A Pet and Slave is All I'm Good For

Hey I'm back! Hopefully this is to your liking. I'm sorry before hand for the long wait. I had a writer's block and...mostly I was lazy. Anyway, I might be asking for some help on this story. I have ideas and an ending yes, but I might need help on the in between stuff. So if I ask if you could help me out that would be great.

Declaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the character's. I am just a lower borrower of characters.

Summary:

Being a servant doesn't really apply to Harry anymore, he's made sure of that. Six Month's have past since the rebels went in search of the Horcuxes and Harry is feeling the effects of their absence. Be sure to have read, A Servant, Pet, Slave, I do it all, before reading other wise this will not make sense.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1

For six months not a whisper about the rebels. For six month's he hasn't left Voldemort's side. For six month's beatings, molestation, and passing him around to different Death Eaters was a common as taking a shower. And for those six months Harry's slowly been driven into obeying and respecting all the people he hated. Harry really did want to disobey like he did when he first arrived, but that wasn't a possibility anymore. He had seen the wrong end of wands along with other's things than he wished to see in the future. Harry had almost lost all his hope and didn't know how much longer he could hold onto it.

A smack to back of his head brought Harry back to the present situation. He swiveled his head to look at the person's chest. Not long before he had been taught not to look anybody in the eye, which would result in a whipping and directly after salt in the wounds. Needless to say, Harry learned quickly.

"Come, Potter we have a meeting to attend." Lucius said. Currently the older Malfoy had Harry for the reason being Voldemort had been away on business. Voldemort would have taken his pet with him if he hadn't been 'blatantly disobedient' and was being punished by Lucius.

Though I wasn't even being disobedient. He just wanted to remind me of my place. Thought Harry.

There was a tug at his collar and Harry blindly followed behind Malfoy. Harry shivered as they walked to the Great Hall. He should be use to the temperature in this castle, but with only jeans on there was no way to keep his body heat up. As they moved closer towards the Great Hall, Harry was feeling sore and blood trailing down his legs and back. Punishment seemed never ending when he's with Lucius Malfoy. The Hall doors were open and at once the Hall fell silence.

Voldemort stood up from his throne, crouching down and opening his arms wide. "Ah, my pet. Come to me."

Harry saw out of the corner of his eye that Lucius had dropped the leash. Yes he still had the leash- "symbol of ownership" Voldemort says. He watched it coil up before starting his long journey down the centre aisle under the watchful gazes of every Death Eater honored enough to be invited.

During those six months Voldemort also had decided to keep the dog ears. Later, he even started teaching Harry to become an animagus, but only for Voldemort sick pleasure. He even went as far as to adjust the collar to let him transform, but that's it. Anyway, anytime since he started learning Voldemort would parade him around, making sure Harry transformed whatever he could for more humiliation. Like now. Harry had just recently achieved his full transformation and Voldemort wanted to see that now. (I know it seems like he learned to transform fast, but he's with Voldemort for Merlin's sake. Who wouldn't want to learn it fast to get away? And of course, he's Harry Potter. That just sums it all up right there.)

As Harry walked closer he slowly transformed, feeling the shiver go down his spine as the process was complete. Before all the Death Eater's stood a small black Belgian Sheepdog (Look one up, they are so cute!). The dog had a small white patch in the middle of his forehead and on his back, unfortunately, a patch of white with the writing Voldemort's Pet. It seemed that all the deep scaring showed up as white fur. So Harry knew the white patches would increase through time.

Harry finally made it to his master with his leash trailing behind and was picked up and shown to all. "Now that you have seen my pet in this form you will not harm him without my permission. Is that understood?"

There was a round of, "Yes, Mi'lord."

"Excellent." Voldemort set Harry down next to him. "Now we can continue." He absently started petting Harry's head and Harry accidentally let a small growl escape. It didn't take long for the collar to tighten. Harry's dog eyes widened and his dog instincts took over as he bent his head low and rolled over onto his back showing his stomach.

