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Takes place the summer after Goblet of Fire, just before September 1st.
Harry awoke from confusing dreams full of fog to discover that he was suspended from his wrists and ankles in mid air by an odd contraption consisting of a series of concentric rings that appeared to spin in any which direction. He was also completely naked except for his glasses, which he discovered when he felt a cool draft against his legs that caused him to look down and see that the pajama bottoms he remembered putting on when he got ready for bed were no longer there. Giving his head a shake to try and clear up the lingering traces of mental fog that seemed to be lingering from his dream, Harry tried to focus instead on what was the last thing he remembered. Thinking back, Harry could clearly remember climbing into his bed that he had been given at Grimmauld Place after drinking a glass of warm milk that Molly gave him. Oddly enough, although he was prone to nightmares normally, he didn't remember waking up at all the rest of the night. He was drawn from his thoughts when a door, one that he had failed to note in his brief period of wakefullness, screeched open on its hinges.
"Who? Voldemort?!" Harry hissed in confusion, his emerald eyes flared wide in confusion behind his lenses. "What happened to you? The night I saw you rise out of the cauldr-"
Harry was halted in his questions when an adult version of the memory of Tom Riddle stepped up and placed a hand over his mouth. Gifting Harry with a smug sneer, the darkly handsome male opened his mouth and began to speak.
"Yes, Harry. It is indeed I. You may give thanks to Lucius and Narcissa for the return of my much more handsome appearance after the botch-up of the recently performed resurrection ceremony. It seems that the Lady Malfoy flashed back to a memory of reading in the Black Library when she was visiting her Aunt one summer that gave her some insight into my...condition. Between herself and Lucius, they successfully bullied Severus into creating the potion that, hmm....brought me back into myself one might say. Except for certain pieces that were unable to be retrieved, including the one that you destroyed down in the Chamber of Secrets, one that was a complete surprise and is residing in a very special little vessel, and one that is needed to ensure that I will live forever. Apparently, the rituals I used to obtain my immortality had side effects that were unknown to me at the time I used it, since I was unable to obtain sufficient information before proceeding. However, thanks to the Lady Malfoy's youthful summer reading habits, and a quick trip by a faithful house elf, the Black Library was able to help correct my lack of knowledge and see to it that all damage caused by such had been corrected."
"That was at the beginning of summer," Voldemort continued as he removed the hand covering Harry's mouth and used it instead to gently stroke through his hair. "Thanks greatly to my recovered sanity, access to the Malfoy vaults as well as the Slytherin vaults, and some lemon drops laced with a liquid confundus potion, I now have that which I have toiled for. Control of the wizarding world. You were merely an extremely pleasant bonus: at least you were until Severus was able to successfully pinned down that old bastard to some hard answers. Now you are a prize worth having almost above all others."
Harry shook his head as hard as he could, hoping to dislodge the fingers gently combing through his hair and rubbing at his scalp.
"What do you mean!" Harry shouted, his face reddening with his rising anger while his chest rose and fell rapidly.
"It's really very simple, dear child. Thanks to the idiot Fudge being securely in Lucius's pocket, and ensuring that Dumbledore's private supplier of lemon drops changed his formula ever so slightly, a very significant treaty was signed two weeks ago. By declaration of the Ministry of Magic, with the full, ringing endorsement of the Wizarding Gamut, I, Tom Morvolo Riddle, Lord Slytherin, am the face of the new government. I represent those of the population that use Dark magic and with the representative of the Light magic users beside me, a new age is being ushered in."
"Light magic users? New government?" Harry whispered weakly in shock.
"Oh yes,'' Tom purred. "I, and all of my followers of course, have been given full pardons for any past...unpleasantness that may have occurred with so many understandings between the different branches of magic, in this new age of forgiveness that begins to dawn over the whole of the British Wizarding Isles. And thanks to that wonderful little, fully binding, treaty, I have been given sole rights over the Light magic representative that was bound to me as my lawful spouse the moment the treaty was fully ratified, while he slept peacefully in guarded splendor in the care of those that owed a very prominant family a debt of life and honor, in the house that had belonged to a long line of Purebloods of a darker bent. The confunded fools may have missed a clause, or several, in the document."
Harry was beginning to hyperventilate, panic starting to over take him no matter how hard he tried to fight it off, the longer Voldemort continued to speak. It was easy for him to see exactly where this was going since he was currently naked and hanging spread-eagled before a gloating Dark Lord.
"Am I...I am, light..."
Tom grabbed Harry firmly by the jaw, putting an end to his panicked rambling before it could truly begin. Turning Harry's head this way and that way in his secure grip, Tom looked like he was merely examining a piece of produce as he opened his mouth to continue speaking before his captive audience.
