Pet

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SIX
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Once the ritual had been completed, Harry was free to leave his rooms without being lead on a leash. He wandered through the expansive Malfoy gardens and greenhouses; when the weather was inclement, he would study the extensive art collections and libraries.

Throughout his travels, he often felt the calculating gaze of Narcissa Malfoy, but she never spoke to him and rarely remained in the same room for long. Harry watched the icy queen’s graceful retreat from the arbor and felt a wave of pity. Gift from the Dark Lord notwithstanding, it was cruel for Lucius to have moved his whore into the home he shared with his wife.

Squib…Concubine…Pet…Whore. Harry curled up against one of the trees in the Malfoy gardens, tucking his robe around his slight form to ward off the early fall chill. He had exchanged pleasantries with several small garden snakes but they were poor conversationalists. He was just grateful that his loss of magic did not extend to Parseltongue.

“Accio leaf,” he whispered half-heartedly to a yellowing leaf beside his feet and was startled when the leaf quaked slightly. His moment of elation faded when he realized it was just the wind. Just the wind, he thought sadly and directed his attention to a sleeping owl nesting high in the branches.

He missed Hedwig. He missed his friends and wondered what fate befell those “fortunate” enough to survive Lord Voldemort’s slaughter of the “unworthy”. He shuddered at the memory of Seamus’ terrified face as he was dragged away by the sadistic Walden McNair and of Ginny clutching Neville, who was trying to be strong for both of them. He hoped that they were still alive.

Harry was so wrapped up in his thoughts, he did not notice Lucius approach him or that the sun had already set until he was abruptly pulled to his feet.

“It’s late, Pet. It’s time to come inside.”

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Harry curled up at Lucius feet in front of the Library fireplace. The warmth of the flames slowly melted the damp chill of the arbor. The dark wizard stroked the unruly black hair, feeling the tense young man relax.

“What ever were you doing in the gardens after dark?” His fingers paused, and then tugged sharply when there was no immediate response.

“I was trying to stay out of the way, Master.”

“Staying out of whose way?”

Harry’s eyes flickered up a moment before returning to gaze submissively at the needlepoint floral carpet beneath him. “Lady Malfoy, Master.”

“Narcissa? Has she been bothering you?”

“No, Master. She just watches me…I make her …uncomfortable. What did she say at the binding that made Voldemort laugh at her?”

Harry’s eyes watered at the sharp slap of Lucius’ hand against his cheek. “I will not tolerate your disrespect against the Dark Lord. You are not worthy to address him by name.”

The slight wizard pulled away from Lucius, curling at the man’s feet like a kicked dog.

“I meant no disrespect, sir. Professor Dumbledore always encouraged me to call him by his name. He said fear of a name gave it power.”

Lucius pulled Harry up by his choke chain. “Dumbledore was a fool.”

“Perhaps,” Harry retorted, “but he was no more foolish than grown wizards referring to someone as “He Who Must Not Be Named” and “You Know Who”. They sound like right idiots.” Harry braced himself for another blow that did not fall.

“One day, Pet, perhaps you will think before opening your mouth.” Lucius pulled Harry up to his knees between his muscular thighs. “If you can not control what comes out of your mouth, I will control what goes into it.”

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The musky white blond curls filled his nose and Harry tried desperately to get some air as Lucius fucked his mouth roughly. Harry fought his gag reflexes as the cock thrust deeply and violently into his mouth. In the days since his binding, Lucius was teaching Harry how he liked to be pleased sexually and Harry was trying hard to be an accommodating pet, but nothing prepared him for the violence of Lucius thrusts. He choked on Lucius’ release, unable to swallow all of it.

As Lucius relaxed his hold on Harry’s head and pulled out of his mouth, Harry’s eyes opened. There was no missing the hurt incomprehension in them. Lucius regretted having to treat his concubine in such a manner, but Harry had to learn his place.

Harry cured up into himself and focused on the fire. His jaws ached and his throat hurt. The seed tasted bitter in his mouth.

“Pet.”

“Yes, Master?”

“Narcissa told the Dark Lord that you were just a waste of sperm. Go to bed, Pet.”

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Harry wrapped his arms around his knees to comfort himself, tucked in the window seat in his rooms, untouched breakfast and lunch trays beside him. He looked at the Malfoy gardens and the forest beyond and watched as several thestrals hovered over the treetops for several moments before disappearing back into the dense foliage. Vaguely, he wondered what other creatures dwelled there.

He heard the door open, but did not shift his gaze.

“Sulking, Pet?” Lucius inquired, stroking the thin shoulders.

“No, Master,” he replied, his voice a little hoarse.

