The Boy Who Bitched

Chapter 2

Harry awoke with his head on Tom's chest, this all wasn't some sick dream, this was real, he had been captured by Voldemort. He was humming once again an unidentifiable song under his breath, and petting Harry's now shoulder length hair. Harry started crying, he missed Ron and Hermione, he wondered if they were dead. Of course Tom would never confirm or deny anything, but deep down Harry knew they were long gone. His crying turned into sobs. He remembered the collar, the pet name, his naked body held close to the other man. He wanted comfort from anyone but Tom, but this was the best he was getting so he sunk deeper into the man's chest. His nose filled with the smell of mahogany and burnt ember, it was pleasant and almost comforting, but Harry was not in a place to really admit that to himself.. Tom pretended Harry wasn't losing it, and continued humming and petting the young boy. Eventually Harry's sobs slowed down to the occasional whimper, he subconsciously pulled himself closer to Tom's chest and fell back asleep. Tom moved his hand to start rubbing the small boys back, letting his eyes rest himself.

Harry awoke alone in the huge bed, though he was still sad it was much less overbearing at the moment. He decided to get up, abandoning the warmth of his new bed, but instead of bolting to the door he decided to take a better look at his surroundings. He noticed a small window with a desk sitting underneath it. The desk was stocked with pens and paper, he would definitely come back to this later. Through the window sat a small garden with a large apple tree in the middle, the tree almost looked like it did not belong, too bulky to be sitting in the middle of all the delicate bushes and vines. Despite it feeling a little off, it gave Harry a serene feeling. He might be locked up with Tom as his only source of companionship, but this tree gave him hope that he was not completely locked away. He suddenly turned towards the opening of the door only to see Tom. Harry rushed to try and cover himself, remembering he was naked. "We both know there's no sense in that Harry, put your hands down and come sit down with me."

Harry hesitated, he did not want to listen to Tom, however he really wanted clothes and he was going to have to sit either way. Begrudgingly he walked over to the chair Tom had directed him to, he waited for the discomfort of being tied up but it never came. Tom apparated more food, this time it was a tray of fresh berries, French toast, and some bacon. Harry's mouth once again watered. He couldn't remember the last time he had actually eaten, not yesterday, but maybe the day before? Everything felt so distant but also so fresh. Tom sliced a piece of French toast and moved it towards Harry's mouth, "Are you going to behave today?"

Hesitantly, Harry opened his mouth to let Tom feed him the French toast, and damn was it good. "What a good boy you're being today," Tom cooed.

Something deep down in Harry liked that, he wanted to be a good boy for Tom, but the rest of him was screaming about how wrong it was. Harry tried to ignore it and continued slowly being fed his breakfast. Maybe Tom wasn't so bad? He had a big room, pleasant meals, a shoulder to cry on. This was more than Petunia and Vernon had every done for him, and the war was now over no more fighting, he could rest now. Maybe a life with Tom wouldn't be so bad, maybe he could get the family he always wanted even if it was a bit fucked, maybe life was handing him a gift, giving him his much needed break. Harry decided if he was to make the best of his fate, it would probably be best to separate Tom from Voldemort. Tom was the misunderstood orphan, just like he was, and Voldemort was the man who made Harry that orphan. Voldemort was snake like and murderous, Tom was caring and gentle. When Harry really thought of it, Tom and Voldemort where night and day, Tom and Harry had things in common. Harry could find happiness with Tom. Voldemort was just a murderous man trying to fulfill a self fulfilling prophecy, but Tom was Harry's everything.

Throughout the being fed breakfast, Harry's guard started coming down a little bit, with every bite he felt a little more comfortable with Tom. Maybe it was the potion Tom had slipped in his food, but Harry never had to know that. Tom had to make Harry believe that he was trusting Tom completely on his own accord, though Tom knew that never would have happened. After breakfast Tom brushed Harry's teeth and his hair. Harry stood, trying to stop himself from basking in all the attention, Tom smiled to himself, Severus Snape really was an incredible potions master. "Since you've been so good," the man cooed," I guess I can let you wear some clothes."

Harry's face did not really falter, truth be told he had almost forgotten his nudity in his dissociative like state. He was okay with being naked around Tom, but he wasn't going to deny himself clothing. Tom dressed him in a short satin dress, truth be told, due to Harry's malnourished frame, it hung off of his body rather strangely, but Tom knew he would put the weight on in no time. Especially if Severus' nutrient potions had anything to do about it. Harry had never worn a dress before, but surprisingly he loved the way it felt. The freedom of his legs, the feel of the cooling fabric, it surprisingly made him feel happy. Tom then leashed the young boy, who hesitated shortly before lifting his head up for easy access. Harry's willingness made Tom smile, that tight hole being spread open for him was going to be in his future closer than he thought. "Would you like to go on a walk with me sweet boy?" Tom asked Harry gently.

The boy shook his head yes very softly, Tom pulled him close and whispered in his ear," Don't try anything with me boy, lets just go have a nice time, I would hate to have to punish you."

The threatening tone of his voice pulled Harry out of his dissociative state, he had no desire to misbehave, a walk sounded lovely. Harry and Tom walked through what seemed to be a massive castle hallway before coming to a lattice metal door that led to a flower covered green house. For some reason Harry was expecting to be taken to the garden he'd been gazing at earlier, however the colorful flower garden satisfied him just as much. Harry longed to pick them, they would look so lovely in a vase on his desk, but he knew he could not do anything without Tom's permission, and he was not at a point where he was going to ask. In the middle of the flower garden was a desk with a chair. Tom pulled the chair back to show a large green pillow that was sitting under the desk, "Lay under my desk for me sweet boy okay? I have to deal with some documents that need approving."

Harry went to ask questions, but realized his ambitions were nearly dissolved, everything was out of his hands, even his own choices, but he was Tom's good boy and that could be enough. He laid down willingly, the pillow being one of the most comfortable things he had ever laid on. He felt like he was forgetting something or maybe someone but he couldn't remember what, maybe he was supposed to be angry, but all he felt was relief wash over him. All he wanted to do was lay at Tom's feet for a while, the sound of the quill and ink luring him into a calming state, eventually luring him into a sleeplike state.

He awoke to Tom petting his hair," Was that a good nap my pet?"

Harry nodded softly. Tom rolled his chair back and beaconed for Harry to stand up, Harry did as he was told, stretching his aching legs. Tom walked him back to the room, his lunch was apparated, and Tom once again fed Harry. With each bite he forgot more and more about Dumbledore, about his friends, about being the Chosen One, as his comfort and trust with Tom grew stronger.

Suddenly he was really looking at Tom, and he realized how attractive the man was, Harry wanted the strong man to bend him over.  When he thought that, for a second he felt like something was wrong with that, but it quickly faded and Harry's daydream continued on. He tried to ignore the growing boner that was happening in his pants, he was unsure if he wanted Tom to see it.

As Tom fed the boy the soup slowly he did notice Harry's rising excitement, he tilted his head in satisfaction but said nothing of it. He was curious how long Harry could fight off the fertility potion before he was begging Tom to fuck him mercilessily.