"Yes, indeed. The useless idiots gave you over to me with surprising ease and very little fuss. However," Tom frowned absently. "I will be having to briefly share you, due to an unbreakable vow I had made with Fenrir that was seperate from the one I made with the rank and file werewolves. Unfortunately, he and I made our vow earlier on in my career, after I had given up on achieving power via political means at the time; therefor, he was able to demand a rather open-ended vow that would give him the means to reach a level of power just below myself. He has called it in upon learning that I was going to be given you to do with as I will, so long as you live out the full, natural length of your life with no further interference on my part, or that of my followers, and that I shall guard you to the fullest extant of my abilites should anyone desire to do grievous bodily harm to your person. Which shows just how little the Light side magic users truly know, since you are guaranteed to live as long as I will, thanks to a little tiny bit of information that Severus was able to extract from that maddening, old, interfering goat."
"Now then," Voldemort paused in his man-handling briefly. "Fenrir has asked for several modification to be made to your body that would appeal greatly to his more...feral side. After listening to his many ideas, I have found myself happy to agree with the majority of them, finding them most appealing. Especially when I think about how little you will enjoy them as they will make you crave all that will be done to you in the intimate future that now awaits you as my happy little husband. Making you into a mere breeding bitch after all the irritation you have given to me will be most satisfying, knowing that you are screaming in your mind while your body hungers for what we will do to it makes it even sweeter. The extensive modifications he requested are why you spent the last two weeks under a sleeping spell. I needed to research all of the spells and potions needed for such a massive change."
"Where to start though?"
Tom stepped back and slowly circled a now yelling, cursing, and thrashing Harry Potter as he struggled against his bonds.
"Hm, logically thinking, the best way to go about this would be to start at the top and work my way down. I will just need a moment to set up the ledge behind you with the necessary potions and then we shall start the fun. After all, the soonest begun, the sooner the two of us shall share our wedding bed."
Faster than Harry would have preferred, Tom was standing before him again.
"I think that the first thing to change will be your ears. Fenrir assured me that wolves ears are very sensitive and that we would be missing out on giving you both pleasure and pain if they were left alone. He mentioned something about nerves being especially sensitive due to the thinness of the tissue."
With that said, Tom reached foward with both hands and firmly grabbed ahold of Harry's ears.
Harry screamed in pain the moment Tom, chanting quietly under his breath, pulled on the tops of his ears. It felt as though his head had been dipped in lava as his ears slid up the side of his head until Tom released them once they were placed near the top of his head. Harry, gasping harshly for breath, let his head fall foward the moment the burning agony ceased only to release another scream when the burning began again. This time though, it felt as if his ears were being stretched and pulled like taffy. The instant the pulling, burning feeling passed, a tingling, crawling sensation overtook them, causing Harry to flick and twitch his ears in annoyance as he tried and failed to escape it.
Wait...twitch?! Flick!?
Harry looked up with horror filled eyes as he felt his new ears flatten themselves to his head, mirroring his distress as he looked out at the world that was no longer in focus, his glasses having fallen off without his notice now that he no longer had ears to hold them on with. Harry shuddered as he felt Tom running his hands though his hair again and he, once again, felt that odd tingling, crawling sensation, this time over his scalp. Shaking his head from side to side, Harry was deeply relieved to discover that the only thing that happened this time was that his hair had merely been lengthened to the middle of his back.
"Close your eyes," Tom commanded. "Or what I am about to do will hurt even more if I have to place my fingers on the actual lenses of your eyes."
Harry did so promptly, not wanting to find out how much more whatever Voldemort was about to do could hurt him, thus allowing Tom to place his right forefinger on first one lid, then the next. Both times he did so, he mumured the needed spell under his breath before he, without any warning this time and ignoring Harry's screams' of pain at the burning sensation beginning to overtake his eyeballs, flicked his wrist, sending his wand easily into his hand, before placing said wand firmly against Harry's adam's apple, chanting out yet another spell.
Harry first felt as if his eyes were merely itchy the moment Tom's finger had touch them, then the irritating itch became a burning itch and Harry let the screams of pain once again ring out into the room. He was so focused on the burning in his eyes that he almost missed the feeling of a wand being jabbed harshly against his neck. In fact, if it wasn't for what happened next, he probably would have dismissed it. However, when his scream of pain morphed into a howl of anguish, one that a wolf or other large canine might make, he knew that he hadn't imagined anything. Closing his mouth, Harry was able to register that his tongue felt different now as well: flatter and longer, extending down more into the back of his throat than before. Letting out whimpers and whines of pain, Harry opened eyes that had finally ceased their burning itch.
