Title: Lord Voldemort's Slave

Author: gorgeousbowneyes

Beta's: Slyth Slytherdor, AgRose. (Thanks heaps guys!)

Rating:M

Summary:"How does it feel, Miss Granger, to see your precious Golden Boy, the only one wanting me to fight this, the only one left to support my cause?" They thought Harry was dead. But the truth is much worse.

Warnings: Abuse, Anal, Angst, AU/AR, BDSM, D/s, M/M, Dubious Consent, Violence

Disclaimer:I don't own Harry Potter in any way, shape or form, I'm just using JK Rowling's characters for my own entertainment and no copyright was intended.

AN:At the end

Lord Voldemort's Slave

By gorgeousbowneyes

Part One

Hermione looked about the room, wand hanging loosely in her hand, as the raiding party she was leading swarmed around her and into the room.

A throne was situated at the end of the spacious room, enormous in size and highly decorated in jewels and wooden carvings. Seated in the throne, surprisingly, was the monster they had been searching for. Hermione would have thought that he knew they were on to him and fled by now. She was expecting the place to be deserted after one of her team members had screwed up and revealed their position when they were closing in on the manor. But maybe Voldemort was tired of running, and wanted all this to end. There was no other explanation for why he stuck around.

A final battle at last.

She approached the throne, cautious of the Death Eaters in the room, however most, if not all, had been captured by her team. There were only two figures who had not yet been detained, and they were both right in front of her, in front of this throne, with all its grandeur.

However, she didn't recognise the second figure. One was Voldemort, he still lounged over his throne like this was some big party. The other had his back turned to her, was facing Voldemort and whispering to him urgently, although how much attention the Dark Lord payed to this person she didn't know. He looked bored.

The man whispering to Voldemort suddenly stopped his murmurs, and from where he was kneeling in front of the Dark Lord, his head of black hair fell forward and into his hands, almost as if he was sobbing. The muscles of his bare back rippled as he heaved a sob, and she could finally hear the sound of it. The man was seriously weeping. She noticed the tight black leather pants and boots he was wearing, noticing specifically his lack of a shirt. He was attractive from behind. She wondered who it could possibly be.

She kept walking until she was but a few steps from standing exactly behind the weeping man. Now that she was closer she noticed the thin white lines down his tanned back and recognised them as whip scars. She desperately wanted to know who this was, but there were things that needed to be taken care of first.

"Voldemort," she said, brave and proud, not scared to utter the name. "All of your followers are captured. Do you surrender?"

Voldemort looked to her face and held her gaze, then broke it to look back down at the man at his feet. He once more looked to her, his gaze unreadable and blank.

"Voldemort, if you do not answer me, I will be forced to use defensive magic upon your person," Hermione stated, starting to feel a little uneasy because of how unresponsive Voldemort was.

Voldemort straightened up in his throne, and leaned forward. His hand reached out and patted the kneeling man's head. The man immediately was responsive and ceased the sounds of weeping, moving his head as if he was enjoying being stroked like an animal.

Finally, Voldemort looked back up to Hermione. "Why is it they send not much more than a girl to bring me into the Ministry's custody?" he queried.

"That's none of your concern, Voldemort. Do you surrender? Or will this need to be a fight to the death? Don't be stupid Voldemort, you are surrounded by Aurors and Law Enforcement Squad, there is no way you would get out of here alive."

"Surrender, hmm. It's strange, is it not, that it would be so much easier to give up. You want me to," Voldemort said, acknowledging Hermione with a tilt of his head, "and I believe that I should. There's nothing left in this for me. But there is yet one who thinks I should fight til the end. Isn't it strange that the one who should support you most, Hermione Granger, is the one who wants me to retain my dignity and my pride, to fight to the death because I am the mighty Lord Voldemort. He doesn't want me to surrender so easily." Voldemort looked to the man at his feet.

Voldemort's hand had continued to stroke through the black locks of the man's hair, and as he finished his sentence, his demeanour suddenly changed. He took firm grip of the man's hair and pulled him to his knees so their eyes were level. He looked into the eyes of the man, although Hermione could only see Voldemort's face. It said enough. She could see pain there, but also cruelty, domination and lust.

Suddenly, Voldemort was kissing the man in front of him. It was vicious, leaving the unknown man no time to breathe, he was being devoured. They broke away and as they did so, Voldemort spun the man around to face the rest of the room. He jerked the man's head back and pushed away his fringe.

