Pet

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TWENTY-EIGHT
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Harry barely had time to rinse the shampoo from his eyes before he found himself pinned to the shower wall. Possessively, Lucius’ hands and lips re-marked their territory. He devoured Harry’s lips and lifted the slender wizard so that his legs wrapped around Lucius’ hips. With the younger man’s back braced against the tile, the white blond wizard impaled Harry onto his cock. Harry buried his face into his master’s shoulder; the fragrance in the bath oil stung the tender tissues in his channel. Lucius took him thoroughly.

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Completing his interrupted shower, Harry was only vaguely aware when Lucius dressed and disapparated to the Ministry of Magic. He winced when he gingerly washed his bruised anal tissue. Celibate for over eight months, he had been penetrated twice in less than an hour’s time.

“Father will fuck you whether you are his consort or his concubine.” Draco’s voice echoed in his ears as he dressed in the summer weight robe left for him by one of the house elves. He sipped on a small vial of pain potion thoughtfully left beside his clothing.

Stomach grumbling, Harry slowly made his way to the breakfast sunroom. Even with the pain potion, discomfort throbbed up his spine. He would have to re-accustom his body and mind to Lucius’ insatiable libido; with Narcissa dead, he would not even have the few days’ respite her fertility cycle had provided.

The hoots of many owls greeted the wizard as he entered the sunroom. Owls were perched everywhere, much to the consternation of the house elves who were unsuccessfully trying to remove the messages and shoo the birds away. Harry noticed immediately that several of the owls were carrying bright red envelopes and a few of the envelopes were already smoking. Howlers.

Hoping for the best, Harry strode into the room and addressed the house elves and the owls.

“Lord Malfoy just left for the Ministry of Magic. He will not return until this evening. Any correspondence for him that can not wait must be delivered to him at the Ministry.”

A number of the owls blinked and took flight through the open French doors heading toward London. Harry winced as he sat carefully at the table, a light breakfast appearing on the plates. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the owls fighting for position and one after the other, the large birds approached to be relieved of their burden.

Knowing that an unopened Howler would explode without warning, Harry lined up several of the smoking envelopes at arm’s length. He smiled apologetically at the remaining house elves. “This isn’t going to be pretty. I suggest you cover your ears, but please be on guard in case one of those Howlers attacks me.”

Harry saw a house elf snag an owl whose feathers were smoking, the victim of a prematurely exploding Howler. The bird squawked indignantly as it was submerged into a fish bowl to dowse the flames.

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“Spawn of a Mudblood whore…disgrace of wizard kind…Death Eater whore…rather fuck a two-knut Knockturn whore…mixed blood bastard tainting the blood lines…deserves better than a slut like you…should have died with your mother…traitor…whore…whore…whore.”

Harry paled as the Howlers erupted, screams echoing in the small sunroom. He had come to expect the fickle wizarding world to attack him when given the chance and months as a stripper had somewhat thickened his skin, but Harry would be lying to himself if he said the Howlers didn’t hurt.

A house elf whose name Harry thought was Tillie patted his shoulder. “Bad witches. Bad wizards. Master’s Pet not the bad words they calls him.”

Harry smiled wanly, touched by the little elf’s compassion. There were still several owls perched on chairs, rolls of parchment or packages tied to their legs. Apprehensively, he reached for a stately eagle owl bearing the Zabini crest at her chest; she had forced the other owls to stand down.

“Dear Mr. Potter,

Please permit me to congratulate you on the birth of your daughter and on your continued survival among the basilisks and dragons.

Enclosed you will find a small package; as I am certain you are still fitted with your control bands, tap three times on the ribbon and it will automatically expand. Inside you will find a rather unusual gift from the wife of my great grandson. It is an odd little thing to my old eyes, but Ginerva worked very hard on it and assures me that no matter how it turned out, her adopted brother will be amused by it.

Unlike the rest of the Zabini Clan, I have no hidden agenda to this letter; as a spoil of war from the Grindlewald era, I can closely identify with the predicament you and Ginerva have found yourselves in. I will give you the same advice I gave Ginerva when she found herself dropped in the middle of the viper’s nest also know as the Zabini Family – the Sorting Hat made you Gryffindor for your courage and your strength. Keep your head up and ignore the comments of those who seek to undermine your self worth. Time will erase the stigma of being a plaything if you keep your wits about you. Trust me, I know.

I have sent Lord Malfoy a separate owl containing a proper gift to young Rosamond. I will be extending an invitation for you and Rosamond to attend tea at my manor; my great great grandson would enjoy a play date with one of his equals and I know you would like to visit with Ginerva away from prying eyes.

