Chapter 5
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Harry groaned when he entered the library and found Nagini lounging in front of the fire. He wasn't scared of the massive snake, but he also didn't want to hear more about Voldemort's big penis.
Nagini raised her large head, flicking her tongue as she tasted air. "Why have you not mated with my master, do you not like a big penis? Maybe, if you ask nicely, he will use his magic stick to make his penis smaller."
Harry thought about leaving the library, but he was going to be here for a while so he didn't want to get on Nagini's bad side. "I'm not going to mate with your master."
"Does his scales not please you? Master would make a very fine mate, he is very powerful and everyone fears him."
"I know everyone fears him, but he killed my parents."
"Then your parents should have been stronger." Nagini said simply.
Harry tried not to feel hurt over what Nagini said, he knew that snakes weren't like humans, they didn't think the same or feel the same. "Would you mate with a snake that killed someone you loved?"
"Yes, by killing he has proved to me that he is strong and worthy of siring my hatchlings. Nagini desires only the best in a mate, as should you, hatchling. You have a lot of magic, just like my master, you will make lovely hatchlings together."
The book Harry had just picked up slipped from his fingers. "I-I can't have hatchlings...I mean babies. I'm not a girl."
Nagini started hissy laughing. "You are such a silly hatchling. Filthy muggles can't help you make hatchlings, but master can. Master's seed is..."
"Nagini, enough traumatizing the boy." Voldemort barked out. "Out, you perverted beast. I left a surprise for you in the garden."
"Is it the rat man? Nagini asked hopefully. "Did you make him juicy and tender for me?"
Voldemort shook his head in disgust. "I don't understand why you wish to eat Wormtail, he's filthier than a muggle."
"He's a man, but also a rat, that makes him two meals in one."
Voldemort pinched the bridge of his nose. "It's not Wormtail, it's a young doe."
Harry watched in horror as Nagini took off out the door. "You're feeding her a baby deer?"
"Not a baby." Voldemort corrected. "She's about a year old, one of Fenrir's wolves found her on the side of the road, a muggle vehicle stuck her and broke both her front legs. They brought her here for Nagini to put her out of her suffering."
Harry felt bad for the poor doe, but at least her suffering would be over soon. "Can I ask you a question?" He asked awkwardly.
Voldemort could feel a migraine coming on, he had a feeling he knew what the brat's question was going to be about. "Yes, Potter, with the help of potions and spells, wizards can become pregnant, but you are a submissive Neko, so you will be able to conceive naturally."
Harry felt all the color leave his face. Could a muggle get him pregnant? What was he going to do next summer when he was back on the streets? He didn't want to get pregnant at sixteen. "If I had... I mean, could a muggle..."
"No, Potter, even with the help of potions and a creature submissive inheritance, a muggle won't be able to impregnate you. Magic from the father is needed in all male pregnancies in order to conceive."
Harry relaxed at hearing that. That was good, at least he wouldn't have to worry about that. Hopefully next summer he would only have to be out on the streets until his seventeenth birthday. He didn't think Dumbledore could force him back to his relatives after he turned seventeen.
Yawning, Harry took a seat on one of the soft couches that was in the library. He really liked it in here, and he normally didn't care for libraries. There was just something calm and peaceful feeling in this room. Safe too, for some reason he felt safe here. He didn't want to delve too deep into trying to figure out why he liked this room so much, but he had a feeling it had to do with the fact that this room was thick with Voldemort's magic. The Dark Lord must spend a lot of time in his library.
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Scowling, Voldemort looked down at his wand as though it had just betrayed him. Not only had he conjured a pillow and a blanket for the brat sleeping on his couch, but he had also silenced his book so the sound of pages being turned wouldn't wake him.
What the hell was wrong with him? This was Potter for Merlin's sake, he wanted the boy dead.
Did he though? Did he truly want the boy dead now? The boy was kind of entertaining, and immensely pleasing to look at. A little too pleasing if he was being honest with himself. If he was truly being honest with himself, he would admit that he was attracted to Potter. Not only was he attracted to the boy's looks, but also his magic. The boy was incredibly powerful, as powerful as he was. Together they would be unstoppable.