The first thing Hermione recognised was the green eyes. She looked then to where Voldemort was pushing away his hair, and saw the scar that was unique to only one person. Harry Potter.

"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed, extending a hand out to him and taking a step forward.

"Ah-ah, not so fast now, Miss Granger," Voldemort said in a soft but evil voice.

"Harry, oh dear Merlin, we thought you were dead!" Hermione exclaimed, her hands going to her face and covering her mouth as her eyes welled with tears.

"How does it feel, Miss Granger, to see your precious Golden Boy, the only one wanting me to fight this, the only one left to support my cause?" Voldemort was rough, handling Harry like a piece of his property. Harry was still kneeling, but facing the room now, with Voldemort sitting on the throne behind him, holding his head back with on hand, the other roaming his bare chest.

Hermione looked on in horror. She couldn't seem to comprehend what Voldemort was telling her, and so remained silent.

"He's a good little pet, this one," Voldemort said, looking down at Harry. "Took a while to beat the defiance out of him, but he slowly got there. He worships me, this one does. One would even go so far as to think he loves me. Stupid pet. I should have seen it earlier and trained that out of you too, but alas this side of you didn't show up until my life was in danger, which doesn't happen very often, I can assure you." His hand had moved to stroke down the side of Harry's cheek.

"But pet, you know that this has to happen. It's over."

"No!" It was the first time Hermione had seen Harry say anything. "Please, Master, no! You can't give in!"

"Now, now, pet, where is this defiance coming from? I thought we were past this long ago. You obey me, point blank, no matter what I tell you to do. You never say no to me!" With that Voldemort struck Harry across the face, sending him sprawling forward onto his hands and knees.

Hermione gasped and went as if to help him, but she was kept back by a vicious stare from Voldemort. She saw Harry give a sob, and turned back to his master, still on his hands and knees.

"Please, Master, don't surrender." He murmured in a broken voice. He was clinging onto Voldemort's leg now and pushing his face into the material of Voldemort's robes.

"Ah, now he's onto the begging. Why is this so important to you my pet, that you would risk further punishment and humiliation? Or perhaps you think you can be defiant because the light side is here and you'll soon be out of my care?"

"No! That's not it at all Master. I-I-I just don't want you to surrender. It's n-n-not like you. And I don't want to be s-s-separated from you!" He let out a sob.

Voldemort leaned down and brought Harry's face out of his robes, and put a finger under his chin. He pulled upwards with that finger until Harry was rising towards him, and was finally on his feet. He brought Harry's face forward and leaned in to place a gentle kiss on his lips. It was almost bitter sweet to watch.

"Harry, pet, don't resist this. It's what has to happen." With that he pushed Harry from him, sending him once more to the ground, only this time he landed on his back. "Stay down, pet," Voldemort said in a hushed voice. Harry didn't move.

Voldemort slowly stood to his feet, drawing his wand from inside his robes. Immediately the room was on guard, watching his every movement closely for any sign that he was about to use his wand. But instead he simply threw the wand to the ground and it rolled to a stop in front of Hermione's feet.

"I surrender."

Hermione was almost too shocked to move. But instinct told her she should pick up his wand before the Dark Lord changed his mind, took it back up again and cursed her. She hurriedly scooped it up and passed it to an officer standing by her side. "Don't let that wand out of your sight," she commanded him.

Voldemort had moved over the form of Harry lying in front of his throne and was holding his hands out towards her in a sign that he had nothing up his sleeves. She cautiously moved forward and performed a binding spell on his wrists, along with a full body bind. She indicated for Aurors to come forward and take Lord Voldemort into custody.

She waited until the Aurors had removed Voldemort and the most prominent Death Eaters from the vicinity before moving forward to the area in front of the throne. Harry still lay where Voldemort had sent him sprawling, unmoving.

She walked to his side and knelt down next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. His eyes fluttered open at her touch and his brilliant green eyes met hers. It took a while for him to realise who it was he was looking at, and when it finally clicked, he turned his head in shame.

"Harry..." Hermione said softly, not really knowing what to say to him.

Harry continued to stare at the ground, just lying there in front of the throne.

"Harry, please, look at me. Say something, anything!"

He finally looked back to the worried form of Hermione.

"You were my friend once..." He said, in a hushed voice.

"Yes...Harry please, I'm still your friend. I'm Hermione...you remember me don't you?"

"Hermione..." He said the name like it was foreign to him. "No, you're just trying to confuse me. Master will punish me if he finds me talking to you. Go away!"

