Where am I? Why can't I do anything with my body? But most importantly, who am I?

Looking down at the stark white envelope Harry felt like he was going to be sick. He just couldn't believe they would send yet another letter to his relative's house about his classification. Quickly, before his relatives start asking what's taking so long to get the post, he stuffs the letter in his oversized pants to be dealt with later. Harry Potter was hoping with all his might that he would be a Dom. It didn't matter that he is nowhere near the hight of a normal 11-year-old(He doesn't get to eat much)O or that he wets the bed constantly (He doesn't have access to a toilet 24/7) or that fact that when he gets really scared of upset the urge to suck his fingers is almost overwhelming. Harry is going to be a Dom. No question about it. No magic or Voldemort AU use to belong to Midnight_wolf_1214 but I helped with all the chapter so this is still going to be good... I hope.