Hey, my fellow fan fiction lovers! I'm finally writing a story! Okay then, since the Harry Potter fandom is swamped with hundreds of thousands of fan fiction known to man, I'm not gonna hold my breath and say that what I'm attempting is unique in any sort of way. Actually, I'm pretty sure at least someone had the same train of thought that I did. But, I hope it's original where it counts.

There are conditions and rules for the Harry Potter world I'm creating:

1. This will definitely not be canon from the get-go. It's a pretty dark tale from the start.

2. Some character will seem a bit OOC in some instances.

3. Human trafficking and slave trade exists, albeit in the black markets. (HUMAN TRAFFICKING AND SLAVERY IS WRONG AND I DO NOT CONDONE IT!)

4. There are laws permitted to allow the Head of a noble House to have more than one spouse. In this case, our primary protagonist, Harry (Who is the Head of House Potter and House Black), can have more than one wife. The same applies for Head of House women, who can have more than one husband. That is not to say that you'll be seeing harems left, right and centre.

5. Draco Malfoy will be a woman in this story. I find keeping her given name limits alienation from the original Malfoy, so Draco's name remains Draco. She still has the male Draco's attitude(It makes writing her more fun filled). But remember, she has a female mind this time around.

6. Harry's romantic interests will be vast in choice, but limited. I tried to make a mass harem story before I posted here... It didn't work out too well - too many characters.

7. The Wizarding World has both a level world (Normal, what we know) and an 'underworld' (Like caves with entire villages, towns and cities in them - powered by a magical 'sun'). Among these are many other worlds that will be touched on.

8. Since Voldemort was killed, I came at a roadblock about an antagonist to put in. I can't keep Voldemort fully alive for various complications, but I've decided to allow one Horcrux to remain existent.

9. This story has a very dark atmosphere and tone. Some may find that it isn't to your taste. No problemo, dudes, plenty of other 'fluffy' fics out there.

10. Some characters (Who JK killed off - really JK, Tonks?), will be alive in this story.

11. Nothing in this story (the setting, the characters, or the plot) will be changed unless I see it fit. You guys can point out any grammatical/spelling errors. I'll aim fervently to fix those.

12. This story will not be too long (approximately 23 Chapters) and will not be updated too quickly, but it will not be abandoned.

13. Enjoy and review!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or its characters, nor do I make any profit from writing this story. Harry Potter is owned by JK Rowling.

REVISED ON 2017/03/22

CHAPTER 1: AT OUR LOWEST

A tall man stood in front of a door. It was worn out and shrouded partially in darkness. The area surrounding it was less than pleasurable. The walls were cluttered with scribbles and spray paint. The words "Free Whore" and "Live Meat!" stood out painfully from the tarnished wood.

The man shook his head. As expected from a place like this.

He knocked four times. The last knock was drawled. He took a step back when he heard locks being handled. There was a square hole near the top of the door; it openly harshly. Angry eyes pierced through the open space.

"Name?" asked the man behind the door.

"... Harry Potter."

The eyes widened. "Oh, by Merlin, It's really you, Mr Potter!"

"Cut the chit-chat and open the door," Harry commanded.

The other man seemed nervous. "I, uhh..."

"I know all about what's going on here. I'm not going to report anything. I want 'livestock'," Harry muttered, his green eyes void of any innocence they used to be known for - spectacles absent as well.

If he had any doubts about why Harry was really here, they all went through the window when he heard the young man say the code: livestock.

"I see, give me a moment."

There was the sound of latches coming loose. After a few seconds, the door fully opened.

Harry was greeted with the sight of a half-giant. He had broad shoulders, a bald cap, and looked a little dirty. He wore a green indigo shirt, brown pants and black shoes. His form screamed of a typical masculinity vision.

"Name's Greggory, come in before anyone sees you," the burly man spoke, easily making way for the new guest.

Harry entered without a word. He immediately took in the foul stench of the place. It literally reeked of blood and death. The walls were peeled off in places; the entire building seemed surrounded by cages and locked rooms; dirt and fluids subtly splashed against his boots. This was in no way a humane place to live.

But it didn't mean nothing was here either.

"Would you like me to take that cloak off your hands?" Greggory offered.

Harry briefly glanced at his black cloak.

