A/N:

Don't bother reviewing it. It's an abandoned story, which wasn't updated since 2012.

I only posted a summary of what I have initially planned for the story as the last chapter.

Chapter 1: Enslavement.

Harry sat in a dark room without windows. His legs were chained to the wall and he was looking at a barely visible door. Behind it were his friends Ron and Hermione. He didn't try to call for them, since he didn't want to attract the attention of their captors. He was quite relieved that they were alive and he hoped that someone would free them. The problem was, not a soul knew where they were and there was only a small chance that someone would find them.

How did it even come to this? He was happy to see professional quidditch with his own eyes; the World Cup game had been wonderful. Everything was wonderful, but then the Death Eaters came. People panicked and the trio tried to stay safe, but in the end they were caught, stunned, and brought to this place. His wand was right in front of him, but it was still unreachable. That man in black placed it there so that Harry would feel helpless and useless, and it was working. It was torture to see the wand but be unable to reach it.

He started when a door to the left opened with a loud squeak. He looked at his visitor and after a few seconds was able to see a blond girl. She somehow looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen her. Sure, in Hogwarts, but where? The girl was beautiful and he couldn't help but stare at her in awe. Perhaps it was the situation he was in, but she looked like an angel to him. He stood up.

"Hello, Potter," she said.

"Do I know you?" asked Harry.

She smiled and approached him. Then she touched his hair and he couldn't help but blush. "No, but we're in the same year at Hogwarts. You wouldn't notice me though, you never look at Slytherins. You're so infatuated with Malfoy that I would think that you're playing for the other team." She giggled. "Are you?"

"No! Of course not!" he exclaimed. "But why are you here? Are you with... them?"

"I'm here to save you and your friends. I saw them cursing you three and taking you away, and managed to place a tracking spell on you and came here. Fortunately, you're not well guarded right now."

"Really?" he asked in disbelief.

"Yes. But you have to know that I do nothing for free. Why would I? Saving you is dangerous for me and my family. That's why the price will be very difficult to accept."

"You need money? I have enough money."

She laughed and shook her head. "My family is the wealthiest in the wizarding world, Potter, while your family was quite poor compared to mine. Why would I need money from you?"

"Then what do you want?"

"Servitude. I'll free you and your friends if you take a certain ring and activate it."

"What do you mean by servitude?" he asked.

"This is an ancient ring, a treasure of our family. I have three: the Master Ring and two Slave Rings. My family believes it's just a legend, but I'm willing to try."

He closed his eyes and asked, "You want me... to become your slave?"

"Yes. If the rings don't work I'll still help you to get away from here."

The idea of being slave was horrible, but he would do it if that would ensure Ron and Hermione's safety. The problem was he didn't trust her. Well, her beauty was clouding his mind, but still... he didn't even know her name. "What's your name?" he asked.

"Daphne Greengrass," she replied.

"Why should I trust you? How do I know you're not with these people, that you aren't one of Voldemort's followers? How do I know if you'll free Ron and Hermione after I take the ring?"

She looked at him for a few seconds and nodded. "I'll give you a magical oath," she said. "I, Daphne Greengrass, swear on my magic that I am not, and never will, work for or help Voldemort or his followers willingly, knowingly or without reason. I swear on my magic that I am unaware of any occurrence of my family working with or helping them. I swear on my magic that once you become my slave I'll help Ron and Hermione and I swear on my magic that I won't force you to fight for Voldemort," she finished and her wand glowed. "Lumos." She smiled and said, "As you see I can still do magic. Was that enough?"

"I..." he hesitated. "I don't know… What will you do with me?"

"Everything I want," she whispered grinning. "Everything. I'm not the usual girl and have certain drives."

He blushed madly and asked, "You mean..."

"Well, I didn't mean that," she deadpanned. "Let's say, I like to see powerful men or women on their knees before me. Don't worry, perhaps you'll even like it."

