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A Submissive\'s Submissive	By : Nayeri Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 30180 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 8
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or the characters there in. I do not gain any money for writing this story.

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(Author’s note: Normally I would go and update one of my other fanfics, but I really want to continue this story. So, without further ado, on we go.)

Last time:

He would dwell on cursing himself later.

     It took Harry three days to return to the castle, with judicious uses of Point Me and Locator Spells. He would stop after an hour of walking to cast these spells, before walking for another hour. He stayed by the river as much as possible, as it was the only clear path. It was also his only source of water and food.

     The strangest thing though, and most unnerving, was that the werewolf from the first full moon night stayed with him for the second two nights. The wolf never again attacked him, simply padded near enough to him to provide protection from the other wild creatures that would willingly turn him into a meal. When Harry would finally lie down for the night after a supper of fish, the wolf lay by his feet.

     Thus did the three days pass quickly, with Harry waking with the sun, only to walk until he collapsed with just enough energy to fish. By the evening of the third day, Harry made it out of the forest, and saw Hogwarts just up the hill. He was dirty, hungry for something more substantial than fish, and aching everywhere. However, all he could think about was making it up the last few yards to the castle doors.

     No one noticed the lone boy stray in, with the Leaving Feast at full swing in the Great Hall. Deciding he was too tired to deal with other humans, Harry went up to the dormitory to finish packing. They would be leaving the next day, and he really didn’t want to be left behind because his trunk wasn’t ready. After he had finished packing, he went to take a quick, hot shower, getting six day old grit and dirt out of his pores and hair.

     By the time he had finished his shower, and was dressed in clean clothes again, the other boys were back from the Feast. Only Seamus and Dean looked as if they had gotten a good meal. Both Ron and Neville appeared to be nauseated, though both looked stunned when they saw their friend. Harry was soon swarmed by his dorm mates, and chivvied into a sitting position on his bed. The questions started coming fast after that.

     Harry fielded them as best he could with “I’m fine, Ron,” “Yes, I’m sure Neville,” “No, I didn’t say anything besides spiders Seamus.” There were other similar questions, all fielded with answers just as plain. Harry couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but he didn’t want anyone knowing what had happened in the forest. Bad enough that he had to deal with the Dursley’s tomorrow, without having to deal with his friends’ pity tonight.

     Harry grimaced quietly to himself, glad that he had kept his head down all day; he had had a feeling that Snape and Pomfrey were looking for him, and he was not in the mood to talk to either. Still, he thought, they were better than the Dursleys. Dragging his trunk behind him, Harry departed the dubious safety of the magical world, for the even more dubious safety of his Muggle relatives.

     As he passed through the barrier, he saw them. Vernon, looking his normal angry, puce-colored self, Petunia looking as horsey as ever (though her perpetually pursed lips had softened somewhat), and Dudley, who had lost weight over the past year, and was actually looking reasonably handsome for what had once been a pig in a wig. Harry shrugged that last thought off, as it had no relevance to him. After all, what did he care if Dudley was looking good?

   He sighed softly, and joined them, glad that he never took Hedwig back after the disaster of a summer before third year. He hadn’t wanted her strangled, though she would occasionally come to him with letters and/or packages over the summer. He never allowed her to stay longer, though, as the risk was too great.

     There was another little secret that he had kept from his friends. His horrible life at the Dursleys’ was worse than he let on. Since he was old enough to walk without tripping, he had been made to do the chores, with each year getting progressively more strenuous. By this time in his life, he was doing everything. And if he didn’t finish the list of chores he was given by the time Vernon came home, he was given a lash with the belt for each incomplete chore. His back now resembled a lattice-work fence. That was why he never allowed Hedwig to return to Privet Drive for the summer.

     Harry, however, found that this summer was easier than others. For one reason or another, he always managed to get the list of chores done. He also answered the letters that came for him, fielding away the worry that his godfather and Remus showed.

     He knew that he didn’t deserve their care. Hadn’t he been told often enough? He had also realized, once Hermione and Ron had told him that Sirius had been safe all along, that his fool-hardy plan could easily have gotten them all killed. That knowledge simply firmed his belief that he didn’t deserve their care.

     Despite how well everything was going, it was in the middle of his third week back on Privet drive when he started to feel ill. He couldn’t explain it, as he felt feverish and achy, yet he hadn’t been out in the yard too much that summer. And he had been fed relatively well over the past few weeks. Whatever the reason, though, he was really feeling ill.

     Besides the fact that he absolutely hated to be ill, the seeming sickness had one other side effect. It slowed him down just enough where he couldn’t complete all his chores. The following week was miserable, but the final day he wasn’t able to get out of bed at all. He hurt everywhere, and his body seemed wracked by chills.

     Naturally, though, Vernon didn’t care about what he called ‘excuses’. He had warned the boy that he would receive the whipping of his life if he didn’t do his chores. Vernon was nothing if not a man of his word when it came to punishing the freak. So when he came home that night, and found out from Petunia that the lazy brat hadn’t left his room once, he grabbed his hardest belt and stalked up to the smallest bedroom.

     Slamming the door open, he spat at the teen that was quivering under his thin blanket “Useless whelp! I warned you what would happen if you didn’t do your chores, lazy brat! You’ve had this beating coming to you all week long.” With that he ripped off both the blanket, and Harry’s shirt with little care if either ripped.

     Harry shivered further as the cold hit his already scabbed back. He suspected that part of his weakness came from the fact that his wounds hadn’t been allowed to heal at all. He had no further time to think, though, as the familiar whistle-THWACK of Vernon’s belt sounded, sending searing pain as it lashed across his shoulders.

     Vernon continued lashing, over and over, getting angrier and angrier as not a sound escaped the teen’s lips. Well, not exactly true, for as the full moon peeked through the window, a sound tore from the boy’s throat. But not the scream of pain he was expecting, but rather an angry shrieking keen.

     Harry was used to pain, and refused to make a sound. But as he felt the moonlight hit his tortured back, he felt something shift within him. He felt his bones crack, his mouth and nose shifting, and fur beginning to spread from his head downward. Underneath his muscles strengthened, and his hands curled into claws. The last change was a ripping sound as his pants tore to make room for a bushy tail.

     His voice had all the while been shrieking his anger and pain, but at the end a howl ripped from his throat. Amber eyes blinked furiously, and the massive wolf head turned to face Vernon. There was a deep hatred and blood lust in those eyes. Vernon was fortunate in the fact that new wolves are in a lot of pain, and therefore cannot move fast. The fat walrus-man was able to get out and slam the locks closed on the door.

     Vernon afterward ran his heart hammering. He called to Petunia and Dudley, saying “We’re leaving the house! NOW!” His panic kept them from arguing, and instead the three Dursley’s left for the night. Upstairs in the smallest bedroom was a gangly adolescent wolf that wasn’t much bigger than his human self. Despite the size, he was able to cause chaos, leaving bits of pure black fur all over the place.

(End Author’s note: Well this is a pleasant surprise. I finished the second chapter in record time. Please R&R and tell me what you think?)
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