"No," was the cold response.

Greggory shrugged off the attitude and decided to get to what he wanted to say.

"Mr Potter, we do appreciate you getting rid of the Dark Lord and everything, but ever since then, you disappeared. No one has seen you for years. Heck, man, I'm probably the first person to-"

"No, you're not," Harry cut off, "nor will you be the last. Now, let's get down to business."

Greggory swallowed at his seriousness. Wasn't the Boy-who-lived a kind individual? It must have been something that happened in the war. Yes, that made sense. War changes everyone's perspective. But...to come here of all places. The guy must have been through some rough stuff.

"Certainly, follow me."

Greggory began to strut past cages, Harry was quick to follow, albeit at a distance.

"So, is this business or pleasure?" Greg asked.

"Both," Harry replied.

"Look, I don't know what happened to you, but are you sure you want to be involved in something like this? You're a hero, kid, and I don't think it's right for you to do this."

Usually, the half-giant wouldn't bother to talk to his customers in such a manner - truthfully, he could care less who came through the door. But this wasn't any ordinary individual; he was someone who risked his life for all their sakes - even Greg, despite what wrongs he'd done, could appreciate that.

"Listen to me," Harry hissed, "I will do whatever I want to do. I'm just like any other person and I have my needs."

Greggory furrowed his brow. "Who told you about this place then?"

"... He preferred to remain anonymous."

Greg shrugged his shoulders. It was common practice that names were never exchanged, privacy and all that shit.

"Alright, well, we have a suitable selection for you, from werewolves to vampires, to elves."

Greg pointed at lined cages near the back of the building. "Those are for sale. Go ahead and pick what you like."

Harry nodded and walked to the cages.

He looked into the first that he approached. Hunched in a corner were two women and a young man, all wearing rags for clothes. They looked fearfully at him, their bodies shivering tremendously.

"Those are the werewolves," Greg said. "They seem docile now, but when they transform, they can be quite a handful."

"Can they speak?"

"Don't know, they never spoke to me - just growled and howled and stuff."

"How long have they been in here?"

"They're the newest shipment, so only a few weeks," Greg said, scratching the back of his head in itchy irritation.

"H-Harry Potter?" Harry swirled his head at the voice.

It was a woman who spoke. She was also in a cage, wearing torn attire. Her form was disarranged with cuts and bruises. She looked like she had been beaten, recently too.

"That's the only vampire we have. She's a feisty one, I'll give you that. She's always causing trouble and refusing to follow orders. Tell you what, if you want her, I can sell her to you for 30 Galleons - pretty fair price, if you think about it."

"Is that really you, Harry? Please release us! I have urgent news for you!" she begged, placing both hands on the bar in awe and desperation.

Harry ignored her and walked on.

There were all sorts of semi-humans and creatures to choose from, among were cat girls to mermaids. They all had the same look of fear and longing. If they looked so eager to be purchased, Harry could only guess to their torture.

"So, you've seen what I have to offer. What do you say? I recommend the cat girls. They're always the best lay. I'm telling you, man, you will never get bored in bed. They always strive to satisfy their alpha male. I've got virgins too if you wanna break them in."

Harry looked critically at the large man. He opened his mouth to say something-

Cough! Cough!

The two men paused. Harry looked at the back wall.

"Is there something inside that wall?"

Greg glanced to where Harry gestured. He frowned disapprovingly. "It's nothing you need to worry yourself with."

Harry's gaze was transfixed, however. "Is it a slave?"

"Well, yeah, but it ain't for sale," Greg said, a little too forcefully.

Harry's striking glare landed on him again. "I have millions of Galleons at my disposal. If it's to my liking, then you can have just as much."

Greg's frown never left his face. "I'm not saying it's not for sale because it's special or anything. I'm saying this because it's useless."

"Then at least show me what 'it' is," Harry coaxed, challenging the man to argue.

Greg gave up. What was the point if it was The Boy-who-lived? He was pretty persistent to get a slave, though. Even diplomats and nobles showed more restraint when it came to what was offered.

Greg waved it off. Harry was still young.

He went to the back wall and bent down. He latched on to the bottom groove of the wooden surface beneath and began lifting it clean off the floor.

Harry's jade irises immediately connected with azure. It was like he was under a spell as he stared into two deep pools of lost innocence.

