I'm A Slave For You-Chp62

I'M A SLAVE FOR YOU

Harry was sitting alone on the bed in a dim room with only a few candles to light the place. Being that it is a room designated by the Ministry, it was very practical and screamed no-nonsense, although there was a hint of classical posh in style in between, but Harry couldn't care less if he was staying in a crappy old barn or a dingy stable.

After the verdict was made, Cornelius wasted no time in establishing his power over Harry. He was told never to try and contact either Albus or Severus under any circumstances and was not allowed to go anywhere without an escort, which was rather annoying because they have hired someone from the Department of Mysteries who had the uncanny talent of sniffing out Harry's intentions to slip off his watch before he even thought of it. He had to watch helplessly as Albus' adoption papers were given the "NULL AND VOID" stamp and was made to sign the papers agreeing to the terms of being under the full custody of the state. Whatever he had with him at the time was dumped unceremoniously into the room he was designated and was told by his escort who stood guard outside the room to stay there for the rest of the day—almost like house arrest—until the next day comes for him to be taken to the Ministry Medic Wing to have his pregnancy terminated.

Harry hugged his legs against his chest, thinking about all that had happened in just the span of one and a half hours spent in the Wizengamot courtroom. He couldn't believe that he had caused his beloved Severus to lose his job. He even found it hard to believe that he had caused Albus to lose his parental rights over him and made himself get separated to both Albus and Severus. And the worst part was that he would soon lose the child and no longer belong to his beloved. Harry laid a hand on his still flat belly and let out a trembling sigh before burying his face in his knees.

Soon he heard small chatter outside his room and the door unlocked. He turned around in hopes that he would see Severus or Albus or both coming in to rescue him, but he knew it was wishful thinking as he saw Percy carrying a tray of food inside instead.

"What are you doing here?" Harry scowled as he glared at Percy with a vengeance.

"I have come to bring you dinner, Potter, as you can see," Percy said as he put the tray on the table. "And I am sent here to watch you eat."

"Go away," Harry grumbled, hiding his face back on his knees. "Take it away. I'm not hungry."

"Please don't make this hard on me, Potter. Minister Fudge insisted that you eat to keep up your strengths."

"Yeah, right. So that he can drain it out of me once he ordered the medi-wizards to cut me open and tear my baby out of me? Thanks for the gesture, but no thanks."

"I don't like this more than you do, but I'm just following orders, Potter."

"Oh, and I suppose you followed his orders like a dog because you're grateful for all the paychecks you'll be receiving. That's typical!"

"Don't go around killing the messenger, Potter," Percy frowned. "The person you should hate is Prof. Snape. He got you into this."

"Shut up!" Harry shouted as he shoved him. "He didn't do anything but love me!! You have no idea how far we've come and how much we've been through to be together! I have no reason to hate him!! Who are you to judge me?"

"You're only making this hard on yourself, Potter."

So saying, Percy took off the lid of the tray, revealing a nice helping of shepherd's pie, mashed potatoes, green beans and carrots and a glass of papaya milk, and sat on a chair beside Harry's bed, waiting for him to eat. An uncomfortable silence lingered as Percy was watching him seriously, as if trying to will him with his mind for Harry to pick up the utensils to eat while Harry felt his eyes burrowing onto him like invisible darts, making him feel worse than a goldfish in a bowl. Finally, Harry let out an exasperated groan and snapped at Percy.

"Can you please just get out of here and leave me alone?! I said I'm not hungry!"

"Please, Potter. You must eat. You have a baby to feed…"

"I'm not going to make this my baby's last supper!"

"This is not about your baby, Potter. This is about you. Your health and wellbeing is at stake here…"

"Why must I listen to you?! I don't expect you to understand, since you care about your job more than your own family!"

Percy frowned again, "Where have you heard this? My brother Ron, I presume?"

"Yeah, so?" Harry gave him a defiant look. "You're officially the black sheep of the family following behind a master licking his boots like a dog, so don't expect me to fall for your crap!"

"It doesn't matter what my family thinks of me or how you think of me. The main thing right now that I must follow orders to make sure that you eat."

"The baby won't be with me anymore once they're done with me tomorrow, so why bother?!"

