My Pet Harry

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Chapter 2
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The next morning on Harry's walk to Dumbledore's office he tried, not so successfully, at calming himself for about the hundredth time. 'It's no big deal. No big deal at all.' He repeated over and over in his head.

When he got to Dumbledore's office Snape was already there. A large chest sat on Dumbledore's office and Harry had to take a deep breath to calm himself down enough to stop shaking. He refused to look nervous in front of Snape.

"Now Harry we are ready to begin the process. This is your last chance to change your mind. Are you ready to plunge in or are choosing to back out," asked Albus.

Harry took another deep breath. "I'm doing it."

"Very good."

"Now first we need to prepare you to look like a Pet and Severus' tastes or no one will be convinced."

"Please remove your clothing Potter," said Snape calmly, as if this was a normal question he asked his students every day.

"Here? Now?" Harry knew that clothing removal would have to be a part of this process, but he was not expecting it to be this soon or in the headmaster's office of all places.

"Don't make a scene. You will soon be doing far more than just stripping very soon Potter." Harry gulped, but he had agreed to it. He began to slowly remove his clothing.

"Oh hurry up boy we don't have all day."

"Severus be kind. Harry's never done anything like this. Right Harry? You're a virgin aren't you?" Harry felt a shiver go down his spine, but he nodded to the question.

"I always thought the famous Harry Potter would be a slut with all his admirers, but apparently none of them were good enough for you to bother yourself with them."

"It's not like that," said Harry blushing as he was now standing before the two men only his boxers. And talking about his sex life with them was certainly not helping manners.

Suddenly, Harry felt something slightly warm at his hips and then just as suddenly his boxers were pulled down leaving him naked as the day he was born.

"I'm not a patient man," said Snape as some sort of explanation as he tossed Harry's boxers into the pile with the rest of Harry's clothing. Harry became even more red as he noticed the too men intently looking him over and quickly placed his hands to try and cover himself.

"Oh Harry you'll have nothing to worry about. All the men will instantly want you," said Dumbledore in his comforting voice. If only he knew that that was the last thing on the list of worries currently coursing through Harry's head.
Dumbledore opened the chest and Harry tried to peek in, but the lid blocked his view.

"Now Harry could you please play with your nipples?" asked Dumbeldore.

"What? My nipples?" squeaked Harry in reply.

"Your nipples, those two nubs on your chest. Are you just stupid boy or are you intending to question everything the headmaster says?" Snape snapped.

"Sorry, but I haven't exactly ever done this before!" Snape said nothing. With not emotion or fanfare He licked his fingers and placed his hands on Harry's nipples and began rubbing and pulling on them. Harry jumped and tried to pull himself away from Snape's hands. Snape grabbed Harry by his waist and pulled him back into place.

"Stay still," he growled. Harry took a deep breath and tried to think of anything, but Snape's hands, which was difficult, because though the whole situation was beyond anything Harry could ever dream up and extremely humiliating Snape's long fingers manipulating Harry's nipples did feel rather nice.

"Why are we doing this?" Harry finally was able to gasp out both out of real curiosity and the hope that a bit of conversation would distract him from the rapidly growing heat coursing through his body. But his question was ignored.

Harry nipples began to get hard. "Such a little slut," whispered Snape in Harry's ear so only he could hear it. Harry gasped. "He's ready," said Snape to Dumledore.

"Good." Dumbledore reached his hand into the chest, pulled out something, and walked over to Harry.

Snape put his hands on Harry's waist. "Brace yourself." That was all the warning Harry got before something sharp was piercing through his nipple. Harry gasped and Harry looked down and saw a gold ring pierced through his nipple.

"What?"

"Piercing is a sign of ownership and Severus always pierces his pets." Dumbledore moved on to Harry's second nipple and this time Harry let out a little whelp.

Harry looked down and saw one more golden ring in the headmaster's hand. "Where does that one go?"

Harry felt Snape pull his waist back and then down into his lap. Harry let out a little oomph as he felt himself land awkwardly on Snape's thighs. Snape spread his thighs causing Harry's legs to be pushed apart. The evening was just getting worse. Now he was sitting naked on his professor's lap, his thighs spread wide, and his headmaster was standing in front of him with a golden ring piercing.
Snape's hand snaked around Harry and grabbed a hold of something that caused Harry to almost fall of Snape's lap. "Hold still Potter."

"Oh no please. Not there. Please not there."

"Shh. Shh. Calm down Harry. It will only hurt for a moment," said Dumbledore giving Harry's shoulder a little squeeze.

