I'm A Slave For You-Chp38

I'M A SLAVE FOR YOU

Harry was on his way to the lab to bring Severus his daily need of potions. Despite his condition, Severus refused to be confined in bed and insisted that he returned back to his usual daily schedule of teaching his 'dunderheads', as he would put it, and insisted that Horace Slughorn be returned back to his life of retirement, whatever it may be. The substitute Potions teacher was not too thrilled at first, and neither was Poppy who kept hollering behind his wake that he must go back to lying down at the infirmary and carry on with his physical therapy, but after Albus personally checked him out, the old Headmaster deemed him fit to teach as long as he went for his daily physical therapy at the end of the day, and who else but Harry was assigned to make sure that he did as he was told.

It has been more than a week since Harry was officially named as Harry James Percival Jr. Potter-Dumbledore, in which Albus would affectionately call him either 'Har' or 'Percy'. The old man had kept his fingers crossed since the day he brought his case of adopting Harry to the Ministry Council and after probably three days of discussion between the high members of council and going through the irrefutable reasons Albus had given them, they have finally gave the old man the green light and Albus wasted no time into adding the name 'Percival' and 'Dumbledore' into Harry's name and inside the family registrar. As soon as that was done, Harry's room that was in the office was immediately cleared and all his belongings there were moved to Albus' home which was just a Floo powder away, and the hired help in the Dumbledore household welcomed the little boy almost immediately. It took Harry a while to adjust to the fact that he was no longer a slave and that he did not need to run errands like he used to, but still, he was always glad to offer his adopted grandfather a helping hand whenever he could, thus earned his status in school as Albus' personal office assistant, in which he dutifully showed up every afternoon. He had a personal tutor come in to Albus' house every morning to teach him more on reading and writing, and helped him get started on some of the things that were taught in Hogwarts so that he could catch up and probably be lucky enough to enroll into Hogwarts as a full-fledged wizard student.

Again, it created a huge sensation among the public once the news about the Ministry giving Albus the green light to adopt Harry spread around town like wildfire. Wherever the old man took the boy whenever he needed to get something for themselves or for the school, passers-by would either throw a glance of mixed feelings or stop to admire the boy and compliment the old man for such a fine young fellow, though whether or not their compliments were genuinely sincere was unknown. There was no doubt quite a number of people who still did not like the idea of a slave being elevated amongst the legitimate society, most of them the students of Hogwarts and their parents and of course the hired help of the school, but so far, they had dared not cause any trouble because he was officially the grandson of Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster and one of the highest-ranking member of the Ministry of Magic. They could only accept this reality grudgingly and preferred to have nothing to do with the boy, as if he didn't exist, but it did not really bother Harry even a little, since he was already used to being ignored anyway. The only people who were genuinely pleased with him and his newfound freedom were Draco, the Old Married Couple, the Hogwarts staff (who has learnt to love him like their own, with the exception of Argus Filch) including Hagrid, who still couldn't stop picking him up and hug him tight like a little girl with her life-sized doll, and those who were touched by Harry's kindness. They were all glad that Harry was finally free and no longer have to worry about the pains of suffering unwanted sex and fear of being sold off to another master and all that whatnot, and were glad to finally treat the boy as their equal.

Perhaps the most pleased person to see Harry free was his ex-Master Severus Snape. While he was still confined in bed under Poppy's scrutiny, he found out about the good news through the morning Daily Prophet and was so happy that he literally got out of bed regardless of Poppy's protests and went straight to Albus' office to hug him and congratulate him. It wasn't until he noticed that Albus was in the room all the time that he stopped showering his little beloved with butterfly kisses and went over to bow in gratitude towards the old man, in which Albus accepted good-naturedly. As all the men in Severus' family did, he went down on one knee and took Harry's hand to kiss it, reminding the boy of his intent to court him like a real couple does. That sent Harry into a fleet of crimson and Albus in all smiles. The first condition the old man humorously gave Severus for courting his grandson was that he should be going back to bed and continue his rest before Poppy went ballistic over his absence, and Harry was the first to rise to the occasion to send him off before the Potions Master could have a chance to protest.

