The Boy Who Lived to be Voldemort\'s

Disclaimer: All of the characters belong to J. K. Rowling, my lord and Master. The plot is mine (and every other person’s who has written this type of story.), the world and characters I am just borrowing.

Chantalmalfoy: lol. Glad you liked it. J


Warnings: Will be a creepy fic! Will include child abuse, rape, underage sex and all that other stuff I put in the warnings. If this squicks you, stop now. Run away! I warned you! To everyone else enjoy.


Soon after Draco and his father had left Tom entered Harry’s bedroom. The boy was waiting for him, sitting on his bed, looking thoughtful.
“Did you have a good time Little One?” Tom asked, joining him on the bed.
“Yes, Master Tom.”
“You can tell me about it after your punishment, alright?”
“Yes, Master Tom.”
“Now, what inappropriate things did you do whilst Draconis was here?
“…I didn’t want him to play with my train set, I pulled his hair and I said I hated him.”
Tom frowned, disapprovingly.
“One for not sharing. Two for pulling his hair; that is un-sportsman like. Three for saying you hated him. I instructed you to be friends and that statement was a direct attack on my word. Now how many is that?”
“Six, Master Tom.” Harry said, hanging his head.
“Are you in agreeance (sp) that you need to be punished?”
“Yes, Master Tom.”
“You will count them.” Tom said softly, waving his wand and summoning up an intricate whip.
“Yes, Master Tom.”
Harry pulled off his shirt and rolled over onto his stomach.
Tom brought the whip down without warning, and Harry muffled his scream in a pillow.
“One.” He said firmly.
“You will not disappoint me again.” Tom growled, bringing the whip crashing down again.
“N-no sir. Two.”
“You will not embarrass me like that again.” *crack*
“No Master! T-three.”
“Crying in front of company!” *crack!*
“Forgive me. Ffffour.”
“You are supposed to be better than that!” *CRACK!*
Harry screamed, sobbing now.
“I’m s-orry!”
“COUNT IT!”
“F-five!”
“WORTHLESS! *crack* UNGRATEFUL! *crack!* BRAT!!! *CRACK!*”
“Stop!!! Please stop!!!”
“YOU DIDN’T COUNT!!!” *crack!*
“Sssix!…S-even! Eightnine! PLEASE! I’m sorry!!!”
Tom paused mid-lash, eyes bright red and panting, overcome with rage. He blinked, took in the sobbing form and dropped the whip, crawling onto the bed to console him.
“Shh. I am sorry Little one. I did not mean to hurt you. Don’t cry.”
He cradled the bloody boy in his arms, stroking his hair and whispering soothing things into his ears.
He kissed the boy soft on the lips and waved his hand, healing the wounds on Harry’s back. He would never leave a single blemish on the boy’s flawless skin. “Shh. It is all alright now. You have been punished, it is over. Just stop being bad, alright my pet?”
Harry nodded, snuggling into his Master’s chest, and trying to will the tears to stop. He was bad. He must stop making Master Tom have to do these horrible things to him.

Tom smiled, wiping the remaining tears away, and setting Harry on his knee.
“Now. Tell me about your day.”
“…Draconis was very nice. He told me all about what his mother’s like.”
“Did he really?”
“Yes. He said she sang him songs to go to sleep, and took him for walks in the garden, and…” Harry trailed off, smiling. “Master? Who is my mother?”

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