Mi'lord is No One's Pet

When he had first seen it, it had been digging through the rubbish bins behind a seedy pub, looking for scraps to eat, and all the sudden Harry had been transported back to his youth. To the years before Hogwarts. When he saw Mi’lord, underfed and so skinny he could see the outline of the creature's hip bones jutting out from its skin, Harry found himself approaching it and removing the roast beef from the sandwich he had just purchased for his lunch before fully realizing what he was doing.Then the next day, he found himself repeating the process. He had even ordered extra roast beef, from the café on Diagon Alley so that he didn’t have to eat a sandwich consisting of only bread, lettuce, mayonnaise, and cheese.It became a routine. Something almost ritualistic after that.He should’ve known then, when came the day that he placed that whole roast beef sandwich on the ground between them and forewent his lunch that day, that this relationship—dynamic, whatever you call it—was not one of equals.

I don't know if I'll write more of this. I might write more of it. Maybe just one more part from Tom's Pov. But this idea has the potential of turning into a full-blown multi-chapter fic & I want to avoid that because I can't let myself get distracted from my current writing project (Unspeakables, Dark Lords, Time-Travelers, Oh My!). But I really do love this premise. So you might see me making it into a series of disconnect one shots. Idk.