"There's a good boy." He gave Harry a swift kick on the upturned stomach. "You know better…Now sit up and don't disrupt again." Harry held back a whine and sat up again. "Nott, what do you have for us."

Nott stepped up before bowing and kissing the hem of his robes. He rose and reported. "My lord we believe we have caught sight of a rebel group. Not a very big group maybe 20 people. They seemed to be headed north towards Edinburgh." He stood stock still as he finished, awaiting judgment.

Everyone stared intently at the scene in front of them. Voldemort's light pats turned to hard strokes through Harry's fur. He knew this was not good. Voldemort suddenly had a fist full of fur and was pulling the extended skin away from the body as he stood to address the situation.

"And why exactly are you not out there looking for them? I give you one job and it's for you and your men to round up the rebels and bring them here to be killed. How hard is that?" He looked around at the men supposed to be on this particular mission. "Well," he said dangerously, "Why are you all out there now!" Releasing Harry's fur he whipped out his wand and shot curse after torturous curse until the dunderhead's took the hint to leave.

Once they left, Voldemort looked out at the rest of the Death Eaters. He calmly sat back down on his throne and replaced his hand in Harry's fur. "Now. Lucius do you have information on that bastard son of yours?"

Harry perked his ears hoping to finally get some news. He also wanted to know if Draco was alright. He hadn't seen him in six months and the last time he did blood covered his whole face. Harry's then started thinking about he rest his friends, but he had little hope. The Death Eater's seem to be closing in and Harry would die here being tortured and humiliated and... alone. Harry suddenly shook his head clear of those thoughts and listened to what the Death Eater said.

The man who had just returned Harry to his master stepped forward. He bowed before starting. "Master, I have not yet found anything about that boy, but I do believe he is with this rebel group you are seeking. I am currently looking into it."

"Very well then, join the ranks."

Nothing. Not a single punishment. Merlin what I wouldn't give to have that kind of treatment. Thought Harry.

The meeting continued on and sadly the meeting came to an end. To Harry that was just the beginning of the evening. Once everyone leaves he was strapped to Voldemort until morning. Almost in the literal sense. Just watch you'll see.

Everyone disapparated leaving only the ones who stay here for extended periods of time. Voldemort turned to his pet and said elegantly, "Are you ready, my pet?" Almost as if he meant it as a question. He rose out of his chair and tugged at Harry's leash. Harry decided that since everyone was gone he could change back. When he was finished transforming, Voldemort suddenly whipped around and pushed Harry into the wall by the neck. He whispered dangerously, "What have I told you about transforming?"

Harry kept his head down keeping silent. Voldemort didn't like that and slapped him. "I want an answer. What have I told you?"

"You have told me never to transform until you say I can or you order me to beforehand, Master." Harry was shoved to the ground and then ordered to transform back. Once he did they continued down the corridor. After a while of not entering their room he stole a glance at his surroundings. Damp, dark walls. They were going to the dungeons.

Did I do something that bad? Harry started scaring himself the further they entered the dungeons. If he was to be punished usually Voldemort would do it in their room or send him to a different Death Eater if he was busy. I didn't think the accidental transforming thing was bad.

They entered the only part of the dungeons where their were actual cells. Harry had only been in there once when he went to rescue the Twins and he hadn't the time to 'admire' the scenery. Voldemort stopped at the cell where two guards stood. They bowed before their master.

"How is he doing?"

"Very well, Mi'lord. He just completed another potion that you asked for. You can look for yourself."

"No. That's quite alright. I know how he operates. Tell him I need more Blood Replenishing potions and some Immobilizer Potion. My Harry does like them so." He turned to look at Harry with a knowing smile. Then his 'smile' vanished and was replaced with a scowl. "Come. It's time for you and I to get some rest."

