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Dumbledore's Little Pet	By : Finnian_Siog Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 82586 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of these characters. No money/profit is being made from this story. I am not J.K. Rowling. I just like to torment Harry sometimes, I guess that's one thing we have in common.

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Harry woke up the next morning, feeling refreshed and waited until everyone had left the dorm for breakfast. His bum no longer hurt from the spanking, the finger, or the soap he had endured last night and he wanted a shower.
After he had left the Headmaster’s office last night, he met up with Ron in the common room. They played a game of chess, Ron won of course. His best friend had caught him staring at his bum and asked what was up. He couldn’t say. The Headmaster had told him it was not something people talked about. He wondered when and how Ron cleaned out his asshole. Did he use an enema too? The Headmaster had said there were other ways. What were they? Harry told himself he would ask when he saw the man again.
When Harry was in the shower, he wondered if he should try to clean his hole. Dumbledore had said some people clean them twice a day, hadn’t he? And he had already used the toilet before getting in the shower. He didn’t want to walk around with a dirty asshole, now that he knew everyone else cleaned theirs. Heck, his dorm mates probably cleaned out their holes this morning, before going down to breakfast. The showers were set up as individual stalls with a curtain that most of them spelled closed, so people couldn’t open them unexpectedly as a joke. That had happened for a week during his first month at Hogwarts. Fred, George, and a few other boys would open a few curtains while students took showers. The student was always embarrassed and yelled to “cut it out!” if it was them. The perpetrators would always run away laughing at their game. Harry didn’t know the spell to keep his curtain closed at the time, and always got paranoid that it might happen to him. The staff had to make a rule against opening other student’s shower curtains, and the incidents pretty much stopped. Everyone still spells their curtain closed before taking showers, but now it’s mainly out of habit.
Harry decided to try cleaning his hole himself. He wanted to be able to tell the Headmaster that he was able to do it, or that he at least tried. He wanted the Headmaster to pet his head again and tell him he was a good boy. Nobody but Professor Dumbledore had ever said that to him, and it made him feel really warm inside.
Harry didn’t know how he should clean out his hole. He decided to try using a finger. He pushed at his entrance with his index finger and nothing. His finger wouldn’t go in. He pushed harder but that was hurting him, so he stopped. Harry remembered the soap that the Headmaster used. He didn’t want to use soap, he didn’t want his hole to sting, so he decided he needed to use water to make his finger slippery enough to slide in. He put his finger under the warm stream of the shower, then placed it at his hole. It slowly went in a little, but it hurt. Harry needed something else. He got out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, and peeked out the bathroom door. Nobody was in the dorm. He quickly grabbed a bottle of hand cream and made his way back to the shower. He coated his finger in the lotion and hoped it wouldn’t sting. He brought his finger back to his opening for a third time and pushed. It slowly went in. there was some pressure, but it didn’t hurt. Harry’s fingers were a lot smaller than the Headmaster’s had been, and he managed to get his whole finger in without pain. Harry exhaled the breath he hadn’t remembered holding. He then started to move his finger in and out the way the Headmaster had. It felt kind of good after a while. When Harry withdrew his finger he noticed it was a little brown. He was instantly disgusted and cleaned it off with excessive amounts of soap and water. He should have used gloves like the Headmaster. He didn’t want to put his finger back in his hole, but he had to get the lotion out. He worked quickly, coating his finger in water and pushing it into and out of his hole. He did this multiple times. The more lotion he took out, the more his hole began to hurt as it only had water to lube it. Eventually Harry was done. He finished cleaning himself and got out of the shower. He got dressed and made his way to his first class. He had missed breakfast.
After dinner that evening, Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat doing homework in the common room.
“Harry”, Hermione whispered. There were a few students in the common room and she didn’t want to be over heard. “Why didn’t you come down for breakfast? Does it have something to do with Nicolas Flammel? Did you find out who he is?”
“Oh, um…no. I was just, um, taking care of something”.
“Hermione!” A loud voice said behind them. “You don’t go around asking guys what their on about in the wee hours of the mornin’!” Fred bellowed.
“Have some class Hermione! Why else would he wait for everyone to leave before getting out of bed!” George added. “Can’t anyone get some privacy anymore?”
Hermione gaped at them; cheeks flushed, and stomped away to the girl’s dormitory.
