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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: Alright, well, my muse died on everything but this story. I hope you enjoy. Without further ado, on we go.)
Last time:
Despite the size, he was able to cause chaos, leaving bits of pure black fur all over the place.
As the last full moon of the month set in the west, an exhausted adolescent wolf was curled in a ball on his bed in Number Four, Privet Drive. Except for his trunk, a few of his school things that had been hidden in it, and the stuff he always hid under the loose floorboard, Harry’s room was trashed. It was hard to believe that such a small wolf could cause such damage; however, the wolf in question wasn’t conscious enough to care. Three nights of painful transformations had worn his body out, and he had been forced to break down the door his second night so that he could have some food. The high metabolism and little food meant that Harry as the wolf would be sleeping well until noon.
Had Harry been conscious of his surroundings, his keen wolf nose would have caught the scent of frozen blood and graveyards. His ears would have caught the sound of light feet upon the roof as two figures paced near-silently atop it.
One figure was tall, at least six feet. He had black eyes, pasty face, red lips and brown hair. He wore a red/black exercise outfit, with a hood that he never wore. The most remarkable thing about him was the leathery bat wings covered in dense gray fur that towered over his head. Even the obvious sword that lay between those wings wasn’t as impressive.
The other was much less impressive, with a height of only 5’5’’. He had black hair, blue eyes, pale face and red lips. He wore a regular red/black t-shirt and jeans. This figure possessed no wings, though he did have a sword strapped to his back as well. His eyes were always trained upon the other, with a look of reverence on his face.
As the two paced, watching and waiting for the moon to set, another creature flapped in. Where the other two were dark haired, this one had red hair and red furred wings. She was also red eyed, and her lips bore little natural color. Her clothes were that of a fighting witch: loose robes with no trailing edges, belted tight with a leather belt.
The female stated in a whispering voice “There is nothing to report: our shields are holding, and the old Goat and Snake notice nothing.” She gave the taller male a half-bow, showing respect but not being subservient. After all, she was as much his equal as the shorter male was his servant.
The black winged one nodded, then said “Very good, Tara.” Tara smirked slightly, and settled down on the roof. She didn’t need to pace to observe everything around her. Such as the fact that she could hear the slow pounding of the wolf’s heart below, or see the wing on a moth across the street. She was a far better spy then any human male.
The short one said in a slight whine “But Sir Lyack, why didn’t we take the boy out before Nails got to him?” Lyack glared at the other male, his wings spreading slightly in warning. They had had this conversation before, and he was truly beginning to get fed up with the non-winged one.
However, it was Tara who answered “Because, Ryan, the boy would have been noticed if he had disappeared during the school year, and in the summer, the wards prevented us from entering; despite the fact that we have yet to drain the life of an innocent.”
Ryan flinched briefly, before nodding. They had been watching the child for years, as it had been said the so called savior of the wizarding world would eventually lead a pack of Submissives to bring down the Dominants of the government. He had seen the poor cub go through torment after torment, but had been restricted by his elders in saving the child as he would have any other youngster who was being abused and neglected by their family.
For the three vampires, whose breeding was very limited, children were precious. Thus they had built an orphanage of sorts to protect the mortal young whose family treated them poorly. It was against their very nature to leave any child in the grips of abusive relatives, or to turn a blind eye when a werewolf stalked a child to turn them through twisted means. The only comfort any of them had was that they would get the boy out today, once the wolf was dormant once more.
Unfortunately for Ryan, that meant he wouldn’t be able to help, as he had to leave before the sun rose. Bowing to the elder two vampires in subservient respect, he dashed off lightly, to seek refuge in a nearby house he had commandeered for the summer. The owners had gone on vacation at the beginning of summer, so there was no threat there; especially as Ryan would be away before the next dawning.
Lyack and Tara flapped down to the front door, curling their wings about them like a cape of sorts. Both looked incongruous in the plain neighborhood of Privet Drive, but were quite comfortable in any magical setting. Still, they had a half-hour to wait before the sun started to rise, allowing them entrance to the house without awakening the wolf within.
***
Several hours later, around 11:55 A.M.
Harry groaned softly as he awoke, rubbing his aching head. He felt almost as bad as that one time he’d gotten into Vernon’s liquor cabinet at the age of 5. The only difference between this time and that: was that he only had to deal with a hangover feeling, without it being coupled with a lashed back.
Grabbing his glasses, he looked around, noting the mess he’d made of his room. Sighing, he reflected that the werewolf transformation was going to be hell if this was what he had to expect each month. Grumbling, he slipped into the nearest clothes that weren’t filthy or torn, and headed downstairs to find some grub.
Hopping the second step, he paused as his nose caught an odd scent. Falling into a crouch, he crept further into the downstairs area. He had a feeling that he wasn’t alone, and it was something that was getting his hackles up. After all, he quite distinctly remembered the Dursleys running for their lives; that, and the fact that he’d been alone for three nights, suggested he’d been abandoned by the world. Therefore, there should be no one in the house legitimately.
With that ominous thought in his mind, he started to creep down the hallway, listening intently for any sounds. He stopped before the living room door, and glanced in. There he saw the most intriguing sight. Two people, a man and a woman, were sitting drinking tea. Besides the fact that they should not be there, they had an addition most humans did not: wings. The man had black bat wings, and reminded him of Snape; the woman had red, furry wings whose species he could not really distinguish. One other thing that Harry noticed was that the male, who was facing the door, was looking straight at him even as he drank his tea.
