Harry Story

Chapter 4

Harry was now sitting on the floor in a huge luxurious room. He was again chained to the floor and couldn't move more than three feet. His back was still in pain from the brand so he didn't move much anyway. Harry was tired, wary, and freezing. Voldemort had refused to give him any sort of clothing than the pants he was wearing. So there Harry sat curled up in a ball trying to keep as much warmth as possible.

Voldemort waltz into near bare room. His eyes fixed on Harry. "Comfortable, I presume?" He smirked. Though he could see Harry shaking visibly and his lips were turning blue, even though it was still summer.

All Harry could manage for a comeback was a icy glare to go with his icy body temp. Harry had a splitting headache from over exposure to Voldemort and he didn't want to deal with him at the moment. He put his head down on his knees and sighed.

"You know, Harry, it's a bit chilly in here don't you think?" Harry could feel Voldemort glide toward him. "I could give you a blanket, some warm food, anything you like." Voldemort stopped in front of Harry and toed Harry's wore down sneakers. "Harry look at me." Harry didn't want to, why should he listen to the snake that killed his parents? Suddenly his hair was yanked back and he looked striat into Voldemort's eyes. Harry tried to look away but the Snake would budge.

"What's the Ca-a-at-c-h?" Harry's teeth started to chatter. He hated this. Right now he would give anything to be at the Dursley's being locked away in his room and getting a beating every once an awhile. At least then he was warmer then he was now and he was let outside.

Voldemort, before with a glare, smiled. "Ah.. Harry why would you think such a thing? I'm a respected man. -"

"Respected? More like feared shitless." Oh crap. That wasn't suppose to be heard.

"Well that's not a term I've heard before. But yes in a way they are. What would I have done without you, pet?"

"By Merlin I'm not your pet or any other term that would make me so!" Harry forgot about being cold for a second, trying yet again to attack the Snake. But again this was fruitless. Voldemort merely side-stepped the punches and smashed Harry's head into the wall. The snake-man let go of Harry, and watched him clutch his head as he started shivering.

"Now Harry must we make this anymore difficult? I only wanted my pet to be warm by offering a compromise. I'll give you something warm to sleep with and you call me Master or Sir. That's not so hard, is it?"

Harry attempted to listen but his head mixed with Voldemort being close and the new injury, he only caught a hand full of words. "What?"

"Just say Master."

Harry, who was still out of it just obeyed but with a hint of confidence. "Fine Master of Horrors." Harry smirked on the inside. Yes that was nice. "Or would you like...Master of Scum?" Even better.

Voldemort didn't seem angry though. Well that's just crap. He's not mad. Harry thought. "Ah trying to be courageous are we? Well you did say master, so would you like food or warmth for the night? But we'll work on the master thing." Harry sat there shivering. This is dumb. He isn't mad and he is still so happy about something. "Well, Harry?"

Does he really want me to decide? Fine. I'm not hungry... "Fine. Something warm. You happy now?" Harry looked up at Voldemort. To Harry's horror--Voldemort smiled! Voldemort stepped forward reaching into his pocket as he was inches away from Harry. From his pocket Voldemort produced a dog collar. Harry's eyes widened. This was not something he wanted. Of course nothing from the entire summer was something he wanted. Anyway, Harry darted back slamming his head back against the wall. "Damn, I gotta stop doing that." He muttered.

When Harry was muttering to himself Voldemort locked the dog collar in place on Harry's neck. The collar very deep green with the name 'Pet' embroidered on both sides. Harry stopped muttering abruptly and as Voldemort stepped back, yanked at the collar, trying to get it off.

"Pet, don't even start. It's charmed not to come off until I take it off." Harry let his arms drop. Then Voldemort pulled out his wand and muttered a spell. Automatically, a leash came out of no where and attached itself to Harry's collar, and all of his chains came off his arms and legs.

"I thought you'd give me something warm." Harry shivered as he got up.

"I am. But it's not here. Follow me...Pet." Voldemort yanked the leash and Harry fell flat on his face. Harry growled. He got up all ready to attack when Voldemort used his wand again. Harry was immediately bent onto all fours...like a dog.

"Why do you do this, to humiliate me?"

"For the moment--yes."

They both left the chamber and Harry having no choice but to follow the Snake. They walked around the school all the way to the dungeons. Harry almost bumped into Voldemort's leg when he stopped. Harry looked up and saw they had stopped in front of a huge portrait of who else...The Snake. How self absorbed. Harry thought. The Snake knocked on the door.


There was a knock at the door. Draco looked up from his summer homework and went to answer the door. The first thing Draco saw was his lord standing outside his door. He immediately let Lord Voldemort in the chamber. Only then did he notice Harry Potter trailing behind, on a leash. Draco felt a pang of pity when he also discovered Harry still didn't have a shirt on and he could see the fresh brand on Harry's back. He must be so cold. Wait, just stop, Potter is the enemy and is getting what he deserves.

"Would you mind getting your father, Draco? I have to talk to him." Voldemort sat down in his father's chair and Harry tried to sit on the couch next to it but Voldemort yanked him down. Then put him under a pain spell. Draco left the room, trying to get Voldemort out of the chambers as fast as possible.

"Father, Master's here and would like to speak to you."

"Thank you Draco. I would demand you go to your room now. I feel Our Lord would like to speak to me, privately." Draco watched his Father enter the sitting room as he walked to his room and Draco being Draco wanted to know. He listened in.

"Ah Lucius, I am asking you as a loyal servant, to take my pet for the night and keep him...shall we say warm. Though don't to anything that will leave scaring or anything that he will never have again." Draco could hear a strain in Voldemorts voice like he was pressing an issue. Harry's voice popped in, "No way in hell!" Then there was a smack. "You agreed you were cold and I keep my compromises." There was a pause. "Well, Lucius, what do you say?"

"It would be a honor, My Lord" No way! Don't do it Father, I'll never forgive you!

"Then it's settled. I'll be back at seven, he better be ready and clean. Bye Pet, stay warm with Lucius." There was a door shutting a few seconds later.

Draco sat on the floor by the door, his legs pulled up to his chest and his head on his knees. Draco whispered a vow. "I'm sorry Harry. I should have been there for you. But I promise, I'll save you from Voldemort, if it's the last thing I do."

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