Voldemort wanted to crucio himself, how could he be thinking such thoughts about Potter? Maybe Nagini was right, maybe he needed to get some. He hadn't had sex with anyone since before Potter vanquished him. Being the Dark Lord, it was hard trying to find someone he could trust enough to sleep with. Sure, Bellatrix had been throwing herself at him ever since she was seventeen, but frankly the witch terrified him. He always felt sorry for poor Rodolphus for being stuck with such a psychotic wife. The Black madness wasn't pretty.
Sighing heavily, Voldemort placed his book back on the table and just stared at the Potter boy. There was just so much to the boy, he just didn't know what to do. Technically, he couldn't kill him, not now after finding out that he was housing a piece of his soul. If he killed Potter, he would be killing that piece of himself that lodged itself in the boy when he was only fifteen months old. Did Potter having a piece of his soul now make him immortal too? That was something he was going to have to research.
Whether he liked it or not, he was now going to have to protect the boy. He wasn't sure how he was going to do it, not only was he going to have to protect the boy from the dark side, but he was also going to have to protect him from the light side. It was going to make life more difficult for him, especially with his Death Eaters constantly coming and going. He could announce to them that Potter was now under his protection, but he didn't want to risk word getting back to Dumbledore.
Feeling frustrated, he got to his feet and briskly left his library. He needed to summon Severus so he could get working on the boy's potions. The little Neko was going to have it rough for a while. There was a lot of Skele-Gro in his near future, along with a lot of nasty potions. He didn't know what Severus did, but his potions always tasted the worst. The man was a genius, so he wouldn't put it past him purposely making it so his potions were more vile than normal. Along with being a genius, the man was a sadistic bastard.
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Frowning, Severus looked up at his Lord. "These potions you're requesting, they're very strong. The nutrient potions are even stronger than the ones I made for those we broke out of Azkaban."
"They are." Voldemort agreed.
"Double strength Skele-Gro!" Severus gasped. He had never known of anyone to need double strength.
"Are you through questioning me, Severus?" Voldemort asked darkly.
"Excuse me, my Lord." Severus quickly apologized. "I was just taken by surprise. I have just never known a case where someone needed such powerful potions."
"Well, now you do. Tell me, Severus, what is going on with the Order?"
"My Lord, there really isn't anything new to report. Once again most everyone in the Order is staying at Order Headquarters, and Dumbledore has everyone pulling shifts to watch over Potter. Black, the useless wizard, is as insufferable as always. He's been demanding that they bring Harry to the headquarters now instead of after his birthday.
"Speaking of Black, I need you to get into the Black library and get me whatever books you can find on Nekos. Neko inheritances run in the Black line, there should be something about them in the Black library."
Severus was curious over the strange request, but he knew to keep his mouth shut. As far as he knew, Draco was the only minor left with Black blood in him, and he hadn't had a creature inheritance on his birthday. Lucius had been upset, he thought for sure Draco was going to inherit his veela blood.
"There is a meeting tonight, my Lord, I will see what I can find."
"If you find anything, I expect you to deliver it to me tonight."
Bowing his head, Severus turned and left before his Lord could request more of him.
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Harry tried not to fidget in his chair, but he could tell by the look on Voldemort's face that he was failing miserably. He couldn't help it, the itch was back and worse than ever. Normally it took a week or two of no contact before it got this bad.
Calmly picking up his napkin, Voldemort wiped his mouth before addressing the fidgeting boy. "Is the lasagna not to your liking, or has your itch returned?"
Face flushing in embarrassment, Harry started rubbing at his arms. "I'm sorry, it usually takes a while before it gets this bad again."
"You're approaching you inheritance, Potter, it's probably only going to get worse."
"Harry." Harry corrected. "You're allowing me to stay in your home despite wanting to kill me, I think it's alright if you call me Harry."
"Well, Harry, if you're finished, we can retire to the library and I can help you with your little itch."
Despite biting the inside of his cheeks, Harry couldn't hold his laughter back. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He was quick to apologize when he saw Voldemort's scowl deepen. "It's just, that sounded like a really cheesy pickup line."
Voldemort stood up, his eyes darkening. "Then in that case, you can just go and sniff out Wormtail to help you with your little itch."
