The Pet - Two

The Pet - Two

Author: Ellery Nocturne
Fandom: Harry Potter
Spoilers: Order of the Phoenix (HPV)
Archive: LJ, makeminemarysue, Sheezy
Advisories: D/s, genderqueer character, occlumency-philia, and also I apparently have a potion fetish.


The next day came a new visitor, and the boy hid obediently in the closet, curling up in a corner to wait for his master to open the door and tell him to come out. He ached from his reward, but felt more peaceful from yesterday%u2019s orgasm, coming back to himself a little more. He still didn%u2019t remember what had happened before his master came into his life, his thoughts sliding away when he tried, and soon he stopped, content. It was bad, whatever it had been, and his mind was protecting him. He heard voices outside, and then%u2014the door opened. Afraid, he closed his eyes tightly and curled up, burying his face in his arms. If he couldn%u2019t see the monster, it couldn%u2019t see him. If he couldn%u2019t see the monster, it couldn%u2019t see him. If he couldn%u2019t%u2014a hand set gently on his back.

%u201CIt%u2019s alright,%u201D came the voice of an elder man. An alien voice. The boy screamed.

%u201CNO! NO!%u201D He bolted, slipping from the man%u2019s grip and out of the closet to his master, clutching at him. %u201CMaster! Master!%u201D he burst into tears of fear, trembling as he tried to hide in the voluminous robes. He felt a hand on his head.

%u201CHe knows the rules of the house,%u201D the master said quietly to the other. %u201CHe knows the consequences of being caught by Death-Eaters.%u201D He didn%u2019t mention that he hadn%u2019t needed to tell the pet this; the pet had just known.

The boy felt this other gently brushing at his mind, and screamed as though being killed, clutching at his master and pushing at the other%u2019s occlumency frantically. %u201CNo! NO!%u201D

The hand on his head began to stroke. %u201CLet him, pet.%u201D

Shivering, crying, his throat hurting from the screams, the boy clutched tightly at his master and let the other see his mind. The other was softer, gentler, but it was still not master. When he came to, his master was still holding him, and when he looked up, the master looked at him and stroked his cheek.

%u201CGood boy,%u201D was all he said, but it was enough. Pale and feeling weak, the boy smiled a watery smile before his head fell against his master again and he panted, noticing he was covered in sweat. As he closed his eyes wearily, he heard the conversation between the two men.

%u201CShe%u2014%u201D

%u201CHe, Albus.%u201D The master corrected. %u201CI must insist on that.%u201D

%u201CHe has no access to the memories?%u201D

%u201CNo. His mind locked them up in shock, and I encouraged it. He doesn%u2019t need to know.%u201D

%u201CVery well. I will not lecture you about your choices with%u2026him%u2026as he%u2019s of age and it is helping him.%u201D

The master waited patiently, then said. %u201CAnd the summer?%u201D

%u201CI see no problems with having him stay at Grimmauld place, so long as we hide him from the portraits and Kreacher.%u201D

The master rested both hands on the pet%u2019s back now, holding him closely. %u201CIt shall be done, then.%u201D

When the other left, the boy looked back at his master with a soft whimper. He felt raped. He was surprised to see jealousy on the master%u2019s features, and soon he was slowly but firmly pressed to the bed, the master reaching mercilessly inside his thoughts. Mine, mine, mine, mine%u2026 came the thoughts in the boy%u2019s head, pounding with his heartbeat. After the surprise wore off, he responded with moans and thoughts of his own.

Yours master, yours, master I feel so raped%u2026

He was scooped up and held very close, and the master spoke. %u201CThere was not enough time to explain everything in words.%u201D His voice explained but was not apologetic. Still connected to his boy with the spell, he saw the thoughts, the need, and obliged. Digging deeper, he merely showed his presence, his power, not looking for anything in particular, nor twisting any thoughts to suit him.

All the boy%u2019s thoughts were fine as they were%u2014the only thing Snape had changed was access to the memories. He liked the boy just how he was, and he didn%u2019t want that sweetness scrambled and the silence broken. Right now the boy remembered nothing of his old life that was specific, just that Something Bad had happened and that Master had rescued him. Holding him now, venting his possessiveness on the creature%u2019s mind, Snape smiled and stroked the soft curls.