"It may be an unnecessary move, that I must agree, but at the moment," Percy forked a small piece of shepherd's pie for Harry, "you really need your strength. If you like, I can feed you…"

"I don't need your pity!!!" Harry cried as he slapped the fork away. "I just want to keep my baby, IS THAT SO HARD TO ASK?!"

"It is a sad thing to happen, but verdict has already been given. There is nothing you and I can do about it."

Harry could no longer hold it in. His heart was bursting into a million pieces and felt as if they were flowing out of his eyes along with his pain, guilt and sorrow. Again, he hid his face on his knees and let loose his wails, crying out everything that he had been bottling in ever since the verdict was made. Unperturbed by Harry's sudden outburst just now, Percy came close to Harry tentatively and put his arms around his shoulder, allowing him to cry his heart out. After about 15 minutes of crying, Harry soon calmed down, reduced to the occasional sniffles.

"You're right. I don't understand how it feels to be in your shoes," Percy said, prompting the boy to look up at him, "and I admit I don't wish to be so. But if you truly love Prof. Snape as you claim, you will have to be strong for him."

"Wha…How…?"

"Grit your teeth and bear with it. Go through it with your head held high. You're young. There will come a time where you are ready to have children, but in the meantime, you are not in a condition to expand your brood. Just be strong and pull through, and one day you will find someone of your age who will be fit enough a father to let you procreate. That's all I can say."

A long silence ensued between Harry and Percy as they looked at each other's eyes with mixed feelings before Harry finally sighed and nodded.

"You're not really helping me feel any better…" Harry commented as he wiped his tears away. "But thanks for listening and putting up with my tantrums anyway."

"Mother always said I'm not good with words anyway," Percy chuckled a little sadly, then reached over to take the glass of papaya milk. "At least have something to drink then? I will share the pie with you and I'll tell them you ate all of it. I am a tad hungry from all this courtroom drama anyway."
Harry considered for a while before taking the papaya milk.

"I guess I'm OK with eating just a little bit."

As Harry slowly sipped his papaya milk, a cruel smile creased on Percy's lips as he pretended to move his fringe aside, covering the blonde streaks that were slowly forming.

--:--

"How could you do this? You swore along with us!!"

Judith folded her arms in defiance at her three friends who were cornering at her angrily at the Astronomy Tower, even the bubbly Rebecca. She somehow knew she was going to be discovered. She was ready for it. She had been waiting for this to happen a long time ever since she went off on a tattle-tale spree to the Headmistress about Harry's pregnancy.

"Ah, so you've found me," Judith rolled her eyes, saying in an almost bored matter-of-fact way. "How?"

"We heard Ard-Rí Constantine talking to Headmistress Kyteler-Magee just now about Harry," Rachel replied angrily. "And your name was mentioned."

"How could you be so heartless and report Harry's secret to the Headmistress?!" Aaron exclaimed. "You promised him you wouldn't tell!"

"That's right, I promised, but I never promised him. I had to buy some time to let the hype die down a little so that I could tell Headmistress Kytler-Magee without you suspecting it's me. He was carrying an illegitimate child within school grounds and he is underage. He could get expelled if he were to be found, so I'm just doing him a favour and made it sooner than later."

"But…But you swore!" Rebecca asked as she flailed her arms in annoyance. "You swore not to tell! You crossed your heart!"

"So I crossed my fingers as well. What's the big deal? It was the right thing to do."

"How could you call this the right thing to do? Percy trusted you!! You're…You're his best friend!"

"Friend?" Judith laughed bitterly. "Do you honestly think I would be stupid enough to be friends with a brat of an ex-slave like him, let alone best friends?"

"How could you?! How dare you?!" Aaron shouted as he shoved her against the edge of the tower. "You are no different in terms of experience with him! Not once had he ever looked down on you! He put his full trust on you not to reveal his secret and this is how you repay him?"

"Then he has been a fool long enough," Judith huffed remorselessly at her crimes.

"If you had any shred of compassion for Harry, you would have kept your mouth shut!" Rebecca scolded although she and Rachel have yet to understand about what she meant by Harry being an ex-slave.

