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The Life of a Mudblood: After the War	By : Emery_Lance Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 18353 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Jessie woke with a start and cried out as she landed on the floor. She looked up and Harry was looking down at her, his eyes cold and emotionless. “Mudblood whores DO NOT sleep in my bed” he snarled. He swung his feet over the edge of the bed and stood up, kicking her as he made his way to a door on the opposite side of the room. He waved his hand as he opened the door, and a small dog bed appeared beside his bed. “That is where you sleep” he growled as he left the room. Jessie whimpered and moved over to the corner.
Jessie looked over the bed, spotting a window. It appeared to be early morning. She stood up and walked slowly over so she could look out. When she finally made her way over, she saw what appeared to be a small village. She could see the people walking around, stopping every once in a while to talk.
Jessie didn't know how long she stood there, but without warning she felt herself being slammed against the glass, and the now clothed body of Harry pushing against her “You want to be out there, free, don't you” he growled. Jessie whimpered, but did not answer him. She cried out as he flung her to the floor. “You want to whimper like a dog, that is what you will be” he said coldly.
Jessie tried to move away, but was too slow as Harry quickly fastened a collar around her neck. He attached a leash to it and began walking toward the other door in the room. When Jessie didn't move, Harry jerked the leash, causing the collar to tighten around Jessie’s throat. She gasp for air and began to crawl, hoping to loosen the collar.
Harry brought her into a long hallway with stone floors. As soon as she saw the stone, Jessie stood up and began to walk. Looking behind him and seeing her, Harry sneered. He stopped walking and turned to her, shoving her hard, causing her to fall. “Dogs don't walk on two legs” he said, simply as he turned and began walking again, pulling her with him.
Jessie whimpered as the cold hard stone bit into her knees as she crawled behind him. The hallway was too long, in her opinion, and by the time they made it to a stone staircase her knees were raw. Harry began to descend the stairs quickly. Too quickly. In trying to keep up with him, on her sore knees, Jessie lost her balance, falling down the last half dozen steps.
Tears began to fall down Jessie’s face, but Harry just laughed. He continued walking, half dragging her, as she tried to regain her balance on her hands and knees. Jessie lowered her head in shame as she saw people milling around the halls. She felt more tears falling down her face as she heard a group of what she assumed were teenagers, laughing. After another long hallway, Harry opened a large door leading outside.
Harry pulled roughly on her leash, making her go out the door with him. It was still early, and there was a nip in the morning air. Jessie’s face turned a deep crimson in embarrassment, as she felt her nipples begin to harden. Harry continued, pulling her down a gravel driveway. By the time they were half way down the driveway, her knees had begun to bleed. Jessie finally felt a sliver of relief as he veered off the gravel into the grass.
About a foot from the gravel was a small dog house. It was only large enough for a medium sized dog, but Harry tied the leash to a pole a few feet away from it. Without speaking he walked away. She watched him, leaving her there, her mouth open in shock. “Please” she called after him. “Please don't leave me here!” Harry didn't respond, or even look back at her as he made his way into the village.
Jessie hung her head in defeat and crawled toward the doghouse, with the intentions of crawling in, to hide herself. Less than a foot away the collar pulled. She wasn't close enough. Jessie sat down and felt around the collar, wanting to take it off. She couldn't find the buckle anywhere around her neck. Covering her face, she began to cry. She didnt know how long she cried, but eventually she fell asleep.
When Jessie next woke, the sun was high in the sky. Her head was pounding so she began to rub her temples. Looking up she saw children playing. They were throwing a quaffle between them, paying her no mind. She could hear birds chirping and saw puffy white clouds in the sky. It was turning out to be a beautiful day, yet for Jessie, all the beauty seemed to be gone from the world.
Jessie rubbed her stomach as it began to growl. ‘I guess he was serious, when he said I would be treated like a dog’ she thought to herself, ‘but even dogs get fed, right?’ She sat there, trying to cover herself as she heard a small popping sound. Fizzy was standing there holding what looked like dog bowls. Without a word the house elf put the bowls on the ground. One contained what looked like water, but she wasnt sure what was in the other bowl. It looked almost like cereal without milk, but Jessie seriously doubted it.
Finally Fizzy spoke “Master says miss must eat and drink like a doggie. Master will know if miss doesnt.” And with that statement there was a small pop, and Fizzy was gone. Jessie grumbled to herself and looked at the bowls. She scoffed to herself and moved to pick up the water bowl, with full intentions of drinking it like a normal person. As soon as she picked it up off the ground a small shock went through her hands. She yelped, dropping the bowl. “FUCK!” she screamed in frustration as almost all the water spilled out.
Getting on her knees she winced, but leaned down over the bowles. She lapped a bit of the water in her mouth, expecting another shock. When it didnt come, she lapped at it again. She growled, pissed off at the situation, but was resigned to eat and drink like a dog to avoid losing the food and the rest of the water. She moved over to the food bowl, taking a piece of the food in her mouth. As she chewed it she screwed up her face. “FUCKING DOG FOOD, YOU BASTARD!?!?!?!” she screamed. She hit the bowl, sending the food flying across the grass.
Jessie finished lapping up the last bit of the water and sat back down. Not even a minute later she saw Harry walking up the drive, toward the house. He stopped when he saw the food on the ground and laughed. The laugh was so evil it sent chills down her spine. “You will grow to love it, or die of starvation” he said, untying her leash from the pole. “Never” she hissed.
Jessie saw stars as Harry slapped her across the face. Before she could regain her bearings he began dragging her up the drive toward the house. “Lets go” he said, impatiently. “I have a meeting and if you cause me to be late, you wont eat for a week” he said. Jessie moved as quickly as she could, her shins beginning to bleed from being dragged across the gravel. “During meetings your place is under the table. Keep my guests happy, or else” he said, not elaborating.
He continued to drag Jessie inside and down another long hall. Finally they got to a short hall that was carpeted. He made his way quickly to a door at the end and opened it, pulling her inside. The floor inside was hard wood, seemingly oak. There was nothing in the room other than a long table, seating about twenty people, and the same amount of chairs. He took the leash off of Jessie and shoved her under the table. “Keep them happy” he said again, as the room began to fill.
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