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:
This chappie will be quite heart-wrenching, but
necessary to the plot, so prepare your tissues for a minor sob fest~!
Disclaimer:
We do not own Harry Potter and its characters, but we do own this story!
I’M A SLAVE FOR
YOU
“Look, Har!
Check that out!”
Harry turned to see what Colin was
pointing at. He was at Hogsmeade with Neville and
Colin to help them with their usual grocery shopping because he was getting a
bout of cabin fever, no thanks to Severus who told him to stay home no matter
what after that anniversary celebration they had at Madam Air’s Love Shack,
enjoyable as it may be. Again, Neville and Colin were a little hesitant in
taking him along for grocery shopping after being reprimanded by their Master
for letting Harry go out without express permission, but after a long bout of
begging from Harry and a rather convincing disguise due to his semi-long
hair—apparently Severus had thought Harry in long hair was rather appealing and
forbid him to cut it any shorter than shoulder-length—the two boys relented,
but only if he promised to stick close to them. Right now, the trio found themselves standing outside a baby store and began
window-shopping, checking out the items in display.
“Oh,
that is cute,” Neville was fawning over everything, though his attention was
particularly leaning towards one of those expensive toys, especially the lion
doll at the corner.
“That
one is cute too,” Harry chuckled as he pointed at a porcelain doll. “That is if
I get a little girl.”
“It sure is,” Colin smiled at the
sight of the doll. “Shall we go in and check it out. I think there are some
nice clothes as well.”
“You go ahead,” Harry said as he
gestured at the convenient store next door. “I’ll just get myself some
crystallized pineapple. I have a sudden craving for it. I’ll be right back.”
“Are you sure, Harry?”
Neville asked worriedly. “We can go with you. I don’t want to get in trouble
with Master Snape again.”
“Naw, I’m
fine, don’t worry. It’ll only be a sec. I won’t tell Sev
if you won’t.”
“Well…alright. But give a holler if
anything goes wrong, aye, mate? We’ll be just right in
here.”
“Scouts honour.”
After watching their little friend
walking away to the convenient store and made sure he entered safely, they both
went into the store, staying close to the entrance in case he needed them.
While they looked around, Harry walked down numerous aisles and looked around
for what he wanted. Just when he found his craving snack and was about to reach
over to get it, a stout calloused hand with chipped nails reached out from
nowhere and stopped him in his tracks. Harry gasped as he saw that it was Wormtail, looking up at him with a slightly wicked grin
hidden behind a patchy scarf, blocking Harry from the view of the cashier.
“Well, well, what have we here?
Master Riddle will be pleased. Yes, he will.”
“Wh-Wh-What are you doing h-h-here?” Harry asked in shock as he
backed away, looking around warily for a possible Voldemort
ambush. “I-I-Is Voldemort with
you?”
“Oh, don’t worry, Master Riddle
doesn’t know I am here,” Wormtail grinned again. “No,
he doesn’t. I am here to help you, yes, I am.”
“H-Help me?
H-How?”
Without warning, Wormtail
started pushing him. The man may be short and stout, but he had strength, and a
few times he had almost succeeded in throwing Harry off balance. Harry tried to
fight back but Wormtail was still clearly stronger.
“W-What the hell are you doing?!”
Harry pushed him back, only to earn another shove.
“Helping you, of course, yes, I am,”
Wormtail chuckled as he continued shoving him.
“You call this helping me?! What are
you trying to pull here?!”
“Trust me. It would be much more
merciful than what the Ministry will do to you.”
“Wh…What…?”
Wormtail
quickly took advantage of Harry being off-guard to deliver the hardest shove he
could make, then delivered a Bat-Bogey hex straight to
his stomach. That kick was hard enough to send the boy hitting against one of
the shelf, toppling everything. A sharp pain as if being impaled by a sword
jabbed thru his stomach and he felt the worse as he curled in a fetal position,
letting out a cry.
“Hey! You wanna
fight, take it outside, will ya?” the cashier
hollered, unable to really see what had exactly happened as her view was
blocked.
“Don’t tell Master Riddle I met you,
OK?” Wormtail managed a guilty squeak before kicking
Harry in the stomach for good measure and transforming into his Rat form and
hurriedly scurried away from the store. Harry winced as the pain got worse, and
he could feel something trickling down between his legs as he continued to hold
his stomach. The cashier, after her view was finally cleared, saw a small pool
of blood where the seat of his pants were and quickly attended to him.