Now that Severus was officially courting Harry, he had to be careful not to give in to his primal urges whenever he felt like it. After all, since Harry was no longer a slave, it would consider pedophilia to try and bed the boy since he was not of legal sexual age (in the wizard world, being legally sexual is at least at the age of 15). He would occasionally give him a few affectionate touches here and there, and a kiss or two when no one was looking, but he had to settle with holding back his hormones at least until his arm was fully recovered. He had finally regained slight feeling and movement on his damaged arm—Harry, under Albus' strict orders, made sure that he went for his therapy everyday at St. Mungo's—and he couldn't wait for the day he could finally hold his little beloved with both his arms again.

"Well, well, if it isn't Dumbledore's little spoiled brat."

Harry spun round to see Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy with their arms folded against their chests staring at Harry in disgust, leaning against the wall like some sort of cheap imitation of the Lone Rangers or something. Pansy got off the wall and made her way towards Harry, with Crabbe and Goyle following suite.

"G…Good afternoon…"

"Don't 'good afternoon' me like I'm your equal, slave!" Pansy spat the last word like it was a disease as she forced him against the wall at a secluded area of the dungeon corridors. "Self-righteous people like you make me sick, and having you, a slave, as a wannabe citizen of wizardry makes no difference!"

"Please, I…I don't want to fight…" Harry begged as he cowered against the wall he was forced onto. "I just…want to go to Prof. Severus' office and…"

"That's Prof. Snape to you, slave!" Crabbe yelled as he grabbed a handful of Harry's hair and smacked him right across the face, making the poor boy drop everything on the dungeon floor with a loud crash. "Who gives you the right to call our Head of House in his first name?"

"And look what you made us do?" Goyle pushed Harry's head down to face the shattered ingredients Severus needed urgently for his next class. "Do you know how much one of those bottles cost? Obviously less than what you earn fucking other people, that's for sure."

"Please…Don't do this…"

"Yeah?" Pansy shot the boy a malicious grin. "And what are you going to do about it? Hit us? Given your past, you cannot afford to misbehave now, can you? Not when your position as Headmaster Dumbledore's grandson is on the line."

"I bet you're very talented with that mouth of yours," Crabbe grinned as Goyle ran a finger across Harry's trembling lips. "What say you pleasure our Miss Parkinson a little, and maybe we won't beat you up into a pulp for thinking that you could be an equal like us?"

Harry's eyes widened in shock at upon hearing the atrocious request. After finally earning his freedom and finally becoming part of a family that he had longed for his whole life and having the man that truly loved him, they were asking him to revert back to the lifestyle he had sworn to give up? No, he was not going to succumb to such degrading position, not after all he had been through and not after he had sworn to let no one have his body but his beloved Severus Snape. Squeezing his eyes tight, he shook his head and clamped his lips shut, outright refusing the trio before him.

"Come, come now, slave. Don't you want to hear me out at least before you make rash decisions on your own? Such manners," Pansy took over the conversation, motioning for the boys to hold both his arms and pin him closer to the wall so he could not escape while she took his chin to make him face her, "You see, the reason why we want you to pleasure me is that I've pretty much let every male population in this school—well, except the professors—fuck me anyway they want to. Even these two blokes here have fucked me more than a dozen times so far. The only person so far that I haven't fucked is you, and I definitely need a little spice in my sex life. Well, technically ever since I started dating Draco, we never even went further than kissing, and no matter what I do, I couldn't get him to bed me. After seeing that new slave of his he got for his birthday, I can see why. I could always look for the young blood in the hired help, but then again, they all seemed too…fragile for my taste.

"You, on the other hand, are an experienced lot. I'm sure that besides being fucked by the Masters, you have your share of Mistresses now, don't you? I'm sure out of all the Masters, there has to be at least one of them who has a missus in the house now, hasn't there? Since these two blokes here are not exactly interested in fucking male asses, they are only too glad to help me in my quest for incredible sex. I would've done you in sooner if that old geezer hadn't have you always by his side like some lost puppy, and when the news spread about you becoming his official grandson, I thought I'd do you before I lose any more chances. Like I said, people like you make me sick, worse when you think you can be at the same social-standing level as us, and I will make you remember who you have always been and always will be."

