Title:Money Filled Freedom

Pairing: Severus/Draco/Harry Dom!Draco & Severus and Sub!Harry
Summary: Vernon Dursley is killed in an accident, leaving his debts on Petunias shoulders. So the only solution she sees is to sell Harry at the Infamous Smythes Auction House.
Rating: NC17/18
Warning's: Slash, AU. Draco is 23 and Severus is 34, this is assuming that HP took place in the 21st century AKA around now, also I'm not from GB so forgive my lack of knowledge of the slang or if I get anything wrong.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books, Raincoast Books and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author's Note: I'm taking into account that I've had mutiple faves and alerts on the story despite the A/N so I'm guess we are green for go!
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Prologue

Part I

It was just barely midnight when Dumbledore received the owl. It had flown in dropped the letter on the desk before him, before turning around and flying right back out. It was curious really, owls were known to stay for a treat and on occasion a friendly pat, not to mention the fact that it was late...curiously late, or early in the case of the mysterious sender.

Turning his attention back to the letter on his desk, he gazed at it with suspicion. "So do you think its safe?" He asked turning to stare at Fawkes, whose molting feathers littered his pedestal and the room and no doubt showed that his burning day was swiftly approaching. Dumbledore's answer was a small trill and subtle nod of the phoenixes head. With a quick chuckle Dumbledore turned around and picked up the letter "Your right old friend, if someone was out to kill or hurt me, it would be easier to do in person than by ma-." Cutting off his sentence abruptly Dumbledore stared at the note in his hand.

A.P.W.B.D you are probably wondering why I am writing you this letter. And its simple really that while my sister does posses the sight, I have an almost greater gift, the true ability to see. And that as such has brought me to you. As the whole world knows, you are the closest wizard to Harry James Potter besides his school friends, and as such I am sure what I have to say about him matters a great deal to you.

Like you, I also know what Harry endured at the hands of his Uncle, Cousin and on the rare occasion his Aunt. And while I am not happy with said treatment, I do agree with the reason you have kept him there. Unfortunately, with the death of Voldemort the Blood wards that surrounded #4 Privet Drive have fallen, which now leaves Harry vulnerable. However we have a solution to this, that is best for all parties involved.

It is not often that one dreams of Soul Bonds, and thus shouldn't be ignored. And that brings me to the reason I am sending this message. Harry Potter will find his soul-mates in two Ex-Death Eaters. While it shocks but does not surprise me, I know that all three were happy.

I fear that besides that I have only one more clue to bring us closer to this happening. Inside is an invitation I received and I feel strongly that...that is where Harry should be. Though I fear...what that means. So I shall leave it to you to figure out, and wish you the best of luck.

Also do tell my sister to write, we haven't heard from her in awhile.

Diane Trelawney

To say that Dumbledore was shocked was an understatement, floored seemed more the word. With shaking hands he grabbed the edge of his desk and lowered himself the chair behind it. You were never an easy one Mr. Potter, he thought as he ran his hands through his beard. Taking the invitation into his hands he gazed at it before a sad smile graced his face.

~~{SS/HP/DM}~~

Vernon Dursley was angry, though angry seemed mild to what he was feeling. Not only was it so late that the only thing left of the sunset was the lingering bursts of bright orange that faded into pink, that in turn faded into the endless twilight of the on coming dusk. But the stead rainfall that had happened all day, had just turned into an all out downpour. And the wind wasn't helping, as if in an angry temper-tantrum it had swelled and now instead of the rain just pouring down, it now poured from the sides and at some points from the ground.

Yes, there was no doubt, Vernon Dursley was FURIOUS. So furious that he pulled his cell phone from the small brown briefcase, one that he had told everyone he would never use (and no one would blame him, for it was the ugliest shade of brown, and the other executives carried briefcases of the richest mahogany), flipping it open he dialed home and once Petunia had picked up snapped a quick "I'll be home late," before snapping it closed.

It was just his luck that today he had a meeting that he didn't know about, Vernon thought to himself as he pushed open the door and made his way slowly to his car – which for once he was grateful of his executive parking spot in front of the building, for just a few seconds after leaving the building he was completely soaked. And the rain was dripping off his face into his mouth, so much that every few seconds he had to spew if from his mouth in a way that was almost mimicking a geyser.