"That is a foolish movement. Emotions are always weaknesses of man."

"Bullshit!" the usually level-headed Rachel cussed at her. "Betraying him, betraying us…that was a foolish movement! You got some nerve!"

"Get real, Rach, you never gave a hoot about that boy! All you care about was your books and your hunt for a rival! You ignore him just as you ignore me by burying your stupid face into those thick books of yours and view everyone like they are beneath you! And you, Becka, are always with that annoying laugh of yours and always with your head up in the clouds thinking about your little darling Cyril Quigley of the Kenmare Kestrels to come back to you for your holy matrimony! You don't bloody care about Potter-Dumbledore either! You don't even know whether Quigley is really even faithful to you!"

Without warning, Judith reached over to tear off the ribbon tied around Rebecca's neck and threw it off the tower. Rebecca let out a horrified scream and would have jumped off after it if it weren't for Rachel to hold her back. Aaron, seething with anger, stomped over to Judith and slapped her so hard that her lip bled. Rebecca slumped to the floor and sobbed bitterly at the loss of her symbol of promise given by her beloved and Rachel was too busy trying to calm her down to berate him for doing that, but part of her felt that she deserved it. Judith casually nursed her cheek and licked the blood off her lips, spitting it onto the floor.

"You'll have to do better than that, Aaron. Barty Jr. is best at torturing people. This is child's play."

"Is that all you can think of?" Aaron said as he shook Judith by the shoulders. "Your pain, your misery, your tragic sorry life?! Can't you think of anyone but yourself?! You're not the only one in pain, you know!"

"Oh, I'm not, huh?!" Judith waved his hands sarcastically in an attempt to push Aaron away. "What do you call my life right now then? I was there, Aaron! I saw my parents murdered my brother, the only person who had ever loved me, right in front of my eyes!! They killed without mercy, damn it, and they sold me off to a man who treated me lesser than a human being! If it weren't for Potter-Dumbledore's existence here, I would've been better off!!! You should know how I feel about that brat!!!"

Soon it was an all-out yelling match between Aaron and Judith, completely oblivious to the fact that Rachel and Rebecca, who never knew Judith beyond her life as a slave and of Harry's history, were watching and listening at them. Judging by the way Aaron and Judith were getting at each other's throats, they seemed to care less about them finding their secret as they try to outshout each other.

"Har had done nothing to you! He had done nothing but try to be friends with you! He wanted to make peace with you and have you acknowledge his existence and you continuously give him a hard time, and yet he still tries! What is it about Har that you hate so much?!"

"He bloody exists, that's what," Judith said bitterly.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Exactly what I meant. When I saw him for the very first time, I knew immediately that he is a slave, or used to be one. The mere sight of him brings back everything that I have been trying to put behind. It's already bloody annoying to have to go home to be subjected to all that perverted shit, and I came to school to forget about it, not to be constantly reminded of it, and it's all that Potter-Dumbledore's fault!

"I swear I wanted to kill him there and then, but then you had to be there and be all hunky-dory pals with him, and I found myself being a fool and played along with your little fiasco. I was hoping I would break his neck or something while you're not looking, but you had to be around him all the time, torturing me with his presence. As if I haven't had enough of that at home, only to come back to see Potter-Dumbledore walking around like he owned the place pretending his past didn't exist."

"So that gives you the right to hate him? Just because he was a fucking ex-slave?!"

"That's right! You were always with me before he showed up! You were always there for me, now you're always there for him! Where has my best friend gone to, huh?!"

"That's not true, Jude. You've already known my feelings. I've made it very clear to you that day in Sidhe Street…"

"I don't believe you! You never love me! You only want my body, not my heart! You're just like Barty Jr.! You're just like the rest of them!! He shouldn't be here at all! He should just go back to where he came from! He should've just stopped trying to pretend to be my friend and leave me alone! Better yet, he's got all the makings of a slave! He should be sent back to the business and be off with it!!"