"Harry, please, Voldemort is gone, he's not your master anymore. You're free."

Harry looked sharply at her. "What do you mean?"

"Voldemort surrendered. He's captured and will be tried for his crimes, probably given the Dementor's Kiss or at least sent to Azkaban for life. Maybe they'll even send him through the Veil..."

"WHAT?" Harry exclaimed, suddenly jumping to his feet. "No, he promised me he'd never surrender, that he'd never give up. No, this can't be right."

"Harry don't you understand? You're not his slave, his pet anymore. You're free to live your life as you please."

"My life? My life belongs to my Master."

"Dear Merlin, he's done an excellent job brainwashing you," Hermione exclaimed in frustration. She tried to concentrate, how many years had it been since Harry had disappeared? Four years. In that time, Harry had turned into someone unrecognizable as an individual. She turned to an Auror, tears swimming in her eyes.

"Send for the medical team, Harry will need to be taken to St Mungo's ... He doesn't know who he is or his own worth anymore."

The Auror nodded, compassion in his eyes for Hermione's predicament, and rushed off to find someone from the medical team.

Hermione turned back to Harry, who had turned to sit by the empty throne. He was muttering something under his breath.

"What's that you're saying Harry?" she said as she approached him once more.

He ignored her but continued to mutter. As she came closer, what he was saying became clearer.

"Mustn't leave. Master will be back for me. He wouldn't leave me. I'm a good pet, he'll be back for me. I'll just stay right here and he'll be back for me."

Hermione turned away from the small form of her best friend; she couldn't stand it any longer. The tears began to spill from her eyes and she sobbed once, until she wiped the tears away, quickly covering any weakness she might have displayed, if only briefly. She saw a few people from the medical team approaching and indicated that she should speak with them first. She quickly relayed all the interaction she'd had with Harry so far, and they looked over her shoulder at the once thought dead Harry Potter.

"He could be difficult to remove from here," one of the medical team pointed out.

"What choice do we have? He can't stay here, he'll have to be transported to St Mungo's , to the fourth floor, I presume," another commented.

"Yes, quite right, he looks like he'll be a long term patient," said the third.

"But how are we going to – "

"Will you three SHUT UP!" Hermione burst out. "Stop talking about him like he's some – some – some creature to be dealt with! He's a human being for crying out loud!" Hermione rubbed a hand over her face to calm down. "Look, I'm sorry I yelled. But he's my best friend, it's hard enough seeing him like this, let alone you lot talking about him that way, so desensitised."

The woman in the group stepped over to her and took hold of one of her shoulders. "Dear, I think you're too emotionally attached here to be making proper decisions. Maybe you should step away and assign someone else to oversee this. It's very emotional to find someone you love like this, and for them to not recognise you, or not care if they recognise you." She started pulling Hermione away, walking with her to the doors of the room. "Take some time out, don't worry, everything will be fine." Hermione gulped and nodded. The Healer was right, she was too close to the situation.

"Shirks!" she called out, and an Auror she trusted turned at the sound of his name and made his way over to her.

"Commander Granger?"

"I need you to oversee the removal of Harry Potter to St Mungo's for me. I would do it myself, but... Well."

"Of course. If you need anything else, let me know, OK?"

"Sure. And Shirks?" He looked back from where he was making his way down the room. "Thank you. Don't let any harm come to him."

"You're welcome, and I won't."

She nodded in response.

Hermione moved over to the side of the room and slid to the floor, her face in her hands. She had long ago grieved the death of Harry, and to find him now alive, it was something she didn't expect. It had shaken her to the bone and she really didn't know how to deal with this. Plus they finally captured Voldemort, and the war was over. She wept for joy, and she wept in sadness, it was all over, Harry was alive, but would he ever be the same again?

She heard screams and she looked up to see them dragging Harry out of the room, wrapped in a straight jacked, him putting up a fight at being removed from Voldemort's domain. They finally got him outside, most of the reconnaissance party halted to watch the commotion as Harry Potter, Voldemort's slave, was removed from the hall and apparated away to St Mungo's.

Hermione's tears fell harder at the scene Harry made. Surely he didn't want to be with Voldemort that much?

AN: Hello again! I realise I'm accumulating a massive amount of unfinished stories, which I don't actually have time to finish. However, this story is only in two parts, with the second part already complete and just waiting for me to post. So do not fear, this story is already finished and you wont have to wait too long for an update! Please Review and tell me what you think, as this idea has been mulling around my mind for a great amount of time! Thanks for reading!