Chapter 6
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***HP
Harry was shocked that Voldemort held onto him upon landing until he was able to stand on his own two feet. "I'm never learning how to apparate. That's the fucking worst." He mumbled as he leaned heavily onto the Dark Lord.
"Magical transportation is always disorienting for exceptionally magical witches and wizards." Voldemort explained as he carefully released the boy. "Loathe as I am to admit it, I too struggled with it. The more you do it, the more your core learns to stabilize itself."
Harry reluctantly turned to look at the Dark Lord. "Are you going to crucio me now? If you are, can you hurry up and get to it, I'm starving."
"Then you shouldn't have wasted your dinner." Voldemort snapped.
"I couldn't eat. My itch..."
Voldemort grabbed the boy by the arms and gave him a harsh shake. "Where did you go tonight? Did you let a muggle fuck you?"
Gritting his teeth against the shaking, Harry's first thought was to lie and say yes, just to piss Voldemort off, but the look in the Dark Lord's eyes was truly frightening. "N-No I didn't. I didn't even leave Diagon Alley."
"Where the hell did you go?" Voldemort raged as he roughly pushed the boy away from him. "And don't lie, I can tell when you're lying."
Stumbling backwards, Harry tripped and fell onto his backside. "Why does everyone think that I lie? First Fenrir, and now you. Since you stormed off in a pout and refused to help me with my itch, I went to visit some friends who live in Diagon Alley and they helped me."
"Did you have sex with them?"
"Ew, no!" Harry cried. "They're like brothers to me."
"So you went to see the Weasley twins?" Voldemort asked as he started to calm down. He knew of the Weasley twins new joke shop opening in Diagon Alley and he knew that the boy considered the blood traitors family. If Harry would have admitted to having sex with someone, he didn't know what he would have done. Truce or not, he probably would have cursed the boy to hell and back.
"Seeing as you told me to seek out Wormtail," Harry spat in disgust. "I decided to go to them because I knew that they would help me without alerting Dumbledore."
Voldemort grit his teeth, he had regretted snapping at the boy during dinner almost immediately after he did it, but Harry had him so messed up inside. So instead of apologizing, or at least grabbing Potter and forcing him to come with him so he could help him with his itch, he had stormed off to his room like a pouting toddler that had just had his favorite toy taken away.
"Don't you ever sneak out like that again."
Harry threw his head back and started laughing, "Oh my god, you were the one who said that I wasn't a prisoner."
"I also didn't say you could leave."
"You also didn't say that I couldn't!" Harry yelled.
Voldemort had to physically step away from the boy before he struck him like a common muggle. He never resorted to physical violence, he didn't need to he was a wizard, but Potter just had him so damn angry.
"Glad to see I'm not interrupting anything."
Snarling, Voldemort spun on his heals and bellowed, "Crucio!"
Harry cried out in shock and fear when Fenrir hit the ground like a ton of bricks. Earlier the man had remained on his feet twice while under the curse. Fearing for the werewolf, he rushed Voldemort and pushed him as hard as he could.
"Stop it!" Harry screamed as his eyes filled with tears. "You're mad at me, not him. Curse me you big fucking bully."
Face red, Voldemort glared at the boy before storming off. He felt a bit better after cursing Fenrir, but he also felt worse. He had never seen his old friend buckle like that, he must have really hit him hard. If he would have cursed Potter like that instead, he probably would have killed the boy.
Harry tentatively approached Fenrir, who was still on the ground shaking and panting heavily. "Are you okay?"
"Fucking dandy." Fenrir spat as he carefully sat up. "What the hell did you do to piss him off that badly?"
"I was born." Harry said sarcastically. "I'm sorry you got hurt because of me."
"I knew before opening my mouth that he would curse me, that's why I did it."
Harry frowned. "I don't understand."
Fenrir gingerly got to his feet praying that his legs were strong enough to hold him. "Its was either you or me, kid, and you wouldn't have survived that curse."
"You purposely took that curse for me?" Harry asked in amazement.
"The Dark Lord is like a volcano." Fenrir explained as he flexed his hands and shook out his arms. His muscles were still trembling, but they were getting better thanks to his accelerated werewolf healing. "As long as he can let off a little bit of steam now and then, a crucio here or there, everything his fine, but if he bottles his anger in, the pressure will build and build until..."
