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Warning: This work may be offensive to some readers. This fic also includes nonconsensual sexual activity with a child. It references both the drugging and abandonment of said child. Feel free to back out if need be.

Author's Note: This is a Dead Dove. Do not read it.

Submitting Info:
Stacked with: Hogwarts (Term 15); MC4A (Year 4)
Individual Challenges: In a Flash; Bucket Listing (Y); Two Cakes (Y); Eating Cake (Y); Old Shoes (Y); Lunar Era; Citrus Sale; Hold the Mayo; Setting Sail; Claimed; Rian-Russo Inversion (x2); Ethnic & Present; Magical MC (x2)
House: Slytherin
Assignment No.: Term 15 – Assignment 02
Subject (Task No.): English Language Studies (Task#3: Write about someone having a bad day.)
Other Hogwarts Challenges: Fantastic Beasts [111](Someone "two-faced"); 365 Prompts [303](Stretching); Scavenger Hunt [77](Meet-Ugly with NOTP); Auction [5.1] (Sugar Parent Relationship)
Other MC4A Challenges: SuB [1D](Nectarine); AU [2A](Musical/Play); Chim [Dextrin](Royal Purple); Garden [Mixed Bag](WC Less than 1K; Angst; Family); Fire (Flasher);
Representation(s): Desi Harry Potter/OFC; Underage Prostitution; Dead Dove
Primary & Secondary Bonus Challenges: Lyre Liar; Muck & Slime; Rock of Ages; Abandoned Ship; Surprise!; Second Verse (Lovely Coconuts; Lock & Key; Unwanted Advice; Spinning Plates; White Dress; Not a Lamp; Ladylike); Chorus (Larger than Life; Mouth of Babes; Tomorrow's Shade; Machismo; Fizzy Lemonade; Pear-Shaped; Odd Feathers)
Tertiary & Generic Bonus Challenges: SN (Rail; Negate); O3 (n/a); CM (Brier)
Word Count: 900 words

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Captured Songbird
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Harry didn't wake up so much as he floated to just below the surface of consciousness. For a moment, he couldn't remember anything. Then it began to filter back in.

He had gotten caught trying to pickpocket a lady who had been dressed like one of the royals. After a moment of pinching his chin between her fingers and turning his head from side to side, the lady had declared that he was charming but unrefined. Then she had taken him home with her, saying that she would take care of him from then on. She had ordered her servants to bring them a full tea service. When it had arrived, she had personally made him a cup of tea and a plate of slices of nectarine.

That was the last thing he remembered before waking up just now.

He groaned as he realized that she must have put something in the tea or more likely, she had ordered one of her servants to do it, because he could not remember her drinking any of the tea herself. Carefully, Harry took stock of what he could without opening his eyes or moving too much. Not that he could move too much, given that he could now feel the way he was tied to something so securing that he could barely shift his weight let alone do something like wiggle free and escape. He was laying face down on something that his legs were spread over.

He was also completely naked.

"Oh, good," the Madam said. Her voice was pleasant but chilly, as if she was the rainstorm at the end of a heatwave. It made Harry shiver as much being nude and vulnerable in her presence did. "You're awake finally." She laid a hand on the back of his left thigh while her other hand stroked his right hip. "That means we can start your training."

Her left hand shifted so that her thumb slid between his legs and rested in the groove where his thigh met his groin. Harry tried to jerk away, but the ropes kept him in place as surely as her tight grip had. She used her right hand to pull his butt cheeks apart. Despite the futility of it, Harry jerked away from the cool air hitting his asshole. The Madam hummed quietly.

"It was Harry, wasn't it?" she asked. Harry nodded his head, pretty much the extent of how much he could move. She hummed again. "You have such a lovely asshole, Harry. Tell me, has anyone ever touched you there?" He shook his head, unable to speak around the sudden fear that was choking him. "No? Not even a doctor? Or perhaps you exploring on your own?"

She spoke as if this was a normal conversation to have. Maybe it was for her. Harry had seen a lot as they had walked through the Blue Canary to get to her office. There was a lot of people doing sex stuff right out in the open, like the dark-skinned woman dressed in nothing but a royal purple corset and gold rings through her exposed nipples. That was even before the whole drugged tea thing that led to him being in this particular position with the Madam running a thumb over his asshole like she was petting it.

"It really is quite lovely, Harry," she continued, almost cooing. "I wish you could see it for yourself." She pressed the flat of her thumb against his hole, spreading it slightly. "It's such a pretty shade of pink, quite lovely against your pale brown ass. I bet it will turn a nice red after use. What do you think?"

"Wha-what are you going to, to do?" Harry managed to get out, jerking against his bonds as she rocked her thumb in place. Each rock inward sunk a little deeper inside of him. He squirmed uselessly. Not even the people that had paid him to do things to them with his mouth had ever tried what the Madam was doing now.

"I'm going to let you stay here," she announced. She changed the angle of her thumb and it entered him enough that she could tug at his rim. He squirmed harder but just as uselessly. He was tied too securely to do anything more than clench around her thumb. "The Blue Canary is going to be your home now, Harry." Her left hand suddenly wrapped around his penis with the thumb pressing against his balls in a way that made every single muscle in Harry's body tighten instinctively. "I would be remiss in my duties if I did not train you for what that will entail."

The Madam took her thumb out of him. Harry could hear the soft snick of a bottle opening. There was few more sounds that Harry couldn't quite identify. Then something thin but longer than the Madam's thumb was pushed into his ass. It left behind a cool wetness as it was pulled back out.

"Feel free to make as much noise as you want," the Madam told him as she gave his balls a gentle stroke with her thumb. Harry shivered at the touch, uncertainty pooling in his gut. She slid a single finger into his slicked asshole and began pumping it in and out. "Sing for me, little bird, and I will make it worth your while."

And he did.