“Sally informs me you have not eaten.”

“I am not hungry.”

“If you are not sulking, then why are you hiding in your room? Are you upset about last night?”

“I think that the reality of my situation has finally struck home.” Lucius watched as the little figure withdrew into himself. Lucius stroked the wayward hair, but said nothing. After several minutes, Harry spoke again, in a voice barely a whisper.

“Uncle Vernon always called me a waste of flesh.”

Harry’s feelings were hurt, not because of Lucius’ actions, but because of Lucius’ words. How deeply did the psychological damage caused by the Dursleys go? He gathered the unresisting figure into his arms.

“A waste of sperm…You think my beloved wife watches you because she thinks you are nothing?” When Harry did not respond, Lucius continued, pulling the sprite onto his lap. “She watches you because she views you as a threat to her future.”

“Master?”

“It is not your sperm that is the waste…It is mine.”

Harry looked up, confusion in his elfin features.

“Narcissa wants another child.”

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Harry smiled at the tickle of lips and teeth in the palm of his hand. His other hand stroked the skeletal cheek of the young thestral eating the oats he held out.

“Her name is Blix.” Came the gruff voice of the elderly Squib groundskeeper. “She’s a sweet little girl, isn’t she?”

Dobbins added more oats and replenished the salt licks. Beyond the Malfoy stables, at the edge of the forest, Dobbins maintained several feeding stations for the forest creatures. Since Harry had begin to occasionally help the old man, he had seen thestrals, unicorns, hippogriffs and an assortment of birds and bats. There were dangerous, flesh-eating creatures in the forest as well, but they did not approach the inhabited grounds during the day.

Harry took quiet comfort in his casual friendship with Dobbins. The old man knew who and what he was, but he treated him with the same indifference he would have treated any teenage boy who hung around his stables. If he wanted to stay, he had to make himself useful; Harry did not mind. He needed a physical outlet.

Lucius was not especially pleased to have his concubine occasionally smelling of manure, but he also realized Harry needed an outlet. Physical exertions took his mind off the emptiness he felt with the loss of his magic in a way intellectual activities could not. Everything in the manor pulsed of magic, but the stables and gardens were maintained almost exclusively on the sweat of house elves and Squibs. Out there he was Harry; he wasn’t just Lucius Malfoy’s whore.

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Harry tried not to drift off to sleep as Lucius absentmindedly stroked and petted him. Harry was curled up at his master’s feet with his head on his thigh. Around him, several Inner Circle Death Eaters were in a strategy session, discussing the battle plans, the weaknesses of known enemy commanders and future objectives.

The conversation wove around and through his thoughts. Being a concubine seemed to entail more than just the sexual aspect; in many ways, Harry realized his social function was similar to that of a Geisha. Lucius kept his Ministry of Magic and Death Eater activities separated for the most part; Narcissa continued to play the public role expected of the wife of the Minister of Magic with a calendar filled with charity and social functions, but she shunned the other social circle as much as she could.

Harry often found himself acting as hostess of sorts to the dark wizards; he never discussed politics or the war, but Lucius made sure he kept up on current events so he could carry on polite conversation, be it the new beater for the Wilbourne Wasps or the newest wine from a particular French vineyard. He learned to laugh politely at jokes he did not find amusing and became well versed in many games of chance.

It was extremely rare for Harry to leave the manor. The only other pet he saw with any regularity was Severus, and Harry realized early on that he and Severus were viewed in a higher regard than most other pets. Neither were ever presented wearing provocative clothing, their attire was always impeccably tailored to accentuate their slender figures, but they were covered from neck to ankle, leaving everything to the imagination. And from the overt looks they received, Harry decided some of the wizards had active imaginations.

Harry’s life took on a certain pattern. Lucius wasn’t an especially cruel master, but he was not a kind one either. He took Harry whenever and wherever he wanted, caring only for his own pleasure. On many occasions, Harry’s pleasure was secondary, an unnecessary bonus.

In his mind, Harry tried to distance himself from the sexual acts. Lucius never called him by name, even in the height of passion – he was always called “Pet” as if it was now his given name. Early on, concerned that Harry seemed to be withdrawing into depression, Severus offered counsel and friendship. It would be folly for the bound wizards to ever think that Lord Voldemort or Lord Malfoy would ever or could ever view them as lovers. To be a lover required a mature and emotional equality that would never be extended to a possession, to a pet.

Harry was guaranteed that several days each month Lucius made no demands upon his body. To appease his wife, Lucius spent the days she was most fertile with her exclusively. With the aid of fertility potions, she became pregnant in late spring.

