Never Deprive A Growing Boy Of His Food
Disclaimer/Plot/Author's Note: SEE FIRST CHAPTER
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Key Pairing: Harry/Nagini
Other Pairings: To be determined
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"For the love of Slytherin…I've created two monsters today…one of whom worships the other like a God already, even more than she does me…I'd be jealous if I wasn't so proud of my child; very well, Bella…you are his now…I swear it…"
Chapter 4: A Mother's Love
"WOW!"
Bellatrix couldn't resist smiling, as well as trying and failing to hide tears of maternal love, affection and pride – all of which she'd long-since believed she had lost when she learned she couldn't have kids – when she set Harry down, so he could run around his new bedroom.
Of course, calling it a mere bedroom was like calling an iceberg a snowflake: it really didn't do it justice.
The room was large, possibly even one of the largest – save for the Master Bedroom, Bellatrix guessed – with a huge, comfortable-looking bed that was draped in shades of green-and-black. Four gold posts hung around the bed, with semi-transparent white curtains concealing the view inside the posts' perimeter; nearby, a large black wardrobe stood in one corner, with a desk and bookcase in the opposite corner. Between them, a very large bay window, with green-and-black-coloured curtains opened out onto the world beyond, a balcony with a black-marble rail keeping Harry safe from the edge and the drop to the ground below.
On another wall, a single door led into the most-luxurious bathroom that Harry had ever laid eyes on and, even as he looked at the bath, which could have doubled for a swimming pool, he looked back to Bellatrix as he asked, "Is…is this really mine, Mummy?"
"All yours, my prince," said Bellatrix, her heart growing warmer every time the young Magic Eater dubbed her as his Mummy, even if he knew it wasn't who she really was to him. Even with his developed mind and spirit, thanks to the magic he'd already eaten, he was still a four-year-old boy and, right now, that four-year-old boy was a kid in a candy store as he ran out of the bathroom before, with an eager, excited cry, he bounced onto his bed.
To Bellatrix's amusement, Harry began jumping up and down happily, his laughter filling her ears and making more tears trickle down her cheeks, even as she walked over to him, watching as he flopped down, landing eagle-spread on the bed as he stared up at the ceiling.
"All…all…all mine!"
"Every nook and cranny," said Bellatrix, before she reached over, brushing a lock of her child's hair away from his eyes before she added, "And, if you go and open the wardrobe, there's another special treat waiting for you in there."
Once again, the four-year-old kid in Harry heard special treat and, all of a sudden, the energy rocket re-ignited inside of him, sending him rolling off of his large bed before, throwing open the doors to his wardrobe, his emerald-green eyes lit up like Times Square at Christmas when he saw row upon row of new clothes, as well as shelf upon shelf of new toys all set out, waiting for him to claim them, play with them, wear them and do whatever he wished with them.
"All…all these toys, Mummy?"
"And all the clothes, shoes, underpants and everything else too, my sweet," replied Bellatrix, before she moved to the wardrobe and, reaching up to a high shelf, she plucked a single tennis ball from the shelf, which she handed to Harry, "And…guess what?"
"What?"
Leaning down, Bellatrix snaked her arms around Harry, but only so she could pet and rub his tummy, making him giggle as she kissed his cheek before she answered him.
"It was all made by magic…which means…"
The words were no sooner out of her mouth before, to Bellatrix's delight, Harry chewed and crunched up the tennis ball, as though it was a large, juicy apple; once he'd polished off the whole thing, Bellatrix kissed his cheek again as she explained, "We can get you some real clothes and toys if you'd rather treat this wardrobe as your all-you-can-eat buffet, my beautiful boy. But any clothes or things we buy for you, your Daddy and I want you to know are off-limits…unless you grow out of them, in the case of the clothes."
"Thank you, Mummy!" laughed Harry, hugging her fondly, causing more tears to trickle down Bellatrix's cheeks; as they did so, however, she gasped when, suddenly, Harry lifted his head and leaned up to lick her tears away, slurping audibly as he exclaimed, "Mmm…Mummy; you're so tasty! Even your tears have some of your powerful magic in them: makes my mouth water and my tummy rumble…"
That was when Bellatrix got the idea, although, in truth, she'd had it ever since the Dark Lord had told her that she would become Mummy to this little Demon of Magic in her arms.
"Harry, how would you like to really taste your Mummy's magic, without hurting or killing me like you would anyone else?"