Fred rested his arm on Harry’s shoulder. George sat on the arm of Ron’s fluffy chair. “Starting a bit early are we Harry?” Fred said, smirk on his face.
“What do you mean early? You and I started when we were ten”. George stated, grinning at his twin.
“Ah, you may have started when you were ten, but I started at nine. Anyway Harry,” Fred turned back to look at the small boy. “There’s nothing wrong with getting your rocks off, but most people just pull round their curtains, use a simple silencing spell, and do it in their bed”.
“Yeah, no need to get up mate. Just like our little Ronnikins”, George said.
At that Ron blushed and threw a throw pillow at his brother.
The twins got up and left, laughing as they went.
“Don’t listen to them mate, they just want to embarrass us”, said Ron.
“…Yeah”. Harry replied, not really understanding the conversation. At first he thought they were talking about what Harry was really doing that morning, even though you’re not supposed to talk about it. Then again the Twins always talk about stuff they shouldn’t. Then they said he could do it in bed, and that didn’t make sense so Harry came to the realization that they were talking about something else. Something that the twins have been doing since they were nine and ten, something Ron was also doing. What was it? If it isn’t cleaning out your hole, what could it be? Harry thought that whatever it was, he probably wasn’t doing it. He wanted to ask, but Ron got angry when the twins brought it up. He’ll just have to ask the Headmaster about this too.
When it was almost eight o’clock, Harry went up to his dorm to put on his robe and saw a manila envelope lying on his bed. Harry opened the clasp and reached in and touched the edge of a magazine. He pulled it out halfway and immediately pushed it back in. He looked around, but there was nobody in the dorm room. There were a few people taking showers, but he decided it was safe. He pulled the magazine all the way out and read the small note taped to the front. It read:
If you need any help in the mornings you can borrow my friend here. This one’s helped me and George a lot through the years and we thought you could give it a good home. Sorry that some of the pages are a little stuck together, you know how it is.
Yours truly,
Fred
Harry did not know how it was. Is this what they had been talking about? Reading dirty magazines in the morning? Harry ripped the note off the cover of the porno and was greeted with a very busty blond witch with no clothes on. She winked up at Harry and blew him a kiss. Harry blushed and felt his penis tingle. He quickly stashed it under his pillow and put on his robe. He’d look at the magazine for a few minutes later and return it. It’s not that he didn’t like what he saw. He liked it very much in fact. He just felt odd ogling the pretty woman, like it was a violation somehow. And he didn’t need more than a day to look through it either. Why would they think he wanted to look at a dirty book every single morning? Wouldn’t it eventually get boring? It just didn’t add up.
When he arrived at the Headmaster’s office he said the password and knocked on the door.
“Come in”.
Harry did. He wasn’t hugging the doorframe this time. He had asked to be here.
“Ah Harry, there you are”.
“I’m sorry I’m late professor”, Harry said.
“Not at all, my boy. It’s still five minutes to eight”.
“Oh, okay”. Harry decided he would ask about the magazine first. “Sir, I wanted to ask-“
“Hold on a moment Harry”. The headmaster cut in, holding a hand up. “I think I should set some rules before we begin”.
“Rules? What kind of rules?” Harry was confused. Was Dumbledore saying he had to get his homework done before they started or something? He had already completed his homework for tomorrow’s classes before he came down. What else could it be?
“Don’t look so worried, my boy. It’s nothing bad. I just think it would be best to have each of our little…sessions start the same way. I think first we should begin by having you strip off your clothing. Yes, I think that having you remove your clothing once the door closes, would be the best way to start each night”.
He had to strip? Right here in the office? Right now, with the Headmaster watching? He couldn’t!
“What’s wrong Harry? You didn’t expect to keep your clothes on? How would I clean that hole of yours with fabric in the way?”
“No, I- I mean I know I need to take off my trousers, like last time, but…um, everything else too?”
“Yes Harry, cleaning out a hole can get a little messy sometimes, as you can probably imagine. It would be much easier with all your clothes removed”, Dumbledore said.
“Oh, yeah. I guess your right”.
“Now enough talk, please precede my boy”. Dumbledore said patiently. He wasn’t feeling very patient though. He sat down at his desk and pretended he wasn’t paying any attention to the boy.