Blix was also pregnant and Harry didn’t think he’d ever seen anything look more ridiculous than the skeletal thestral and her huge swollen belly. To protect the pregnant mare from predators, Dobbins provided her with a stall in a little used corner of the stables.

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Draco returned home for a short summer holiday. He was taking an accelerated program at Durmstrang with several other former Hogwarts students and would graduate a fully trained wizard by the end of December.

He knew his father had bound Harry as a concubine, but the slender sprite had so far managed to escape detection. His mother laughed when he mentioned it one afternoon at tea; even though the former savior was unable to apparate, he disappeared quicker than a house elf.

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A week before Harry’s seventeenth birthday, Blix went into labor. Harry stayed with her late into the night, offering assistance and comfort and forgot to notify anyone in the manor where he was. He could hear the wolves outside the locked stables, drawn by the smell of blood. Dawn was breaking when Blix finally delivered a healthy filly: Harry was amazed when the tiny creature stood on wobbly legs minutes after being born.

Exhausted, Harry curled up in an adjoining stall and fell asleep in the fragrant hay. Dobbins covered the small figure with a clean horse blanket and went on with his duties.

Harry awoke abruptly with a cry. Pain sliced across his bare calf quickly followed by a swooshing sound and another slice of pain. Disoriented, Harry scrambled into a protective crouch, half buried in the loose hay. Lucius raised a riding crop and made contact with Harry’s upraised arms. He roughly pulled Harry to his feet and flung him. The small wizard, unable to gain footing in the slippery hay, crashed into the wall.

“M-master?” he gasped.

Lucius tore the robe from his concubine’s body and bent him at the waist in a vice like grip. The riding crop sliced at his lower back, buttocks, thighs and calves, raising welts and occasionally drawing blood. Harry cried out in confusion and in pain.

“You were not in your room last night. You know you are forbidden to be outside after dark. I have better things to do with my time than search for you.” The riding crop snaked between his thighs and caressed his testicles. “ Why did you disobey me?”

Tears stung the brilliant green eyes. “Mare…foaled last night…st-stayed with her.” The riding crop continued to caress his tender flesh. He could feel Lucius’ erection against his bare thigh.

“Liar,” Lucius hissed. “None of my mares is pregnant.”

“Not a horse, Master…thestral…Dobbins let her use a stall to keep the wolves at bay…You can see for yourself…last stall.”

Lucius’ anger was white hot. He forced Harry’s unresisting body to a standing position and pinned him face first against the wall of the stall, his strong hands pushing hard enough to bruise. Harry’s fingers scrabbled against the smooth paneled wall, searching for something to brace himself against. He heard the rustle of fabric and the sound of a zipper.

“Master?”

Lucius pulled the choke chain taut to silence him. Harry tried to catch his breath but the chain was cutting off his supply of air. His legs were forced apart with a knee.

Harry bit his lip to keep from screaming as Lucius slammed into him. He had often been taken roughly before, but never dry.

From the shadows Draco watched his father brutally rape his concubine. Curious to know where his father was stalking off to, the blond wizard followed him. He knew he should be more horrified by his father’s actions, but he was not. He had seen and heard too much during the war and his father’s actions were almost mild in comparison.

Blood and semen running in rivulets, Harry tried to support his weight against the wall on violently trembling legs. Draco stepped back into the shadows as his father stalked by, dragging Harry by his arms. Lucius paused beside a horse trough, his head jerked toward the curious Blix staring at him over the partition. He dropped the battered wizard into the cold water.

“Clean yourself up, Pet.” He snapped and strode down the corridor without a backward glance.

Draco grimaced as he watched Harry struggle to get out of the deep trough. Dripping, he limped toward the stall and wrapped himself up in his torn robe.

Draco crept away as a choked sob escaped the raven-haired possession. Mother had nothing to worry about; Father was not falling in love with his concubine. Father treated his concubine as less than human.

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Harry keened softly as Severus carefully inserted salve-coated packing into his torn and swollen channel. The Potion Master made soothing circles on his back with his other hand.

“Almost done.”

Severus wiped the salve from his hands onto a damp towel. He didn’t even want to remember how many times he had performed the same procedure on Seamus Finnegan.

Harry rolled gingerly on to his side, the exquisite serpent tattoo standing out against the pale flesh. Idly tracing the green and silver scales, his eyes flickered toward Severus’ stoic face.

“What happened, Sev? You weren’t called in just for me.”

Severus packed his small satchel, leaving behind several vials for Sally to use later. His fingers toyed with a wayward lock of hair.

“No, love,” he said quietly. “Narcissa lost the baby.”

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