The Boy Who Bitched

Chapter One

Dumbledore along with the rest of his most resistant soldiers were dead. Voldemort had done it, he had won. He looked down at the lifeless figure of Harry Potter, he wasn't dead, but he might soon wish he was. Voldemort scoffed to himself, why on Earth did the light side put all their trust in a mere child, but why did it take him so long to finally defeat him, or better yet, capture him. Voldemort bent down to the lifeless body and scooped him up bridal style.
He moved the boy close to his chest," I have always wanted a kitten," he whispered in the young boys ear smirking.
He knew the boy couldn't hear him, but he heavily anticipated the boys shock when he woke up.

Harry Potter woke up tied to a surprisingly comfortable chair. He looked around the empty bedroom, the walls were a deep green, the very large bed in the middle was covered in silver bed clothes. There was another door that he assumed went to a bathroom. There was a wall covered in dressers, and another chair on the opposing side of the bed. He couldn't help but think how cloud like the bed looked, and how he just wanted to sleep. The burden of the war had taken its toll on the boy, it was rare he didn't wake up thrashing from nightmares. Everyone he had ever loved but all of their burdens on him. Then he remembered Dumbledore was hit by the Avada Kevadra spell, he remembers Voldemort disarming his wand, but instead of the killing curse he didn't know what he had been hit with. He survived, but why? The prophecy, Dumbledore, all his struggles at Hogwarts, everything had led to it either being him or Voldemort, but Voldemort seemed fine. He remembered the man's triumphant look as he collapsed onto the ground.

At that thought a surprisingly handsome man walked through the door, he looked so familiar but Harry couldn't place where.
"Glad to see you're awake Harry."
That voice sent shivers down his spine, he could recognize that from anywhere.
"Volde-."
"Call me Tom," he interrupted firmly. "Voldemort is dead, but Tom, well Tom is back, and you my dear boy will make the perfect little bitch for me."
Harry's eyes widened in terror, he opened his mouth to ask a question, but words failed to form. "Don't you worry your pretty little head about a thing okay, I'll teach you," Tom said giving Harry's head a gentle pet.
Harry attempted to jerk away, but Tom grabbed a handful of hair and jerked him up right to look him in the face. "Naughty kittens get punished," he warned.
Harry gawked at the man, he was unsure of what on Earth was happening. "Hmmm I think it's bath time," the older man smirked.
Harry looked confused, how on Earth was he supposed to bathe while being tied to a chair, was Tom going to watch? Tom waved his wand, and suddenly the chair was gone, however Harry's arm restraints were not. Tom picked Harry up bridal style again, the boy tried not to think of the strong chest he was leaned up against, and instead attempted to wiggle his way out of the older mans grasp. "Do not make this anymore difficult than it has to be or there will be consequences," Harry didn't stop, his wiggling turning into thrashing.
Tom sighed before muttering a spell that rendered Harry immobile. The boys eyes went wide in fear, however his mouth was unable to utter a peep. Tom laid Harry down in the tub gently. He started pouring water in the boys hair.
"While you're like this I will explain how this works. You don't eat unless I feed you, you don't get to use a proper bathroom unless you behave, you don't bathe without me helping you, you don't get dressed without my help and my permission, you are to be completely and utterly dependent on me my dear pet do you understand? Failure to behave to will result in punishments? I want my dear kitten to be a well behaved boy okay? And maybe with time and good behavior some of these rules could be adjusted hmm?"
Harry tried to divert his gaze, but Tom grabbed his chin and forced eye contact. Harry shook his head looking utterly defeated. Tom continued bathing the boy gently, whistling a tune Harry had no clue about. His mind raced, he knew he had no choice but to be the Dark Lord's bitch, but the question was how long was it until his spirit broke and he gave in. His thoughts were broken by Voldemort's voice," Are you going to be good?"
Harry stared into the man's eyes, refusing to make a decision. Tom sighed before lifting Harry up and sitting him on the edge of the bath. He started drying Harry off, giving the naked boy a major look over. He was way skinnier than he needed to be, but man did the sight of his skin make Tom want to bend him over and fuck him right there, but he had to wait, he wanted to build up the boys sense of security towards him before taking his virginity. Tom imagined that tight little hole of his, and how gorgeous it would be taking his cock. He couldn't wait to mark Harry as his, he wanted to smack that precious little ass raw. He wanted that boy to beg for more, but he knew he had to be patient. The boy who lived, now nothing more than the Dark Lord's beloved pet, Tom started getting hard at the thought, Harry was now all his and there was no one who could do a thing about that.

 He drifted back to reality and ran his hands through the boys unruly hair, he decided he wanted to add a bit more length so he had more material to grab onto when dealing with the slightly resistant boy. He pulled out his wand, making Harry's hair fall just a bit past his shoulders. He then started gently combing the boy's hair, though still unruly it was just gorgeous he thought to himself. He carried Harry back to the large bed. "Hmmm I did have this lovely set of satin pajamas picked out, but since someone didn't behave I guess he will have to walk around naked till he can prove he deserves clothes. However, my kitten does deserve a proper collar, how else would people know you are mine?"

He then pulled a sleek black collar out of his pocket and carefully placed it around Harry's neck. "Absolutely fucking gorgeous," he whispered, wrapping his fingers around the chain and yanking Harry's face closer to his and giving the boy a forehead kiss.
Harry winced at the touch. How the fuck was his life long enemy claiming him and treating him like a house pet. Harry was confused on whether to be grateful for the sparing of his life or pissed that he was demoted to a house pet. He tried to not think about the fact his entire body was on display. Tom then lifted the boy up and apparated a plate of food. The smell made Harry's mouth water, but he didn't want to give in to the man, he couldn't, at least not yet. He had to have at least a little bit of fight left in him. Tom scooped up a bite of chicken and moved the fork towards the young boys mouth. Harry however jerked his head away, making a show of how he was not going to be fed by Tom. "Harry honestly, you're only making this harder on yourself but have it your way."
Tom stood up, and moved to the opposite corner of the room. He then sat down and started reading a book. Harry was confused, why wasn't he fighting him? Why was Tom wanting to hand feed him? Harry started bursting with anger and started throwing insults and questions at Tom, however it seems that it was falling on deaf ears for Tom had no reaction and continued turning pages of his book. Harry screamed until he started crying, and then he started begging Tom to just let him go. After 2 hours of Harry's outburst, Tom made the plate vanish and decided to release Harry from the chair. As soon as he was released Harry made a bolt for the door, which was obviously locked, he then started pounding on the door and then the wall, until he eventually fell into a suffocating pile on the floor. Tom put his book down, and scooped the young boy up again moving him to the bed. They would try the food thing again at breakfast. He rocked Harry in his arms, stroking his hair, and promised him that everything was going to be okay. Harry was paralyzed with fear, this was his reality, and he had no choice but to give into it. Suddenly Tom was forcing a liquid down Harry's throat, and his eyes suddenly became very heavy, a drug induced sleep falling over him.