“Alright sir”, Harry said before removing his robe. He turned around, facing the door and pulled down his trousers next. Then he pulled his jumper up over his head and then his under shirt. He sat on the floor and undid his shoes, pulling them off with his socks. He stood back up and hesitated at the waistband of his Y-fronts. He looked over his shoulder at the Headmaster who appeared to be reading some document on his desk. He pulled down his briefs.
Dumbledore glimpsed up often at the beautiful young boy standing at the door to his office. With each layer of clothing removed from his pet, his cock grew under his robes. When we saw those perfectly rounded ass globes, he got up. “Harry, turn around. The boy did, his hands covering his crotch. The old man hadn’t had the opportunity to see his pet’s penis the last time, and now he was hungry for the site of it. “Remove your hands Harry. There’s no need to be embarrassed. You’re here to learn more about cleaning your asshole, it’s medical. I’m sure you don’t have a problem allowing your muggle doctor to see you nude” Dumbledore explained.
Harry knew the Headmaster was right. It was just so…humiliating. He slowly removed his hands from covering his crotch and placed them at his sides. Harry waited. And waited. They stood there for a good minute like that. The headmaster didn’t say anything. Why isn’t he saying anything? Harry was getting more and more embarrassed as the time crawled by.
At the first site of the boy’s young member, Dumbledore nearly fainted. It took effort to keep his face relaxed and passive. On the inside Dumbledore was elated. This was too good to be true. He couldn’t have prayed for a better outcome. He would have thought the boy would be an average size. It never even crossed his mind to hope. Imagine all the fun he could have. Imagine the mind games, the torture, the submission he could inflict upon this boy. You see, for his age, Harry’s penis was just so…tiny. This boy was truly made for him. Harry Potter was going to be his perfect submissive pet.
After a while of the Headmaster just looking at him, at his penis, he finally spoke. The Headmaster looked Harry in the eyes and said, “My boy, we need to have a very serious talk”. Harry began to panic. Ever since he had been able to clothe himself, Harry had only ever been naked in front of his doctor. It was very worrying that the only other person to see him naked had just declared that they needed to have a serious talk with him.
“My boy, please follow me”. Dumbledore said, leading the way thru his bedroom door. Dumbledore opened another door, on the side of the bed opposite the bathroom, and entered. It was his sitting room and adjoining kitchen. Dumbledore walked over to the fireplace and cast incindio to warm the room. By the fireplace there was a small loveseat and a wing chair separated by a coffee table. Dumbledore sat in the wingchair and motioned for Harry to take the couch.
It was odd to sit on a couch naked. Especially with another person sitting across from you, fully clothed, staring. When the Headmaster didn’t speak up, Harry prompted. “Um, Professor?”.
“Harry, I do apologize. This will be as awkward for me to say as I’m sure it will be for you to hear, but I really must” Dumbledore began. “You now know that it is a common practice to clean out your hole, and that’s what you have come here tonight for, but I must put that aside for now and tell you another very important thing that I’m quite sure you have no knowledge about. Before I do that I must know, and I know this is rude but…Harry, my dear boy, how big are you?”
“Sir? My height?”
“Your length. Have you ever measured your penis, Harry?”
“N-no, sir. But what does this have to do-“
“Harry, I must insist we measure it before we begin. I will explain everything afterward”.
“O-okay”. The Headmaster took out his wand and cast a spell that made a ruler appear out of thin air. The man took the ruler and placed it at the base of his penis and measured Harry’s manhood. The headmaster then took the ruler, tapped it with his wand, and it vanished.
Dumbledore looked directly into Harry’s eyes, trying to look as apologetic as possible and said, “I regret to inform you, Harry, that currently your penis is only an inch in length. Most boys your age are already two and a half to three inches along. Do you know what that means?”
“That I have some growing to do?” Harry said, not understanding what the big deal was. Okay so he was a little small, so what? It’s not like he’ll never grow. He hadn’t even hit puberty yet.
“Well maybe, maybe not. You see if you aren’t at least three inches by the time you’re thirteen, well…well we can check to see how you will progress. Let’s do that, shall we?”
The Headmaster tapped his wand to the tip of Harry’s limp member and recited the required spell. Harry saw a group of dots of different colors, but had no idea what anything meant.