"No!" Harry shook his head, trying to fight back his tears. The last thing he wanted was to cry in front of a slutty girl like her. It was true that back then when he was a slave, his 4th Master, who was a half-blood, had a wife and three teenage children (two boys and a girl). The whole family had a sick interest for incest relationship and an insatiable appetite for sex. When they were not ordering him around to do the housework, the wife would make him lick her until she comes, and sometimes when the kids were around, they would not hesitate to join in, and poor Harry had his share of being fucked by the sons and fucking the daughter. No female had ever scared him like that wife and the daughter, and he didn't want to relive that sort of nightmare again, especially not with this ghastly woman who thought she was the next Homecoming Queen of Hogwarts.

"Come on now!" Crabbe tugged at the boy's hair while Pansy started removing her panties, leaving her school skirt on.

"Do as you're told, slave! Lick that pussy!" Goyle urged, trying to make the resisting Harry kneel.

"I won't let you take me!" Harry shouted, struggling his best not to yield.

"I thought you might say that," Pansy grinned and produced an envelope from inside her school robes, slapping it at Harry's face as she continued, "See this thing? It contains your deepest, darkest secrets. Do you want me to circulate this to the newspapers? Do you want," she took out the contents of the envelope for good measure, "pictures like this of you to go out into the public?"

Harry gasped at the sight of the pictures. He had totally forgotten that there are certain times when the business would send a representative to visit the clients to see how they were enjoying the 'merchandize' and how the 'merchandize' itself was doing, and then, in hopes of promoting their business to other clients who would like to buy slaves outside of auction days and needed to see some form of samples of the slave that they want, the clients have to allow them to be photographed while having sex with the slave. With the promise of using magic to blur out the identity of the clients in the picture due to privacy concerns, they would almost always jump to the chance of having themselves being documented while they did their thing. It was almost like an additional excitement to the usual sex they have with the slaves. Harry couldn't control his tears from flowing as he saw himself in those pictures being fucked like it only happened just yesterday. Memories of being forced to do deep-throat, being shoved with toys, enduring countless nights of gangbang and being ridiculed and humiliated in the worse way possible while the photographers from the business clicked away like it was the most natural thing to do flooded his traumatized mind as the moving pictures flickered before his eyes, reminding him of what he was.

"No…Don't do this…" Harry finally begged, stooping his head low so his eyes would not have to see those scenes and relive those nightmares again.

"So, will you be a good boy and give me a good fuck?" Pansy asked.

"I…"

"If you don't, this will go straight to the Ministry, and you will never return to this place ever again."

The boy knew that he had no choice but to comply. This was his only chance for a real family and a real life with a real lover ahead of him, and he was not willing to give that all away. If a little fuck is what all this girl wanted to stop her from throwing him back into the godforsaken world of sex and sin, he'd do it for that sake. When Pansy lifted her skirt and Crabbe and Goyle pushed him down on his knees and shoved his head towards her pussy to do his thing, he made no attempts to stop them or struggling. Slowly Harry, with trembling hands, took Pansy's hips and started licking her clit just like he remembered doing it to the wife and daughter of his 4th Master, occasionally running his tongue along the pussy, trying to pretend that the pubes surrounding it was non-existent.

"Mmh, yeah, he's good," Pansy let out a lustful breath as she felt his wet tongue lingering around professionally at her pussy, making her shiver with the tingling of ecstasy running down her back in delight.

"Ooh, yeah, keep at it, boy," Crabbe and Goyle egged him on. "Lick her pussy. Suck her clit. Make her all wet and juicy, boy."

Harry did as he was told, tickling and licking the clit and sucking at the lips which was starting to get wet with both his saliva and her juice. Every time he tried to stop to take a breath, the goons would push him back close to her, ordering him to carry on.

"Yeah, you really are a bitch, aren't you?" Pansy moaned, feeling herself getting close while Crabbe and Goyle continued to hold Harry down and keep his head from escaping. "You are a cunt-licking bitch, that's what you are!"

"What the fuck is going on here?"