"Pompeii." Harry finished his voice barely above a whisper.
Fenrir nodded his head. "Total destruction." He added. "I don't know what you did, but he was approaching a full blown eruption. I haven't seen him that angry in a very long time."
Harry pulled at his hair in frustration. "He started it by being such a dick." He defended. "He wouldn't help me with my itch so I went and visited some friends in Diagon Alley."
Fenrir whistled. "That was pretty fucking stupid." Didn't the kid know that the Dark Lord was attracted to him? More importantly, didn't the kid know that the Dark Lord didn't share what he considered was his?
"Well he refused to help me over a silly comment I made and the pain was getting unbearable. I wouldn't have lasted until he got his stubborn head out of his ass."
"Are you alright now?" Fenrir asked, going into healer mode.
Harry nodded his head tiredly. "I don't understand, normally I can go days before it gets that bad. Voldemort had helped me last night, I should have been fine for a while."
"You're approaching your inheritance and your Neko is getting stronger and more demanding. Like I tell my new wolves, don't fight it, it will only make it worse. Like my wolves, your Neko is now a part of you, fighting it is the same as fighting yourself. It's stupid really."
"Is that what you told Remus after you bit him?" Harry snapped, his eyes narrowing.
Fenrir chuckled. "Poor innocent Lupin, bitten by the big bad, child eating wolf. I bit him when he was just a pup, but I did it to save my pack and the packs all throughout Europe. Remus' father was a ruthless werewolf hunter who slaughtered hundreds of wolves, men, women and children. He even slaughtered the humans who were living amongst the wolves. Lyall Lupin was the true monster, not the wolves. So yes, I bit Lyall's son, his precious pride and joy, and after that the man went into hiding with his son to hide him from his fellow hunters. Without him around to lead the hunters, the hunters disbanded. I may have had to bite an innocent child, but by doing so I saved the lives of hundreds of wolves and innocents. I didn't like doing it, it went against everything I believe as a healer, but I would do it all over again if I had to."
"I didn't know that." Harry mumbled weakly. "I'm sorry for snapping at you. I love Remus, he's like an uncle to me, but he sufferers so much because of what he is."
"It's not because of what he is." Fenrir corrected. "He's suffers because he's fighting who he is. He is a werewolf, and all the moping and trying to hide what he is wont change that. If he would just stop fighting his wolf and embrace him, his monthly transformations will go much more smoothly and his wolf won't attack him while in control. I have offered him a place in my pack multiple times and he always refuses. We can help him."
"You may not be a wolf, Potter, but you will suffer too if you fight your neko. Don't try to separate yourself from your neko, you are not two different beings. You are your neko and your neko is you."
Harry took a deep breath, this was a lot to take in. Hell, the past few days had been a lot to take in. "Will my inheritance hurt?"
Fenrir's eyes softened when he heard the vulnerability in the young boy's voice. "Inheritances usually do hurt because your body and your magical core is going through a massive change. In your case, you will get cat ears, a tail, fangs, and claws. Your vision will become sharper and you will no longer have need of your hideous glasses, and the rest of your senses will also become heightened. Your magic will also change, but I'm not yet sure to what extent. You will also have the ability to partial shift, or full shift. The full shift may take a while to master, but once you master it you should be able to shift without any pain, much like an animagus."
Harry sighed dejectedly. "Sounds like fun. I can't wait."
Fenrir chuckled. "Don't worry, Potter, I'll be here to see you through your inheritance, and I'm sure that the Dark Lord will too."
The pair were interrupted with Mintzy popped in. "Now that you are done fighting with Master Voldy, Harry boy should really be eating his dinner. Harry is too skinny, it worries Mintzy."
"You can't afford to skip meals." Fenrir scolded. "Especially after you start your potions regiment. If you take those potions on an empty stomach, they could make you very sick."
"Great, something else to look forward to."
"Eat!" Fenrir barked. "I'll go see if our volcano has simmered down any."
***HP
Fenrir didn't bother knocking before barging into The Dark Lord's office, he knew the man had wards that alerted him if anyone got within twenty feet of his office. "So, you've got it bad for the kid!"
"Would you like to be cursed again?" Voldemort asked, but there was no heat behind his words. All the anger had left him and now all he felt was confusion...and guilt. He felt guilty for taking his anger out in Fenrir, the werewolf hadn't deserved it.