“Oh Merlin!
Are…Are you alright?!”
“What’s going on here?”
The cashier looked up to see Severus
with the two guilty-looking servant boys Neville and Colin tailing behind him.
Severus was just around the neighbourhood, having
getting off work a little early and wanted to surprise Harry with a gift for
their baby and planned to take Harry for a walk after that. Neville and Colin
had not expected that their Master would be coming to shop in the same store
they were in, and one accusing glance from him told them that they were going
to be punished severely this time for disobeying his order again, especially
when he caught sight of the bag that he had given Harry for outing purposes
before they could hide it from him. He demanded the two boys to take him to
Harry and was about to find him when he saw the cashier flustered over somebody
lying on a pool of blood.
“Oh! Lord Snape!
This girl, she…”
Severus took one glance and knew
immediately that it was his beloved Harry in female disguise, and immediately
paled when he saw that the blood belonged to his little beloved. Without
thinking, he pulled away the cashier and picked Harry up, panic and worry
strewn across his face. Neville and Colin saw it too and looked like they had
their guts torn out of their bodies alive. Harry opened his eyes to look up and
saw Severus, and almost immediately the guilt just flooded his eyes with tears.
“S…Sev…!
T…The baby…Our b…baby…!”
“Shh, shh. Let’s get you to
St. Mungo,” Severus held Harry close and demanded the
cashier to lead him to the nearest fireplace, in which she led him to her own
at the backroom.
“Our baby…Our baby…” Harry started
sobbing in Severus’ arms as he clung on him.
“Shh…It’ll
be alright, shh…”
Severus immediately Floo-ed straight to St. Mungo,
followed by Neville and Colin who looked like they were going to go into a
verge of tears themselves. Lucky for him, there was a familiar face right at
the vicinity as Ard-Rí
Constantine, medi-wizard of Kym, was there to get
fresh supplies from St. Mungo that he couldn’t get
from the school’s Potions Master. With a flash, Severus, carrying Harry bridal
style and his robes covered in blood, sprinted towards the medi-wizard
with an almost bewildered look on his face.
“Ard-Rí Constantine! Please help!
Harry is losing a lot of blood!”
“Good Lord! Quick! Put him on a
bed!”
Ard-Rí Constantine immediately went into his work mode and took to
manhandling Harry. Severus did as he was told, while Harry continued sobbing as
his hands still clung on him, fearing the worst. Ard-Rí Constantine quickly came over with a
few nurse-witches with him and waved a wand over Harry’s belly, checking it
over while the nurse-witches worked hard in trying to bring down the bleeding.
After a minute or so, he sighed and put his wand down.
“I’m sorry. You’re too late. It’s
gone.”
“No…No, it can’t be!” Severus’ pale
face got even paler as he squeezed Harry’s hand. “You must be mistaken! Look
again!”
“There is no sign of life
whatsoever, Lord Snape,” Ard-Rí Constantine sighed and shook his
head. “I’m sorry. It’s gone, probably already gone before you got him here.
Whatever caused this was a very strong blow.”
“No…No, no, no, NO!!”
Harry wailed almost hysterically as he buried his face in Severus’ chest.
“It’s OK, Harry,” Severus held him,
trying not to break down and be strong for Harry, even though he felt like
screaming as well. “Calm down, you need to calm down.”
“Oh God!
It’s all my fault! It’s all my
fault!” Harry wailed uncontrollably, prompting Neville and Colin to break into
tears as well. “I should’ve listened to Neville! I should’ve let him and Colin
follow me to the store! We shouldn’t have separated! And now I bumped into Wormtail and I got our baby killed! Oh God! It's all MY
FAULT!!”
“What did you say…?” Severus knelt
down and picked his chin up, looking at him with a demanding glare. “You said Wormtail. Did he do this to you?”
Harry widened his eyes; he didn’t
mean this to slip like this. He had wanted to keep this quiet and bear the
responsibility. He looked away, “I…It’s my fault. I’m the one who…”
Severus pressed a finger to his
mouth, forbidding him to say more. Harry could see that Severus’ eyes were
swimming with negative emotions, mostly murderous, at the person who had caused
the death of their precious flesh and blood. Ard-Rí Constantine soon got started with taking Harry’s pants off
and fitted under his butt with numerous towels and a metal basin that was cold
to the skin.
