handed him. Harry had to be cleansed of magic to perform the rituals but now it was complete, staying ‘Harry potter’ was the height of folly. If anyone looked in they would see Narcissa Malfoy holding court over her family and lovers.

“I have a plan that will place me in total control of the whole Wizarding World.” Harry/Narcissa said. Draco and Rosier shivered in delight at their master’s words while the slaves merely lit up in excitement.

“Before I tell you, you must be tested,” he told Lucius and Evan who lowered their heads in acceptance.

“Draco and Severus have proven themselves and already know the plot,” expecting looks of jealousy Harry/Narcissa was pleasantly surprised when the other three only wanted to know how to prove themselves.

“Augustus’s test was tonight – leading Harry Potter undetected through Voldemort’s lair.” Augustus preened as it had been successful. “You each have a separate task. Lucius, I want a list of all the death eaters and sympathizers, their names, jobs, special skills. Luna Lovegood will help you get images of them and their families. You will obey her as if she was me.”

Lucius nodded his agreement to what he believed was a simple task. Harry knew better. Collin still hadn’t completed his even though he’d had several years and help. Severus had told him there neared five hundred Death eaters and the sympathizers numbered three times that.

“Evan, pet, your dark mark falling off was unexpected and rather disappointing.” Evan and Rockwood winced at Harry’s displeasure. “Your part will need to be soon - before you lose favor by not coming to Voldemort when summoned.”

Harry glanced at Lucius and wondered if he could trust the ritual. None of the other slaves even hinted at rebellion but if Lucius had beaten it, the plan would fail.

“Lucius, you will make every man here cum in five minutes.” Harry/Narcissa told him. It was the most humiliating thing he could think of for the former Lord in so little time. “After each you will thank him for seeding my mudblood whore.”

Draco, the voyer, shuddered and nuzzled Harry/Narcissa’s hip in pure lust. Lucius obeyed immediately beginning with Rookwood, who barely paid attention.

Harry cupped Evans cheek with his hand and lifted so their eyes met. Evan leaned into it. “Expect an owl. It will carry a package. You are to study the contents until you think you can convince Voldemort of its authenticity. Then take it to him.”

“Thank you for seeding master’s mudblood whore.” Lucius whispered as Roodwood shook in climax. Harry/Narcissa lifted a brow apparently Lucius was more talented then was expected. It had not taken the full five minutes. Severus smirked down at his fellow slave and former advisory while Lucius began servicing him eagerly.

Just then the door opened admitting Bartimus Crouch junior. He smirked at them and Draco scowled. Ever since Barty junior helped Voldemort return and escaped Dumbledore and the Dementors he was a Voldemort’s undisputed favorite. He lorded it over the other death eaters.

Lucius didn’t stop.

"Well, am I missing the party?" Barty sauntered to them and conjured a chair between Evan and Harry/Narcissa. Evan hissed.

"Now now," Barty chided, "that any way to act around a lady." He took Harry/Narcissa’s hand. "Dearest one…" Barty saw Lucius and choked.

"Barty" Harry/Narcissa interrupted, "Boo, I believe I told you to stay away from here tonight."

Draco and Severus gasped, recognizing the pet name as Harry's oft vaunted ace in the hole.

Barty junior trembled, realizing his mistake. "Master I," he fell from a chair to his knees. "I was directed by the Dark Lord to find out why Malfoy was having uninvited guests." Sweat beaded on Barty’s lip at Harry’s disapproval.

"I see," Harry said stiffly. "I'm most displeased."

Barty whimpered. "I'll deal with you later. Severus and I should go." Luicus quickly used magic to make Severus cum and whispered his directed phrase. Harry/Narcissa gripped Barty’s chin and jerked it up so their eyes met. "Tell Voldemort Lucius invited whores and used them then had Rosier and Rockwood dispose of them."

Barty agreed, eager to earn back his master's approval. Lucius made to continue, pulling out Rosier’s prick and Harry, pleased with this, stopped him. “That’s enough Lucius, you will act as you always have but in private you will obey Draco. Await my owl and open it in private.” Lucius nodded, cum dripping from one corner of his mouth.

As Harry and Severus stepped into the fire Draco inquired, “Master? Boo?”

Harry winked, “I don't believe Hermione ever turned in her Time Turner. How did you think he'd disappeared from a warded room just as Dumbledore, Fudge, and three Dementors descended on it?" Harry then disappeared in blue floo flame.
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Draco whimpered and knelt at Potter’s feet, cringing when Potter used his knee to push him off harshly.