The trio spun round to see Draco standing there looking in horror at the sight. Harry tried to struggle out of Crabbe and Goyle but the two blokes held him in an iron grip.

"Ah, good timing, Drakey," Pansy smiled happily at the sight of the blonde. "We were just teaching this slave a lesson about his true place in the society. You wanna join us?"

"Yeah, it'll be so much fun" Crabbe grinned. "We bought off some pretty good pictures of this slave here from one of Pansy's old acquaintance who works in the business and…"

Before the goon could finish, he was suddenly flung headlong across the corridor, his face skidding against the rocky floor and scraping it badly before he banged against the wall and was knocked out unconscious. Goyle wanted to protest but suffered the same fate as his friend, only that he was almost scalped as his head was dragged across the floor and his whole body was raised until he hit the ceiling and fell into a stupor on top of Crabbe. By the time Pansy knew what was going on, she saw Draco brandishing his wand and tendrils of sparks and smoke died down from the tip of it, indicating that he was the perpetrator.

"Come here, Harry," Draco said, in which the boy gladly did and cowered behind the blonde's back.

"D…Drakey, what is the meaning of this?" Pansy asked in a quivering tone, unable to get over the shock that it was the Draco Malfoy who attacked them.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Draco said in an as-a-matter-of-fact way. "I'm rescuing my best friend."

"Y…You're joking, right? That slave is your best friend?"

"Do I look like I'm showering you here with a sense of humour? He is no longer a slave, for your information. He is a legitimate citizen of the wizarding world and our equal, and he is the grandson of Headmaster Dumbledore, so I would appreciate it if you treat him with a little respect."

"You can't be serious!" Pansy was in a rage. "You cannot possibly think that this boy could ever be our equal! Of all people, why must you, a purebred, believe that a half-blood dirty animal like him can be the likes of us?!"

"I am sick and tired of hearing such bullshit, Parkinson!" Draco yelled back at her with the same fury. "Purebred this, elitism that! It's all just a fucking old-school cult and an old-fashioned thinking that shouldn't exist anymore in this timeline! I've heard enough from my father; I don't want a slutty bitch like you to lecture me about purebred and whatnot. If this is what purebreds behave, going around bullying the weak and fucking everything that moves and not giving a damn about anything but themselves, then I'd rather be a blood-traitor for the rest of my life! Harry here is the only person who sees me as my true self, who I really am, who I truly should be, and no one has no right to question that, much less a true whore like you!"

It took a whole 10 seconds to actually let Draco's outburst sink into Pansy's mindset and to get over the shock and the fact that she knew less about Draco that she thought she did. Back then, the Draco Malfoy she knew would be laughing maliciously and joining in every scam, mischief and dirty tricks they suggested doing, but now the Draco Malfoy standing before her behaved nothing of the sort. And worse, he addressed her by her last name and not by her first name like he used to. In fact, his fair face was showing clear signs of disgust at what they did to the boy. Her heart and mind flooding with denial, she tried to soften her facial expression and bring back the old Draco, she smiled and moved slowly towards him.

"Come on, Drakey. You don't mean that. That slave there must've bewitched you somehow. Are you under the Imperius Curse or some sort of mind-controlling drug? For all we know, his involvement in the potions lab must've given him the edge to bewitch people with whatever potion he might be experimenting. Here, let me help to cure you…"

"Don't come any closer, slut," Draco said as he pointed the tip of his wand dangerously at the girl's jugular before she was able to take out her wand. "For your information, he has a name, and that is Harry James Percival Jr. Potter-Dumbledore, not some nobody you call 'that slave' or 'that boy' or 'that animal', and you will address him as such. Now be a good bitch and hand me those pictures you tried to blackmail my friend with."

Knowing that Draco's tone meant business, she reluctantly went to the robe that she took off when she was trying to get down and dirty with Harry and fished out the envelope. Draco hastily accio-ed the envelope out of her hand before she could change her mind and into his before moving a step back, covering Harry behind him like a guardian angel. By then, the goons have stirred but were too busy nursing their wounds to try and help Pansy out.