“I’m sorry, lad, but you’re gonna have to push the baby out,” Ard-Rí Constantine said regretfully as he
reached down to massage Harry’s belly.
“No…No, please, I don’t want to…”
Harry begged, more tears flowing out of his sodden jade-green eyes.
“I’m sorry, but you have to. Or else
you would have an internal infection and I may be forced to save you in a way
that would cause you to lose any ability to have children again.”
“But…But…” Harry turned to Severus
pleadingly. “M…Make him stop telling me that…It’s my fault…Don’t…”
“Har,
please,” Severus said quietly, traces of tears welling up in the underside of
his eyes. “Do as he says.”
Harry, as much as he wanted to be in
denial and self-loathing, knew deep down inside that he had do
as they told him. Gritting his teeth and shutting his eyes tight, he pushed
along with Ard-Rí
Constantine’s massages, all the while clinging onto Severus for support and
ridden with torrents of sobs. After about 5 minutes and one more last push ever
so slightly, the dead fetus soon slid out between his legs and into the basin.
Against his better judgment, he leaned down to peek at the baby. It was a total
mess of blood, but it was almost fully formed with all the essential parts like
the head, face, ears, hands and feet, and as Ard-Rí Constantine massaged some more, the afterbirth that was still
connected to the baby via the umbilical cord. To most people, it would be the
most disgusting thing they have ever seen, but to Harry, nothing could be more
beautiful…and heartbreaking.
After a few minutes of staring at
the baby, Harry let loose a torrent of wails, tears pouring down like rain as
his cries echoed throughout the room. Severus had to hold him close to try and
calm him down while Ard-Rí
Constantine issued some sedatives and force-fed him in order to allow him to
relax and rest. Once Harry finally stopped fighting the effects of the
sedatives and gave in to sleep, Ard-Rí
Constantine cleaned him up, making sure that Harry’s transformation from a
pussy boy to a regular boy went smoothly as soon as the effects of the
impregnation potion wore off, and dressed him in the hospital gown and moved
him to the maternity ward to rest. Severus ordered Neville and Colin to stay
there and watch over Harry, never leaving him out of their sight ever again,
before making his way to the nearest hospital toilet and locked himself in one of the cubicles. He cast a very strong
Silencing Charm before slumping against the door and onto the floor, letting
out his own set of agonized wails as he cried over his misfortune, slamming his
fists until they bled against the door to vent out his hate and pain. If it
weren’t for the fact that he was in the hospital and not in the manor, things
would’ve been flying across the room and crashed like a storm just hit, given
Severus’ current state of mind right now.
5 hours had past
after Severus finally calmed down from his mourning their child’s death. Slowly he got up, magicked
away all traces of blood on the door that he had slammed and lifted the
Silencing Charm off the cubicle before coming out and washed his hands off the blood
and cleaned his abrasion wounds. He approached the out-patient section of St. Mungo to have his hands be applied with Insta-Cure
solution before going out to get something for Harry to cheer him up. When he
did come back, he had a white rose for Harry. He didn’t know exactly what type
of flower to give him, but the white rose seemed to be appropriate at best. He
sat it beside the bed and gestured Neville and Colin who were sitting there
watching their little friend vigilantly to leave. Harry slowly stirred when he
felt somewhat Severus’ presence beside him. Severus leaned down and kissed him
lightly on the lips.
“Hey, love. Did you sleep well?”
Harry opened his eyes weakly, still
a little drowsy frm the sedatives as he nodded
slowly.
“I got you something,” Severus said
as he picked up the rose and gave it to Harry, stroking his hair gently.
Harry took the rose and sniffed it a
while, fresh tears poured from his green eyes as memories of his miscarriage
started to hit home again.
“Shh…Once
you heal, we will try for another child,” He gently pressed his lips to Harry’s
forehead. “Please, don’t cry.”
“You must hate me…” Harry covered
his eyes with his arm, sobbing. “I couldn’t even protect our baby…”
“I could never hate you, Harry,”
Severus sat beside him and pulled him close. “Things happen, we make poor
choices, but that does not mean it was our fault. I should have gotten off
earlier and got you sooner.”