"I…I won't kill you, Mummy…" argued Harry, a look of childish panic in his eyes as he insisted, "'Member? You said I could eat you first; you said you'd feed yourself to me first! I won't kill you, not until you're all tucked away in my tummy, Mummy!"
"I know, my love," agreed Bellatrix, kissing him on his brow before she scooped Harry up into her arms and, moving back to the bed, she smiled fondly as she added, "And Mummy will keep that promise, even if you're a much-bigger, handsomer, hungrier Demon Man when that day comes, but, until then, how would you like to snack on Mummy and some of her magic without hurting me doing it?"
"How?"
In response, Bellatrix sat down on the bed before, adjusting her hold on her son, she opened her robe, revealing her rounded, warm-looking breasts to him; as soon as Harry saw them, his eyes widened and, to Bellatrix's delight, his tongue traced his lips as he looked up at her.
"I…I can drink your milk, Mummy? Like…like I'm…"
"My baby, yes," said Bellatrix, stroking Harry's cheek with her free hand as she explained, "It was your super-smarty-pants Daddy who found the special magic that allows me this gift, my little princeling. And now, even though you're not a baby, I'd like to offer myself to you: whenever you need it, or want it, you can come to Mummy, open my robes and have all you can eat, both of my magic and my milk. And the best bit? You won't even hurt me a little bit, because all Mummy will need is a good nap, a big meal or a little rest and I'll be strong again."
Admittedly, judging by the confused look he gave her, Bellatrix assumed Harry didn't quite understand how that was possible, but, on the other hand, he did know that Mummy would never lie to him.
"So…can I…"
"Yes," said Bellatrix, easing Harry's head close to her chest.
Seconds later, the content sound of suckling, which Bellatrix guessed was courtesy of an instinct Harry must have developed back when he was a baby with his other Mummy and Daddy, filled the room. Bellatrix could not only feel her milk flowing from her nipples; she could also hear and feel Harry's content gulps as his throat bobbed with every satisfying slurp and equally-gratifying gulp of her warm, nourishing offering to him.
At the same time, Bellatrix felt a very small drain on her magical core; not enough to harm her, as she had promised him, but enough to slake his thirst and feed him all he desired and more.
As she held Harry against her, however, Bellatrix's eyes widened when, as Harry continued devouring mouthful after mouthful of magic-enriched milk, so too did Bellatrix's body suddenly jerk reflexively, not out of pain or fatigue, but awe, wonder and a sudden burst of empowering strength that flowed through her as easily as her milk flowed down Harry's gullet, filling his belly with its nourishing contents.
While Harry fed like…well, like a King – like the king that Bellatrix knew he would be one day – satisfying himself on his Mummy's generous offering, Bellatrix felt her magic pass through her breasts, into his mouth, down his gullet, into his tummy and, all of a sudden, as Harry breathed out whilst feeding, so too did the magic flow back into Bellatrix, empowering her, giving her new, greater strength, as well as energy. She also felt her heart growing white-hot with desire, passion and obedient, eagerly-submissive loyalties, all of which were aimed at the ravenous youth latched onto her breasts.
Somehow, even as he sated his hunger for magic, or maybe just for milk, so too was Harry, somehow, rewarding Bellatrix, thanking her, even, by giving her back a percentage of magical strength, with which she could serve him better and be a doting Mummy to him for as long as he wanted her to be.
Yes, Bellatrix knew that much.
Harry might only be four, but she knew that he would know when Bellatrix Lestrange would no longer be a Mummy to him: instead, she would become his servant, his slave, should he wish it, his toy, his pawn, his pet and his soldier.
Or maybe he would go from Mummy to Mother, she didn't know.
Either way, Bellatrix gently kissed Harry on his forehead as she whispered, "Eat, my little prince; Mummy will never deprive my growing boy of his food. And if I can serve you by being both food and fodder against your enemies…so be it…"
"No…"
Once again, the kid in Harry left, only to be replaced by the demon within; a demon that now looked up at her, his lips stained with her milk for only a few seconds before he licked them clean, swallowing softly as he looked up into her eyes.
"You are my Mummy, Mummy-Bella; you will always be my Mummy…you can never lie to me…you can never trick me…you can never hurt me…in return, I promise that I will only feed on you by drinking your milk and, at all other times, I will be your son, little Harry James Potter-Lestrange…I can even let you change my name if you want to…but you can never leave me, or be anything other than Mummy to me…deal?"
"Deal," said Bellatrix, before she smiled warmly as she asked, "Would my little boy like some more?"
