His Master's Voice

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended

Warnings: sub!Harry
Word Count: 100
Authors Note: I thought that it was about time I posted something.

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He was where he wanted to be.

Curled up and leaning back against his master's legs. His green collar hung loosely around his neck, a sign of his willing subjugation rather than slavery.

The room was shadowy, lit only by the occasional candle. It wouldn't be long before his master's Death Eaters arrived. He would be forced to endure their stares. He couldn't decide which he detested more, those filled with pity or those filled with scorn.

He revealed in the silence and his master's closeness.

"Good pet."

He smiled up at his master at the sound of his voice.