Wrenching open the car door, he quickly threw his suitcase onto the passenger seat, before pulling himself in. Pushing the key in the ignition and starting the car, he quickly reached over and turned the heater on, before putting the car into reverse and pulling out of the parking lot.

Maybe it was his anger that made him so unaware of anything around him. For if he had truly looked close enough, he would have seen the large black shadow in the back seat. And maybe if he had noticed, what came to be might not have come to be.

It was just as he was pulling onto the main road that he saw it, at first it seemed like any average shadow, but the closer he looked the more its seemed almost...human. That was until it seemed to turn its head toward him, and it was the second that his eyes meet the glowing yellow that he did scream. And suddenly it was chaos, for the car was suddenly being wrenched sideways and glass was shattering. The world seemed to go dark, but minutes later he came too. The car was laying upside on the other side of the street, and his face was pressed to the ceiling so hard that he could feel shards of glass pressing into his skin. Outside the window red and blue lights were flashing, and the glowing of flashlights lit other areas that the patrol car lights didn't reach.

At first he was confused, and then suddenly everything came back. Looking into the rear-view mirror he let out a gargled scream, and it was at the noise that the creature turned its attention back to him, once again those eyes were one him and few seconds later the things smiled, small and then growing bigger until it was plain to see that his teeth weren't flat, like an average humans would be but were pointed like teeth you would find on some sort of demon. Slowly it reached out its hand, and instinctively Vernon moved away, but it kept coming before finally stopping a few centimeters from his face. And in that time the creatures mouth opened, and from it emitted the most horrendous noise Vernon had ever heard. The pitch grew slowly, at first it was annoying but the louder it grew the more painful it felt. It was in that moment that he realized exactly what he was hearing.

Death.

~~{SS/HP/DM}~~

It was almost midnight when the doorbell rang. Screaming in the back of her mind, Petunia rolled out of bed, put on her slippers and grabbed the robe off the hook next to the bed. Before sluggishly making her way out the door and down the staircases, quickly snapping the lights on on her way down. Yanking the door open she glared out the two police officers on the other side.

A quick look at their badges, showed that one was named Deckett and the other was Browley. Deckett was a short man with a very muscular build, while Browley was tall and lean with out being over skinny. Browley had black hair and dark brown eyes, that were so seemingly cold that Petunia instinctively tightened her robe around herself. Deckett had graying hair and crystal clear blue eyes, that Petunia was certain would have seemed to be sparkling if it wasn't for the air of sadness wrapped around him.

Deckett was the first to step forward, pulling his cap off his head as he went.

"You must be Petunia Dursley... May we come in?"

Turning to Browley he motioned for the man to take off his cap - which he grudgingly did holding it stiffly at his side, before turning back to Petunia (who at this point had already opened the door wider to let them in, after all she didn't have anything or any reason to hide) and made his way into the house and into the living room. After she had sat down on the couch, and Deckett had placed his cap on the small glass dining room table while Browley stood to the side his cap still clutched in his hands, that Petunia had any inkling that something was wrong, horribly wrong.

Sighing Deckett turning to look at Browley, as if to ask for permission and with a small nod as a reply he turned back to Petunia.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Dursley, but your husband was involved in an accident...he didn't make it."

By the time the officers had left, Petunia was in a daze, her mind seemed only able to grasp small parts of what they told her, and they kept repeating themselves over and over.

Accident.

Dead.

Unfortunately, he was under investigation.

House.

Depts.

Eviction.

There was no way, this was happening, she thought as she sobbed into her hands. There was no way, Vernon had put her into this sort of situation. But if she truly thought about it, maybe he had. I'm sorry Mrs. Dursley,unfortunately, your husband has been under investigation for awhile. On charges not just limited to Extortion and Bribery. We were waiting for the right moment to move and arrest him and his partners, but we then heard that he had brokered some sort of deal, that required all of his money to do. I'm guessing something went wrong and it didn't go through, because we got a tip from one of our CIs that he had borrowed some money from a loan shark, that we believe to have ties to the Russian Mafia.