Sincerely,
Siobhan (Bagshott) Zabini”

Harry read through the parchment a second time, the sting of the Howlers eased by her words. He expanded the package and unwrapped it. Nestled in tissue paper was a misshapen soft pink baby sweater. Ginny had attempted to knit a “Weasley” sweater without using magic. Harry’s fingers ghosted over the uneven stitches and he smiled. A slip of parchment fell from one of the sleeves.

“Dear Harry,

I am relieved to hear that that bitch Narcissa Malfoy did not kill you or Rosamond. Even though I cannot acknowledge you in public as yet, please know that I love you and my thoughts are always with you.

I hope I will be able to see you soon; Great-Grandmother is hatching a plot.

All my love,
Ginny”

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A very pregnant Blix nudged Harry aside and peered into the ornate wicker pram; Rosamond was sleeping. Harry petted the thestral, grateful that Lucius had never discovered her role in his escape. She ran her skeletal face across Harry’s flat abdomen, as if asking a question.

“No, Blix. No baby this season. Humans usually skip a season or two.”

Blix backed up, taking a suddenly defensive position. Harry followed her gaze and saw the tall, sparse figure of Severus heading toward them. While pregnant, Blix only felt safe around Harry and Dobbins. After a few quiet words of reassurance, she drifted back into the protection of the forest.

As Severus approached, several house elves appeared and quickly set up a picnic lunch in the shade. The two bound wizards made themselves comfortable on the plaid picnic blanket.

“I never got the chance to thank you,” Harry said as he poured Severus a glass of lemonade.

“Thank me for what?”

“The Parkinson/Spinnet Ruling of 1592…that had to be a rather obscure bit of legislation…must have taken you ages to find it.”

Severus tried to suppress a smirk. “Oh, Love, it would have…if there ever was a Parkinson/Spinnet Ruling…”

Harry looked up at his older friend; he closed his mouth, which had fallen open. “You made it up? You lied?”

Severus’ smirk turned into a full smile, his dark eyes glittered in amusement. Harry continued to sputter. “You lied to the Dark Lord?”

“It wouldn’t be the first or the last time.”

“But if he finds out…”

“Oh, I think he knows…on a certain level he expects it of me…everyone always tells him what they think he wants to hear. A little resistance keeps him from becoming complacent.” Severus arched an eyebrow. “You do realize what a dangerous chance Lucius took by not fulfilling Jacobson’s Law in the traditional manner? By all rights, he should have flailed you clean to the bone.”

Harry grimaced. The caning had been brutal enough.

“Lord Voldemort thought it was amusing.”

“I think an amused Dark Lord frightens me more than a vengeful one.”

“He was impressed by your escape. I have to admit, I could not have remained hidden for quite so long. Wizards don’t think the same way as Muggles…If Luce hadn’t hired a Muggle Private Investigator, you probably could have remained hidden until Rosamond began to exhibit uncontrolled wandless magic…the search for you was much farther afield…who would have thought to find you less than twelve city blocks from Diagon Alley?

“It is fortunate Lucius was the one who finally found you. I don’t want to imagine what would have happened if one of the more extreme Death Eaters discovered you…”

“Montague’s Law?”

“No. Montague’s Law would have been merciful. They would have held you out as an example to all other pets and concubines.”

“Like Seamus?”

“Yes, Like Finnegan. But in Finnegan’s case, McNair had damaged him so thoroughly…justice was swift – there was no additional torture. Gregory Goyle was there…said it felt almost like euthanasia…a wounded wild animal put out of his misery.”

“Poor Seamus.” Harry said quietly and turned his attention to Rosamond’s babbles.

“Harry, promise me something…” Harry looked up. Severus’ face was without humor. “Don’t ever try to run away again. Your safety lies with Lucius’ protection…there are still too many witches and wizards out there who would love to get their wands on Dumbledore’s Golden Child…”

“And you.”

“And me. I am even more of a target than you…blood traitor, turncoat, spy…My life hangs with Lord Voldemort’s whims and Lucius Malfoy’s friendship…”

“Then be careful with the games you play with Voldemort, Sev. I don’t want to lose you.”

“I thought I did lose you.” The Potion Master replied quietly, retrieving a rolling Rose from the edge of the blanket. “Narcissa’s Avada Kedavra set off the manor wards. Lucius and I apparated into the foyer, thinking the estate was under attack. We didn’t expect to find the attack had come from within…Thank Merlin Draco arrived when he did…another Crucio would have left you insane or dead…and it would have taken Narcissa only a moment to disable Pippi’s protective charm on Rosamond…. It was never intended to block a killing curse. It was only intended to protect Rose if she fell out of her crib.”

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