It was now close to a week since his arrival and sitting by Harry's side, as he did most days, Tom couldn't help but be mesmerised and outraged by his kittens form. Harry's beautiful face was, to Tom's relief, unmarked and he had his best healers working on potions to remove the scars that littered his body, although he did not tell them who the potions were for. When Harry had first arrived he was nothing but torn skin and bones but after gaining about eight kilos since his treatment started, he was starting to look more human. Harry's hand moved towards the I.V. tube in his leg, which was pumping his body with what looked like baby food, to fill his body with nutrients. Tom knew it was causing some irritation to Harry's skin but it was meant to come out later that day anyway.
"It's okay Kitten. Leave it alone, it will come out soon. Just rest little one, master is here." Tom whispered into his ear as he moved Harry's hand back to his side and Harry went back to his peaceful slumber. It still amazed Tom that even though Harry was comatose, he was still able to hear everything to said to him. He smiled down at Harry knowing that the dreamless sleep potion Harry was on would ware off by tomorrow morning.
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Harry woke with his head pounding, the sun blinding him. Groaning, not wanting to move, Harry realised he was in a bed that was not his own. It was soft and warm, with sheets made from the finest silk and as he moved, the bed seemed to stretch on for ever. If this was what heaven felt like, then he was not moving. Hearing a door creak, Harry quickly realised he was not in heaven.
Walking through the bedroom doors, Tom noticed the bed sheets move slightly. His little one was awake. Moving closer to the bed, he couldn't help but notice the little one move away from him and that his kitten was shaking. Gently, he placed his hand on Harry's shoulder, only for him to violently flinch and move away from him, as if he had burnt him.
"It's okay little one. I'm not going to hurt you. Hush now. It's okay. You're safe" he soothed, moving closer to the boy. Harry didn't respond, his eyes just darted from place to place, taking everything in, finally, his eyes locked with Tom's, realising who the owner of those very distinctive eyes was, he scurried back even further, falling off the bed and hiding in a small gap that separated the bed from the bedside table, tucking his knees up too his chest, burying his face in them, shaking, waiting for the dark lord to strike.
Tom looked at his kitten, terrified by his violent reaction. Although, if he was being honest with himself, the poor boy had every right to be afraid of him, he had only tried to torture and kill not only him but the people he loved on multiple occasions. Putting down the tray of food he had just had brought up from the kitchen, he moved over to where Harry was hiding, sitting down cross legged, placing his hands on his knees, knowing the boy would be more comfortable with them in his line of sight.
"You're okay Harry. You're safe. No one's going to hurt you. I won't hurt you. It's okay." Tom said, trying to relax him. "Would like something to eat or drink?" he asked when he didn't get a reaction out of the boy. Still not gaining a response, Tom summoned a bottle of water, passing it to Harry only for him to swat it away as if he were handing him poison. Tom knew it was going to be a long day.
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It had been three days since Harry woken up. Tom had lost his patients by the second day, unable to think of any new way to coax him out of his hiding place. Unable to think of any kind way to get him out, Tom grabbed Harry's ankle and pulled him out kicking and screaming like a new born child. Once he had the boy out of his corner, Tom had no idea what to do with the terrified child, thinking he should have thought ahead, he sat down; placing the boy on his lap, rocking him and rubbing his back whilst Harry fought to escape his embrace. It didn't take long for Harry to wear himself out having not had anything of nutritious value placed in his body since the I.V. tube was taken out. To Tom's surprise, Harry just sat there, on his lap, panting and making a slight whimpering noise every time he exhaled.
"You see kitten, that's better isn't it" Tom said as he continued to rub Harry's back.
"I won't hurt you. I know you're scared but no one here will hurt you little one." Harry still felt tense in Tom's arms. He knew the boy was still scared so, deciding they both needed to rest, he laid the boy down to sleep, and smiling as Harry fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. Tom stood there, staring, wondering how he was going to help this boy.
Hours past as Tom waited for Harry to wake up, having earlier decided that a demonstration was in order, his pet would soon learn to obey. Tom noticed Harry moving, slowly waking from his slumber. He moved to sit next to him, pulling a sleepy Harry into his embrace. Harry woke and again started to scream and struggle. "STOP FIGHTING" Tom commanded. Hearing Tom barking his order, Harry stilled. Again Tom began to sooth Harry as best he could, feeling the boy stiffly shake like a small lap dog. Slowly, Harry went rigid, not moving, Tom took that as a good sign. With one hand securely around Harry's waist, Tom grabbed the leather collar next to him, he had it lined with velvet so it would not rub against his pets neck. He moved his hand gripping the collar up Harry's back, up to his neck, feeling Harry beginning to shake again, he quickly placed the diamond incrusted collar around his neck, letting him go, knowing that Harry needed some space to move around and let his emotions flow.
Feeling Tom letting go of him, Harry jumped up and ran for the main doors only to find that they were locked. He ran around the room, twice, trying to find an open door, conceding to the fact that they were all locked, he tried to find some place to hide. He tried to get under any piece of furniture he could see, he quickly realised that they all had sealing spells on them. There was no place to hide. Standing in the middle of the room, Harry pulled at his hair, panting, screaming, looking very much like a distressed, caged animal, Harry tried the main doors for a third time. They were still locked. Sinking to the floor, Harry pulled his legs to his chest, covered his head with his arms, panting, rocking backwards and forwards, shaking, whimpering with every second breath, the smell of fear evident in the room.
Tom watched Harry's antics and found it marginally funny until Harry sank to the floor in a fit of despair. Slowly Tom moved towards him, he gently touched Harry's shoulder, causing him to violently flinch. Tom pulled back just long enough for Harry to start hitting himself and pulling at his hair. Tom moved behind Harry, pulling him onto his lap, pinning his arms to his side. "Stop" Tom whispered, Harry again went rigid, not knowing why he had stopped or what he had done in the first place.
"I know you're scared. I know you don't want to be here. I know you don't trust me but just listen. I don't care what you do but I will not let you leave this manor unless I tell you, you can. This collar around your neck has been spelled. You will do what I tell you to do, even if you don't like it. I am trying to do what's best for you here. You are my pet now. You are my kitten and right now I am telling you to relax and not hurt yourself." With that, Harry relaxed in Tom's arms despite the fact that his mind was still racing. Harry was terrified to be at the will of this man but needless to say, they were both confused as to what to do next.