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Harry tried to ignore the looks he was getting from the patrons of the bar as he washed the tables down. Looking at the young man one would never guess that he was once the son of a once wealthy noble, nor something as special as a bearer, but at one time he had been.

Harry had once been his father's favorite, and doted on by his mother. However, it all came to an end the day Oliver Wood and Cedric Diggory came to call. Harry's younger sisters fancied themselves in love with the two young men. Both were very well off, and would boost the family back up to its once state of glory. To his family the two men could do no wrong, but for some reason Harry was always ill at ease around them.

Then one night the two came to his room while he slept, and forced themselves on him. They were careful not to leave marks, other than ones that could have been left in the heat of passion. The next morning they went to his father and demanded Harry be punished for seducing them. Harry tried to reason with his father, but after seeing the 'evidence' left behind, his father would hear none of it, assuming it had been consensual, and demanded Harry marry one of the two men.

Harry refused to be wed to one his attackers, and was thrown from the house and onto the streets. He worried a child may have been conceived during the attack, and when he found himself throwing up constantly weeks later he knew his fears were well founded. So there he was, living on the streets, starving, and pregnant. He did what he could to try and find a job, but news of his 'indiscretions' preceded him, rendering him unhireable.

The morning he woke to feel something wet and sticky between his legs his heart shattered, and he knew he'd lost his baby. Suddenly life seemed to hold no meaning for him, and he prayed death would be kinder to him.

It was the middle of winter when the innkeeper found him almost frozen to death, and Tom being the kind man he was, took him off the streets and gave him a room and a job. Unfortunately he couldn't afford to pay Harry much, but Harry was grateful for whatever he could get.

Harry would clean tables and serve the patrons, and when he was able to retire for the night would go to his room and lock his door. He'd heard the comments from the men below, and more than once he was touched in appropriately. He'd been threatened by some of the men that they would come to him in the night, and as such he never really slept for fear they would follow through.

He listened for news of his family, and the feeling of betrayal almost overwhelmed him when he heard his sisters had married his attackers. He'd always prayed his family would return for him, apologize for not believing him, but that never came to pass.

It was a year before he saw any member of his family, and then it was his only his siblings that appeared. He'd thought they had finally come for him, only to be pointed out to the two men with them. He watched as money was exchanged, and his wrists were bound, it was then he realized they had sold him to slave traders.

Tom tried to fight for him, but he didn't have enough money to buy him, and Harry was dragged off, casting one last look to the only man who had ever cared for him.

Draco Malfoy sighed as his father's carriage made it's way through the streets of London. He'd been through this so many times, his father taking him down to the slave markets in the hopes that Draco would be able to find his mate. His father had hoped the veela blood that ran through the Royal Family would remain dormant, but it hadn't. As such, everything was done to find the young prince's mate.

First there were the balls, but none of the nobles smelled appealing. Then they had walked through the streets of the kingdom, and none of the peasants appealed to him. So they had taken to looking in the slave market, but so far had found nothing. He was ready to give up, and fulfill his mother's wish for him to marry Lord Parkinson's daughter, assuming that his mate was either not born, or already dead.

He followed his father through the many halls filled with cells holding the slaves, and was ready to turn and go back when he caught the faintest scent of wild flowers. His heart sped up, and his feet propelled him to the one hall yet to be searched, that of the slaves sold for sex. He paid no mind to the slaves there; searching only for the one whose scent he couldn't get out of his mind, stopping at the end where a man was enjoying his most recent purchase.

He heard himself growl as he took in the sight of the old man thrusting into his mate, and heard his mate's cries of "Please no more" and "Not again." He reacted without thinking, letting the instinct to protect and avenge his mate take over. In an instant he'd pulled the man from his mate, his rage evident in his eyes.

"This must be him." He could hear his father's voice, as he pinned the man to the wall. He turned to see his father had wrapped his mate in a soft blanket, and had him in his arms.

Seeing his attention was on him, his father said, "Don't be long Draco."

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Harry was startled when he woke and realized he was in a soft, warm bed. He didn't remember much as to how he got there. The last thing he'd remembered was the man who'd bought him from the slave traders climbing on top of him in his cell, and thrusting into him.