"You're just jealous, aren't you? Jealous that he was close to me, jealous that he could be normal when you couldn't, jealous because he is free and you're not, jealous because you don't have someone who truly loves him and had gone to the ends of the earth to save him from the business, jealous because…"

"Yes, yes, YES!!" Judith yelled exasperatedly, tears stinging in her eyes. "Yes, I'm jealous! I'm jealous because he looks so carefree and so happy when I'm not! I'm jealous because I knew right away that he used to be in the same boat as I am now and yet he gets all the good stuff and I don't! I'm jealous because I got a scumbag for a husband and he got a good man for an intended! I'm jealous that he had everything in the world and more and can be the normal little child everyone loves, even you three! I'm jealous of everything that he has!!! WHY DO YOU THINK I MADE HIM THINK YOU GUYS NEVER GAVE HIM ANY CHRISTMAS PRESENTS AND GAVE HIM THAT IMPREGNATION POTION?!"

"Wh…What are you talk…"

"So that's how it is."

The quartet looked up to see Severus looking like he was going to murder somebody. Judith gasped and covered her mouth. How much has he heard?

"M…Mr. Snape," Aaron said as he cowered away from him a little, feeling a pressurizing aura coming out of him as he glowered over to Judith. "W…What are you doing here?"

"Harry's grandfather and I are here to clear his belongings," Severus replied, not looking at him. "He will not be coming to school for the time being."

"Is…Is he alright…?" Rebecca asked, momentarily forgetting to mourn for her ribbon after all that outburst between Aaron and Judith.

"Is he expelled?" Rachel probed as well.

Severus didn't reply. His tunnel-black orbs were fixated on Judith's ruby-red eyes in a demanding force of cold anger, making the famous Ice Queen and Rebel Beastess of Kym cringed in fear at his presence.

"Wh…What are you looking at?" Judith asked defiantly, pretending to act tough.

"Where did you get the impregnation potion from?" Severus demanded.

"I…I don't know what you're talking about."

"I've heard everything you had just said and I have witnesses to prove my claim. You cannot hide from me. Now tell me where did you get the impregnation potions from?"

"I…" Judith hesitated, then looked away. "I bought it…from Sidhe Street. That's all I remember."

"You're lying, and I detest lies. Levicorpus!"

Aaron, Rachel and Rebecca stared in horror as Severus cast the Body-Raising charm on Judith, dangling her dangerous out of the edge of the tower. Judith struggled and screamed, the sudden rush of blood going down to her head as she dangled there upside-down by her left ankle, her robes almost covering her face and her skirt revealing her lacey black underwear. Aaron blushed for a moment upon seeing this before regaining composure and gripped at Severus's robes.

"Mr. Snape! What are you doing?! Let her go! Put her down!"

"Oh, I will put her down alright either way," Severus said as he glared coldly at Judith, "depending on how she will respond to my questions."

"Let me go!! I told you where I got the potion!" Judith screamed, the commotion starting to attract attention down below. "Let go of me, you pervert!!"

"I usually do not do this, not even to my own students at school, but you leave me no choice. You will tell me where you truly got that potions or the last thing you will ever see would the grass 50 feet below."

"You can't do this!" Aaron shouted as he pulled at Severus' robes to no avail; Severus just wouldn't budge. "This is illegal in more ways than one! You hurt her and I will kill you myself!!"

"I'm sure you will," Severus said in a voice barely whisper, but just as dangerous. "But mark my words, young man, you do not wish to mess with me. I am not only a Potions Master of a prestigious school, but one of the most powerful aristocrats who have learnt more Dark Arts than you can ever imagine existed in your school syllabus, and I will not hesitate to use it. One flick of a wand and you will all be all at my mercy, and nothing in the world can or will save you because I have the power and the money to make all this as if it never happened."

If it weren't for the fact that his love was in danger, Aaron, along with Rachel and Rebecca, would've hightailed out of there with their tails between their legs to search for a hole to hide in after hearing such threatening deep words coming from the lips of a man scorn.

"Now then," Severus reverted his attention back to Judith who was still struggling in her predicament. "You owe me an explanation, young lady."

"Why should I tell you anything?!" Judith retaliated. "I don't owe Potter-Dumbledore anything! He had it coming!"

"Your actions had caused me to lose my job, my title as Potions Master, Harry's suspension from school, him no longer being Albus' grandson and being under the custody of the Ministry of Magic, our separation and the termination of my child, and you say he had it coming?! You have left me for naught and caused more than just one party to suffer the wrath of your envy and you say you do not owe Harry anything?!"

