Fanfiction By: Star2000fire
Beta Read by: Suffocatingromano
Chapter One, part A
Disclaimer: I don't own it, it's not mine, wish it was, but it's not.
Warnings: BDSM, Bestiality, Incest, Non-con, possibly OOC, Sexual Content, SM, Violence, Adult Language, Rape, Mpreg, Slash-so if you don't like gay, I'd go somewhere else.
Author Notes: This is hopefully the start of a series. Not sure.
This will also be one of my darkest stories. And, yes, we all know what I'm writing will have NO chance of ever happening, but I'm in a bad mood and so any character that fall's under my mind's eye is suspect for pain. Now on with the show...
Beta Reader's note: Thank you for liking this story enough to click "next chapter"! I'm trying my best to go through all the chapters quickly. I hope everyone likes the changes I made!
Response:
angelkitty77: Yeah it is different lol, and as to what Molly did to the twins it's coming up next XD.
Angel: lol sorry I have you so confused.
graypheonix : Yeah Harry's thoughts aren't too 'right' at the moment hence the rambling. See if you can catch the 'reason' why.
Now on with the show..
PREVIOUSLY:
Snape, he found, was the only one who treated him as he should be. Heaping hurtful words at him, calling him worthless, only fighting the truth because his friends had said he should.
And then he'd gone home.
At school, or at the Weasley burrow, he was as he was 'supposed' to be, but at home he was who he was. His wand and chest being locked in his old room under the stair's, he was moved to his cousin's second room. It felt like some sort of punishment. His Uncle had to take pity on him and put a kennel in his room. He'd been ecstatic, thanking his Uncle over and over again.
Eventually, through, he'd learned of the twin's predicament, which had shaken him. He'd had gotten contacted mentally how, he didn't know, and yet somehow, he appeared right where they needed him.
He'd saved them from their mother, who found it necessary to punish her sons for simply loving each other. He'd thought it completely horrible-how could she do that to her own kids? He'd saved them, bought them a home above a shop that had gone out of business, and warded it so their mother couldn't get at them.
But now, after Sirius Black's and Albus Dumbledore's death, no one had come to check up on him.
Sometimes ,he thought about the life the other's lead, and wished he had their life. Wished he was allowed on the furniture, was allowed more then one meal a week, was allowed to do the things he saw all the other's doing.
But he wasn't. He was filthy, and that was that.
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Harry fell into an uncomfortable sleep as his mind flicked back to the twins, and his first connection with them.
He'd been in a half sleep when he'd felt Gorge's mind touch. He wasn't even sure the twin knew they were doing it, but the pain that came across had left Harry panting in fear and surprise, and the need to protect his friends.
They were the only two who seemed interested in him for him, not for some stupid Dark Lord. They'd been interested in him, Harry James Potter. Not 'The Great' Harry Potter. As Harry woke from the painful mind touch, the image's that had rushed into fill him in been horrible as well as all the information.
The twins shared a soul. It was an oddity, but occasionally, the tenth set of twins birthed to a family shared a soul, a soul that sought to be mad whole, which, at times, lead to sexual interaction between the twins as soul mates often do.
So when all the information of how the two loved each other deeply, of how their mother refused to accept them, he'd apparated.
Instead of the appearing outside of the Burrow and alerting the family, he managed to get inside Molly's room as she "punished the two, beating them as if they were animals that deserved nothing better, their back's had been left with nothing but bloody marks.
He'd reacted on instinct, stunning Molly as he'd helped the twins down and apparated them to their apartment. When he didn't have Snape peering down his neck, Harry was actually rather good with potions, and so he went to work healing the twins from their wounds. They'd fallen asleep, dizzy from the pain and blood loss, and as soon as Harry made sure they were okay, he quickly went back home.
He'd been punished when he got back, his Uncle furious at him for leaving without permission. He could hardly walk for a week after.
He'd saved the twins several times after that, their mother somehow getting her hands on them at various occasions. However, thanks to Harry, they grew better at protecting themselves over the course of their friendship.
But now it had been two month's since Dumbledores death, and Harry was laying on his side in his kennel, wondering dimly if he'd get to eat this week, or if his disappearance, again at the twins mental cry of pain, would cause his Uncle to refuse him a meal.
He wasn't sure why he could talk to the twins mentally, and the fact it was a almost 'sibling' bond, he wondered if it had to do with the blood brother oath they'd taken. But then when it came to Harry, reasons always seemed to be odd.
Snapping awake at a hard knock on his kennel, he surged forward so he was on his hands and knees, back tense. The door was dragged open and his Uncle stood on the other side. Moving forward, Harry allowed the heavy chain to be connected to his collar, and as his Uncle barked, "Change form boy," Harry shifted into a black panther, a bit of a trick his Uncle had made him learn.
Green eye's flicking around uncertainly, he tried to remember if he'd done anything wrong as he was lead down the hall and then down the stair's. He tried to remember if he'd spoken...or if he'd dropped a dish.
Then his uncle 'filled him in'. "Boy you had BEST remember your only good for fucking and beating," he sneered. "I have people coming to look you over and you had BEST be on your best behavior or I swear, when I get through with you, having that collar removed, whether you like it or not, WILL seem like a walk in the park. Do I make myself clear, boy?"
Harry nodded his head, staying quiet as he per Vernon's rules. His place was to be silent and there when they wanted to use him.