"Hell no." Fenrir chuckled. "You damn near killed me that last time."
Voldemort sighed heavily. "Thank you for taking the curse for Potter, I would have killed him had I hit him with it."
"Damn right you would have. I have never felt so much power behind one of your curses. I only survived because of what I am."
"That boy," Voldemort snarled. "he just makes me want to..."
"Fuck him?" Fenrir asked with a knowing smirk. "You know you can't hide it from me, I can scent your arousal. When I interrupted the two of you, I wasn't sure if you were going to curse him, or throw him down and fuck his brains out."
"I was debating on doing both." Voldemort admitted without shame.
Sighing, Fenrir looked seriously to his old friend. "He's not ready, he's been hurt bad. If you tried to do anything with him now, you would be no better then those muggle men who took advantage of him. You would also never know if he was sleeping with you because he wanted to be with you, or because his neko was demanding it of him."
"I know that." Voldemort growled. "He's Harry fucking Potter, the child prophesied to vanquish me, I'm not going to sleep with him."
"Uh huh." Fenrir hummed. "Sure, you just keep telling yourself that. Look, that kid isn't ready for anything now, he's too damn messed up, but that boy is your equal. You won't find a more perfect match than him, and if I'm not mistaken, his neko has already sniffed you out as a potential mate, that's why his itch came back so fast."
Voldemort pinched the bridge of his nose. "Maybe I should just send him away."
"To where? Potter has been living on the streets whoring himself out for a pat on the head the past few years, he has no where to go. And let's not forget that little part about him housing a piece of your soul inside his head."
"Fine, then I'll lock him in the dungeon with his relatives and the man that raped him when he was only eleven years old."
"Really, must you be so over dramatic? Get to know the boy without cursing him or killing him. If you get Harry Potter on your side, the rest of the Wizarding World will be easy pickings."
***HP
Harry froze upon entering his room. Groaning, he thought about asking Voldemort to come get his damn snake, but he decided that the Dark Lord had had enough of him for one day. "What are you doing in my bed?"
Nagini gave a large yawn. "Nagini has decided to sleep with you tonight, master is still in his office brooding with the wolf man. Why have you not allowed him to release his seed inside your body? I'm sure that master will make it very pleasurable for you."
"Do you ever talk about anything other than sex and mating?"
"Yes, Nagini also likes to talk about eating. Mating and eating, that's all I think about,"
Harry guessed that that made sense, she was an animal and those were the two most important things to animals. Still, that didn't mean he always wanted to hear about mating and Voldemort's big penis. Shaking his head, he moved towards the bathroom so he could change into nightclothes.
He was so tired, both mentally and physically, all he wanted to do was curl up and go to sleep, but now he had a damn massive, sex crazed snake in his bed.
"You have a nice penis too. It's not as big as master's, but it's not as small as Wormtail's either. Wormtail's penis makes me laugh it's so small. Master thinks maybe it's small because he spent too much time as a rat, I think it's small because he is just a bad specimen. That's why Nagini should be allowed to eat him. Bad specimens shouldn't be allowed to reproduce."
"Holy fuck!" Harry cried as he used one hand to try to cover his bits and his other hand to cover his ears. He would much rather hear about Voldemort's penis than Wormtail's. Luckily he had yet to run into the pathetic traitor, he was pretty sure that he was going to kill him when he does. He hated Wormtail more than anything in this world, even more than his parents murderer. He had been his parents friend, they had trusted him.
"What the hell? Why can you move through bathroom doors?"
"Nagini can move through all the doors, master made it so. Why are you trying to cover your penis, it's cute? Master would very much like your penis, you should show it to him."
"Oh my god! I'm not going to show Voldemort my penis! You have some serious issues, Nagini. Maybe you are the one who needs to mate?"
"Oh yes, Nagini very much needs to breed, but there are no snakes around worthy enough to mate with Nagini."
Harry grabbed a towel and wrapped around himself. "Look, if you promise to never again follow me into the bathroom, I will talk to Voldemort about finding you a mate worthy of you."
"No snake is worthy of Nagini, but I will do as you say. Master also doesn't like it when I see him naked, though he shouldn't be ashamed, master has very nice scales."
Harry still couldn't believe all this was happening to him. He felt like his world had been completely flipped upside down and turned inside out. "Thank you, Nagini, I appreciate you not being a peeping snake."
