Lost War

Confusing Memories

Pet's first memory was of Master. He lived for Master, for his happiness, for his pleasure. Anything Master demanded of Pet, and in return, Pet lived comfortably and spoiled rotten. The stories about Harry Potter were silly fairy-tale. After all, a person doesn't just become a pet.

Pet's first memory was of Master, and for the longest time, Master was all he knew. Even after he met new people, all he had ever cared about was his Master's pleasure, like a good pet was supposed to. He had been happy to serve, to make his Master feel good, and it had the added bonus to make Pet feel good too. He loved being filled with his Master's essence.

But then, his Master had taken a new assistant. Normally, Pet never cared much for the assistants. They never stayed long. Master killed them all eventually, usually after only a few months, when they bored him, or made him angry. Like the last one. A large man who had one day caught Pet wandering around on his own, pushed him down and fucked him. Master had been so angry, that he tied Pet up and punished him, before making him watch as Master punished his assistant and kill him. He then fucked Pet on top of the dead lump.

Pet had been so sure that this one, the fragile-looking lady with brown hair and eyes that trembled in her seat while Pet rode Master's cock, wouldn't last long either. She hadn't seemed any different from all the other ones Master called in. Nothing had been special about her, only her name. it had felt wrong to Pet, as if it wasn't supposed to be her name at all.

And then, she recognized him. How, he didn't know, because he'd never seen her before. Harry, she called him, like he even had the right to have a name. still, it had ignited something inside Pet, and slowly, curiosity started burning in his chest. Before he knew it, Pet started searching this lady out, something he had never bothered with by any of the other ones.

He loved listening to her stories about 'Before'. From back when Master wasn't anyone's Master yet and this 'Harry' was a free and happy boy that was meant for great things. She kept insisting he was this 'Harry', and Pet wished for the first time that he could talk like the people could, so he could tell her she was wrong. Harry had been a person, and Pet wasn't. He was Master's pet.

He felt bad for Hermione. She'd lost a very dear friend when 'Harry' disappeared.

Things became even more confusing for Pet when Master started reading his mind almost every night when he fucked Pet. Just the front thoughts, but every time he caught one of his conversations with Hermione, he laughed and fucked him harder. Pet was very eager to show all the talks they had to earn the privilege of being screwed into the mattress with abandon. But his eagerness made it harder to keep those thoughts in the front, and most of the time, all Master could see was Pet's wish to be fucked. He always complied, because Master was a good master to Pet.

"Harry?"

Pet looked up and smiled at Hermione, waving her over. The brunette lady smiled back and walked further into Pet's chambers. Pet had taken to wearing his pants whenever he wasn't with Master, because Hermione always seemed to feel weird when he wasn't and he liked having Hermione around.

"The Dark Lord wants you to join him in his rooms," Hermione told him.

Like usual when she had to come get him for Master, she looked very unhappy. It was really confusing to Pet. Hermione always acted and treated him as if he was a person, like herself and Master's other servants, instead of a plaything. She always asked how he was feeling and if he liked 'serving' Master.

She always blushed too, as if she was ashamed for him pleasuring his Master. Pet frowned whenever she did, because it was his purpose. He was only alive to pleasure Master. He wouldn't exist otherwise, Pet was really sure about that. He couldn't remember anything else.