The memory brought tears to his eyes, and he assumed he'd been taken to his new form of hell. He found himself wondering when his new master would come for him again, and shuddered when the door opened, allowing a beautiful blond woman entrance.

She smiled at him when she saw he was awake, and settled herself down next to him on the bed. "You had us worried there for a while." She whispered as she rung out a cloth, and used it to wipe his face.

"Sorry, but where am I?" Harry asked, realizing just how weak he truly felt.

"You are in the castle at Hogwarts." She smiled at him, and continued to wipe his face. "My husband and son brought you here after finding you in the market in the Slytherin lands. You took ill before they could get you to the palace, you will feel very weak for a while, but not to worry, you are in good hands." As she said this she pulled the covers down gently and began washing the rest of him. She must have felt him tense when the covers were lowered, because she shushed him, and talked gently to him. "You will feel much better once you are cleaned. Just relax, I promise you are safe here."

He tried to hide his shame at his condition, but she just cooed to him, calming his frazzled nerves, allowing him to relax and eventually fall asleep.

Narcissa felt the smile spread across her face when she entered her son's mate's room, and saw him sitting up in the bed. She had been shocked at the state he'd been brought to the palace in, and had told everyone that she would be the one to administer to him. When she got word of how sick he was she feared he would not make it to see the wedding. She knew that Bearers were far more susceptible to illness than any other, and when the fever raged on she feared he'd be lost to them forever, and with him, her only son. For she knew that Draco would never choose to go on without his mate now that he'd found him.

As such, this young man was her only hope for grandchildren as she'd been told she would never be able to have more children after almost loosing her life giving birth to Draco. As such she decided his mate would be treated like the second child she'd never been graced with. So she took it upon herself to nurse him back to health, and smother him with attention, and when he was well enough she began training him for his role as Prince Consort.

"Draco, it is time for your mate's bath, and then he needs his rest." She told the young blond sitting in the chair next to the bed. He nodded to her, picked up his mate's hand, and kissed the back of it.

When he was gone she started the process of bathing his mate. "Well, I refuse to continue calling you Draco's mate," She saw the fearful look cross the beautiful face, and was quick to finish the statement, "So why don't you tell me your name."

"I no longer have one, my family all but disowned me, and I'm a slave." Was the quiet reply, and Narcissa felt her heart go out to the boy. She should have known as such, the boy refused to talk about his past, and they had thought it was to prevent thinking about the rape, but now she wondered if it wasn't more than that.

"Well, would you mind if I were to give you one. Something new for your new position in life?" When he nodded, she started thinking of the perfect name. It wasn't until she looked into his eyes that she came up with the perfect name, "What about Jade, for your eyes."

"If that is what you wish." He replied, and she knew he would never tell her.

"I think it's perfect. So then Jade you will be, well Jaden, but we'll just call you Jade for short."

Harry was told that since he was strong enough the wedding would have to take place, so he would have the protection of the Malfoy name. That is exactly what had happened too. He couldn’t believe it as he looked out over all the people from his place to next to his new husband. They were all seated for the wedding banquet, and Draco was in the process of filling his plate.

It all seemed so surreal to Harry that he'd gone from being the son of a poor noble in Gryffindor, to a wench in an inn, to a slave meant only to pleasure his master, and finally to Prince Consort.

He shuddered when he felt his husband's hand upon his knee, before it was quickly snatched back. He wondered if he'd be able to get through the night, his fear starting to take over. "I'm sorry little one." He heard his husband whisper to him. Draco had been trying so hard not to frighten him, but even the slightest touch made him remember the three men who did not wait for his consent. "Please Jade, don't do this to yourself." Draco whispered as he took his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "He can't hurt you anymore."

This just served as a reminder that while his new husband had killed one of his attackers, two more were still walking around free, married to people he once cared very deeply for. People he still cared very deeply for. That these two men were now a part of the family he'd lost. The family he so desperately wanted back.

Sure he cared very deeply for the Malfoys, but they could not replace his father or mother. He was hurt and betrayed by his siblings, but a small part of him still loved them, and cared for them as well.

"Come Jade Darling, I think it's time we left here." Came a soft feminine voice, as his new mother took his hand and led him away. When they were in the privacy of his suite, she held him as he cried, whispering to him that in time all would be well.