Harry shook his head, “I knew I
should have let Neville and Colin accompany me, but I chose to decline. I
should’ve seen it coming…” he trembled in his sobs. “I shouldn’t even be out. I
knew Grandpa Albus told us to keep my rescue under
the wraps so that the Ministry wouldn’t try to take me away, but I didn’t
listen. I had to be so bloody adventurous…You might as well leave a troublesome
person like me while you’re still at it…Everything dies around me anyway…Ever
since…since I was a slave and you bought me, nothing good has ever happened to
you…I brought you nothing but bad luck…”
“Don’t you dare!
Don’t you dare say that to me!” Severus pulled Harry’s
chin up and looked at him straight in the eye. “Who was it who saved me from
myself? Who got me back on my feet? Who was it that made me the happiest I have
ever been in such a long time? That was you, Harry. You saved me. You’re the
best thing that has ever happened to me, Harry, so don’t sell yourself short,
because I will not have it!”
So saying, Severus pulled him close
and kissed him gently, but conveying all his love in that kiss. Harry sobbed in
the kiss, taking in all the love Severus gave him, wrapping his arms around
him.
“I’m sorry…I’m so sorry…I’m sorry I
killed our baby…”
Severus kissed harder, not wanting
to hear Harry blame himself. He caressed Harry’s cheek and his neck before
pulling back.
“You did not kill the baby, love,”
Severus held him close. “The bastard Wormtail is the
one to blame. Not you. Don’t blame yourself anymore.”
“He…He said he was doing this…to…to
help me…I don’t understand…”
“What? Help you? What kind of
rubbish is that? When I see him, I am going to slit his throat…”
“My, my, Mr. Snape,
words like that could get you arrested there.”
Severus looked up and his breath
almost hitched to see Cornelius Fudge entering the ward in all his high and
mighty air, with Barty Crouch Sr. and Dolores Umbridge and a few Aurors tailing
behind his wake. Instinctively, Severus wrapped his arms around Harry
protectively as he glared the Ministry members down. Harry could only whimper
and cling onto Severus for dear life, begging hard in his heart that they would
not do what he feared they might do.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
Severus growled. “How dare you show your face in front of us?”
“Tsk, tsk,” Dolores shook her head
in disapproval. “Such temper. You’re just proving us
more that you are a bad influence to the boy.”
“And why ask what is already known?”
Cornelius smirked. “We have received intelligence that Harry is no longer a
prisoner of Voldemort and we have a warrant to allow
us to take the boy. After all, you must remember what was already decided in
the Wizengamot court about the boy being under the
custody of the state.”
“Who was your intelligence?! I
demand to know!”
“You have no right to know,” Dolores
snorted. “The person deserves the right to be unnamed. Now hand over the boy,
Mr. Snape.”
“Harry is not a thing you can just
toss around and own!” Severus shouted. “He is my lover and soon to be my wife!
I will not allow you to take him away from me!”
“That is absurd,” Barty Crouch Sr. scoffed. “You know the rules: You cannot
marry a minor without parental consent, and since Dumbledore is no longer his
legal guardian and we are the law, your union is forbidden.”
“Haven’t you done
enough by separating us?! He just had a miscarriage, no thanks to that
monster’s lackey Wormtail! He killed our child and
now you want to take him away from me again! Have you no heart?!”
“Is that what happened there?”
Dolores let out the annoying laugh she always did when she was delighted. “Like
Minister Fudge said, he’s done us a favour. Now we
don’t have to dirty our hands in aborting the filthy thing.”
“You will regret saying that, you
bitch!!”
Severus brandished out his wand and
was about to strike when a couple of the Aurors came
up to block him, disarming him in the process. As the Aurors
took him down and subdued him with their wands at his jugular, Cornelius
gestured Barty Crouch Sr. and the rest of the Aurors to go and take Harry, ignoring the ex-Potions Master
and the boy’s protests and was about to drag the boy out of bed when all the Aurors were hit with the Body-Bind Curse. Everyone turned
to see Ard-Rí Constantine
with his wand brandished as he came close to them with his medi-kit.
“What in the name of Merlin is going
on around here?” Ard-Rí
Constantine demanded.
“Now, now, dear doctor, there is no
need for violence,” Barty Crouch Sr. tried to calm
the medi-wizard down but was met with the latter’s
glare.
“You started it, and I will not have
violence in this house of healing. Now what are you doing to the poor lad? He needs
his rest. He just a very unfortunate accident.”
