I'm A Slave For You-Chp74

I'M A SLAVE FOR YOU

"Over here, sire! Come join us for a drink!"

Voldemort searched for the owner of the voice and saw Igor Karkaroff waving at him along with Antonin Dolohov and Bellatrix Lestrange, sitting far off at the corner of Newt's Breath, one of Knockturn Alley's many speakeasies that provide clientele discretion, and for Voldemort's case, he would definitely need it. He went up to him and took a chair.

"Don't mind if I do."

Harry stood behind him, looking out of place as he was dressed in one of the girl clothes that Lucius bought for him, in addition to the corset that was underneath it. He was minding his own business for a moment there, making small talk to his little baby bump when all of a sudden, Voldemort decided to take him out by rummaging through Harry's wardrobe to choose the clothes and then attaching a leash on his dog-tag collar and dragging him out without as much as a reason why. A passer by pinched his rump before anyone could even notice, making him jump a little. Aside from Severus, Harry had rarely been outside with his Masters unless they were in a good mood. He was usually locked in at home until used then left all alone to wallow in self-pity. As much as he didn't like it, he moved closer to Voldemort to deter them from touching him, in which the latter wrapped his arm around the boy possessively.

"Ah, we meet again, young 'un," Dolohov grinned cruelly as he ruffled Harry's hair, making him flinch in contact.

"Please, be gentle with him," Voldemort said, though his tone was nowhere sincere or concerned. "He is quite fragile after all, being he is with child."

"Well, that is quite a surprise," Bellatrix snorted. "I have heard Lucius telling me about him being knocked up by Snivellus, but I didn't expect it to be true."

"Such a nuisance," Karkaroff scoffed as he took a sip of vodka. "Why do you not just get rid of it, sire?"

"Unfortunately if I do that, he will lose his pussy," Voldemort replied as he took his drink order directly from the waitress's tray, goosing her as she left, "which is one of the effects of the impregnation potion he ingested, and quite frankly, I like him being a pussy boy. So much fun to play with and I am certainly not quite done with him yet. Now, on to the business at hand…"

While they discussed about their next targets, Harry couldn't help dashing his head around, looking at his surroundings. He kept having the feeling that he was being watched, like someone was behind him ready to pounce on him and shag him senseless. Well, technically, his getup warranted staring eyes, especially when he was wearing that dog-tag and the leash that was tied at the foot of Voldemort's chair to keep him in place, but it wasn't that he was worried the most. It was that really dreaded feeling that something bad was going to happen to him if he stayed here any longer and the feeling that he was already targeted and will be violated if he continued to show his presence in this dark and gloomy room. His eyes darted from every direction, trying to see from whom he was getting the sense of dread from but couldn't figure out who or where.

This time someone did brush Harry, as in a full-fledged hand stroking past his butt underneath the plaited checkered mini skirt he was wearing. Harry jumped and looked around. There were three men looking at him, their yellow teeth grinning from their drinks. He knew that look, and it definitely spelled bad news. He doubted that Voldemort would even care if he was raped there and then by those 3 men, probably even enjoy the show. He had to get out of here, regardless if he had nowhere else to go or run and hide, as long as it was anywhere but here.

"Mi…Milord…? I need to go to bathroom." Harry muttered. Voldemort eyed at him suspiciously and Harry looked up from his lowered head. Maybe if he was submissive enough, he would be able to convince Voldemort to let him loose.

"Very well," Voldemort replied and undid the leash. "But be quick about it, and don't think of trying to escape, because I will know."

"Y…Yes, milord."

Trying to contain his excitement and anxiety, he made it to the bathroom and immediately scoured the area. Unfortunately, Lady Luck was not on his side. Inside there was no window and when he looked back out, there was no way he could get out without being noticed or being caught or even without looking suspicious. Sighing, he would have to try this a different time. He went back in to relieve himself. He really didn't have to go but being out of the crowded room felt good as he was away from prying eyes that he had long since forgotten after being away from life of slavery. But before Harry could walk out of the bathroom, the three men who checked him out shoved him back in, locking the door behind them.

"Where do you think you're going, pretty thing?" one of the men said, grinning cruelly as he shoved Harry further into the bathroom, barring him from opening the door.