"W…What…?" Judith widened his eyes in horror. "It…It can't…"

"It already has," Severus replied with a suppressed choked voice. "He has officially become the property of the state and tomorrow morning he will be taken to a medi-wizard to have my child killed. I will rescue my beloved from their clutches, and I need all the evidence and information I can get to do so. And I will kill you for it if I have to!"

"I…I just…I just wanted him to leave…I didn't want him to…"

"Talk, Jude!" Aaron begged. "Just tell him the truth!"

"Yes, Jude, just tell him everything!" Rebecca joined in the begging.

"Tell him the truth and get it over with, Jude!" Rachel urged as well. "This is not worth dying for, woman! Just tell him!"

It took about 5 minutes of 3 teenagers yelling at her and a threatening drop from Severus' wand to force her to loosen her tongue.

"Alright! Alright! I'll talk!!"

Severus used the Levitation spell to bring her back onto the solid ground of the tower before muttering the counter-spell to release her from her state. As soon as she felt grounded, she cowered in a corner and started spouting everything, from the day she went to visit her brother Terran's grave to meeting the mysterious hooded man who gave her the potion, describing in as much detail as she could remember of the hooded man's features, including his snakehead cane that kept his wand.

"Malfoy…" Severus hissed, slamming his fist angrily at the wall. "I should've known!"

"I'm sorry…I'm so sorry…I'm so sorry…" Judith sobbed, rocking to and fro as she covered her face with her hands, tears of remorse staining her cheeks.

"Sorry is not going to undo what you have done, isn't it?"

"Rub it in, Mr. Snape, why don't ya?" Aaron glared at him for a while before coming to her and held her close in his arms, hushing her and rubbing her back to calm her down.

"I…I just wanted him to leave…I never wanted him to…"

"Shh, shh, shh, it's OK, Jude. It's OK. Everything will be alright…"

"Severus?"

Severus turned to Albus who had come looking for him. He looked the disheveled children before him in mild curiosity before turning his attention to Severus in a grave expression.

"You must come quickly. I have received news from the Ministry just now."

"What's wrong? Is it about Harry?"

"Yes, but…"

"But what?" everyone present except Judith exclaimed in unison.

"Harry is missing."

--:--

"Rise and shine, pretty boy~!"

Harry winced and stirred as he slowly woke. Is…Is it the next day already? he thought as his mind slowly cleared from the sleep. He remembered talking to Percy over dinner, then suddenly feeling very sleepy. In the back of his mind, he remembered that he was supposed to be prepped for the abortion the next day and had reminded himself to put up a fight when that day comes.

Although he would've put up a fight if he knew where he was, because he was definitely not in the Ministry-designated room he was originally in.

"W…Where am I…?"

"You are in the Malfoy mansion, of course!"

Harry rubbed his eyes to focus and saw that instead of someone important-looking from the Ministry, he was facing a fat, creepy ratty-like man, grinning at him with his buck tooth sticking out, eyeing him like he was a piece of cheese. He was dressed moderately well, but still needed a little fashion sense, even for a wizard. Instinctively, he cowered back and looked around, soon realizing after his mind cleared that he was in Draco's room as he remembered being in the first and last time he was here. Well, used to be, anyway.

"Who…Who are you? Where's Percy?"

"Oh, your Percy is not going to be around," the ratty man replied. "Never has, never will be, yes…yes…Peter Pettigrew is the name, but you can call me Wormtail, yes, you can…"

"Wh…What am I doing here? How did I get here? I thought…"

"You thought you were in the Ministry building? Au contraire, my little slave boy."

Harry looked up to see Lucius grinning maliciously at him, walking towards him with a scary aura of pride he knew too well not to mess with. Harry shivered at the sight of him, cowering away even further, making Wormtail laugh amusingly at the boy's antics.

"Oh, don't be such a stranger, little slave boy," Lucius chuckled as he sat at the foot of the bed. "We have shared much pleasurable times together, remember?"