"Peeping snake." Nagini laughed. "You are a silly hatchling."
****HP
"I don't do apologies, Potter, so if you're expecting one, you're going to be sorely disappointed."
Rolling his eye, Harry walked around the table and took his seat. Looking around at all the breakfast foods laid out made his stomach rumble and his mouth water. "Well, if you're expecting me to apologize for last night, then you're going to be sorely disappointed too."
Voldemort's fingers dug into his copy of the Daily Prophet. "You have an awfully smart mouth, Potter."
Harry beamed up at the Dark Lord. "I happen to think that I have a wonderfully smart mouth, thank you very much."
Voldemort glared at the boy, fantasizing about cursing the little shit. "Eat your breakfast."
Harry gave Voldemort a mock salute. "So, what's your plans for today? Going to terrorize and torture muggles?"
Voldemort got a far away look in his eyes as the corner of his lips pulled up into a frightening smile. "As a matter of fact, I think I may just do that." He said as he thought about his prisoners in the dungeon. He really hadn't had much of a chance to play with them since he locked them up.
Harry paled. "I was just joking."
"Never joke about torturing muggles, Potter." Voldemort snickered. "By the way, I wasn't joking."
Harry didn't know what to say or do, but he was pretty sure that there was nothing that he could say or do that would change Voldemort's mind. "C-Can I write to my godfather?" He asked, wanting to change the subject.
Voldemort looked intensely at the boy over his cup of tea. "I advise you against telling him that you're not at you're relatives. It's better if the Order keeps thinking that you are safe behind the nonexistent bloodwards." Though eventually they were bound to notice the lack of Dursleys coming and going. Maybe not, they hadn't noticed Potter's absence yet.
Harry shook his head no. "Sirius will lose his shit if he finds out that I'm not at my aunt's. No, I just want to send him a letter letting him know that I'm alright and to ask him about books on nekos."
"I already had Severus search the Black Library, he brought four books by late last night. After you finish and take a nutrient potion, you can start looking them over."
"You had Snape steal from Sirius?" Harry gaped.
"The Dark Lord does not steal, he acquires." Voldemort smirked.
"You acquire by stealing." Harry pointed out.
"Do you want to read the books or not? I believe that there is even a journal written by a male submissive."
Harry grudgingly nodded his head. "But I'm giving them back to my godfather when I'm finished with them."
"Do what you please with them, I got them for you." Voldemort snapped.
"Oh!" Harry blushed. "Well, thank you I guess."
"Don't hurt yourself, Potter."
Sighing, Harry rubbed at his temples. "Can we please stop snapping at each other? I know we're both good at it and it's mildly entertaining, but it's giving me a migraine."
"Would you like a pain potion?" Voldemort offered.
Harry tried not to screw his face up as pain lanced behind his eyes. "Did Snape make them?"
Voldemort started to grow concerned when he noticed how pale the boy was getting. It was easy to see that Potter was in an incredible amount of pain. "He did, and yes, they taste vile."
Harry grimaced in disgust. "Fine, anything I guess to get rid of the pain behind my eyes."
"Mintzy!" Voldemort called shortly, not taking his eyes off of Potter.
"Master Voldy called for his Mintzy?" Mintzy asked excitedly.
"Get me an extra strength pain potion." Voldemort barked.
Harry gripped the table tightly when the pain spiked even higher. Whimpering, he pushed his chair out and tried to get to his feet.
Voldemort caught the boy when the boy's legs gave out on him. Lowering him to the floor, he placed his head in his lap. "Talk to me, Potter, what's going on?"
"My eyes!" Harry sobbed as he clenched his eyes as tight as he could. "It feels like I'm being stabbed behind my eyes."
"Open your eyes, Harry." Voldemort said gently, despite being nervous on the inside.
Harry shook his head no as he started breathing hard. "It hurts! It's hurts too bad to open!"
Voldemort gripped the boy's head when he started thrashing it back and forth. "Open your eyes now, god dammit!" He ordered forcefully.
Clawing at Voldemort's hands, Harry snapped his eyes open, only to quickly close them again when it felt like the light was searing his brain.
"Well that's interesting." Voldemort mumbled as he stared down at the boy.
"Mintzy is having the potion." Mintzy said as she wrung her hands anxiously.