Mine, mine, mine, mine%u2026

The boy seemed to like being reminded that he was owned, and writhed and squirmed and moaned on Snape%u2019s lap, clutching him. Strangely, Snape felt irately jealous at the thought that someone else had touched his boy%u2019s mind. He was furious, and wanted to mark the boy all the ways he could think of, to show his possession. What was calming was that the boy was upset as he was, proving his devotion. He hadn%u2019t liked it. At all. Snape moved his hand to stroke the pale neck, turned paler still by the weeks inside with only minutes in the sunlight of the bathroom window to stave off depression.

%u201CYou didn%u2019t like that, did you?%u201D

The curly head shook back and forth frantically. %u201CNononono master no please no more just you please.%u201D

%u201CSilence.%u201D

The babbling ceased immediately, and the boy clung tighter, sniffling.

%u201CIt will not happen anymore. If someone does it to you, you will come to me and you will tell me.%u201D

%u201CYes master,%u201D he answered softly, %u201CThank you master.%u201D

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Soon the master gave him different tasks; he was to pack neatly into a black and silver trunk. He had new clothes, and tried them on. They were black, but the pet was pleased to see that the waistcoats were brocaded and the jacket and breeches embroidered. Black didn%u2019t bother him so much. It was rather shivery-wonderful to dress all in black for his master, and in such lovely clothes.

The master forbade him from binding his chest, and did make the feminine chest go away, saying that he would not stand for the pet hurting himself. The pet wasn%u2019t sure about this at first, but found that not being in pain was very good indeed. Now he was perfect, he thought, a perfect human, with the best of both sexes. As he thought about this, he wondered if the master had taken other things away, and the master came in one day to see that the pet was poking questioningly at his abdomen with a finger.

%u201CYou%u2019ve noticed that you haven%u2019t had a menstrual period, I see.%u201D

The pet jumped at the voice, looking guilty that he%u2019d been remiss in his duties. As he jumped back to work, the master laughed softly.

%u201CYes, I%u2019ve turned that off for you. You seem attached to the remaining parts feminine, so I will let you keep them for now.%u201D

The pet smiled gratefully as he folded another shirt. %u201CThank you master,%u201D he said softly.

Snape went back to work checking his stores and deciding which potions and books to take with him as the boy continued packing. He was very well at it, with an instinct for utilising space as much as possible. As Snape packed the phials and bottles into a special case, he heard the boy%u2019s movement still, and turned to see him standing beside the neatly-packed trunk. The corner of his lip quirking, he spoke to the boy as he continued packing the case.

%u201CGood boy,%u201D he said, setting Veritaserum into a slot that magically conformed to the bottle%u2019s shape. Closing the case, he set it in the trunk beside him, leaving two-thirds of it ready for books. %u201CPack the books as I hand them to you.%u201D

Both trunks packed, Snape went over to sit by the fireplace. The boy watched his movements, but did not move from his spot across the room. Snape liked that, but did want the boy, and so motioned him over with a finger.

%u201CSit.%u201D

The boy knelt and then sat at Snape%u2019s feet, leaning against his leg and looking up. With a smile, Snape stroked his hair, looking back into the flames as they danced.

%u201CYour name is Ink. Repeat it, boy.%u201D

%u201CMy name is Ink,%u201D he said softly, closing his eyes. %u201CMy name is Ink. Ink.%u201D

%u201CGood boy. Your master%u2019s name is Snape.%u201D

%u201CMy master%u2019s name is Severus Snape.%u201D

Snape looked down at the boy in surprise. The boy knew his name already, it seemed. Annoyed, he spiked into the mind with occlumency again to see how, but found that the boy didn%u2019t know either%u2014it had just come out, at random. Stroking the curls again, he relented.

%u201CSit on my lap.%u201D

Afraid now, the boy climbed onto his lap. Snape stroked the boy%u2019s back. %u201CDon%u2019t be afraid.%u201D Instantly the boy relaxed, leaning against the wizard a little. %u201CWe%u2019re leaving tomorrow. There will be other people where we are going. Do not speak to them. If they bother you, tell me.%u201D

%u201CYes master.%u201D

%u201CGood boy.%u201D Reaching inside his robes, Snape drew out a phial of something blue. %u201COpen.%u201D

The lips were open almost before the order was given, and the potion was uncorked and poured upon the waiting tongue. Snape closed the mouth before it could be spit out in shock%u2014the serum was painfully hot to the touch once it was on the tongue, though it didn%u2019t leave burns.

%u201CSwallow.%u201D

The swallow was hard, and it took several for so small an amount of liquid. Satisfied with a further demonstration of the boy%u2019s self-control, Snape let go of the chin.

%u201CGood boy, Ink. Now go to bed.%u201D