"Mi…Milord is waiting for me," Harry gulped and backed away. "He is very rich and powerful."

"Well, he ain't here, ain't he?" the other man sneered. "He's just gonna have to wait his turn."

"He is waiting for me," Harry tried again, his voice wavering as his heart fell into his stomach. "He will come for me."

He didn't know whether he said that to convince himself that Voldemort would come to rescue him, which was highly unlikely, or Severus would.

"Not when he can't hear you, he won't," the first man said as he cast a Silencing Charm all over the bathroom. "Strip him, boys."

The two men did so, using spells to literally tear his clothes off. Harry tried hiding in one of the stalls saying almost to himself that he will be rescued as he tried to cover his body with his hands, but was met with the mocking laughter of the three men.

"Don't hold your breath, slave. You're just as good as you give us," the third man used a spell to drag him out of the stall and pin him on the floor.

"Check out that bud," the second man opened the folds of Harry's vagina to reveal his clit within. "Ain't it a beauty? That man wasn't kidding when he said he's a knocked up pussy boy."

"Don't…!" Harry whimpered, trying to struggle but his body was no match for the strength of three men as the first man leaned down to lick the clit.

"Mmm, your Master must be lucky to have this bud in his mouth. Tastes good."

"Check out the ass as well. I'd say he's been really well-trained even before he's knocked up," the third man stuck a saliva-coated finger in. "He's really digging it."

"No! STOP!" Harry tried to repel the finger but it was not good. His body was coming to life even if he didn't want it.

"Oh yeah, this slave is such a slut," the second man pulled himself out. "I'm getting hard just looking at him. So who's doing his pussy in first?"

"You pulled the short straw, didn't you?" the third man growled as he shoved the second man away. "I get to go first!"

"Yeah, whatever," the first man took himself out as well. "Get on with it. I get dibs on his ass though."

Harry turned his head to the side, tears coming down his face. Where was Voldemort? Surely he had to notice he had not come back? Or was he still talking to his followers? He may not care whether he was being raped by other people or not, but surely he would've noticed that since he had not come out from the bathroom for so long, he would've suspected that he had tried to run away or something and come to investigate. Or worse, could these three men be Voldemort's underlings sent by him to rape him? No, they did not sound like they knew Voldemort or were part of Voldemort's crew, but how could Voldemort not realize his absence? The third man lubed himself up slightly with the slight wetness of Harry's pussy and proceeded to enter him, while the first man spat on his hand to lube up his cock and shoved it into Harry's ass.

"Damn, damn, damn! Fuck, this slut is tight!" the first man groaned, pushing in all the way to the hilt.

"Yeah, and he's pretty tight at the front door too!" the third man laughed, thrusting in and out of the boy, fucking him hard. "Ooh, yeah, baby. This pussy is good. He's gripping me in."

"C'mon, man. Just get on with it!" the second man scolded, looking at both his friends grudgingly while he stroked himself.

"STOP!!" Harry screamed out, feeling like he was going to be split in two as he sobbed. "Please…stop…!!"

"Shut up, slut, and suck me," the second man grumbled as he thrusted his member in Harry's mouth.

Harry gagged around the man's cock. He blinked as more tears fell. He was being raped and help was nowhere in sight. Would they even care if they knew? Harry knew he would be in deep trouble but he did it anyway. Steeling himself, he bit down on the man's cock, hard enough to make it bleed, making the second man shout out in pain and pull out.

"Ow! Fuck! You bitch!" he cursed as he slapped Harry's face so hard until his lips bled.

"Hey, watch the merchandize!" the first man scolded and shoved him. "I don't want him konked out by you before I come inside him!"

"Mmh, yes!" the third man groaned, picking up his pace. "Yes, yes, yes, I'm getting close…"

Just at that moment, a blast at the door was heard, breaking it open. Harry looked up and saw that it was the girl he met at Trinity Vane, dressed in prostitute attire and standing beside another girl with flaming strawberry-blonde hair and eyes of sea-blue. He could not see what was going beyond the bathroom but he could hear a bit of commotion going on, some trying to come over to see what the matter was but was scared away by the glare of the strawberry-blonde to mind their own business. Voldemort was nowhere in sight and he couldn't even hear his voice or see him approaching the bathroom. He didn't know who the strawberry-blonde was, but the look on the three men as they saw her standing there with a look that spelt a thousand deaths at the display without even needing to ask what was going on was evident that she was not someone to be trifled with.