"Go away! Don't come near me! I…"

His words were caught in his throat as he looked up to see another person coming in sporting the same scary aura of pride, only probably ten times stronger than Lucius did. A handsome man with straight, long-flowing silver hair that reached almost to his waist tied into a half-ponytail, he wore a richly designed robes the colour of forest green with a velvet weaving of tree vines around the hem and on one side of it embroidered in silver and white gold thread. Despite his hair that gave him the impression that he had experienced and withstood the test of time, he did not look a day older. On the contrary, he looked like had not aged a day over 30. His haunting reddish-black snake-like eyes was enough to tell Harry that this was the man Severus and Albus had been trying to protect him from.

"It's…It's you," Harry breathed. "Riddle. The man who killed my parents."

"My, my, such a feisty little boy we have here," Riddle chuckled, his voice so sinister that it'll make dungeons and dark caves look a children's playground. "It is such an honour to finally meet you."

"I have been wondering when you are going to show up as well."

"Leave us," Riddle said as he waved a wand to open the door wide, gesturing Lucius and his ratty slave Wormtail to give them some privacy.

"But, milord," Lucius protested. "What about your prom…"

"In due time, my dear Malfoy. Now leave us."

Wormtail readily obeyed, tugging lightly at Lucius' sleeve, urging him to leave as well. Lucius hesitated for a moment, wanting to speak his mind, but finally resigned to Riddle's wishes and left the room. As soon as they were gone, Riddle quickly waved his wand to close and lock the door and cast it with a Silencing Charm.

"Now we are truly alone with no one to bother us," Riddle smiled nowhere near sincerely. "Ah, and I don't think we need this concealment charm anymore, do we?"

So saying, Riddle pressed the tip of the wand on Harry's right side of the forehead, muttering what sounded like a counter-spell. The boy felt a sort of numbing sensation on his forehead before the charm melted away, revealing a scar that had the shape of a lightning bolt on it. He touched the scar with a sort of alienated feel to it. He had long forgotten about this scar ever since the business cast the concealment charm to cover it so that he would be worth higher in the auction. Riddle took an elaborate breath and pushed the boy's hand away before fingering the scar with the tip of his forefinger.

"Ahh, such a beautiful thing to behold, isn't it, boy? This is proof that you were almost killed by the merciless mass murderer Tom Marvolo Riddle. I must've held back a little and ended up letting the Killing Curse nick your head instead. I would've done you in if it weren't for the fact that the presence of the Aurors had distracted me, but no matter. You're here now. Well then, got a name that goes with that pretty face of yours, sweetheart?"

"What's it to you?" Harry huffed as he backed away as if the mere touch of him was like poison.

"Oh, I dunno," Riddle smirked. "You are going to be here for a while, might as well let me call you something."

"Well, I got a name for you, ass. Voldemort. It's French for 'flight of death', coz you go flying around killing innocent people, which included my parents!"

"Voldemort, hmm…" Riddle thought as he tapped his chin. "Menacing, creepy, dangerous and fearful. A rather good choice. I might consider that."

"Why did you say I am going to be here for a while?" Harry demanded. "If you want to kill me because of my parents, why don't you just get over with it?!"

"Everything in due time, my boy. I'm sure you're curious as to how I finally manage to catch you, are you not?"

Harry was curious, but he wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that as he glared at him.

"Oh, tracking you was definitely not easy, my boy," Riddle ran his finger along the boy's hair, making him cringe. "I had to hunt down many of your blood relatives just to find you, and it's sad to say that you don't have many friendly relatives at all, ever since you were sold into the business. None of them knew where you were, not a single one. Neither of them even bothered to keep in touch with your parents, and much less when they were dead and you gone out of the wizarding regular citizens' picture. And then it struck me when I looked through your family tree and discovered that one of your relatives is married to dear Malfoy's wife's predecessors, making you slightly related to their family.

"I met dear Malfoy and found out he's pretty useful, considering him being under the Ministry of Magic with vast amounts of intelligence at his every beckon and call. Of course, to use his mansion as base of operation and as my hideout, we had to get rid of people that may stand in our way, which is why I had to strike a deal with dear Malfoy and make him get rid of all of his hired help and his slutty little wife. It's a shame, really. I do miss the luxuries of being served by the hired help like I used to, and I do miss the pleasures of the body with such a beautiful woman such as she, but it is a necessary evil. I'm sure you have read in the Daily Prophet about dear Malfoy's wife being prosecuted and sent to Azkaban quite recently."