Voldemort blindly reached out and took the potion, his eyes never leaving Potter's face. "Go and inform Healer Greyback that I need him now!" Nodding her head, Mintzy popped out of the room.
Voldemort uncorked the vial and placed it at Potter's lips. "Open your mouth and drink." He wasn't sure if the pain potion would help any, but it was better than trying nothing.
Harry gagged on the vile potion as it went down his throat. Crying, he turned his head in Voldemort's lap as he tried to block out the pain. He didn't know what was going on, but it felt like someone was trying to pluck his eyeballs out with a spoon.
Voldemort wasn't good at doing the comfort thing, he literally didn't know how to do it, but he started carding his finger's through the boy's silky hair in hopes that it would help soothe him. He was use to being the one to cause the pain, not the one trying to take it away.
"Did you finally curse him?" Fenrir asked gruffly as he knelt next to his Lord and the sobbing teen.
Voldemort gently straightened Potter's head so he was looking up. "Harry, I need you to open your eyes again."
"Hurts," Harry whimpered as he tried once again to turn his head away.
"Potter, I can't help you if you don't open your eyes." Fenrir barked.
Taking a deep breath, Harry carefully opened his eyes. Once again he could only keep them open for a few seconds because the light made the pain ten times worse.
With a flick of his wand, Fenrir dimmed the lights. "More of his neko is awakening, something that shouldn't be happening until his birthday. Is it only his eyes that's bothering him."
Voldemort inclined his head. "It just hit him suddenly while eating breakfast."
"Harry, I'm going to use my finger to open your eyes. I dimmed the lights so it won't hurt your sensitive eyes as much." Carefully, Fenrir pried one eye open. "See how the pupils are large? That should only happen at night to allow him to see better, during the day they should be small, vertical slits. That's why keeping his eyes hurt even more, they're extremely sensitive right now in the bright light."
"So he now has cat eyes?" Voldemort questioned as he looked down at the large, glowing emerald eyes with blown pupils. Potter had always had green eyes, but they were so bright now that they were almost eerie.
"His eyes are transitioning now, but once the transformation is complete, he should be able to control them and easily switch back and forth from human to cat eyes. His eyes are going to be super sensitive for a while so keep the room dark, especially while his pupil's are blown the way they are."
"What triggered this? His sixteenth birthday isn't until the end of July."
Fenrir shrugged. "Potter can't do anything right, not even die. It could just be because his creature had already been partially awakened and is now growing stronger as his birthday approaches, or it could be because his creature recognizes a possible mate and the pull is bringing his already partially awakened neko out the rest of the way."
Voldemort glared at Fenrir, Potter wasn't his mate. "How long will he be in pain for?" He bit out between clenched teeth.
"That I can't answer." Fenrir scowled. "Potter isn't doing anything by the books. If his eyes are the only thing transitioning, then I would think that he will be fine in an hour of two. His eyes may remain sensitive for a few days though, especially if it takes him a while to master bringing his human eyes back out."
Harry was trying to follow what Voldemort's and Fenrir were saying, but it was hard to concentrate while in so much pain. He had choked down a pain potion, why wasn't it working?
"I gave him a pain potion but it doesn't seem to be working." Voldemort pointed out.
"Potions are useless during an inheritance, he's just going to have to ride it out."
That, unfortunately, Harry heard. He had taken one of Snape's potions for nothing. He just couldn't catch a break.
"Take him and put him to bed." Fenrir suggested. "Turn out the lights and stay with him, or have your elf stay with him. I'm not expecting any complications, but he shouldn't be alone. I'll be back in a few hours to check on him."
Voldemort easily scooped Potter up and carried him to his room. His room! When did the room across from his become Potter's room? He was regretting ever walking into that damn muggle bar.
***HP
"Easy!" Voldemort said as he gently pushed Harry to lay back onto the bed. After two hours of moaning and whimpering, Harry had slipped into a peaceful three hour sleep. He had been sleeping so peacefully, that it startled him when he all of a sudden sat bolt upright, his emerald cat eyes glowing in the semi-dark room.
Harry rapidly blinked his eyes, they no longer hurt, but they did feel kind of strange. He knew that it was dim in his room, but he could make out everything almost clearly. "What happened?" He asked in a hoarse voice. His throat was so dry that it felt like it was sticking together.
