Disclaimer: hello all! I don't own any of this…except for the story line that is. The lovely j.k. Rowling has provided me with the characters!
Prologue:
Harry potter had never had a happy or even enjoyable life. While other children his age were outside yelling and playing, harry was locked in the cupboard so that his 'parents' didn't have to explain his presence. His 'mother' Lilly, though she was the worst. She thought she was high and mighty because she had been able to lure his father from his momma and papa (his LIFE mates) and get him for herself. His father had to see his momma and papa every few weeks so that they didn't die and that was the only time that he was allowed out of the cupboard and to wear clothes that fit and have REAL food rather than the rotting mass that was pushed through the flap of cupboard every day.
Harry had been considered a freak for as long as he could remember. His mother had a child with his father and he apparently was some sort of savior. All Harry caught through the door of his cupboard was that he was the "boy who lived" well, Harry didn't think so... No famous boy would refuse to read and learn as much as Henry did! Although, he supposed Henry did give him the books that he didn't read and gave him his old school work from previous years at Hogwarts as if he was his true brother rather than his now that he was thinking about it, Henry also snuck in healing potions and rubbed salves into his skin and reglamoured him so that his wounds looked as if they were seeping blood everywhere and infected all while Lilly was out parading her status as THE Mrs. Potter…Henry would always go out of his way to hug harry and comfort him after his punishments he would make a wonderful mate to some submissive in the future, Harry just wished- But no that wasn't allowed they were brothers…
His mother although, if she found out that Henry was giving away his perfectly good books and healing the 'pussy boy under the stairs', would probably have a fit. Harry hated her with all of his being. She had no right to call him a pussy or belittle him for not being properly potty trained or even for his extra body functions and parts… Just because he had cat ears and a tail didn't mean he was a freak! Whenever he said that though his father would turn on him and sneer, asking him if he wasn't such a freak then why was he going into heat since he was 14 and why he had to be in diapers still. It wasn't his fault! They had never taken the time out to properly potty train him and give him the proper potions to suppress his pheromones that made him go onto heat…he shouldn't have had to go onto heat yet. He needed his dominants!
Harry used to cry every time his father would say things like that until a few months ago when he noticed Lily muttering spells before he said those awful things-not to mention the creepy glassy eyed look he'd get afterwards…But alas Harry had no evidence of this. He didn't even have anyone to confide in let alone friends! Lily said that friends were for normal children and that since he wasn't one, he had no right to complain.
All harry knew was that his Momma had finally, finally gotten the Ministry on his side and he would finally be allowed to go to Hogwarts this year! He was extremely excited but terrified all the same. He was terrified that he would be considered a freak there as well and would have to endure that wretched friend of Henry's Ronald's raping all year without any break. He shifted uncomfortably in the small room he was confined in. Although he was small in stature he was still getting far too big to be in his cupboard especially at 15-going on 16. He felt the temperature rise and knew without a doubt that his life mate or mates (depending on what the fates had decided to bestow upon him) would be at Hogwarts or so he assumed by the way his arse lubricated itself, his cock hardened and his pussy LEAKED fluids into his already full diaper every time he thought of the school…
He just hoped to the gods that his dominant/dominants didn't abuse him and make him leave their essence inside of him (unless he asked for it of course) like the vile Ronald forced him to do, stuffing a plug up his arse when he was done that only he could remove (self-cleaning of course, he didn't want his 'pet' to die on him..) forcing harry to hump it like a bitch in heat when he well, went into his own heat. As Harry fell asleep that night he couldn't help but be excited for his momma and papa to come for him tomorrow, he would finally get out of this godsforsaken cupboard and socialize with other people! He couldn't wait until morning!