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After the war was over Harry was praised by all along with Neville as war heroes. Fred was injured. And at the beginning of the cleanup Dumbledore miraculously turned up alive which majorly pissed him off. He burned off the man’s beard when he found out he had faked his death.
Harry had moved away from Grimmauld place because he wanted Sirius to have a place of his own and the place always had a certain creepy vibe to it.
He was always popping by for one reason or another these days though, which led others to believe he lived there. But he would never stay long when the old man was there but he wouldn’t tell his godfather to ban him.
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The Dark side lost the war and most of the death eaters went to Azkaban. Harry was fine with that but he tried to convince the ministry to free Snape, as the man was a hero. Several months ago they told him with no uncertain terms to give up on getting his freedom. He received the message from the old man himself and he was livid.
The ministry wanted Harry to appear for so many gatherings to show him off but they wouldn't even give him visitation rights to the man that has saved his life countless times. Tom Riddle, Lucius Malfoy, and Severus Snape each received the harshest charges from the ministry life in prison top level security in Azkaban.
Harry had seen Sirius after Azkaban, Starved half-deranged and in need of some serious healing. He could only imagine what they were going through there considering they had committed heinous crimes for the sake of “bettering The Wizarding World”.
He thought that though the noseless man was insane with some of his policies, he’d had a better plan than Dumbledore's plan for sacrificing him for the greater good.
Harry was trying to find his own form of normalcy. Being famous made that difficult. He was even considering permanently morphing into someone else. Death would love that.
As of late, Hermione and Ron were pissed at him for not making more public appearances. But they didn’t seem to care that Harry no longer wanted to be a pawn. He did not want to be an object to be stared at. He wanted to be just Harry. To be himself.
After some mind healing and therapy, Sirius and Remus understood that completely.
Harry was doing things anonymously to better The Wizarding World like creating hospitals for creatures.
Supporting laws that free old magic practices, and even dark rituals. His master of death status was also a reason for Dumbledore to be constantly accosting him randomly. As if he had the right to summon him. Since he was so insistent he ignored and avoided the man at all costs.
That’s why when he got a random letter from the ministry he was absolutely shocked by the contents.
The ministry wanted to give him slaves. Scratch that- The Ministry wanted to GIFT. HIM. SLAVES. They arranged a meeting for him to ‘Claim his Spoils of War.’ Harry was immediately disgusted by the country that he lived in. The ministry that he was a poster boy for when it was convenient.
Harry didn't want slaves; he escaped to his library to figure out exactly what spoils of war entitled. And Hermione thought he couldn't do his own research.
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When he was finished with a stack of books he realized that there was no getting out of this or brushing the ministries words aside.
If he declined or failed to claim them, they would be auctioned off to the highest bidder with no rights whatsoever. To be tortured and killed.
So he went to the scheduled appointment with the blasted letter in hand. Harry was appalled by what he was about to do. But he still walked up the stairs with a blank look on his face.
His mask was in place, He had made it his mission after school to learn Occlumency but after Meeting Death it wasn't necessary because he found blocks on his abilities and did a private cleansing ritual with the goblins. Found out that his feelings for Ginny were not real and she even had a marriage contract that she wanted him to sign and if he was still potioned he might’ve.
Pushing his thoughts aside, he met with Cornelius Fudge the man had arranged for the private office upon Harry’s insistence. When he walked in there were about eight aurors standing and on the ground were three crumpled forms in their prisoner garb.
“Lord Potter, pleased to meet you again.” The man had a fake smile plastered on his face.
“I’m sure. Though it's Lord Pervell actually. The last time we met was when? Oh right, when you tried to put me on trial.” Harry snarked, smirking as the man paled.
The man stumbled over his words. “I’m glad to know you're forgiving nature is just as Dumbledore said it was.” He thought mentioning the old man would make Harry more kind, unfortunately he was wrong. Unbeknownst to him, it just made his attitude worse, much worse.
“Let’s get this over with. We all know why I’m here.” Harry was cold, the others in the room shivered from the ice in his gaze. His green eyes once resembled his mothers, were more vibrant and glowing like the killing curse, ever since it was cast at him the second time. It was a warning that made their hearts race.
“Yes, once you sign these papers they will become your slaves.” The man had a cheerful smile on his face that Harry just wanted to hex off his face.
Harry just wanted to make it quick; he didn't even look at the figures on the floor as he signed. “There, I have claimed my spoils of war.” He restrained himself from rolling his eyes, though the sarcasm in his voice was clear.
“Great, everything will be delivered at your convenience, at your residence if you wish. Those three things have been broken in and you shouldn’t have any problems. When would you prefer delivery?”
“Those three will be coming with me today. I have only trusted individuals invited to my home, you understand. As for anything else… The goblins have a vault prepared for you to deliver anything you need. “ Harry was ready to leave, he wanted to break anything and everything in sight and his magic wanted nothing more than to help him.
He noticed that the three had magical collars around their necks. He knew they were a nifty piece of magic and any attempt to take them off was met with pain, suffering and then death.
Harry walked over to them and looked them over with a quick unnoticeable brush of magic and he was appalled at their current injuries. “Grab on.”
Only one of them, Snape, did because it was known to be quite difficult to side-apparate more than one person at a time. “All of you.” the second the others grabbed on he was gone.
He landed with them in his floo room and they released him like he was on fire and kneeled before him on the ground. Eyes cast to the floor.
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Severus was broken. And Lucius and Tom were in the same state as him. After they were captured by the authorities they were subjected to some of the most demeaning atrocities.
They had been escorted to the ministry in the dead of night and told that they were being given to their new owner.
If it was before the war ended they might have fought being slaves or even their fowl treatment. But now, after their Training, they accepted the little kindnesses they were granted and they had been given clean water. That was rare for them.
In secret, they discussed who they would have to serve and how much they would be tortured. Severus had an idea of who it was, but he didn't want to think about what the golden boy would do with three slaves so he kept his thoughts to himself.
When Harry walked in he felt numb.
He just knew that the boy would get his revenge for each and every time he so much as sneered at him. He subtly exchanged glances with Lucius and Tom and they were having similar thoughts about the matter.