Chapter 1

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Harry's POV:

Today, I was classified by my cousin. I hope I am a Dom; anything is better than a little. I will be killed if I'm a little. As we finally pull into the classification center, my aunt turns to me and says, "No funny business, you understand me, freak." I nod, knowing that I will be scolded if I speak. Freaks are meant to be seen, not heard. Once we enter the center, Aunt or Mistress checks in with Dudley while I fend for myself. God, I wish this could happen at school, not during the summer. Everyone knows that you have to be classified before your tenth birthday. 

I sit down a few chairs down from mistress and young master and look at my hands in my lap until I hear my name. A nurse called out, "Harry Potter and Dudley Dursley." I got up and followed behind my mistress and young master. "Is it ok that we take each boy by themselves, Mrs. Dursley?" the nurse asks. Can," the "of course your mistress replies. I am taken to a different room than Dudley. Once I'm in the room, a nurse comes in and says, "Hello Harry, my name is Rosie; I am going to administer your classification test. Is that alright?" she says; I nod yes. "Splendid. I will take some blood, and then we can begin." She says as she takes my blood. I try not to cry when the needle goes in. "All alright. I am going to show you some pictures, and I want you to pick which one you want," she says, and I nod again. The first set of pictures is a toddler bed and a regular bed; I picked the toddler bed.  The next set is a crib and a toddler bed, and I picked the crib. The next is a sippy cup and a bottle; I pick the bottle. (AN: There are 20 pictures that the patient has to choose between, and Harry picks all the Baby pictures.) "Alright, Harry, last picture," she says, showing me pictures of diapers and pull-ups; I pick the diapers. "OK, Harry, good job. It looks like you are a little, but we will wait for the blood test to be completed to see how young you are," she says. I nod my head. Another nurse walks in and hands Rosie the blood test results, "OK, Harry, it looks like your headspace is from 6 months to a year." Rosie says, then she leads me back to the waiting room and tells mistress the results. I know I will be punished badly when Master gets home. 

Time Skip to the house.

When we get back to the house, mistress grabs my arm, drags me back to my cupboard, and locks me in. I must have been in there for hours because by the time I'm let out, it is dark out, and Master is home. "freak, get in here,'' he shouts, "is it true that you are a little," I nod knowing if I speak the punishment would be worse. "well that can't be." he says. He then grabs my arm and drags me upstairs to the torture or, as they say, punishment room. Master rips off the rags I'm forced to wear. He then picks me up and throws me onto the old mattress, flips me onto my stomach, grabs rope to tie my hand and feet to the bed, and puts a gag into my mouth. 

Rape warning:

"You will not be a little; you are my release, and if you are a little, then poor Pet is going to have to take care of you and the house," He says as he takes off his pants. I stopped listening to his rant and concentrated on not crying until I felt my hips be lifted into the air and his tip at the entrance of my hole. "You are not going to make a sound, or I will fuck you every day until you can't walk anymore; you hear me whore," he says as he pushes in entirely. God, please make this stop. He thrusts in and out until he releases. Once he pulls out, he calls up Dudley. Once Dudley enters, I hear him unzip his pants and line up to my entrance, and then he rams in. God, this hurts so bad. Dudley's release doesn't take long, but my punishment isn't over yet. I felt pain in my back, and then I felt something wet. They were carving the word Freak, Whore, and Baby onto my back. 

Rape Over:

Once they were done, the mistress returned with a nappy and put it on me. Master then carries me down the stairs, throws me into my cupboard, and says," You are going to stay there until we can get rid of you, freak." and locks the door. 

Severus's POV:

I just got a letter from Gringotts saying I am needed there immediately. I leave right then and there. Once I arrive, Griphook, the potter's manager, says, "Mr. Snape, please follow me," gesturing towards his office. Once we're in his office, he hands me Lily's will. That will state that if Harry can not go to Sirius or Remus, he is meant to go to me. I need to find him now. I thank Griphook and rush home. Lucius goes home from taking Draco to be classified. Our sweet Dragon is a little, and he has the headspace of a 2-3-year-old. I rush to find Lucius and tell him what I found out at the bank; we head to Tom's office together. We run into Bellatrix and Narcissa and ask them to prepare a room/nursery for our new arrival.

Once we told Tom everything, every single death eater was on the lookout for Harry. I was looking through Privet Drive in Surrey and saw someone I never wanted to see again, Petunia Dursley. I call for Lucius, Narcissa, and Bellatrix to come to me. Once they are there, we approach number 4, Privet Drive. 

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Edited: 3/7/24

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