"Please noOOO!" Without any warning Dumbledore placed the final ring through the head of Harry's cock. Even though he tried his best to contain it, Harry couldn't stop a tear from flowing out of his eye and dripping down his cheek.

The headmaster brushed it off. "It's all over now Harry. Just breathe." Harry took a deep breath and began to calm down a bit.
Dumbeldore walked back over to his desk and pulled out a small bottle from the trunk. "Alright Harry are you calm enough to take this now?"

"I'm alright, I guess. What is it?" Before Harry could say any more, the neck of the bottle was at his lips and a cool slimy liquid was flowing down his throat. He swallowed the liquid to avoid choking, but couldn't help worrying about what the effects this potion might have. He knew they weren't going to poison him or anything, but he wasn't sure how much of a comfort that actually was after all that he had just gone through.

After the potion was gone the three of them just sat there waiting. But, as the time passed nothing seemed to happen. Harry was not sure if this was a good thing or incredibly scary. He decided to pose the question again even though Dumbledore had ignored him the first time, "What was that?"

"A potion Potter," sneered Snape.

"I know that, but what is it going to do?"

"Look down Harry," Harry did. Everything seemed normal, except of course for the piercing on his penis, but that was an expected abnormality. Snape moved his hands towards Harry's genitalia and Harry began to squirm a bit. He did not like the idea that this potion was going to affect anything down there and he certainly did not like that Snape was going to touch him there. Snape's hand moved down and he ran his fingers through Harry's pubic hair. When his hand came back it was full of black hair. Was it a numbing spell? Harry hadn't felt anything when Snape pulled out that hair. Snape let go of the hair and grabbed Harry's hand brining it back down to Harry's crotch. Snape moved Harry's hand through Harry's pubs and Harry felt his hair fall into his hand. It wasn't a numbing spell. It had done something to Harry's hair roots. All of his hair was just falling out! Harry threw his hands up to his head and pulled. It hurt. The hair certainly wasn't falling out there.

"Don't worry Harry, it's a spell to remove excess hair. It's very common among witches."

"But that wasn't excess hair!" Harry had liked his hair down there. Granted he did not have very much, but it had made him feel like a man. Snape moved his hand back down and began to wipe the hair away. Harry was in shock for a moment before he grabbed Snape's wrist. "I can do that myself." Snape moved his hand and Harry slowly watched as all his curly black hair fell to the floor. Once he was done he took a good look at his now hairless penis. It looked so naked. So like a small boy's.

"Lift you arms Potter." He did so without even thinking. Harry felt Snape rubbing under his arms and he knew without even looking that the hair was falling off there too. Soon Snape pushed Harry's arms down and was rubbing his stomach and his chest and more hair fell away. He didn't even try to stop him. It seemed useless. He began to see that being a pet was more than just being used sexually. It was about the loss of control, it was about your desires not meaning anything anymore, being molded into a tool to fulfill someone else's wants.

When Snape was done Dumbledore patted Harry's head and smiled. "Good boy." Dumbledore walked back to the chest and pulled out some clothing. "Time to get dressed Harry."

"I can't just wear my regular clothes?"

"No Potter you don't normally dress like a whore." Harry blushed. He could only imagine what sort of clothes he would have to wear.

"Stand up Potter. You can't get dressed on my lap." Harry blushed again, but was glad to finally be getting off of Snape. Dumbledore put the clothes down and picked up an item from the top of the pile and handed it to Snape who stood up and walked over to him.

"Underpants Potter," said Snape as he handed Harry something that Harry would never had identified as an undergarment. It was a small scrap of black lace with red silky ribbons attached to it. He looked at it confused. "Can't do anything by yourself, can you Potter?"

"Well it's not like I've ever worn lingerie before!"

Snape snatched the piece of clothing from Harry. He handed Harry two ribbons and said, "Hold." And then moved behind Harry. He picked up one of the ribbons on the other side of the garment and took one of the ribbons from Harry and tied it in a bow. He went around to the other side and did the same thing.

Harry looked down at himself. A piece of black lace just barely covered himself in the front and there were two red bows by each of his hips. The back part was just a thin strip that went between his butt cheeks, which was definitely an odd sensation. "Easy access," said Snape fingering one of the bows, and Harry felt his face get hot at the embarrassing truth of the statement.

Dumbledore picked up the next piece of clothing and again Snape went to retrieve it from him, this item was large, satiny black, and there was something sort of stiff about it.