He was interrupted with a hand on his chest gently pushing him back. "Woah, watch it, Mr Potter!"

Harry snapped out of his daze. "What?"

"She's a Veela, although a very sick one," Greg stated.

Harry looked at the girl again - sick was an understatement. The little thing looked extremely thin. Harry had never seen anything so fragile in his entire life. The coughs she made seemed to make her look worse. Her blonde hair was dirty, to the point that it appeared brown. The clothes on her couldn't protect her from any cold. It was a dreadful site.

But Harry stared, indifferent.

"Her Veela abilities have no effect on me, so you can relax, Greggory," Harry said.

Greg was still sceptical. "And how-"

"Wards, I made hundreds all over my body and mind," Harry revealed.

Was that even possible, Greg thought. Creating wards on your body, hundreds, was hard enough, but your mind? It sounded ridiculous... painful.

"I... see," Greg finally said.

"Can she talk?" Harry said, approaching the defenceless girl.

"Yeah, but she doesn't much. What's your name, girly?!"

"... E-Eclair, s-sir," she rasped, struggling to stifle her wracking coughs. Her head was bowed in obvious submission.

The cage she was in looked rusted and un-kept. It was pretty dirty all around.

Harry turned to Greg again.

"How old is she?" Potter asked.

"She looks ten or twelve, I think, but I heard Veelas age quickly, so I'm not sure. Look, man, just forget about her. She's not going to make it anyway and I don't wanna waste my time looking for some doctor. It's a shame, though. She would have made for a pretty penny if she was okay."

Harry continued to stare at the little girl. It seemed truly cruel to actually sell anyone for profit, especially children, but this was the harsh reality of the Wizarding World, a world where there were infinite possibilities.

Greg made to close the wall, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him. The big man sighed. "Mr Potter, she's dead weight. She won't amount to anything, even her own family sold her off. It's best that you forget about her. She'll be dead in about a week anyway."

"It doesn't really matter because, by order of the Ministry, you're under arrest for trafficking, Greggory Dinkins."

"Wait... what?!" Greg stuttered.

He turned quickly, trying to clarify if what he heard the young wizard say was true.

"Aurors!" Harry called.

Immediately, the place was flooded with bodies clad in black robes, wands firmly pointed at the target.

Greggory was too surprised to move. Never would he have thought Harry Potter worked for the Ministry. The armed enforcers swiftly cuffed him and forced him to accompany them.

"Tend to the people caged. Get them out of here," Harry ordered.

"Yes, sir!" they chorused.

While the individuals were being released from their cages, Harry turned back to the Veela.

She looked at him in complete shock and surprise. She also had a mixture of longing and adoration, as if his act of saving them meant something meaningful to her. Suddenly, she started to cough violently, blood spilling out of her mouth.

Harry's monotonous gaze never wavered as he watched her. He seemed unmoved. "Annabelle, medical check, now!"

"Yes, sir," a brunette woman squeaked, rushing to the prone Veela.

She hastily ran her wand up and down the girl's body. Once she turned back to Harry, her face was grim.

"It's a virus, sir. Identification: unknown."

"What do you mean unknown?" Harry inquired.

"I'm sorry, sir, I've never analysed a Veela before. It could be anything."

"Her condition?"

"Critical, it will be impossible to apparate her to our medical ward. Plus, given our distance... she won't make it."

"So, it's worse than I thought," Harry surmised. "I'll handle it, bring her to me."

Annabelle obeyed and gently laid Eclair on the ground.

Harry rummaged in his coat. "Symptoms."

"High fever, blood loss, accumulated sweat, malnutrition... the list goes on, sir," Annabelle supplied.

"There isn't any other way, I'll have to apply a seal to her system. It should heal most diseases-"

"At the cost of most of your magic!" Annabelle yelled, looking like the very thought distressed her.

Harry didn't respond and took out a potion from his pocket. He knelt down and made Eclair drink it. The girl immediately rejected the substances.

"Sir, please don't, this could kill you!" Annabelle cried.

Harry brought his hand to the little girl's chest and applied healing magic. "The fact that it's working means she at least swallowed some of the potion."

