Harry Potter and The Transgender Boy

by Orion Sirius

Cain comes back to hogwarts after suffering through horrifying events. All the teachers are doing their best to protect him, but his secret is still threatening to be revealed. When he becomes a professor, he tries his best to start a new life. However, his past is threatening to catch up with him... Will this be his end?

4. Chapter 4

DISCLAIMER:

I BY NO MEANS OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANYTHING ASSOCIATED WITH THE BOOKS/MOVIES. HOWEVER I DO OWN THE CHARACTERS CAIN AND ODIN.

Eventually, when the agony had ended, Cain limped to the side bathroom to change his tattered clothes. Unfolding fresh lengths of clear, gauzy bandage, he wrapped them tightly around his chest and secured the excess in the back. A pair of flannel shorts sat folded on the wicker chair along with a long silky button-down shirt. After he donned them, Cain stood before the mirror, shirt unbuttoned. He passed his long, skeletal fingers through his short hair. A smile played on his lips when a knock came at the door. "Master?"

"Come in," he grinned. The timid silver haired young man shuffled into the bathroom and knelt down before Cain. "Get up, idiot," Cain commanded. Without any self restraint whatsoever, Odin rose to his feet and threw himself into his master's arms. Cain embraced him gently, kissing his eyelids, then his nose, and finally his lips. "Forgive me for keeping you waiting for so long..."

"Oh master... I was terrified that something had happened to you! Master Severus entrusted me as your guardian, and I couldn't even track down your presence when they asked me to!" Odin wailed. "Silly... You did your best. Anyways, I had concealed my presence upon being captured," Cain explained.

Odin wept pitifully into his master's neck, his fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt tightly. The taller man held him and whispered softly into his ear. "My darling Odin... My darling fox... Dry your tears now," Cain whispered. "M-Master... Won't I be punished?" Asked Odin.

A devilish grin spread across Cain's face. "Punished you say? Do you wish to be punished?"

"Master?"

The grin continued to grow until Cain's face resembled that of a demon. "If it is your wish to be punished, then I shall take great pleasure in serving it to you. Even now, as I imagine that precious face of yours, the screams that shall escape your mouth, I drool uncontrollably."

A blush of embarrassment spread over Odin's face. A dreamy look came over his eyes, as if he was imagining the things his master would do to him. "If you command it..." He whispered.

"Oh, I do," Cain murmured, "More than anything, I want that."

"But first, let me heal. Once I get settled into this school and grow accustomed to it again, then maybe I can relax."

Odin touched Cain's cheek delicately, savoring the feeling of his skin. "I shall do my best to make sure you recover swiftly," Odin said.