Harry blinked, feeling a shiver go up his spine at that unblinking stare. He would have backed away, perhaps gone to lock himself in his room, but the figure motioned him forward. Despite trying to resist the urge to walk forward, he soon found himself standing in the living room. To make up for his surprise and anxiousness, he put on a brave front. He growled slightly as he spoke “Who are you, and what are you doing in the house?”
Lyack noted that the teen said ‘the house’ instead of ‘my house’. He hid a sigh, and glanced at Tara, who spoke up “I am Tara, this is Lyack. We’re making sure that the wards around the house stay up until we can relocate you to a safer home.” Lyack blinked, and rolled his eyes. Ever abrupt was his companion, even when the rescuee needed a calmer tone.
Harry gazed with barely concealed shock, looking from one to the other with his eyes. A safer home? Did they mean a home that was safe from the Dursley's, or from old Tommy boy? Either way, they were a bit late on both counts, and the fact that they had come before the one's who cared for him only added fuel to his already angry mind. He bared his teeth, and snarled “A safe home? Why was I not offered this a year ago, FIVE years ago?! Why now, when everyone has abandoned me, do you two show up? Plus having the nerve to tell me I'm being moved, without my consent, as if I were some piece of luggage!” His eyes, so close to the end of his “month” started glowing amber as his anger started to overflow.
Lyack glared at the young wolf teen, and said in a voice dripping with venom “Sit down, now, before you dig yourself in any deeper. We couldn't get you out before, because the wards repelled us. And when you weren't in the ward's safe area, you were watched to closely to be rescued without attracting attention. Right now, we are keeping our own, mimicry wards up that hides the fact that your no good relatives have permanently left. Once the wards go down, it will only be a matter of hours before either the Goat or the Snake comes searching for you. Now, once you have packed, we can transport you out of here for your own safety. Once there, we will explain the rest to you.”
Tara smirked at Lyack's spiel; like the others of their coven, he had been biting at the bit to rescue this youngling. That it had taken so long had driven them all a little bananas. However, she had to pay a little more attention to the situation at hand, as she was soon sent up with Harry to make sure he got all his items packed away and had his shrunken trunk in a pocket and his wand on a wrist holster that she presented him with.
Harry's mind was whirling at how fast things were moving. Checking the clock before leaving the house with the two (who he assumed were social workers of some description), he noticed that it was 12:45 p.m., and that not even an hour had passed since he had woken up. Then Lyack was Apperating him away, while Tara stayed to keep the wards up for another few hours.
Once he got over the feeling of being pushed through a straw, he looked about. He noticed that they were in a large meadow, surrounded by evergreen trees and that the temperature had noticeably decreased from Privet Drive. He then noticed the building; it was huge, rivaling Hogwarts in sheer size. However, despite its massive appearance, it was not a castle but a giant manor. Instead of being made out of cold, gray stone, the walls were a lovely brick; the roof tops were black boards instead of shingles, except for the tower roofs.
Lyack said softly “This will be your home, for as long as you need it. Welcome, Harry Potter, to the Home of the Forgotten.” There was a definite sad note to his voice, and Harry sighed mentally. He got the feeling, honestly, that this was the last line, where those who were abandoned purposely went; the threat that Aunt Marge had always given had come true. It was obviously an orphanage of some description. It was going to be a very hard couple of months till school started.
***
Some 27 days later
Draco sighed, and glared at the younger child in front of him. She wasn't older than 9, and had been there since birth. Like so many of the orphans in this place, she was a squib that had been banished by her uptight pure-blood family. Still, she was annoyingly cheerful, and had tried on many occasions to get Draco to play. Each time he had turned her down, still having been unable to give up his pure-blood training, despite having been there for nearly twenty days.
His mother had brought him there when it was splashed over the front page that the so called savior had gone missing. As Draco had already been targeted to be a punishment for his parents, his mother had taken him to the orphanage to get protection from what was expected of him. The only problem was, he wasn't allowed to leave, and there were so many children who were either squibs or mudbloods who had been abandoned by heartless parents for not living up to their expectations. Spoon fed these prejudices, Draco had done his best to push the 'scum' away without outright bullying.
This persistent nine year old though had pushed him over his limit, and he had sneered hateful and cruel things at her. Despite having never been fully exposed to pure-blood families, she had known exactly what he had been saying and started sniffling and weeping slightly. It was this that caused him to glare at her, and one of the older orphans to pull him away sharply while another soothed the little squib.
The older teen hissed in Draco's ear “I hate perfect little princes, apples of their parents eye and all that shit. Your dorm-mates are sick of your attitudes, and the little ones are becoming discouraged. Now, we can't push you out the door, but we can put you in the one dormitory who only has a single occupant.” With that, the older boy pulled Draco out the door of the rec room and down the hall to the one door they had all been told to avoid.
Draco could see that the door was locked and barred from the outside, and he gulped. What monster were they keeping in here? He didn't have time to worry any longer as the door was quickly unbarred, unlocked, opened and he was shoved inside with the door slamming closed behind him. He looked around, noting that there was little enough in the room: a bed, a wardrobe, a desk and chair, a door to an en suite bathroom, and a cage of sorts in the corner.
Draco blinked, then looked again; yes that was a cage, and yes there was a person in said cage. Though, who it was surprised him; he reached for the door, but was stopped as a pair of amber-green eyes locked with his. A rough, growl voice snarled “Those bastards; using me to punish you. Stupid idiots...you too, Malfoy. Next time don't bully the cubs.” Draco couldn't react to that, as he was in a state of shock that Harry fucking Potter, chained like a mad dog in a cage, was in this orphanage, no longer the image of a perfect prince that Draco had always thought he was.
(End AN: Sorry it took so long. I had a BAD case of writer's block. Please R&R)
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