It had to be the worst slop he'd ever created, but it did the trick. It allowed the victim's body to be temporary accepting to any kind of magic. This would allow him to place a seal that connected them to each other on a magical level, further allowing his magic to transfer into the girl's body. He didn't use it often, though. This was very dangerous stuff, and no one else but him knew the recipe. Because if anything didn't go as planned, it could be fatal to the one using it.

He had almost proved it once before.

Best it be kept that way.

Once done, he removed his hand off Eclair as soon as he saw a purple circle manifest on the Veela's chest. This would allow him an open connection with Eclair, allowing most of his magic to transfer into her. She was already fast asleep, looking a little healthier than before, but she was still achingly skinny.

"It's... done," Harry breathed out. Powerful magic like this always took its toll on him. He felt utterly exhausted. He needed to sleep.

He looked at the little Veela another time. It was probably the worst thing that could happen to her. Taking her to an orphanage would be disastrous. Offering her to parents would also lead to ruin...

All because of her Allure.

It was her greatest benefit and also her worst asset. Her Allure would allow people to be attracted to her, but realistically speaking, not in a good way. It wouldn't be real. Her life would be filled with jealousy, manipulation, and betrayal.

Harry wasn't really the one for empathy. Sure, he sympathised with victims of crime, but it wasn't as if he could relate or even care what happened to them. Usually, he was just doing his job and that was that...

Except, now, he felt uneasy.

This was the first time, in a long time, that he felt anything towards anyone. He didn't know what to make of it. Eclair was just some random stranger, but she definitely stirred something within him, something he never thought he would feel again, although he still couldn't really place the feeling. Why was he thinking too much? It wasn't like the child was more special than the hundreds of kids he'd already saved from slavery. She shouldn't matter to him. So why was he so damn anxious all of a sudden?

If he was right, Eclair would possibly be sold into slavery again. Veelas didn't really have a place in the world without people that unconditionally cared and loved them. Additionally, they were the most likely to emotionally go unstable and transform into harpy-like creatures. The fact that Eclair hadn't already lost her sanity and turned perplexed him.

She could be offered to other Veelas, even finding her parents would be prudent. But with limited knowledge and time, Harry didn't think it was such a good idea yet.

So, he was stuck. Basically, the girl had no one to turn to, and no one to really trust. Her Allure would be her continued downfall.

Harry didn't like what his mind was concluding.

Firstly, he wasn't affected by Veela 'powers'... but that didn't mean he was a suitable guardian. It wasn't as if he wanted to protect her either.

He had been through a lot of shit after the war. It changed him into a shell of himself. Attachments were unnecessary to him. He didn't need anyone.

No one.

"She'll be fine," Harry finally said. "She's just sleeping. She'll need to start eating properly to gain back her body mass, but it should be possible in time."

Annabelle looked relieved that he hadn't used up too much of his magic, but she was still somewhat vexed that he ignored her warnings, again.

"Okay, sir, I'll take her to our medical ward-"

"It's fine, I'll hand it."

Annabelle looked it him in astonishment. Since when did he ever want to help with clean up?

"Harry, I can't believe you didn't tell me about this!" Ron screamed, marching into the pungent building. He ignored everyone else, aiming to confront The Boy-who-lived.

Harry sighed, picked up Eclair and started walking away.

"Enough of this, Harry!" Ron yelled, stopping Harry in his tracks by grabbing his shoulder. "Stop working yourself to the ground! You can't keep using the Special Ops to run away!"

"Ron, leave me alone," Harry gritted out.

"Then stop ignoring us, mate! Do you know how worried Hermione is? Do you know how worried I am, you bloody idiot?!

Harry chose to ignore him again and continued walking away.

"Look, I'm sorry for blaming you. I didn't know!"

"No, you were right," Harry said frostily, never turning to face the redhead. "It was all my fault... Ginny and our baby died."

He walked out then. This time, Ron never tried to stop him.

The redhead palmed his forehead. "Bloody hell."

"Uh, Vice Commander Weasley?" an Auror called.

"Yes?" Ron answered, disgruntled.

"We need your help. The vampire is being restless. She could easily infect us, even without all the biting."

Ron looked at where Harry had left for a long while. He shook his head and focused. "Fine, I'll be there in a second."

Hoped you enjoyed the teaser. Get ready for an epic tale.