"From now on, I will no longer associate with any of you idiots. You may go around spreading whatever stories you want about me. Make me sound like a blood-traitor if you want to, I don't give a fuck, but mark my words, if I see you lay another finger on my best friend Harry here, I swear I will issue the Three Unforgivable Curses on you even if it means getting myself arrested and sent to Azkaban for this."

"You…would rather have this animal as a friend than…us?" Pansy asked quietly, her eyes stung with tears of a scorned woman.

"Harry is more human than you three can ever be."

"I will not stand for this!" Pansy burst into tears of fury as she brandished her wand regardless of the situation Draco put her into. "I will not allow some high and mighty guy like you whom I clawed all the way up out of the millions of wannabes who wanted to bed you and have your everything, only to get kicked back down in the mud for a slave and now befriending another, treat me this way! You've dumped me for the last time, Draco Malfoy! Avada…"

"Expelliarmus!"

Pansy's Killing Curse was cut short by a Disarming Charm and was flung back again by another spell before Draco could think up of a counter spell. This time, everyone was surprised, and slightly fearful, as the Head of the Slytherin House Severus Snape walked towards them with a dangerous glint in his eyes, his wand brandished out with his good hand. The Potions Master soon stood between the two group of teenagers, his facial expression demanding an explanation.

"What is all the commotion going on here? I have sent for Potter to bring me my much needed supply of potion ingredients for the next class and I find them scattered all over the floor as if it did not worth anything. Explain yourselves."

"It was his fault!" Crabbe and Goyle immediately pointed towards Harry who was still cowering behind Draco. "He was being stupid and careless and he dropped it! We didn't do anything!"

"That's because you are too busy trying to help Parkinson rape Harry!" Draco shouted at them angrily, upset that they were pointing fingers at a moment's notice.

"Is that true, Parkinson?" Severus turned to Pansy, his dark orbs bore deep into Pansy's baby blues. "Did you try to rape the grandson of Headmaster Dumbledore?"

"It…It was all their idea! I just played along with it!" Pansy quickly pointed towards Crabbe and Goyle, who in turn protested in horror, with Draco at the other side shouting at them for being stubborn and cowardly.

"SILENCE!" Severus bellowed, forcing the two groups to shut their trap. "If neither of you will give me a straight answer, then I will take measures to make you squeal, and believe me, it will not be a walk in the park. Now can someone please tell me what really happened before I decide to take those unpleasant measures?"

Severus' threat was enough to make the reluctant tongues wag as both groups told their side of the story, including Harry who told his side despite given deathly glares by the trio. He also took a look at the photos that were passed by Draco and stashed them into his robes without a word. Draco, as he told his side of the story and watched while Severus listened to the others, could tell from the intent way Severus looked at the person's eye when he or she spoke that he was secretly performing Legilimens on everyone to check out their story. He knew his godfather had a talent for casting spells without saying it, and he had nothing to hide anyway, so he allowed his Uncle Sev to penetrate his mind to confirm his story. By the time everyone was done, they looked as if they had just drunk a mouthful of scotch on rocks as Severus broke his Legilimens spell on them, leaving that giddy after-effect.

"Very well," Severus finally spoke after listening to everyone's stories. "It appears that you, Parkinson, Crabbe and Goyle, have no idea of the dire crime you had just committed. You disregard the fact that the person you are messing with is the grandson of Headmaster Dumbledore, sealed and approved by the Ministry of Magic itself. If you have any qualms about it, I'd suggest you keep it to yourself, lest you know what's good for you, but it seems you even lack the knowledge to understand such logic. If I were the Headmaster, I will see to it that you will be expelled and never ever set foot in any other wizard school even if it is the last castle standing. However, since I am not, and you are students under my house, I shall deal with you accordingly.

"Parkinson, Crabbe and Goyle, for attempted rape of the grandson of Headmaster Dumbledore, I will personally report this to the Headmaster along with these pictures you attempted to blackmail the boy with and write about this incident to your parents. You will allow me to extract your memory so that the Headmaster will see evidence of your wrongdoings and maybe suspend you at the very least. You will also clean up this mess you made without magic under my scrutiny and I will include the figures your parents have to pay for the damages of such precious potion ingredients. Draco, though admirable that you stepped forward to rescue Potter, you still broke the school rules of fighting in the school grounds. Therefore, as much as I dislike it, I have no choice but to deduct 10 points out of my own house and put you in detention tonight at my office. As for you, Potter," he turned to look at Harry for this, "go back to Madame Pomfrey and Prof. Sprout and see if they could still spare some more of those ingredients you lost. Tell them that it is by request of Prof. Snape that he needed another double dose of everything you have just taken from them. You are to accompany Potter, Draco, and do not forget tonight's detention."