Grabbing the glass that Mintzy had left out for Potter, Voldemort picked it up and offered it to him. "More of your neko has awakened. You now have your cat eye."
Harry's hands flew up to his eyes. "What! Why? Why did my eyes do that?"
Voldemort conjured a mirror and held it out in front of Harry. "Fenrir believes that more of your neko is awakening because your birthday is approaching." He wasn't going to tell him Fenrir's mate theory, the werewolf didn't know what the hell he was talking about.
"Holy shit!" Harry gasped he looked at his reflection in the mirror. Instead of normal round pupils, he had thin vertical slits. His eyes were also a much brighter green, they almost looked like they were glowing.
"Are you in any pain?"
Harry's eyes widened when he looked to Voldemort. "Damn you're hot!" Flushing with embarrassment, he covered his face with his hands. "I didn't mean for that to come out. It's just, I have never seen this good before, everything is so crisp and clear, and I'm not even wearing my glasses."
"Thank you for the compliment, I'm glad you find my looks pleasing." Voldemort smirked cockily. "Cats have incredible eyesight, even while in the dark. You should be able to shift your eyes back and forth from human to cat eyes, but your eyesight even while human will be enhanced and clear."
"So I won't need my glasses at all anymore?" Harry asked, still not believing it even though Fenrir had told him yesterday that he wouldn't need his glasses after his inheritance.
"No, not unless you desire to wear them, then I can charm your glasses so it's just plain glass in them, no prescription."
"It's going to be strange, but I want to give the no glasses a try."
Voldemort had hoped that the boy would say that. The boy's eyes were absolutely stunning, it was a crime to hide them behind such ugly and outdated glasses. "Why don't you try bringing your human eyes back out?"
Harry bit his bottom lip. "How do I do that?"
"Concentrate hard on wanting your human eyes and visualize what they look like."
Closing his eyes, Harry tried to picture what his eyes looked like. He was embarrassed to admit it, but he wasn't one to stand in front of a mirror admiring himself. He could easily go weeks and never look once into a mirror. Opening his eyes, he sighed in defeat when he saw that he had failed.
"Try not to get frustrated, Potter, it can take a while to gain control. Just wait until you have ears and a tail too." Voldemort internally groaned when a mental image popped into his head of neko Harry with a tail. What the hell was wrong with him? He was getting semi-hard just thinking about Potter with a fucking tail. He really needed to put some space between the two of them before he did something stupid that he was going to regret...and probably enjoy. Potter was just a kid, an abused kid who needed to heal both physically and mentally before getting into any kind of relationship...with anybody.
Harry looked around the room, it was strange seeing everything so clearly. He probably had better eyesight now than Voldemort. The only person who he probably didn't have better eyesight than was Fenrir, and that's because Fenrir was a wolf. "This is pretty amazing."
"Are you up for eating lunch? We can stay here if you like."
"Lunch? What time is it?"
"It's a little after 1pm."
"I-I was out of it for five hours?" Harry whispered in shock. "D-Did you stay by my side the entire time?"
"Well there was no one else to watch over you." Voldemort answered irritably. That wasn't true, he could have had Mintzy or Fenrir watch over the boy, but instead, he had sat by the boy's bedside for over five hours watching him like a hawk. He had never sat at someone's bedside before, he never cared enough for anyone to do so. Not that he cared for Potter, because he didn't, he was just curious. Nekos were incredibly rare, he would never get another chance to watch one transition.
"Thank you." Harry quickly blurted out. "I have never had anyone stay at my bedside, not even my godfather." He loved Sirius, but he had left him after the last Triwizard task to do Dumbledore's bidding, despite him asking him to stay with him. He didn't know what to think or feel over Voldemort staying by his side, but it felt kind of good.
"Well, I can't let you die in my manor after calling a truce." Voldemort said stiffly, though he had a strong urge to reach out and cup the boy's soft cheek. There was so much vulnerability and hope in the boy's eyes, no one had ever looked at him like that before. People only looked at him in fear and hate, it had been that way all his life. Potter was the last person who should look at him like that, he had killed his parents all over a stupid prophecy that he hadn't even known in its entirety. Because of him, Harry had been orphaned, abused, molested, and homeless. Because of him, Harry had to sleep with dozens of men just to get a tiny scrap of affection. Every bad thing that ever happened to the boy was his fault.
He didn't deserve to be looked at like that!