Harry nodded, prompting Bellatrix to open the other side of her robe, where she gladly surrendered to her child's hunger, letting him not only feed and strengthen himself. But also feed and strengthen his Mummy, his family, by making her strong enough to do, practically, anything that was necessary to fulfil her goal.
The complete, and total, devotion, love, honour, obedience and service to her growing boy.
Nothing else mattered to Bellatrix: not the Mark on her arm, not her marriage – if it could even be called that – to that dunce, Rodolphus, or even her duties to his brother, Rabastan, not even the Dark Lord mattered anymore.
All Bellatrix knew, cared about and thought about, from that day on, was Harry…
Food
Tom didn't need the Dark Mark to know that something had changed.
He could no longer feel Bellatrix's connection to his summons, much less the desires she awoke in him and the devotion she had always shown to him ever since she had become one of the most-powerful members of his Inner Circle.
He also felt a very strong air of dominance over this same bond, right up to the point where said bond faded, only to be replaced with the image of AK-green eyes, a lightning-bolt scar and, to his amusement, the image of a little boy nursing on his new Mummy's warm milk, while Bellatrix soothed him, fed him and comforted him, letting him have his way with her as only a little boy could.
Merlin help them when he became a Man.
If ever there was a sign that she was his, this was it.
At the same time, Tom celebrated the fact that, with this act, not only did Bellatrix become Harry's.
But, at the same time, Tom now had the means to turn the world's greatest hope for their Light-natured future into their worst nightmare.
Food
Two Days Later
Having spent most of his life growing up in the darkness of the cupboard under the stairs, without so much as a chance to have a tan or experience the rush of a summer day's heated state, Harry was, admittedly, a little taken aback by the sudden bursts of sunlight that warmed his skin as he walked out the front door and explored the grounds of his new home.
After having his favourite for breakfast – Mummy's milk, all he could eat – the little boy had been allowed to, literally, run off and explore to his heart's content; unlike most parents, Tom and Bellatrix didn't need to worry about Harry getting into scrapes, seeing as how his new lifestyle came with a strong sense of maturity thanks to the magic he'd already eaten.
He didn't have to go off to nursery and worry about the other kids being mean to him; he didn't have to worry about chores or being yelled at – in fact, as Daddy had assured him, if anyone was going to yell, it'd be Mummy yelling at people for upsetting her boy – and he also didn't have to worry about being called anything other than Harry, Prince, Lord, Young Master or, as was the case with his Mummy, a special, little boy.
Here, Harry was free: well-fed, well-cared for and well-loved.
And he loved it!
As he wandered around the grounds, Harry stopped near the edge of a small pond, which had its fair share of fish swimming around, as well as a water feature that looked like a giant snake rising up out of what looked like a strange shield. Sitting at the edge of the pond, and hoping his Mummy and Daddy wouldn't mind, Harry peeled off his new socks before he sank his toes into the water, pausing only momentarily to giggle as the fishes swam under the soles of his feet, tickling him with their fins and scales.
Once he was comfortable, Harry let himself fall back, landing on the grass with a sigh as he closed his eyes, feeling the sun warm his skin; he also moved one hand down to his naked torso, where he proceeded to rub his belly, loving the feeling of fullness after his big breakfast.
This, Harry knew, was the life he should have always lived, and always would, as long as he lived with Mummy and Daddy.
/Hello there…/
Suddenly, Harry's eyes snapped open when he heard a voice he didn't know on the grounds of his home; seeing as how the only ones who could get in were his Mummy, Daddy and their friends, Harry tried not to panic as he looked around curiously.
This led him to look into the bright, golden-coloured eyes of what had to be the biggest snake he had ever laid eyes on; the serpent was as large and thick as one of his arms, with green scales that were so dark in colour, they could have been described as black. The serpent's underbelly was a lighter shade of colour, while the eyes of the snake were gold, flecked with green and with two slit pupils that eyed Harry curiously, if not with a hint of interest and apparent friendliness.
As Harry looked back at the snake, however, he frowned when the voice he'd heard before, a soft, mesmerizingly-hypnotic female voice, spoke again, though the only thing he could see was the snake, while the voice told him, /My, I see why Tom was so taken by you, hatchling; you reek of power…and hunger…and greatness…truly, it is an honour to meet a hatchling I am not compelled to eat!/
Suddenly, as Harry heard the voice speak of eating him, his eyes widened as he looked to the snake, who winked at him, even as Harry licked his lips before he asked, "Was…was that you speaking?"