“Yes, yes, we know,” Dolores
grumbled impatiently. “He just lost his child. Big deal.
We are here to take him back into custody. He belongs to the state. We are only
doing our job.”
“Yeah?” Ard-Rí Constantine raised a brow as
he barely even bat an eyelid at one of the Aurors who
was subduing Severus pointing his wand at him. “Well, I am doing my job as
well, and my job is to make sure that the boy is to receive adequate rest after
a grueling experience.”
“We have clearance!” Cornelius
growled, taking out the warrant from his robes to show the medi-wizard.
“We have a warrant to take the child away! Are you trying to go against the
Ministry?”
“I could care less about your
pompous farce,” Ard-Rí
Constantine growled as he burnt the warrant with a spell, earning a yelp of
shock from the minister. “Are you going to let me do my job or do you want me
to reveal it to the general public that the Ministry does not care about the
wellbeing and the health of a little child and be held responsible for any
health complications that might occur to him?”
The ministers looked at him
venomously for a good long minute before finally releasing the Aurors’ Body-Bind Curse and jerked their heads to tell them
to release Severus. Severus quickly got up and held Harry close, while
Cornelius stomped up to the medi-wizard.
“I know you, Ard-Rí Constantine. I know you and your
family history very well,” Cornelius sneered. “Mark my words, you may be
descended by the Scottish High-Kings, but only by name, and names will not help
you save your life,” he then turned to Severus, “You may have gotten away this
time, but mark my words, you and the boy are not out of the loop yet. Harry is
still under state custody and remains that way unless I say otherwise. These Aurors,” he gestured at the said party, “will be here
standing guard until the boy recovers, and by then, he will come with us
whether you like it or not. Set him one foot outside without their permission
and its Azkaban for you.”
With that, they left, leaving the Aurors to sit on guard outside the ward. Ard-Rí Constantine rolled his eyes and went
to Harry, checking his vitals.
“Poor little lad,” Ard-Rí Constantine mused. “You must be
terrified. There, there, the big bad ministers aren’t here anymore.”
“But…But they said they’ll come back
for me once I got better…” Harry whined in fear.
“Shh, I’m
here, love,” Severus said as he caressed Harry’s head, kissing him. “If they
dare to lay a finger on you, I’ll show them what for.”
“I know this may sound like a silly
question but, how are you feeling right now?” Ard-Rí Constantine asked.
“I…” Harry bit his lip, still
sobbing bt not so badly now.
“I wanna see our baby…”
“I don’t think that would be good. I
don’t want to make you anymore upset than you already are.”
“I promise the next child will be
right next to you,” Severus said. “Always.”
“But…But I wanna
hold it in my arms…say my goodbyes…” Harry whimpered. “I wanna
at least bury it with my own hands…”
Severus’ heart ached to see his
little beloved like this. Looking up pleadingly at Ard-Rí Constantine, the medi-wizard
finally relented.
“Alright, alright.
I was wondering what to do with it anyway,” Ard-Rí Constantine disappeared from the ward for a while and came
back with something that looked like a handheld-sized mini-chest to Severus. “I’ve
wrapped it up nice and good and put it in here, but it will have to go to the
morgue soon. It can only be kept for so long before it starts to smell. Its genitals
are not fully developed yet, but I have a feeling it is a little girl.”
“Thank you,” Severus took the chest
from him. “When can Harry go home?”
“He’s still a little too weak from
the blood loss, but I suppose you can take him home tomorrow,” Ard-Rí Constantine took a glance outside. “Unfortunately
that would mean allowing them to take the poor lad. Normally when a patient
suffering from miscarriage is discharged, they are advised to be kept him in
bed for a couple or more days, but I’ll try to get the medi-wizards
and witches here to stall for his release as long as possible. That is the best
I can do. Try to be with him as much as possible. He’ll need it.”
“Understood,” Severus handed the
chest to Harry. “Hear that, love? It’s a little girl.”
Harry nodded and took the chest, cradling
it in his arms, and curling up around it like a cat would with its young.
“You rest well now, alright?” Severus
put his arm around Harry and nuzzled him gently. “I will be back soon.”
As Severus left the room, Harry held
the chest protectively until he went back to a dreamless sleep.
A/N: Poor Harry~! My heart feels like it has just been
wrenched out of my chest alive~!! Boo hoo hoo~!! TT_TT Reviews plz~
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