Standing up she made her way- slowly and shakily- the the kitchen where she grabbed herself a glass from the cabinet and poured water into it. But since he is now dead, Mrs. Dursley, that dept now falls to your shoulders. We can only do so much to protect you, and while I would almost never say this, it might be best to find a way to pay them. There just isn't enough on the force who can help at this point and time.

Making her way back to the living room, glass of water in hand, she quietly sat back down on the couch. "How could you do this to us, Vernon," She cried out softly as she put her face in her hands and cried for the first time, since she had found out her sister had died (After all though she may never have loved her as she should have, and yes she did regret that, she was family).

Outside the wind gathered in small crescendos, but the storm that had caused Vernons accident had passed, causing the small owl that was making its way to the window to falter before righting itself. Landing on the ledge in front of the glass window, it looked at the sad woman on the couch, and with a small tilt of its head back and forth (as if to make a decision) it lifted its head and with his beak gave three quick and quiet taps on the window. Inside Petunia grew quiet, wondering as the room grew quiet if the had imagined the quiet tapping, and just as she was about to give up, it happened again.

Turning to the window, she gasped outside stood a normal barn owl, but the white paper attached to its leg made her grow even more quiet in anger. How dare They send a letter to her in her time of grief, she thought as she roughly turned to stare at the large T.V that sat right across from her, glaring and cursing the existence of "them" (as Vernon had habitually called them when referring to magic folk).

But thankful the owl was ignorant of her anger, so by poor circumstances- after all she didn't want her little Duddie-kins to wake- she was forced to open the window and let the bird in. Who happily flew to the back of the couch, held out its leg and when she had removed the letter from it, flew out the window and into the night.

It took a moment for Petunia to come to after the suddenness of the birds departure, quickly she closed the window to block out the wind, that was still howling outside. Turning the letter over in her hand, she stared at the address in shock.

P. Dursley

4 Privet Drive

Our Sincerest Condolences

It was startling really, after all she had only just found out about her husbands death. And it had to have been sent more than a couple of hours prior to the accident. But without a sign of hesitation, which would have been surprising if circumstances had been any different, she turned the envelope over. The Evelope was held closed by a red wax seal. When she had pulled the wax off and opened the letter a white paper had fallen out along with a vial with a white powder bending down she picked them up and began to read the letter.

Petunia Dursley, I give you my condolences on the loss of your husband.

I have learned from an unnamed source that he left you in al ot of dept.

And what I'm about to suggest to you, is highly illegal in your world.

However, selling people as slaves, is most definitely a common occurrence.

And as such, maybe to me, it seems that in that manner the "Boy" will be of some use, finally, to you and your family.

So I have sent you a contract with Smythes Auction house and a vial of a potion that will knock him out. Once your decision has been made, you needed worry about anything coming back to you, Smythes will take care of everything. By tomorrow no one will remember there being a young boy, besides your son living with you. All you need to do is drop him off at the address on the card.

Best of Luck.

The contract with Smythes Auction house was embossed with gold lettering and was the creamiest white she had ever seen. On the back was written all the information for Harry, and the instructions for her to just prick his finger after he was asleep and wipe the blood on the line marked "Property".

Looking at the powder, that would put Harry to sleep, and her contract with Smythes, Petunia began to worry about what exactly the place was. After all she had never heard of it, but there was no other option that she knew of, and though she might frown at the decision later right now there wasn't anything she could do. Walking into the kitchen she filled the tea kettle with water and placed it on the back burner before pulling down a hidden box of scones.

It was three in the morning when Petunia woke both the boys, and ushered them into the living room, and plied them with a couple of scones and some tea, while she told them about what had happened. It was quiet at first, and she had though for a second Dudley hadn't heard, but suddenly he had stood up and was screaming his head off, while Harry just reached for another scone and gulped his tea down.

Ten minutes later Dudley was back in his bed, and Petunia was in the kitchen writing him a note when the sound of breaking glass shattered the silence. Running back into the living room, she found Harry passed out on the floor. The floral tea cup he had been drinking, lay broken underneath him, causing small droplets of blood to bead up then roll off his face and arm.

Rushing to his side she quickly grabbed his arm, and pulled out the Smythes contract before lifting his arm above it and allowing a couple of drops of blood to fall on the line marked "Property". In the instance that the landed both Harry and the contract began to glow as the blood spread itself out spelling his full name.