Dumbledore pretended to stare hard at the colorful dots his spell created. In all honesty it was just a spell to create random dots of color. It was very popular at wizarding parties forty or so years ago. “Hmm, this is rather odd” Dumbledore said, still staring at the dots, “but maybe I’ve made some kind of mistake. Let’s try again”. The man said, canceling the spell. He touched the tip of Harry’s penis with his wand, but kept it there a little longer this time and said the spell again. Different dots of color popped into existence. Dumbledore stared at them a while, then turned back to Harry. “No, it appears I hadn’t made a mistake. Harry my spell told me your penis won’t reach three inches by the time your thirteen” Dumbledore said before banishing the dots.
Harry was beyond confused. He still didn’t know why this was so important. Why should it matter that his penis was a little small? Harry looked down at himself. Was his penis really that small that the Headmaster had to mention it? It looked fine to him.
Dumbledore watched the boy as he inspected his own penis. It was obvious that he still didn’t know the gravity of the situation, well more like the gravity of what Dumbledore was going to fabricate. The man looked down at the young boy’s penis again; it was hard to take his eyes off. It looked delicious. It was tiny and wrapped up in its foreskin. Hardly any wizarding families left their sons uncircumcised, so this was even more of a treat. He wanted to peel the skin back and look at the head. Would he find some leftover smegma perhaps? Had the boy even started masturbating yet? If he had, Dumbledore had to put an end to it immediately.
Dumbledore cleared his throat and began, “My dear boy, it is my displeasure to inform you of some of the customs of the Wizarding world that you are still very unfamiliar with. I don’t know if this matters to muggles, but in wizarding society there are certain laws in place that must be withheld, even by wizards who are muggleborn or those raised by muggles”. Dumbledore looked Harry in the eye at that. “You see in the 1800’s wizards had a higher status in society than witches. They could buy and sell land for instance. They could vote and partake in other legal actions. Witches were seen more as objects that wizards had to further their status. The more witches that a wizard purchased,” At a look from Harry, Dumbledore explained, “Yes my boy, witches were commodities, something to be bought and sold just like land. Witches had to obey their wizard’s commands and there was a restriction on their magic. Wizards could decide what spells they could and couldn’t cast. Witches had to wear a silver collar to show that they were owned. And wizards needn’t marry them either. They were viewed as one step above a house elf. They were body-slaves. The more witches a wizard had, the higher his status, as well as the amount of land he had and so forth. So I’m betting you can guess which gender wizarding parents were trying for? Men, Harry. Every Wizard wanted to have sons so they could be successful in society. If a Wizard ended up with too many daughters, he may have decided to kill a few off. This was a common practice, a real tragedy. Sometimes a Wizard would kill every single daughter he had until he received a male heir as his first born child. So now, what do you think happened to the female population?”
“It, umm, decreased?” Harry said. He still had no idea what this history lesson had to do with the size of his penis, but he didn’t want to be rude. Especially to the man who had helped him out so much already.
“Exactly, Harry. There soon became less and less witches for wizards to acquire. And the wizards weren’t too pleased about that so they thought up a new law. The Minister for Magic at the time decreed that all males whose members were below a certain height on a scale he called the Length Line, would be treated as if they were women when they turned thirteen. This means they were objects that could be bought and sold just like any other witch. Do you have any questions?”
“Yes sir. Er, that law can’t still be around though, right? I mean witches are treated equally now”.
“You’re right, witches are treated equally, but some relics of the old laws still remain. The wizarding world doesn’t change its laws very often; this isn’t usually a problem as it’s very rare to have a wizard nowadays who is below the length line. I believe there was a student at this school, when I attended who was only a millimeter below”. Dumbledore shook his head sadly. “it was a shame, but he too had to follow the law”.
“The Length Law can’t still be the same though sir! That was the 1800’s! There are lots of witches now!” Harry exclaimed.