"M-M-Ms. Evans…" the third man quickly pulled out along with the first, making the boy hiss. "Uh…This is not how it looks…"

The strawberry-blonde didn't let him finish as she yelled a spell and caused one of them to crash against the wall. She then picked up the second and the first man with a spell as well and threw them around the wall, barely missing Harry who was still held in place on the ground by the spell. She used her spell to pick all three and slam them together side by side on the wall, all three men bleeding from being crashed everywhere. Seething with anger, she finally cast the Cruciatus curse on them, making them scream but their voices muted. Harry could see all this going on out of the corner of his eye. He didn't care what happened to them; he just wanted the pain to go away.

"Help…me…" Harry begged, letting out a choked sob.

While the strawberry-blonde was busy torturing the men, the girl he met at Trinity Vane came up to him and undid the spell that held him. Quickly, she took off her robe and wrapped it around Harry before embracing him close. Harry wrapped his arms around her as if his life depended on it and sobbed into her neck. He didn't care who his savior was, as long as it was somebody saving him.

"It's OK, Harry. We're here. It's all over now," the girl whispered as she rocked him to and fro to comfort him. "C'mon, Beck. Let's get outta here."

The strawberry-blonde she called Beck glared at her for a minute for ruining her fun before she released the curse off the three men. With Harry supported between them, the girls made a run for it to the back door of the speakeasy before everyone else flocked to the bathroom to find out what was going on.

From the corner of his eye, Harry thought he saw Voldemort among the crowd, glaring at them with a vengeance.

--:--

"You should've let me finish them off, Lil."

Lillian ignored Beck's comment as she noticed Harry gone out cold after passing through the fireplace into the Medic Quarters of Kym, much to the surprise and joy of Ard-Rí Constantine to see the boy. The good medi-wizard quickly called for a manservant to help bathe Harry and scrub him clean and ordered him to take him to his room once he's done while he quickly gathered his equipment to examine the boy.

"You're always spoiling my fun, you know that?" Beck grumbled again as she lit a cigarette and took a whiff. "Even when you're dead."

"Well, I'm not exactly entirely dead anymore now, am I?" Lillian muttered as she watched the servant help Harry into the tub and cleaned him from head to toe. He only came around as he was being dried and with the servant's help he got to the bed and was dressed in a school night robe before tucked into bed. Lillian came up to him and stroke his hair gently despite his flinch—a reflexive move after being in such harsh treatment by Voldemort for so long—and smiled kindly at him. "How are you feeling now, Harry?"

"I'm…OK, I guess…" Harry managed to whisper out through his hoarse voice after being made to give head harshly. "Th…Thank you…Ms…?"

"Lillian. Lillian Rome. You can call me Lil if you want. And this here," Lil gestured at Beck, "is Rebecca Evans a.k.a. Beck. You can say she's your cousin of sorts, from your mother's side."

"Yo," Beck saluted in a cool way before taking another drag of her cigarette.

"C…Cousin…?" Harry blinked in surprise.

"I'm born from your mother's elder half-brother, Tyrone Evans. Your mother and aunt were born from your maternal grandfather's second marriage, only that my dad decided to keep his last name even after his mother remarried, and our parents only reconciled after your father convinced your mother to meet my Pops. My parents are still alive and well, by the way, so we're not exactly in the same boat, though I am in danger of being Voldemort's next target, what with me being a Muggle-born and all."

"Not helping, Beck," Lil glared at her, in which Beck just gave her a I-couldn't-care-less shrug.

Harry smiled slightly at Beck. Even though he was the last Potter at the moment, he took comfort in knowing that he was not alone as he still had a blood-related family, even if it was from his mother's side. He was about to ask how they knew where he was and how they rescued him with such ease when he suddenly felt a pain in his middle, letting out a cry as he curled in a fetal position.

"Yo, you alright there, Har?" Beck asked, her tone showing concern.