Snape began to put the item on Harry without even taking the time to see if Harry could do it on his own. Snape wrapped the fabric around Harry's torso and then went around to do it up in the back. Snape took out his wand, muttered an incantation and suddenly the fabric tightened around Harry. It was very tight and reached just below Harry's nipples causing them to push out over the top of the garment. Harry moved his hands down his sides and noticed how the piece of clothing had molded his body into a curvy shape. "It's a corset," said Dumbledore, as if that somehow would make things make more sense.

"Sit," said Snape as he went to get the next item from the headmaster. Harry sat down and only then noticed that he had been shaking. Snape brought the next item over and this was finally an item that Harry could identify as stockings, but the comfort this knowledge brought was considerably minimal. "Right leg." Snape slipped the black material over Harry's foot and then slowly brought it up Harry's leg. He then took two strings, that Harry hadn't noticed were attached to his corset, and hooked them on to the stockings. He then did the same thing with the other leg.

"Stand up," said Snape and he picked up the next item, a small piece of black leather. He walked over to Harry and knelt down holding the skirt open. "Step in," he said and Harry did. Harry pulled it up and Snape moved behind him to zip it up. It was strange to feel his professor's hands across his backside. The skirt was incredibly short. So short that Harry was not quite sure if it qualified as a skirt. It was incredibly tight and reached just below his butt cheeks. If he bent over even the slightest bit he would be showing off his new panties.

"Last item," said Dumbledore cheerfully. Snape handed Harry the last piece of clothing and Harry slipped it over his head. It was a low cut black tank top.

Dumbledore then went back into the trunk and pulled out a thin black strap with a buckle at the end and a small silver snake hanging off the middle. It looked sort of like a dog collar. Snape took it and put it around Harry's neck. Perhaps he wasn't that far from the truth. It was a collar, a collar for a pet.

The headmaster went back into the trunk and pulled out a pair of black shiny high-heeled shoes. "I don't think I can walk in those."

"Don't worry we'll put a balancing spell on you," Dumbledore did just that and Harry stepped into the shoes.

Harry was told to sit again and a bag of make-up was taken out of the trunk. Just a short while ago the site of make-up would have made him jump, in comparison to all the things they had done to him, make-up wasn't all that shocking.

Dumbledore took off Harry's glasses and did a quick spell and everything in front of him was clear.

Snape took out what looked like a black pencil and drew around Harry's eyes. He then took out a black spiky looking brush. "Don't blink," said Snape before he use the brush to coat Harry's long eyelashes with black mascara. Next he took a small pot of red shiny stuff and rubbed it on Harry's lips. Then he took out a pot of pink powder and a large brush and brushed some across Harry's cheeks. For the last item he squirted some gel in his hands and rubbed it through Harry's hair giving it a more feminine style. "All done." Harry stood up and the two older men admired their work. "Perfect."

"So do all pet's dress like girls?" asked Harry.

"No, but Professor Snape likes his pet's that way." He really could have lived without knowing that bit of kinky information about his professor, though soon, he shuddered, he would be learning a lot more.

Dumbledore waved his wand and a full-length mirror appeared before Harry. He looked at himself. The black eye-liner made his eyes appear bigger and brighter and the clothing seemed to somehow flatter his figure. Harry had never really felt "sexy" before, but something about the ensemble made him sort of feel that way. It was strange, inappropriate, but he did sort of look good, in a strange inappropriate way of course. But, the thought that made him start to trembles was he was actually going to go out in public like this!

"One last thing," said Dumbledore. He waved his wand at Harry's face and did a quick glamour charm subtly changing his features and covering up his scar.

"Very nice, no one will be able to recognize the boy, but it does keep a nice semblance of his features that will intrigue the Dark Lord. I've always felt that while Voldermort certainly wishes to kill the boy he would very much like to fuck him first," said Snape. Harry couldn't help, but be a little disturbed with this piece of information.

Now Potter if this is to work you need to obey whatever I say. I do not care how unappealing it is to you. Maybe of my orders will be just that. You must follow my orders without question. If you disobey me I will be forced to punish you and you will dislike the punishment far more than any other thing I ask you to do no matter how bad it seems," said Snape.

Harry tried to swallow around the lump that had formed in his throat. "Okay."

"Alright my boy," said Dumbledore reassuringly patting Harry on the back. Snape picked up a small silver snake off the desk and walked over to Harry.

"Grab it," said Snape. Harry did and the portkey whisked them out of Dumbledore's office.

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