/Ahh, and you're a Speaker too, as he assumed; excellent,/ replied the creature, before she nodded, as though emphasising the point, earning a shocked look from Harry.
"A…a Speaker? Is…is that a…a magic thing?"
/It is./
"I…I can talk to snakes?"
/With time and training,/ replied the snake, earning a surprised look from Harry before she added, /Fortunately, I have spent plenty of time around humans to be able to understand them, even bound in my cursed form. But, with time and training, I…wait! What are you doing?/
The sudden exclamation from the serpent came from the fact that, as soon as he heard her speak of a cursed form, Harry snatched his hand out, grabbing the snake by her head, causing her to flail in his grip while, as Harry looked at her, he pulled her close to him, where he proceeded to open his mouth.
/No!/ exclaimed the snake, her voice laced with fear and terror as she pleaded, /Please, young hatchling: don't eat me! I am your Father's friend: he told you that you cannot eat friends! Stop this: he will punish you…make you sorry…hurt you…scream…I…I…huh?/
Suddenly, the snake's protests not only weakened, but they also became whispers of curiosity and wonder when, instead of eating her, even her full form, Harry instead wrapped his lips around the snake's snout and, to her surprise, he began to make large, bulging motions with his cheeks as he breathed in and out, almost as though he was giving her the kiss of life.
As if that wasn't strange enough – nor was the fact that this strange knowledge came to Harry so naturally as unusual either – with every exhaled breath, the snake felt her mind and heart shudder, while her soul grew warm, albeit for a different reason to Bellatrix. This warmth flowed through the snake's scaly body, making her shiver and hiss in a low, dazed murmur of a tone before, to her shock, the snake felt something she had not felt in a very long time.
A hand.
A boy's hand.
A boy's hand gripping her hand, while his lips were pressed to her lips, his other arm wrapped around her like her coils, but only so he could keep her close to him as he continued breathing life, magic and strength into her.
"I…I do-do…"
Suddenly, Harry pulled back, smiling softly as he looked at the snake before, indicating the pool, he told her, "Go on…take a look…"
With shaking fingers, as well as clumsy trembling legs that were so unused to the feeling of earth beneath them without scales being there, the snake crawled slowly, if not staggeringly, towards the pond before, peering into the water, her eyes widened when she saw something else she hadn't seen or known for ages staring back at her.
A small, cute-looking, but very real little girl, her facial structure, as well as her eyes and slender appearance, suggesting an East Asian descent, while her hair, which was as black as night, now tickled her small neck.
"I…I can't…I never…I thought you…you were…were going to…to eat me…child…"
"My name's Harry," said the boy, taking the girl's hand before he smiled as he looked down into the pond with her, "And you said you were Daddy's friend, so that means you're my friend; sorry if you wanted to be the woman you were, but since you're my friend, my magic decided you'd be better as a little girl…uh…what's your name?"
"Nagini," said the girl, looking to Harry before, to his surprise, she not only hugged him.
She also kissed him firmly on his lips, earning a brief gasp from Harry before she bowed to him, as though he was the King that Bellatrix saw him becoming one day, before she spoke again.
"My name is Nagini, Harry Potter…and, for…for what you have done for me, I…I vow…I will be yours…forever!"
Chapter 4 and, blimey, talk about Harry's saving-people-thing showing itself earlier than expected, but was it just instinct that caused him to help Nagini become what she once was…or was it something more?
Also, how might Tom handle this new side to his once-closest confidant and companion, not to mention the fact that she, like Bellatrix, has now chosen to serve a new Master?
Keep Reading to Find Out
Next Chapter: Harry introduces Nagini to his parents, but the reunion leaves some interesting curiosities; also, time passes and, while Harry grows into the boy he's meant to be, he also finds his new family coming with some fun perks;
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AN: Nagini
So, as you see from the top of this chapter, I've now decided that this story is going to be a Harry/Nagini pairing and, well, as weird as it seems, I've also used this very strange, but awe-inspiring method to bring it into being;
Now, as I described, I am basing Nagini's human form off of the actress from Fantastic Beasts, although I daresay you'll agree with me when I say the adult portrayal is very different from the child one. In truth, I don't know who I could use for a young Nagini, so, if it helps, just imagine that actress de-aged; weird? Maybe, but that's the fun of Fanfiction.
Alternatively, if you have any suggestions, I'd love to hear them;