Harry shivered on the inside. He hated it when Voldemort indirectly tells him what he would be doing with that man without actually saying it. They turned around and were leaving when Harry heard with his acute dog ears, "Hey, Snape, Our Master wants some Blood Replenishing and Immobilizer Potions. Think you can do that?"

"Avery you know I can. I am more competent than any of you. But I will need more potion supplies."

"Yeah, well we will have to run it by the Dark Lord first. Can't let you have anything to dangerous."

By then Harry had been to far away to hear anything else. At least Harry had actually learned something by coming down to the damp dungeons with Voldemort. Snape was alive and…was being held prisoner. But why? They surely hadn't figured out that Snape had helped him escape? The only way he would ever know is if he got something out of his Master when they were in…bed together. He shivered again.

He hated it every time he thought it or Voldemort told him. That was one thing he would never get use to or any one else could get use to either. Let's see, pros-get information out of him- cons-I get punished and then sent to someone else to get punished some more. Um…what to chose?

Harry contemplated this until they reached the corridor of their bedroom. Once they entered Voldemort took off the leash and allowed Harry to turn back. Harry walked to the center of the room like he had been trained as Voldemort closed and locked the door behind him. He then spun on his heel and glided toward Harry and swept him up in a forceful kiss. When Voldemort had started his ritual six months ago Harry had resisted with all his might, but that was six months ago. Harry had discovered, painfully, that if he mostly did what he was told the punishment wasn't as bad. Or, he should say, it hurt less.

Voldemort released Harry and holding his pet's chin tightly he said, "With that little display in the Hall earlier, you would think that I'm not training you properly. What have you to say for yourself?"

Harry knew it was pointless to say something right so he cast his eyes down in a form of submission he learned from Lucius.

"That's what I thought, pet." He let go of Harry's chin and roughly pushed him towards the bathroom.. As he started towards his study he said, "Starting running the bath. You know how I like it." Leaving Harry to obey his order.

Harry turned and headed to the bathroom utilities to do what he was suppose to. As he turned on the water he thought back to earlier when they were in the dungeons. He didn't know Snape was still alive let alone in the dudgeons. This gave Harry a new sparkle of hope. If Snape was still here Harry might be able to get some information from him if possible. Then again maybe not. If he got caught-Snape would be dead and he wouldn't be able to move for a month and then he wouldn't see outside his room for a year. Harry shuttered. The tub filled to the top and Harry turned off the tap. He then added some soap bubbles in. Harry could never understand why Voldemort liked bubbles, but Harry always thought it would be good blackmail if he ever escaped. That thought brought a smile and a small giggle to Harry's lips.

"Something amuse you, pet?"

Harry jumped and spun on his heel to face his Master. Unfortunately there was a small puddle on the title floor. Harry gasped as he fell into the large tub filled with bubbles. (Think Prefect bathroom bathtub.) When Harry resurfaced, he heard Voldmort laughing at him. He tried to get out of the tub when Voldemort firmly placed his hand on Harry's shoulder holding him in place.

"Since you seem so adamant about it, of course you can join me. You are exceptionally filthy. Except, in a bath clothes are not required." Harry paled considerably. He almost started to struggle against Voldemort, but his collar suddenly tightened significantly before releasing its hold giving a light reminder.

Voldemort let Harry go only to take his outer robe off. "You move anymore pet and you are going to be coughing water for the next week." Harry flinched because he had tried to move further away from his Master. After reliveing himself of clothing Voldemort endered the tub. He grabbed Harry and held him to his chest. He whispered in Harry's ear, "Now let's get your clothes off."

Harry felt his Master's hand at his waistband of his pants. Harry's breathing sped up and he squeezed his eyes shut as his undergarments were removed from his being and placed on the bathroom floor.

"Now, since we are both in more comfortable attire, let us get down to business." Harry sighed before he hung his head, his wet hair plastered on his face and only a few tendrils hung limply off. "Where did we leave off yesterday?" Voldemort repositioned Harry to one leg so he could lather himself with soap. There was a silence in the room as Voldemort cleaned himself off and then he started to move the soap bar over Harry's body.