Still grinning, Harry watched as Voldemort stormed out of the dining room. Had the Dark Lord just thrown a temper tantrum? He would be finding this fucking hilarious if it wasn't for the fact that he now had no one to help him with his itch. He could go begging to Voldemort, but he had a feeling that the man would enjoy withholding his touch just to punish him. As much as he needed it, he wasn't going to give the bastard the satisfaction.
"Mintzy is wondering if you are finished?"
Harry looked down at his mostly untouched lasagna, he felt bad for wasting it since he was the one who requested the dinner. "I'm sorry, Mintzy, I'm just not feeling very well. Can you please save it for me so I can eat it later?"
Mintzy gave a deep bow. "Mintzy is sorry you are not feeling well, is there anything that Mintzy can do for you?"
Harry knew that he wouldn't be able to go all night with this horrible itching, it was already bordering on painful. "Do you think you could possibly take me to Diagon Alley?"
Mintzy started wringing her hands. "Mintzy is not knowing. Master Voldy is saying that you are not a prisoner, but he is also not saying you can leave."
"Did he say I couldn't leave?"
"No." Mintzy answered reluctantly.
"What if you just take me to my friend's place then pick me up in two hours?" Harry pleaded desperately. "Please Mintzy, it's really starting to hurt and they'll be able to help me."
"Master Voldy can help with the pain."
"Master Voldy told me to ask Wormtail for help."
Little Mintzy screwed her face up in disgust. "Rat man is nasty and he smells really bad, Mintzy is not liking him. You is not going to rat man for help, Mintzy will take you to your friends."
Harry blew out the breath he had been holding. He had been terrified that Mintzy was going to refuse. Normally he wouldn't risk going Diagon Alley, but Fred and George were now living there above the shop they were getting ready to open. He could sneak in, snuggle with them for two hours, then sneak back out and meet up with Mintzy. He would be able to cure his itch without having to beg Voldemort, even though last night had been pretty nice laying in his lap and he had been looking forward to doing it again.
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Slipping through Diagon Alley had been easier than what Harry had been expecting, but it was dark so he had that on his side. He had been worried that he wouldn't be able to find Fred and George's shop, but he could easily spot their shop from a half a mile away. He wasn't sure if it was supposed to be a giant Fred or George over their shop door, but he guessed it didn't matter seeing as they were identical twins.
Praying that they were home, he rushed up to the door and started knocking on it since they weren't officially open yet so the door was locked. He was sure that the twins had wards around their shop to alert them when someone was knocking, they probably had Bill put them up for them.
Bouncing on the balls of feet, Harry let out a small whooping sound of excitement when he saw the lights flicker on in the shop and two identical red heads come into view. He didn't know what he would have done if they hadn't been home, he probably would have wandered into muggle London in search of a hookup. That was the last thing he wanted to do, but he wasn't going to beg Voldemort.
The second George opened the door, Harry threw himself at him. He was so desperate for touch that he didn't care if Fred and George thought he was nutters.
"Hey, Fredrick, look what the post owl left us on our doorstep." George chuckled as he patted Harry's back.
"Just what I always wanted." Fred said as he yanked Harry out of his twins arm so he could hug him too. "My own, lifelike, Boy-Who-Lived doll."
Laughing and crying at the same time, Harry clung to Fred. "Please don't let me go."
Fred looked to his twin in concern, he could feel Harry trembling in his arms. Pulling him inside, he waited until George closed the door and reset the wards. "Hey, now, everything's alright." He coo'd softly.
"Let's get him upstairs." George said softly. "We don't want anyone to see him here."
"How did he even get out without his Order guards stopping him?" Fred asked as he easily picked Harry up.
Quickly flicking the magical lights off, George followed his brother up the stairs. "I think it was Diggle and Tonks on Harry watch this evening."
"Diggle I can see Harry being able to sneak past, but not Tonks. That witch may be the biggest damn clutz, but she takes her job very seriously."
Harry was enjoying being held by Fred, but it got even better after they sat down on the couch and George joined them and started rubbing his back. This was amazing. Not quite as good as when Voldemort held him, but this was easily a close second.