"Oh yes, much better indeed," Tom purred in smug satisfaction, running the fingers of one hand through Harry's longer raven-hued locks. "I would have fixed your horrendous eyesight anyway since I wouldn't have wanted my consort to have such a horrendous flaw, but ever-so-slightly enlarging them was a brilliant idea. It lends such a hopeless, needy expression to your face. And Fenrir's suggestion to only allow you to communicate with whimpers, whines, and howls like the needy bitch you will soon be nicely gets around your mouthy brazeness towards me and the rest of my followers as well as removing your ability to speak parseltongue. You will still understand it of course, and what fun I will have issuing you orders in our language, but since I am locking the changes permanently unless I give the proper command in that language, there will be little-to-no hope of anyone undoing the changes. And that broad, long, agile tongue will definitely be put to excellent use pleasing both Fenrir and myself. Now let's take care of something that will certainly be needed if you are going to be pupped by Fenrir. After all, wolves are known for having more than one whelp in a litter. It wouldn't do for you to be unable to feed all of the pups that you two will spawn once his wolf mates you."
Seeing the look of absolute horror and disgust spreading across Harry's face at the mention of mating with the wolf, Tom smirked and decided to elaborate a bit.
"That was Fenrir's request. When he called in his open favor that I vowed to him, it was to use you, once, as a breeder. He will be allowed to use you, either as a wolf or a man, breeding you non-stop until you have given birth to a healthy litter of cubs, whether it be one cub or a large litter that could number in the teens. I can guarantee that he will only breed with you in his wolf form until he is sure that you are well and truly pupped, since werewolves born that way are far stronger than bitten ones. Born weres can change whenever they wish. After he is quite sure that his little bitch is well and truly rounding with the proof of his fertile seed, I am sure that he will then proceed to enjoy the further use of your body as the virile male that I know him to be. Now then," Tom grinned sadistically. "Let's get you all set up to nurse those future cubs, shall we?"
Even knowing that it was a rhetorical question being asked, Harry frantically shook his head and whimpered in distress, his new ears plastered flat to the top of his head, all the while chanting "no!" in his mind.
Tom merely continued grinning as he gently pinched Harry's nipples between his thumb and forefinger of each hand, giving them a little twist that shot a pleasant jolt down to Harry's groin and caused his flaccid organ to give a little twitch of interest. Much to Harry's further distress.
"Don't worry," Tom whispered in a loving tone of voice. "I will get to that oh-so-interesting part in a bit. But first..."
Tom trailed off as he gently ran his hands down from Harry's chest to just below his ribs, chanting softly all the while.
Harry could feel something in his chest coiling and tugging under Tom's hands from where they were placed on his nipples and that odd sensation continue downwards with Tom's moving hands as he placed them at various locations on the front of Harry's body.
"Now let's see if they are just as responsive as the original little ones were."
Harry couldn't control his hips as they bucked slightly everytime Tom's fingers gently twisted and played with, he counted as Tom touched them, six nipples. He couldn't help himself from moving: he was a teenaged boy that had never been touched in such a manner and as much as he hated the sensation of pleasure that Tom was sending across his nervous system, he was a victim to it.
"Excellent response from your new additions. I think that I am coming to appreciate Fenrir's mind much more. The image of you ripe and swollen greatly with cubs as they squirm and writhe beneath your skin with your massively swollen nipples that will leak slightly as they strain to contain the milk is going to be an incredible sight. Once I have bred myself an heir on you, I may have to see about lending you out to other beings that I have made alliences with and seeing what you will look like with other body modifications as you act the breeding slut for them. I will probably have to think a bit further about that part however. If I allow too many to breed you, there could be a problem in the future when it comes time for alliance marriages. I may have to just take into consideration their suggestions and enjoy them for myself."
Harry felt tears rolling down his face as he heard what was going to be his life from now on. He could only hope that his life would be a short one. Then he remembered that Voldemort claimed that Harry would live as long as he did and Harry couldn't contain the anguished howls that burst from him.
"I see you have finally put it together, Harry. You will have eternity to be bred and modified and bred again. And now to ensure that you will be able to carry offspring."
Tom placed his wand against Harry's lower abdomen and hissed out another incantation. This time Harry didn't feel any overwhelming pain. He did feel a great deal of discomfort as it felt like his entire innards were bloating and twisting and re-arranging themselves, but it was far easier to cope with than the burning pain of his ears and eyes. The only thing that was painful about it was the fact that what was occuring was paving the way for him to be raped by a wolf, then be further raped, while pregnant, by the man that the wolf would become.