Harry wondered if he really would like it, but there was no other choice. No one would come to save them. He had to save Ron and Hermione. He was a bit angry with Daphne, but he understood that she had no reason to save them. If that was the price to save their lives he was willing to pay. "I agree" he said.

"Good," she said with a smile and handed him a simple silver ring. "Put it on and say that you agree to be my slave."

He put it on reluctantly and whispered, "I agree to be your slave."

Suddenly he felt heat like his finger was on fire. If was quite painful but he managed to stay silent. Then the pain was gone and Harry looked at his hand. The ring has vanished, leaving a burn mark behind.

"It worked," she said wide-eyed and then smiled. "I never imagined it would work! How did you manage to think that you really want to become my slave?"

Harry frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"

"The ring accepted your wish. You had to wish to be my slave. I hoped it would work, but I doubted it. I guess you somehow reasoned that the price I asked for was adequate..." She shook her head and continued, "And you're kind of dumb, Potter."

Harry scowled, but managed to say calmly, "I'm not."

"Yes you are, and I don't want my slave to be stupid. The Oaths I swore were completely useless. Let's start with the first one. I swore you that I won't be working for Voldemort without a reason." She snickered. "I didn't say what kind of reason. I could like to work for him, for example, and that would be a reason. Not that I would. Then I swore that I don't know if my family is working for him, but they may! I said I would help Ron and Hermione; I can force you to kill them and that would help them, since they won't be tortured for weeks after you and I leave them here. I swore that I wouldn't force you to fight Voldemort, but I can force you to fight for me while fighting for Voldemort. Besides, you're my slave now and all my oaths to you are irrelevant, because I own you. But to forget to ask me about the ring is just… honestly, how could you be that stupid agreeing to be my slave under those conditions?"

He could barely breathe from shame. He was so stupid. The dread of the whole situation began to sink in and he paled. Would he be able to resist if she'd order him to kill Ron and Hermione? He agreed, but he had no idea how the ring worked.

"Potter, that doesn't mean that I would hand you over to Death Eaters or force you to kill your friends… just use your brain from now on to avoid situations like this." She sighed and grinned evilly, "Let's try something. Kneel and kiss my feet."

Before he knew he fell down on his knees and tried to resist her order. But then he felt pain and it was getting worse very fast. Soon enough he couldn't resist anymore and kissed her feet.

"Greengrass…" he hissed angry while standing up.

"It's Mistress to you, Potter."

This was unfair. Would he ever be happy? He suppressed his tears and managed to mutter "Yes, Mistress."

She smiled with satisfaction and pointed her wand at chains and exclaimed, "Alohomora!" unlocking the irons. "You can free Hermione and Ron yourself. I used stunners and body-binding curses on the scum that kidnapped you three. They won't wake up for another hour," she said and continued using the ring, "Don't tell anyone that you're my slave and make sure no one realizes that you are one without my permission. Furthermore, don't mention me helping you today."

"I understand" he said.

"You forgot something" she reminded him.

"I understand, Mistress."

"Meet me on the platform nine and three quarters at ten o'clock."

"Yes, Mistress."

Daphne giggled and said, "Good, you're learning fast. Good-bye, my lovely slave." Then she left the room leaving Harry alone.

He shook his head and ran to Ron and Hermione, then quickly unchained and woke them using simple spells. The moment Hermione opened her eyes she saw Harry's face and threw herself onto him whispering through tears, "You're alright! Thank Merlin you're alright. We thought they killed you."

He couldn't help but smile. He was happy. The price was completely worth it. He would do it again if it meant that Ron and Hermione would be alive and well.

"I'm alright Hermione," he said and turned to Ron, "How are you?"

"I'm fine mate" the red-head answered. "How did you manage to free yourself?"

He wanted to tell them about Daphne but found himself unable to utter a word about her. With a sigh he lied: "The Death Eater placed my wand right in front of me but out of my reach. I called it wandlessly somehow. Let's go, we should get out of here."