Fred and George continued to hold Harry until his trembling subsided. "You ready to talk now?" Fred asked as he gently ran his fingers through Harry's hair. Harry being clingy wasn't anything new for them, but they had never seen him this bad.
"So much has happened." Harry mumbled into Fred's chest.
"Are you hurt?" Fred asked he tried to pull away so he could get a better look at Harry, but the boy was clinging to him like a sloth.
Harry shook his head no. "If I tell you a secret, do you promise not to tell anyone, not even Dumbledore?"
'Do you even have to ask?" George cried in mock outrage. "Of course we promise to keep your secrets."
Harry reluctantly sat up so he could see the twins, but he made sure that a part of their body was touching his. "The past two days have been so crazy, you wouldn't even believe it if I told you."
George squeezed Harry's hand. "Give us a try, you know we will believe you."
Harry shook his head. "I can't tell you everything, but I can tell you why I always need human contact."
"We just figured it was because your relatives are ogres who don't hug you enough." Fred smirked.
Harry nodded his head. "They totally are, but that's not why. It seems I had a partial creature inheritance right before my twelfth birthday."
George sat up straighter at hearing that. "Harry, I know a few things about creature inheritances because of Charlie being obsessed with creatures, if you had a partial inheritance, that means..."
"Something really bad happened to you." Fred finished, his voice barely above a whisper.
Chewing at his lips, Harry looked down at where Fred was gripping his hand. "Something really bad did happen, but I'm not ready to talk about it yet." Though, he had told Voldemort about it. Granted, he thought he was dying and he didn't want to die with that secret weighing him down, but he found it strange that he could easily talk to Voldemort about his past, but not his best friends who have been looking out for him since he was eleven. Yup, he was messed up.
"We won't pressure you, Harry." George reassured. "But we are here for you."
"I know." Harry grinned, grateful that they weren't pressuring him. "That's why I came here this evening when my itch got too bad. I knew that you guys would help me and not call Dumbledore on me.
"Your itch?"
"That's what I call it." Harry said, shrugging his shoulders. "It's hard to explain, but if I don't get touch, comfort, I get this itch that turns painful the longer I go without. Needing touch for me is as important as needing food or water. The healer even said that I can literally die if touch is withheld from me."
Fred raised his eyebrows in shock. "You saw a healer...willingly?"
"Well, not exactly willingly." Harry chuckled nervously. "I'm kind of staying with someone this summer and they very strongly suggested that I see a healer."
George held his one free hand up. "Wait a second, you're not living with your relatives?"
Harry didn't like how George was looking at him, like he didn't know whether to strangle him or lock him away. "Uhm, maybe I should go." He went to stand up, but both Fred and George refused to let go of his hands.
"Harry, we're not mad, we're just scared for you. It's too dangerous out there for you, what if Voldemort finds you?" Fred asked anxiously.
Harry's heart started pounding in his chest. "That's...that's just crazy!" He said as he tried to pull his hands away from Fred and George. "Where I'm staying, the Death Eaters will never think to look for me there." It was true, the Death Eater would never think to look in Voldemort's manor for him.
"Harry, it's too dangerous, you need to..."
Harry finally wrenched his hands free and stood up. "Look, I haven't lived with my relatives since you guys pulled the bars of my windows and took me back to the burrow." Harry yelled.
""I don't understand." George said gently as he held his hand back out to Harry.
Harry looked longingly at the hand, but he refused to take it. "My relatives were abusive pigs. After I got off the Hogwarts Express after my second year, I disappeared into London. Every year after I get off the train I hide in London."
Fred shook his head in denial. "That can't be. You have had guards watching your relatives house since last summer."
Harry snorted. "Well, they're doing a pretty suck ass job. Don't they find it odd that they never see me?"
"Harry, if you haven't been living with your relatives, where have you been living these past few summers?" Fred asked in concern.
Harry started to pull nervously on his shirt. He didn't want Fred and George to know that he had been living on the streets, and he definitely didn't want them to know that he had been having sex with strangers since he was 12 years old.
"Look, none of that really matters right now. Don't you want to know what kind of creature I am?"
"Oh, it matters, Harry." George bit out in frustration. "It matters a hell of a lot. Don't you realize how dangerous it is for you out there?"