By the time she had Harry and all of his belongings packed into the car, it was almost five in the morning, and she had yet to get any sleep. But what she was about to do, had to be done, or at least thats what she kept telling herself, as shes started the car.

~~{SS/HP/DM}~~

Smythes was a sprawling Gothic styled Tudor Manor, that sat at the end of a winding cobbled driveway that led into a courtyard, in the center of which was a large fountain with a marble carving of a wizard in a flowing cloak with his wand raised towards the sky. The building its self was a cold gray and its shingled roof was a splattering of randomly placed dark gray and blue-gray tiles. The entryway was flanked by two staircases with a wrought iron railing on each one, the small alcove produced contained a variety of wizarding based plants.

The door was a rich dark maple, so dark that the streaks of red that ran the grain looked like blood, the window in the center of the door was a frosted save for the intricate working of silver, green and black, on top of which sat a coiled snake. The two small floor length windows that sat on either side of the door were only frosted, and the golden light from inside shone out onto the porch from the foyer.

Raising her hand Petunia grabbed the large knocker and slammed it down three times. Only minutes later the door opened, and the light poured out past the porch and down the staircases, and in its frame was a wizened man, whose small stature belied his true strength.

"I was sent a contract, for the selling of my nephew to you." Petunia said as she pulled the invite from her purse and handed it to the man. Grabbing it, the old man stepped out of the way and motioned her into the manor, before disappearing down a hallway that extended from they foyer.

When he returned he was with a woman, who when she reached Petunia introduced herself as Andromeda. Her hair was pulled back in a tight bun that rested at the base of her skull, around he neck she wore a necklace that each contained a row of 10 10-carat diamonds on the center was a large 20-carat faceted ruby. The dress was stunning with a tight black bodice and a long flowing ruby red skirt.

"I've been expecting you Mrs. Dursley, if you would follow me, I'll get you on your way so you won't have to tarry to long here."

With a nod Petunia followed her into a back room, that she hadn't even seen when she had walked into the mansion. The room was done in a dark brown, on the left sat a huge red brick fireplace, that had a large green and silver rug, with a dark brown leather settee and couch positioned on two different sides with a rectangular glass coffee table. To the right was the office, complete with a large wooden desk that was a gorgeous mahogany.

It was there that Andromeda Black had sat down. Motioning for Petunia to take a seat on one of the two chairs in front of her.

"I do have to tell you I'm quiet surprised, its not everyday that I'm told that I will be sold something truly priceless. So the Boy-Who-Lived, I expect he will sell for a record setting price, even if he turns out to not be a virgin." At that Petunias' eyes widened, and then wincing she damned herself, even though she had hated her sister, she had never hated her so much that she would allow her son to become just a toy, but it was to late the contract had already been signed, in blood non-the-less.

Focusing back on the woman in front of her, Andromeda she reminded herself, who had pulled out this receipt looking paper. "When Harry is sold, the amount of galleons will be written on the charge line. Within a week, go to a place called the Leaky Cauldron, and find the bartender Tom, he will help you get into Diagon Alley and from there you just need to head to Gringotts Wizarding Bank to have this cashed for muggle money. Now I'll just need the contract, and you will be good to go. Albert has already moved Mr. Potter to his room."

At that Petunia jumped up, ready to run out of the room grab her nephew and just leave this god awful place, but instead sat down and pulled the cream contract from her purse, handing it over she let her hand fall limply in her lap.

"I only have one request." Her voice was quiet, and inwardly she cringed, but the stress of the last day was catching up to her. At Andromeda's nod she continued. "Will he be able to keep all his stuff, school supplies and his owl?"

At first Andromeda was confused the understanding blossomed over her face. "They will go with him when he has been purchased, but his owners may choose to have them destroyed. After all Mrs. Dursley, we don't deal with just any Witch or Wizard. Smythes' is one of the oldest and largest Auction house that tailors to the needs of most Pure-Blood families."

"I figured, but... I guess, its my fault that we are in this mess, and have just done the unthinkable and wanted his transition to be easier."

"I cannot make promises, for they are not mine to make. However, I can discuss with his owners, and see if an allowance can be made." At her nod nod, she made her way out the door, down a hall connecting off of the one she had entered in and up a staircase that Petunia hadn't noticed before.

