Spartacus & Harry Potter

This will be set in the Spartacus Universe, after the death of Sura, Spartacus' wife but before Spartacus learns that  Quintus Batiatus betrayed him.  The pairing will be Spartacus & Harry obviously with bits of Pietros & Harry in the mix.  Of course Barca & Pietros will be together, everything would be explained in the fic.

A sneak peak:

Spartacus looked towards the balcony of the house that over looked the training grounds.  When his eyes fell upon someone that he'd never before seen.  With skin so fair that even Lucretia would envy.  Wild shining hair as black as midnight and just long enough to brush a long and slender neck that begged to be tasted.  This person was male, the bared chest was absent of breasts, and lightly muscled.  What Spartacus could see of the male's face, he could tell that it held beauty he had never laid eyes on in his lifetime, not even his late wife, Sura, had possessed it.  The male was also young, most likely around Pietros' age.  This boy was very well kept for a slave, his fair skin and dark hair clean and the robe he wore around his waist was of much finer material than what Spartacus had seen on any of the other slaves.  It's rich black and green tones made the boy's fair skin stand out, even in the shade of the house, and it matched the boy's hair.  Spartacus was sure the boy wore sweetly scented oils that Lucretia coveted and bathed in.

"You'd be wise to turn your eyes."

Spartacus looked away from the boy who had him so entranced to look at Ashur as he stood, resting as much of his weight on his good leg as possible.  "And why should I?  Who is that?"   Spartacus asked, shifting his fingers on the handle of his practice blade.

Ashur laughed, drawing attention from other Gladiators.  "That is one of Dominia's guilty pleasures."   Ashur replied, and Spartacus raised an eyebrow with interest.

"Tell me more."  Spartacus demanded and Ashur smirked.

"The master's wife found the boy in the streets several years ago.  Half starved and beaten, she took pity on him.  She brought him back, cleaned him and put warm food in his belly."   Ashur said.   "A spark of good fortune fell on the ludus -"

"You'd be wise to keep your mouth shut, less you have your tongue removed."  Doctore said, stepping up behind Ashur.  The maimed Gladiator turned, and took a few steps back so that he was looking up at the dark skinned man.  "Spartacus, do not ask questions above your station, it is unwise."

Spartacus turned his attention away from Doctore, and up to the house.  The boy was looking down at them now, still slightly covered by the shadow from the house.  Spartacus started slightly, as shining eyes the color of the purest emerald stared down at him intently.   Spartacus felt a bolt of heat run through his chest.

"At least give me a name."  Spartacus requested, never removing his eyes from the boy's.

"They call him Harry."  Doctore said.