As he was washing Harry up, who wasn't putting up much of a struggle as he was starting to get use to this sort of treatment, Voldemort said, "It seems to me we left off with the same thing I have been questioning you for six months pet, and that is what are you and those rebels planning? I will find out eventually, but I must admit this way is much more fun. Don't you agree, Harry? He whispered his name dangerously in his ear. The soap bar rested just above Harry's manhood. "Is this going to end the same way, messy? Or are you going to change your mind today…" he paused in his speech and finished washing Harry and started on Harry's hair before saying, "After seeing Sseverus today?"

Harry suddenly tensed at the mention of Snape's name. He was sure Voldemort felt him tense. He was just starting to tolerate what Voldemort did to him during and after these questionings and then he just had to bring Snape into this. If his Master knew everything about Snape... Harry knew he wasn't a good liar, but he needed to distract Voldemort somehow.

Harry suddenly stuttered out unconsciously, "S…Snape? What about Snape?"

"Yes, Snape. You know I've had suspicions about that Traitor when he tried to steal you away from me." He said while stroking Harry's wet hair and pulling him closer so they were back to chest. Harry wanted to tell him that Draco and Blaise were the only one who actually tried to 'steal him away,' but Voldemort wouldn't let him get a word in. His master was kissing down his neck to his collarbone while saying, "But I saved you. Now you're mine to bend to my will." Harry could almost feel the smile on Voldemort's lips as he said that.

As Harry thought of a good retort he felt something digging into his lower back, and he visibly flinched. He thought, Not again. I'm slowly dying as it is. I wish he would just leave me in peace. Oh wait! Let's see--worst enemy? Um…Nope he wouldn't let me die in peace.

All too soon Voldemort lifted Harry out of the large tub where he immediately covered himself while shivering at the sudden cold. His Master followed soon after wrapping his arms around the shivering boy. Voldemort quickly bit and sucked Harry's collarbone leaving quiet a large hickey, which will later be companied by many Harry knew, and he couldn't do anything about it.

Letting the hickey go Voldemort moved his attention to Harry's hand placement. The Dark Lord slid one of his hands down his pet's and gently pulled it away from his body where it then hung limply. "Why do you hide yourself, pet? By now, you should know that you belong to me." As he said this Voldemort pushed Harry's other hand away and replaced it with his. "Meaning this…" He squeezed and Harry winced. "…is mine." He released Harry and pushed him towards the towels. "Now dry me and yourself off and get in the bed."

Harry did as he was told even though the little voice that had been absent for months started to resurface and told him to rebel. His mind blanked and then did his task, safely locking the little voice up until later. When he 'woke up' from his trance he was on top of the bed stretched out like he had been trained. Every little scar from his imprisonment was visible and the ones that were still healing stood out with an angry red coloring.

Voldemort entered the room and stood at the foot of the bed getting a good view. "My, my I must say Lucius is very thorough. You tell him anything interesting?" He made his way to Harry's side.

"No, Master. I didn't." Harry whispered.

Voldemort climbed on Harry who tried to scoot up the bed farther. Voldemort stopped him though and held him in place. "Do I need to get the potion or are you going to cooperate?"

Harry looked at his Master's chest and said, "No, Master. I don't need the potion. I'll be good." Though it pained him to say those words he really didn't want more pain than he already knew he was going to receive tonight.

"That's right, pet. Eventually, everything that's in your head will be mine. Just you wait." He flicked his wrist and the lights turned off and he started kissing up and down Harry's body. Their skin was heating up with the close proximity and he whispered huskily to Harry, "Did I tell you that I really missed your body while I was away? I want reaquaint myself and make up for the lost time."

Another piece of Harry's heart started to crack when he heard those words, but then thought Is this the distraction you were hoping for?

All through the night screams of pain and moaning were the only things heard down that corridor.

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