"Dangerous, out there?" Harry laughed somewhat maniacally. "I'm in more danger at my relatives house than living on the streets." Closing his eyes, Harry prayed that they didn't hear him admit to living on the streets, but this was Fred and George, and Fred and George were smart and perceptive.
"What did you say?" Fred asked slowly as he glared at Harry.
"Where did you say you have been living?" George added with a matching glare of his own.
"This is ridiculous." Harry said as he started backing up towards the door. "I came here because I thought you would help me and because I thought I could trust you. I see now that you're just like Dumbledore and everyone else."
George pulled out his wand and magically sealed the door. "Harry, we will always be here for you, and you can trust us a hundred percent, but we are allowed to be worried about you and where you have been living. Please tell me I'm wrong in thinking that you have been living on the streets of London."
Harry relaxed when he saw nothing but concern in the twins eyes. "It hasn't been all that bad." He lied. "And I'm not sleeping on the streets this summer. Where I'm at is very nice and safe from Death Eaters." He was probably lying about that too, but so far the only Death Eater he had met was Fenrir. One thing for sure though, where he was staying was definitely not safe from the Dark Lord. He was pretty sure Voldemort was going to curse him for leaving, even though the man had said that he wasn't a prisoner.
Fred lunged at Harry and wrapped his arms around him. "Why didn't you tell us you were homeless, we would have found somewhere for you to stay?"
"I didn't want Dumbledore to find out." Harry whimpered into Fred's neck. "I tried to tell him how bad my relatives were, but he didn't care."
George was just standing there feeling numb and in shock. "You have really been living on the streets? What did you do for food?"
"I survived." Harry said, not wanting to answer the questions. "And I really don't want to talk about where I stayed past summers and where I'm staying this summer. I'm alive and safe, that's all that matters."
Fred wanted to argue that, but he feared that they had pushed Harry too hard already. "Alright, we'll drop it...for now."
George reluctantly agreed. "Why don't you tell us about your creature."
Harry allowed Fred to pull him back to the couch. "Well, like I said before, my creature was partially awakened when I was eleven, but the healer said that I'm a submissive Neko."
"No way!" George cried excitedly. "Don't tell Charlie, he'll kittennap you if he finds out. He's always wanted to meet a Neko."
"I didn't even know there were any nekos left." Fred said in wonder. "That does explain why you loves to be pet and loved on so much."
George nodded his head. "Nekos thrive on touch."
Harry happily leaned into George's hand when he started scratching his head. He should be embarrassed that he was being scratched behind the ears like Crookshanks, but it felt too damn good to care.
"Can you bring out your Neko ears or tail yet?" Fred asked curiously.
Harry lazily shook his head no. "I probably won't be able to do that until after my birthday when I fully come into my creature inheritance."
"This is pretty unbelievable." George chuckled. "And a healer confirmed it?"
Harry could feel himself getting sleepy, if Fred and George kept it up he was going to be done for. "Yeah. The person I'm staying with insisted that a healer look at me before my inheritance. He was the one who guessed that I was a Neko."
"He?"
Harry rolled his eyes at George. "Shut up, he's just helping me. He helped me out of a tough spot the other night then he offered me his place for the summer. There nothing going on between us." Despite what Nagini wanted, he thought to himself.
"Since he made you see a healer, I take it this guy is a wizard?" Fred asked warily. He didn't like this, why wasn't Harry giving a name?
"Yes, he's a wizard." Harry sighed. "And I really should be getting back. I may have left without telling him."
George clung tighter to Harry. He didn't like this, something didn't feel right. First the bomb about Harry living on the streets, then the Neko revelation, and now him living with an unknown wizard, something was off. "How about you stay here with us, we won't tell anyone."
Two days ago Harry would have jumped at the offer, he loved the twins, but now he found himself shaking his head no. "I can't, I don't want this guy to think I'm ungrateful, especially after all that he has done for me already. Besides, I think it would be better if I didn't stay here, you have a lot going on with the shop getting ready to open and tons of people will be coming and going once you open. Also, if Dumbledore finds out I'm hiding here, he'll not only be mad at you guys, but he'll also take me back to my relatives. I'll disappear for good if he does that."