“That’s true my boy, but I still haven’t finished explaining. Please be patient”, Dumbledore said. “The Length Law has been revised a few times throughout history. At first it said that any thirteen year old wizard who’s length was one inch or smaller would be treated as if he were a witch. The problem was that there were very few thirteen year old boys who were that small, so they changed it to two inches or smaller, then again to three inches thirty years later. Nowadays, thirteen year old wizards are almost always four inches, some are a little smaller, but it is exceedingly rare for a thirteen year old to be only three inches in length. Now like I said, the law has changed a few times over the years. At first, the boys who were below the Length Line, they called them poofs which is where that word derived from, were fully owned property, just like witches. As the times changed and witches began to have rights, the poofs remained as they were. The female population was increasing again and as they did and started being able to own land and have other rights, wizards didn’t want to give up their body slaves. There was a war between the wizards who thought witches should remain possessions and the ones who thought they should have rights. The Minister for magic came up with a compromise. He would permit witches to have the rights they desired and in return the wizards could keep their poofs. Poofs were already very rare and any wizard who had one was seen as a very powerful person. For a time, poofs were treated even worse than they had been, worse than when they were equal to women. They were not allowed clothes. If they were in public, they usually wore some form of loincloth. They were not allowed to speak. They were not allowed to work, not even house choirs, as their masters liked to keep them looking pristine at all times”.
Harry looked down at a few small calluses on his hands. Was the Headmaster going to tell him that he was going to be a…a poof or whatever? No way, that’s crazy! It’s the 90’s for goodness sake!
“After a while, poofs began to be treated a lot better”, Dumbledore said. “In the late 1800’s the law changed again and poofs were also given rights. Not as many as the rest of the wizarding world, but quite a lot. They still could not own land, but they could vote. They no longer had masters but guardians. They could wear clothes as well; however they must wear female attire. The law stated that any young wizard below the Length Line (three inches) at the age of thirteen will need to be under the care of a ‘guardian’. An individual who claimed the poof as their own by submitting documentation to the ministry proving that their ward is indeed under the Length Line. The guardian must then support and care for the poof in exchange for the poof’s company, until the guardian no longer requires the poof’s services. If a boy is not yet thirteen, but a wizard believes him to be a future poof, that wizard needs to submit documentation proving that a length prediction spell was used and the boy will end up being under the Length Line at thirteen. That wizard will need to train and prepare the future poof for when he’s thirteen”. Dumbledore stood up from his chair and looked away from Harry. “I’m afraid that law exists to this day. I know this might be a lot for you to process at the moment, but I want you to know that I’m here for you”, Dumbledore finished.
Harry didn’t know what to say. His whole life had been ruined with that one talk. Maybe, maybe this was a dream, or maybe…no, the Headmaster was honest with him. This wasn’t one of Fred and George’s jokes. “Professor, does that mean you…” Harry couldn’t finish. He didn’t want to say it. The Headmaster came to his rescue.
“I am going to be your guardian, yes. You’re eleven years old, will be twelve next July. I need to start preparing you for your new life with me” Dumbledore said, resting his hands on Harry’s naked shoulders. “I know that you probably never thought you were going to end up with a man much older than your father, but Harry if I don’t claim you now, what do you think will happen? What if Voldemort were to find out about your new status and claim you before I could? I just wish for you to have the best and most fulfilling life possible”.
Harry could see the headmaster had tears in his eyes. Harry felt bad. He knew Dumbledore didn’t really want to have to take care of him. He was too kind. He was willing to save him from someone who wished to hurt him. Harry got up and gave his Headmaster a hug. He was still very much naked, but it didn’t seem to matter much at the moment. “I’m sorry professor. I didn’t know I was abnormal. I don’t want to cause you any trouble”. His uncle and aunt had been right. He was a freak.
Dumbledore could feel the young boy’s naked body pressed against his robes. He wrapped his arms around his small frame. He was so happy that Harry was going to be all his that he couldn’t stop the tears. He couldn’t help thinking about all the things he was going to do to the boy! He conjured a tissue box and cleaned himself up. He had work to do.
“Alright, first things first, I need to send a letter to the ministry alerting them about your future status”. He took some parchment and wrote a little something on it. He didn’t let Harry see that he had addressed it to a broken down cottage in the middle of nowhere. He gave it to Fawks, and off she went. The man turned back to his new pet. “Don’t fret Harry; nobody needs to know about your future status, it’s being kept confidential”.
Harry let out a breath. Well, at least there’s that.
“Now my boy, let us go to the bathroom so we can begin what you had come here for”.
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Sorry this chapter was so boring and sorry for the long-ass history lesson that I'm sure nobody asked for. None of it was planned. I swear I have no authority over anything that happens in this story anymore. It has a mind of its own. Btw I think I’m going to write another fanfiction at a later date where the Length Law is actually a real thing, not just something Dumblebumble made up, and Harry is the property of someone. Probably either Lucius or Snape.
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