Harry didn't reply, but he did remember back then when he borrowed Aaron's copy of the Daily Prophet citing about Narcissa's arrest and prosecution. So that's what it's about, he thought quietly.

"Controlling that little bitch in heat 24/7 was as easy as teaching grandmothers to suck eggs. Just a flick of a wand and a bit of the Imperius Curse and she would flash in public without even trying. I swear, blondes can be really dumb sometimes," Riddle laughed more to himself than anything. "All we had to do was to make her go on a killing spree of everyone except dear Malfoy, then construct a fake memory for dear Malfoy—which is a piece of cake for my standards, by the way—to be taken by the Aurors that is so incriminating and so convincing, they will have no choice but to give her the guilty verdict. Malfoy never truly loved that woman anyway; he let them take her away like she was a piece of used rag."

"You…You can do that…?" Harry breathed. He had seen Albus occasionally extracting his memory to be put in the Pensieve, but he never thought that memories can be constructed and fabricated.

"I am, as you call me, Voldemort," Riddle said proudly, seeming to have accepted Harry's nickname for him. "I can do anything."

Harry snorted in response.

"Anyways, as soon as hindrances were out of the way, we set out on looking for you. I had my slave Wormtail here become his Rat Animagus form and have him scour around Hogwarts to spy on your little beloved Severus Snape and your darling grandfather Albus Dumbledore to see if we could have any leads as to your whereabouts, while at the same time, I continue to hunt down your relatives to rid myself of any loose and ends and see if I could strike gold with them. Those Aurors never saw me coming; I was always a step ahead of them because I had dear Malfoy to alert me on the whereabouts of your relatives and also of the Aurors' every move and plan. I swear they looked like they were Confunded every time I manage to outsmart them.

"Wormtail finally proved his worth when he caught sight of your grandfather making small talk with the Headmistress of your school via firecall, talking elaborately about you. He described how she looked like to us and dear Malfoy found her based on her description on the school registrar records to find out where your school is. But, of course, we could not just simply barge into the school to get you. It would bring too much attention and spoil the surprise."

"So…So you…you used Judith to get to me?" Harry's train of thought finally clicked.

"Correct, my boy! You definitely have your parents' wits!" Riddle, now known as Voldemort, grins maliciously at him. "Dear Malfoy, as soon as he found out where your school is, had gone through the entire students' records to find out if your name was there and if there was anyone he knew from his chain of friends that had children studying there, and lo and behold! He had found the Light family with their daughter Judith Cecelia Light studying in the same house and living in the same dorm as you were. The Light family has slightly close ties because their son-in-law-by-contract Barty Crouch Jr. is one of dear Malfoy's closer associates and he more or less tried to find out about your little dorm mate's dark secrets.

"Once he found where she usually frequented, all I had to do was to create the impregnation potion and ask dear Malfoy to pass it to your friend to pass it to your beloved Snape. Oh, it's not that hard to create this potion. It's all in looking for the best quality of buckhorn. And your friend was so eager for you to go away that she took it without even thinking about whether it was dangerous for you or not. We patiently waited for the news to happen and got word from Wormtail when he spied on your grandfather and your beloved's conversation about your condition and dear Malfoy only needed to hint it to the Ministry. The rest is history!"

"But…But how did I get here?" Harry demanded. "The Ministry is heavily guarded. I had an escort guarding outside my door! There is no way you can get me out of there without…"

"Ever heard of Apparating, my boy?" Voldemort raised an amused brow at Harry's confused look. "Well, don't blame you. You'll only learn it in your 6th year anyway. Dear Malfoy is a master in Apparating, even when the area he is in has counter-measures against it. He only needed to use Polyjuice to impersonate someone to drug you before Apparating you straight into his own home."

"Then…" Harry was struck. "Then, Percy that came with my dinner is…is not…"

Voldemort laughing quietly confirmed his suspicion.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Harry challenged. "You're going to kill me, aren't you? Do it then!"