"My belly hurts. Like I'm being torn inside."

"Oh my, we'd better…" Lil was about to fetch Ard-Rí Constantine when he saw the said medi-wizard come in with his equipment. "Ah, speak of the devil. Come quick, something's wrong with Harry."

"Take off his covers," Ard-Rí Constantine replied as he got his gear out. "I need to see if there is bleeding."

Lil did as she was told, comforting the boy as he whimpered, tears starting to well up as he feared for the safety of the baby.

"Well, no blood, thank Merlin, so it's possibly not a miscarriage," the medi-wizard said as he undid Harry's robe and ran his wand over his middle. "Ah, I see. Your womb is stretching since you're coming close to your second trimester. You body is still trying to get use to the child inside you. Don't worry, it won't last long. Probably will be over by nightfall."

"It still hurts," Harry whined, though his heart was relieved that his baby was still safe. "Can I take anything for this?"

"Afraid not, m'boy. You'll just have to bear with it for a while. I shall have to prepare your pre-natal vitamins later on to ensure the baby's growth. Other than that, my scanning magic indicates that your child is still as healthy as a horse," Ard-Rí Constantine patted his baby bump gently with a kind smile. "You've got a trooper here, m'boy, just like you. Welcome back, by the way."

"Thank you, Ard-Rí Constantine."

"Is there anything else we need to be careful of?" Lil asked.

"Nope. Like I said, he will be coming into the second trimester, which means he will be eating more and gaining weight, which is normal, and he will have even more mood swings. I suggest that the father of the child be prepared for being cussed at, cry, and things being thrown. And try to keep stress to a minimum."

"I'll be sure to tell him that, Ard-Rí Constantine."

"Well, I'll be seeing you then with your vitamins," Ard-Rí Constantine grinned as he heard frantic footsteps approaching. "And I see you already starting to have visitors."

Harry was soon bombarded by the loud squeals of Becka, the happy exclamation of Aaron, the excited questions of Rach and the quiet smile of Jude—the first smile he saw from her ever since they met—as they all gathered around him, with Becka doing most of the crying and hugging.

--:--

The Order—minus Albus who was at school at the moment—was thoroughly shocked and appalled after they looked into Lillian's memory one by one in the Pensieve after receiving it from Remus who got it from Draco. Even the nonchalant drunkard Sirius was actually surprised at how the event had turned out.

"I knew it!" Severus growled. "I knew that Malfoy had a hand in this! We must storm to his place at once and make him confess his crimes!"

"Hold on here, Snape," Tonks tried to calm the ex-Potions Master down. "We've just done a sweep of his manor and we found no evidence on his part in Harry's kidnapping. We can't just go in there again without probable cause."

"Since when have you cared about Ministry procedures?! He has my pet and my child in him with him! What other probable cause do you need?!"

"I will have to agree with Snape on this one, Tonks," Moody said, defending Severus. "The Ministry does not care a hoot about this case, even less about the boy and about Malfoy's involvement in anything. They wouldn't even touch that man with a ten-foot pole, let alone prosecute him. I say we heed this as evidence and perform another search at Malfoy's place, see if we had missed anything."

"But if we show this to the Ministry, they will just dismiss it as a slave," Tonks said. "No matter how alike to Harry he may be, the Ministry are just going to deny it no matter how the truth is rubbed on their faces. They will just say it's a slave girl and be off with it."

"Who said anything about showing this to the Ministry?" Moody asked. "We can always let them know later after we do the search. No harm in bending the rules a little."

"I agree as well," Kingsley seconded the motion. "This is incriminating evidence as it is at the moment to prosecute Malfoy. We cannot waste our time going through all the red tape to let the Ministry grant us another search."

"But then that would…" Tonks was about to retaliate some more when the familiar crackle of a firecall came in. Severus went to answer it.

"Hey there, Drake. What's wrong?"

"Hey, Uncle Sev," Draco looked excited, with a tint of pink across his fair cheeks. "I've got great news! Lillian just owled me a letter! Harry is safe! He's at Kym right now!"

After a few seconds of letting the news sink in, Severus ended the firecall and made a mad dash towards his carriage to catch the next train ride possible.