As she was about to leave the house, she could hear her name being called from inside.

"I was told not to tell you, but I see your face and know that this decision will haunt you if you don't know. You needn't worry about Harry, two of the greatest wizards will buy him. And while it might start off horribly, I promise you that he will be happy and lead the sort of life that he should have always had"

Nodding, Petunia left the building and got into her car. Halfway down the driveway she finally let the tears that she had been holding back flow down her face, and the only thing that betrayed the sadness she felt, was the small smile that graced her face. Maybe just maybe, this would be good for everyone.

And though not a religious person, she sent up a quick prayer. Asking, no begging, for the gods to take pity on the poor boy, and give him the life that her sister would have given him.

~~{SS/HP/DM}~~

As Andromeda made her way back up the stairs, she could hear the car starting up outside. And finally for the first time since he had contacted her, she cursed Albus. How could any of them think to do this to the poor boy, he had gone through enough, first the abuse by his uncle, then hunted by the greatest Dark Lord England had seen this century, and now to be sold...like a pig raised and then sold for slaughter.

As she hurried down the many twisting and winding hallways, she thought back to the first time that she had seen the young boy.

Dumbledore had just called in the Order, to alert everyone to the fact that Harry would be leaving his home, in order to complete the mission given to him. At first it was quiet until Sirius let out an angry roar, slamming both his fists down on the table and he jumped up. Everyone was surprised at the outburst, save for Harry he had expected it but knew that it would do little good. He gave the room one more passing glance, and quietly left the room with Ron and Hermione at his side, while everyone's attention was on his godfather.

Three months later, just weeks prior to the end of school, the word came around that the Dark Lord had been vanquished. But, Harry had returned changed, as if he harbored some sort of secret that he seemedtoo keep close to heart. It took a week for him to eat and a little longer for him to even talk about anything remotely close to what happen at the "Final Battle" as it was coming to be called.

Two turns later, found her standing in front of the door to his room, She didn't bother to open it, instead she placed her forehead to the door. And in her mind she cursed Dumbledore, how could he put his trust into a person he had never met, despite what most of the public knew, many of the Death Eaters had escaped following the defeat of their lord.

It was only a matter of time before they found him, and by selling him here there was no way of guaranteeing that he would be sold to a modest pure-blood family. But, despite all her objections, there was no other option in his eyes, and in the back of her mind she prayed that he was right. A sudden sadness crept into her eyes, as she turned around, her back now supported by the door. To be sold in such a place, and to loose all freedom that he may have known, and not being able to spend those last three days in anything besides a drugged sleep, to her was horrendous but there was no other option. True to the house he was placed in, Harry was a Gryffindor through-and-through, headstrong, brave, reckless, and and loyal to a fault, this wasn't something he would have wanted, if it had to have been done it would be on his terms.

Shoving off the door, she made her way back to her office, in order to confirm the sale of one Harry James Potter.

Well I hope that everyone likes this story better than the previous one. It will be a bit faster paced but still maintain the plot that I was trying to achieve with the first version. Also I want to have a couple of Betas, some will check for grammar, others for spelling errors, and a few will help me write the stories and keep everything flowing smoothly. If you are interested in helping me, please send me a PM.

Also I realized that in my author note I never included the prompt for the new SS/HP story that I'll be starting on in a week or so.

08.) Make up a summary for a Three/Ten fanfic.

[Severus/Harry] YES! (I swear this was totally random) Okay let's see... During an angry outburst Harry says the wrong thing to his abusive uncle, his uncle decides that he must dispose of the Potter brat. His uncle beats him unconcious, drives far away from #4 private drive and dumps Harry in the forest without his wand or any way to defend himself. His Uncle doubts he'll make it through the night. But he never counted on the fact that one of Harry's teachers. potions master Professor Severus Snape would have a summer cabin in the woods and would find the badly beaten and starved Boy Who Lived.

Also, I want everyone to know that I will be moving my stories off of and onto Ao3 (I just got my invite last night) I am under the same name, so you can type it in to find me (I'm not sure how to find the link to it or I would post it for you guys)! archiveofourown works/494105/chapters/864189 (thats for the story)