Hooks and Fairy Cages

Harry's idea of fun

I was hyperventilating at this point. I was trapped, in the same place I had been all those years ago.

It was different now. Harry was older. He knew what he wanted. A pet? No. That couldn't be it. I didn't want to think about it.

Mainly because I had a guess of what a guy his age wanted. I sobbed to myself for what seemed like hours.

At least he hadn't stayed in the room with me. I tried kicking the glass, I tried knocking it onto the floor. But in the end, all I ever managed to do was hurt myself.

The door opened again, and in walked Harry again. "Has my dear little vixen calmed down yet?"

He walked over to my tiny prison and watched my chest rise and fall ever so quickly, behind the knees clutched to my body. My breath caught in my throat, eyes wide and glossy. 

I stares back at him, paralyzed with fear.

He opened the cage, his non hooked hand almost gently grabbing me and taking me out. Now sitting, curled up on the palm of his hand, he spoke. "Better?"

No. I said nothing my body stiff and unresponsive. "Oh...Vixy." He cooed, however clearly getting impatient. "Want me te lock ye up again?"

My eyes widened and I immediately shook my head. "N-no."

"Grow." He ordered, putting me down on the floor. I wanted nothing more than to try and run, but I couldn't. Not anymore.

I obeyed him. "W-what are you going to do to me?" I asked quietly.

He grinned from ear to ear. I let out a small yelp as he pinned me against the wall, hook at my throat. "I've got a few ideas. Firstly, ye need to be taught a lesson."

I frowned. "Wh-what? Why?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Ye ran away from me." He sneered. That wasn't all, he was hiding something. Something important.

"That was y-years ago. We were children." I retorted.

He nodded. "Still. I've waited fer this a long time." He pressed his body closer to mine, crushing me into the wall. "I'm going to enjoy it."