Harry nodded and walked off quickly, with the blonde following behind his wake, leaving Prof. Snape to continue lecturing the trio as they cleaned up the mess on the floor. As soon as they were at a considerable distance away from them, Draco came closer and put his arm around his shoulder.

"You alright, Harry? That was a close one now, wasn't it?" Draco tried to laugh away the tense feeling, only to see Harry in tears and mumbling something incoherent. He leaned his ear nearer to the boy and asked, "Eh? What's wrong, Har?"

"T…Thank you, Draco. Thank you for saving me," Harry whispered a little louder, finally calling him Dray-ko instead of Drah-ko like he used to.

"Aw, c'mon, what are best friends for, anyway?"

"Wh…What about your other friends over there…?"

"Now, didn't you just hear me give that long lecture to that whore over there?" Draco smirked. "I am not their friends anymore. Not now, not ever. I've hated them for, like, forever. It's a wonder it took me so long till now to actually admit it. Damn, that felt good! I should've done this earlier! Fuck the Slytherins! Fuck all those stupid purebreds! The only friends I have are you and Granger, and probably Weasley, and that's all I need."

Harry giggled at the way Draco announced that in such a carefree, happy-go-lucky way. If he had grown up seeing the other side of the blonde—the fake, high and mighty I'm-a-purebred side—he would've thought that those words didn't suit him at all, but since he knew him as he truly was, it did not come out wrong at all. In fact, the blonde should behave this way more often.

"Will you be there during my detention?" Draco asked hopefully as they made the turn towards the greenhouse where Prof. Sprout seemed to always be.

"Maybe," Harry shrugged knowingly.

"Then I'll see you tonight," Draco declared, in which Harry nodded happily.

Smiling and taking Harry's hand like a big brother would to a little brother, Draco carried on helping Harry with his task given by Severus. Not once did he leave his side for anything or anyone.

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Albus and Severus studied the photographs that the Potions Master got from Draco very gravely. It was an hour before detention and Albus had asked Harry, who is given the task to prepare the items Draco needed to complete during the detention period, to fetch the blonde and take him to Severus' office and wait for Severus' instructions before Severus dared to take the envelope that contained Harry's dark past out of his robes for the old man to see.

"This is a very serious matter," Albus commented. "If the media gets a hold of it, there is no telling what the Ministry will do."

"This must be the work of that manager!" Severus accused angrily. "He was very unwilling to give me the deed judging by the look on his face that day, and I bet he gave this to Parkinson's cousin to pass it to her just to get back at me and make me return Harry to that wretched place! Well, I'm not falling for it! I will not allow my pet to go back to that place again! He is mine! Mine alone!"

"He's my grandson too, you know," Albus raised an eyebrow at Severus' possessive tone.

"O-Of course. Forgive me, Albus."

"Apology accepted. Anyway, this situation is just as detrimental to me as well. My integrity may be questioned because of my choice of taking Harry, a sex slave, as my grandson and a legitimate citizen of the wizarding world. The Ministry would have a field day with these. We must destroy this while it's still in our hands."

"Before that, is it possible to remove the blurring enchantment on Harry's past Masters' faces on the photos?"

"I don't see why not," Albus said as he whispered a counter enchantment on all the pictures, revealing the Masters' faces one by one. "But why would you need to see their faces for?"

"Oh, just something that I have in mind," Severus said as he put the photos back into the envelope and pocketed it back into his robes. "Don't worry, I will destroy these photos once I'm done with it. I better be going to supervise Draco's detention now."

"Very well. Good night, Severus," Albus replied with a knowing twinkle in his eyes.

Whatever Severus had in mind with those past Masters of Harry, for once he would not interfere.