Once his innards ceased their movement, Harry was scared to note that Tom had moved into place behind him and he could no longer see the older man. Harry, trying to use his new ears to give himself an informed guess as to what would be occuring next, listened hard to the sound of vials being moved and clinked against one another. Then the sound of footsteps as Tom moved back into view off to the side.
"See this," Tom held up what looked like a long, black wolf's tail attached to a 12in long, extremely thin glass rod. "This was something made especially for you in the two weeks that I had to prepare."
Tom continued speaking as he moved out of sight behind Harry again.
"I coated the crystal portion of the tail with a potion that contains semen from both Fenrir and myself. Fenrir's portion also contains seed from his wolf form. It will ensure that you will only find pleasure from the two of us, and that you will crave our seed. So much so that if you do not recieve seminal fluid from one or the both of us within a reasonable amount of time, you will seek us out and take it from us regardless of where we might be at the time. And the tail was a request of Fenrir's again. He wished to see it raised up on high as you begged shamelessly for his wolf to cover you and inject its seed deeply within you as it knots and plugs you up. I can't wait to watch."
And with that, Tom pulled one of Harry's butt cheeks out of the way and slid the slicked up, 12in, crystal rod fully into Harry until the bushy, black tail was completely flush with his hole, all the while ignoring Harry's whines as his hole was breached for the first time.
Tom placed his wand against the hanging fur tail where it met up with the crystal rod and mumured the latest spell needed. He was rewarded moments later by Harry's howls and the sight of the tail curling between Harry's legs in shame and pain. Reaching back without looking, Tom snagged a vial. Pouring some of the slightly cloudy concoction on the fingers of his other hand, he then rubbed them together, ensuring that they were well coated.
"Bitch in heat," Tom clearly stated.
Harry could immediately feel something was off. His body began to heat up, his penis filled with blood and became rock hard as it bobbed between his legs, his nipples, all of them, tightened up, his new tail curled away from his legs and instead could be felt hitting against his back and his hole, that had just been sending stabbing pain signals up to his brain, felt loose and slick. Whatever the slick was began to drip out of Harry and trickled down the backs of his thighs. Not that Harry cared. As his body heated up and his cocked swelled with blood, all that he could think of was finding a means of quenching the fire and need he felt. Dazed, Harry let out a pleading whine for someone to save him as his mouth opened and he began to pant.
That was what Tom was waiting for and without a second thought, he shoved his slicked up fingers deeply within Harry's loosened hole until he found the boy's prostate, which he than began to mercilessly began to assault. He held the vial with its remaining contents up to Harry's mouth and poured them in, promptly dropping the vial once he did so to place his hand over Harry's mouth until the boy had swallowed the contents. Toms then used that hand to begin to milk Harry's leaking cock, all the while chanting under his breath. He didn't let up on his prostate assault, fisting the boy's leaking cock, or murmuring the necessary spell until he felt Harry's passage tighten around his fingers and cum shoot out over his other hand as Harry released a triumphant howl. Once that had occured, Tom quickly hissed out the master spell that he had planned to lock all changes in place unless he wished to change them, then he pulled away from Harry and moved to stand in front of the Boy-who-lived. The results were all he had hoped for after all the studying and planning.
The boy was sporting a full body flush and was straining against his bonds, trying frantically to reach Tom and whining pathetically. His cock was rapidly refilling with blood as his body's new password activated hormones were convinced that he was truly a bitch in heat and thanks to that little potion, Harry's senses were telling him that the man in front of him, and Fenrir, although he wasn't here because of the delicate nature of body modification spell casting, could ease the burning, desperate need that was now driving him. Harry's heat induced instincts were also telling him that he needed, desperately, to be pupped. The details that Fenrir had hammered out prevented Tom from taking the boy anally, just incase the pregnancy prevention charm failed, but said nothing about claiming and despoiling the mouth that was so frantically trying to call him closer. He may as well enjoy as much of the next 24 hours of the spell as he could before leaving the boy aching and needy as he retired to find some much needed sleep for himself after using up quite a bit of power on the massive changes implemented on the lithe, youthful body begging so prettily before him.
"Let's just put that new tongue of yours to better use, bitch," Tom growled as he waved his hand at the contraption Harry was hanging from, causing it to move into a different position. Once Harry was parallel to the floor, Tom opened up the front of the casual dress slacks that he had been wearing and slid foward. Fisting Harry's now longer hair in one hand, he grabbed hold of his erection with the other and, after hitting Harry on the lips and tongue a time of two, slid it home into the tight heat of Harry's mouth.
"I think we'll have a grand old time, don't you?" Voldemort groaned with a maniacal light shining deep within his eyes as he ignored the raven haired boy choking on his unexpected, yet desperately needed, mouthful.