"Can you promise us that you're safe where you're at." George reluctantly gave in. He didn't like Harry staying somewhere unknown, but it really wasn't safe for him here.
"And that you'll owl us," Fred added.
"I'm safe." Harry reassured, praying that he wasn't lying. "And I left Hedwig with Hagrid, but if I can borrow an owl from this guy I will owl you."
After a few more minutes of hugging, Harry stepped out of the twins arms. "Promise not to tell Dumbledore and the Order that I'm not at my relatives?"
Fred and George reluctantly nodded their heads. "I can't believe that you haven't been there all this time. How have they not noticed?"
"They have blind faith in Dumbledore." Harry scowled. "He told them that I'm safe there, and everyone believes him. None of them also really care about me, they just care that I live long enough to defeat Voldemort."
"That's not true." Fred protested furiously. "Mom and dad care about you, Tonks cares about you, Remus and Sirius consider you their pup. Harry, a lot of people care about you."
"Yet, every one named will take Dumbledore's word over mine every time." Harry glowered at Fred when he opened his mouth to protest. "You told your parents that there were bars on my window, and that my relatives had locked me in my room and were starving me, and they didn't care. They didn't even question me if it was true. Why? Because Dumbledore told them that I was happy and safe at my relatives. If Dumbledore said it, then it's as good as god's word. Don't try to deny it, Fred, you know I'm right."
"Look, I don't want to fight about this." Harry sighed heavily when he saw that the twins were looking upset. "I trust the two of you more than Ron and Hermione. I love Ron and Hermione, but they are easily manipulated by Dumbledore. You two, you can think for yourselves. It may hurt to hear it, but you know that what I'm saying is true. I need you guys, please don't turn on me."
"Never." George said as he pulled Harry into one last hug. "Stay safe, brother." And if you need your itch scratched again, you know where to find us."
"We open shop next Monday, but you can come to the backdoor." Fred added. "Since your our financial backer, we'll get a key made for you."
"Really?" Harry asked, his face lighting up.
"None of this would be possible without you, Harry." George said into his ear.
"Yeah, we would probably be applying for ministry jobs right now." Fred said with a shiver.
"The horror!" Harry giggled. "Thanks again guys for helping me out, but I really have to get going."
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Harry kept himself close to the buildings as he rushed back to where he was meeting Mintzy. Even though him and Voldemort had a truce, the Death Eaters didn't know that. It would be very bad for him if he ran into someone like Bellatrix. He also didn't want to run into someone from the Order.
Rushing around the corner of Magical Menagerie's, he froze when he saw who was standing at the meeting place waiting for him. He had expected to find a tiny little house elf, not a very pissed off Dark Lord. For a split second he contemplated turning and running back to the twins.
As if reading his mind, Voldemort raised his wand. "Do you think you can honestly outrun my curse?"
Harry warily eyed Voldemort's wand, he really didn't want to feel another of the Dark Lord's curses. "I'm pretty fast when I need to be."
"Would you like to try?" Voldemort asked darkly. It was taking everything in him not to curse the stupid boy. He had been furious when the wards alerted him that Harry had left. The boy may not be his prisoner, but that didn't mean he was allowed to leave either. Maybe he had to rethink the the truce. If Harry was locked away in his dungeon, he wouldn't have to worry about his horcrux.
"It depends if you plan on cursing me or not?"
"Oh, I plan on cursing you alright." Voldemort growled. "Do you have any idea how much danger you are in wandering Diagon Alley?"
Harry laughed nervously. "That's kind of funny coming from the man who has been trying to kill me for almost sixteen years."
"Do you really want to keep pushing me, Potter?" Voldemort snapped. "The way I see it, I'm the only one with a wand."
"Which is why I'm thinking running is a very good idea, especially if you're going to curse me. I know how crucio happy you are."
With great difficulty, Voldemort lowered his wand. "Let's return to the manor before someone sees us together."
Harry took a hesitant step forward. "Is this a trick?"
Voldemort smirked. "Would I trick you?"
"I'm so dead." Harry sighed as he stepped into Voldemort's embrace so he could apparate them back to the manor.