"Kill you?" Voldemort laughed again, louder in amusement this time, before he took his chin and scrutinized his features. "I'm not going to kill you. Where is the fun in that? Now, how about a name for your Lord Voldemort here, eh, pretty baby? Or would you like me to call you Potty, since you look so much like a little boy who has such a potty mouth?"

"Fuck you, Voldemort! Get away from me!" Harry yelled as he pushed him away harshly, cursing inwardly at the school rules of not allowing wands outside school until he's graduated. He could really use it right now.

"Looks like I'm gonna have to teach you some manners."

"Going to rape me? Very original."

"No. To be honest, I'm not exactly in the mood for that at the moment, but you are still going to be taught a lesson."

So saying, Voldemort whispered a spell to magic Harry's pants away, before pulling him until he lay face down on the bed, with half of his body from the chest up lying across his lap with one arm holding the boy down. From that gesture, Harry knew exactly what he wanted to do to him.

And he was not going down with a fight.

"Since you are in a delicate condition, I will go easy on you by using my hand."

Without warning, Voldemort lay a first swat on Harry's behind. Harry called out in pain. It had been a very, very, very long time since he was actually spanked and feeling it again brought painful memories he had long since put behind him. He tried to struggle out of him but Voldemort put more weight on his arm to hold him down.

"You are being punished, Potty. Stay still or else."

"No, shit. Asshole!"

That resulted into a harder spank.

"From now on, you are to forget you were ever free and ever had a life outside your slave persona. You may not be my slave legitimately but you still are to call me milord and you will obey my every command. Understand?"

"GO TO HELL!!"

"I warned you."

With an exaggerated sigh, Voldemort spanked him as hard as he could, timing the pain right and not allowing it to dissipate in every blow. He had plenty of time to kill during his captivity in Azkaban and he had developed a strong hand from patiently winding his arm out of his chain binds, trying to counter the magic that held him down, and he was about 40% free when Wormtail finally rescued him from his cell with the help of the Dementor, but it was an accomplishment nonetheless, something he did without the help of wand or wandless magic, but of pure physical strength. And he took real pride in that.

Harry, on the hand, was trying to grit through it and bear with it as best as possible, but because of his pregnancy, his senses were heightened, which included his sense of pain. By the time the 10th spank came around it was too painful, and by the time the 15th came around, Harry was about to cry. When the 20th came he was sobbing for it to stop, unable to bear it any longer. But most importantly, he didn't want Voldemort to carry on inflicting damage to his child. In a twisted sort of way, he was rescued from having his child terminated, and he wanted to protect this baby at all cost. Finally Voldemort stopped at the 25th spank, but he pinched one of the swollen butt-cheeks and held it there.

"Now, will you listen to my every command?"

"Yes…" Harry wanted to curse but held his tongue this time. "Yes…milord."

"Good, and to make sure you remember that…"

Voldemort slapped about 5 more times before letting his hold on Harry go, turning Harry into a sniffling mess on the bed. He got up and stood over Harry for a while before taking his chin again.

"Now, let's start over. What's your name?"

"Harry, milord," Harry replied, trying hard not to sound defiant lest he got punished again. "Harry James Potter."

Voldemort considered and shook his head, "Hmm, too plain, too old-fashioned and too corny. Your parents didn't really have much of a sense for names, did they?"

Harry wanted to retaliate but knew better than that.

"You should be given a new name. Something befitting of your status, your life and your attributes."
Harry waited with bated breath as Voldemort tapped his chin to think. It felt almost the same as when he was in the Wizengamot court waiting for the people to make a verdict on Severus.

"Ah, yes, of course!" Voldemort laughed as he snapped his fingers. "Why haven't I thought about it before? You gave me a name in a foreign language, so it's fair enough I gave you one too, and I know just the perfect name, though I can't recall whether it's French, Hebrew or Latin. From this henceforth, you will be known as 'Liat', which means 'You are mine'."

Harry winced as he felt Voldemort's touch on his cheek as his head was tilted to have his ear close to his lips as he whispered icily.

"We are going to have so much fun together, Liat. I look forward to it."