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"Aunt Petunia, I REALLY can't leave the house! Dumbledore said-" "Don't you dare bring that freak up! I don't care what he said, you're going to help them. That's final!" she hissed through clenched teeth. "Aunt Petunia, Voldemort is back! I can't leave the house!" Harry protested desperately, trying to pull his arm from her tight grasp. "You're already out here, aren't you? Shut your mouth and hurry up." She snarled back, digging her nails into his arm painfully. Harry could feel his heart pounding as he looked up and down the street frantically. Futilely hoping someone would rescue him. Of course, the only one out was Mrs. Polkiss, who gave his Aunt a sympathetic look and passed them with a sneer at Harry. She'd probably give him to the Death Eaters. Everyone on the street would after all the lies the Dursleys had spread over the years. Harry went silent, still trying to tug away occasionally so he could sprint back to Number 4. He was wandless as she had yanked him out of the house faster than Buckbeak eating a ferret. Harry was both surprised and unsurprised that his Aunt had no qualms about putting him in possibly fatal danger. Muggle or not, it had all been explained to her. His Aunt interrupted his thoughts with a strong jerk of his arm and a "Hurry up, Boy. I said we'd be there at 8 AM, and I must make a good impression." Resisting the urge to mock her, as it surely wouldn't help, Harry despondently let her drag him down Wisteria Walk towards the house.
***30 MINUTES EARLIER***
"Get up, Boy! Get dressed!" His Aunt's demanding shriek and pounding knocks woke him abruptly. "I'm up." Harry snapped back tiredly. There was a slight pause, undoubtedly her debating about chewing him out, then the locks on the door clicked open and she walked away. Harry untangled the sheets from his legs and slowly got out of bed, rubbing his eyes on the way to the wardrobe. He'd managed to sleep a bit, but it certainly wasn't restful. Tossing and turning as he watched Cedric die over and over. As he watched Voldemort return and Moody melt away into Crouch. Heard Amos Diggory's wails upon seeing the corpse that was his son. No, his sleep wasn't restful at all. Harry got dressed and headed to the bathroom to take care of his business. Looking in the mirror, he was unsurprised to see he looked terrible with dark bags under his eyes and pinched brows. Harry yawned and turned away and groggily headed down the stairs, shoved into the wall by Dudley as he went. "Thanks," he muttered sarcastically.
"Good, there you are," his Aunt frowned at his face but continued, "People have finally moved into the house on Wisteria Walk and need their yard cleaned up." Harry paused at this...surely she wasn't implying what he thought? "They've heard about you and asked if they could borrow you for the day, so I'm taking you down there now," she said as she grabbed her purse. Harry stared at her and hesitantly questioned, "Um, Aunt Petunia, I'm not allowed to leave the house, remember?" She turned back from the front door to look at him. They stared at each other for a few awkward seconds before she took a quick step forward and grabbed his arm. Harry squawked indignantly and tried to yank away as she pulled him closer till their faces were inches apart, "I said you'll do it, so you'll do it. Don't complain. And hurry up. We'll be late!" With that, his Aunt threw the door open, jerked him out, and slammed it quickly behind them. "What! Aunt Petunia, stop! Let go! I can't leave the house!" Harry yelped. "Keep your voice down. What will the neighbors think? You're going," she replied angrily and took off at a brisk walk, dragging him down the sidewalk behind her.
***NOW***
The house did need work, with overgrown weeds up to their knees and dead vines halfway up the wall. The white paint on the front door was chipping too, as Number 11 Wisteria Walk had sat empty for at least two years. Harry absently guessed that he'd get forced to paint that. Not as concerning as the idea of Death Eaters apparating in, killing his Aunt (and likely these new neighbors), kidnapping him, and throwing him at Voldemort's feet. Aunt Petunia knocked lightly on the door and plastered on her fake smile. Harry didn't bother, glowering at the door. He may be here but he wasn't happy about it. They'd already 'heard about him' so it didn't matter if he smiled. They probably hated him already. The door swung open to reveal an attractive man nearly bulging out of a white button-down. His muscles were huge! Aunt Petunia's smile flickered but returned full force. Harry was surprised it came back, as this man had long, grey hair slicked back in a ponytail, a small gold hoop earring in his left ear, and his blue jeans were a bit dirty. Not someone Aunt Petunia would usually smile at, but maybe she was getting paid for his labor or something. The guy looked kinda like a biker.
"Mrs. Dursley and Mr. Potter! Welcome and good morning, come right in!" The man grinned a bit ferally and stepped aside, eyes lingering on Harry. Aunt Petunia returned his greeting and unhesitantly stepped inside. The man closed the door after a glance out. He led them into the sitting room, motioned for them to sit down on the couch, and offered tea from the set on the coffee table. Harry shook his head but his Aunt graciously accepted, still holding her fake smile. She finally let go of his arm, and Harry felt it tingle as the blood returned to the area. He side-eyed her as he rubbed it, sure there would be nail marks. He listened to them exchange pleasantries ("What a nice morning, isn't it?" "Oh yes, quite lovely.") as he nervously looked around the room. Harry was still waiting for a Death Eater or 12 to pop in, so he jumped when another man appeared silently in the doorway. He looked a bit familiar, but Harry couldn't place him. The man smiled at Harry and apologetically said, "Sorry for startling you, kid." He then turned to Aunt Petunia and said, "Why don't we head to the other room while Fenrir talks to your nephew?" As she placed down her undrunk tea and left with him, Harry realized neither man had introduced themselves. He wondered how long Aunt Petunia had known them. The two left and Fenrir stood to relocate to her seat next to Harry. He tossed his arm over the back of the couch and leaned a bit too close for Harry's liking. "So how old are ya, kid?" He asked, sounding less sophisticated than he had when Aunt Petunia was here. "Er, I'm 14. But I'll be 15 soon," Harry replied, inching away uncomfortably. Fenrir nonchalantly followed, not seeming to notice, and with nowhere else to go Harry gave up and let him sit close. "Yeah? Just a little thing, aren't ya?" The man said with a smirk. Harry couldn't help but bristle at this but didn't reply. The two sat in silence for a bit and then the man stated, "Oh, don't be offended. You're too cute when you glare at me." Harry gasped. "What?" Harry demanded angrily, "What are you- ouch!" Fenrir had pulled his hair!
Harry tried to stand up, offended, but got caught around the waist and pulled onto the man's lap. Before he could shout, a hand was over his mouth and Harry's wrists were caught before he could hit the guy. He went still, breathing hard from rage and slight fear. "Good boy, such a pretty little thing," the man purred, pressing his nose to Harry's neck. Harry tried to protest, but Fenrir was muffling him too well. Where the bloody hell was his Aunt?? His eyes went wide and a small noise escaped him when he remembered why the other man was familiar. Voldemort's hissing voice filled his head, demanding repayment for 13 lost years, naming the returned Death Eaters. Nott. That man who left with his Aunt was Nott, a Death Eater! Harry flailed in Fenrir's grip, but the man might as well have been made of steel. All he did was laugh and pull Harry closer. "You're not going anywhere, little lamb. Nott will take care of your bitchy Aunt while I'll take care of you. He's good with memory charms, but they'll take time," he cheerfully said. Harry had the frantic thought that at least they weren't killing her, but quickly realized HE was going to die instead. He shouldn't have let her drag him out of the protection of the house. "You keep quiet now, I don't need you yelling in my ear. Nobody outside the house can hear you anyway," Fenrir said as he uncovered Harry's mouth.
"Let go of me! You let go right now," Harry demanded, definitely yelling in Fenrir's ear. The man just chuckled and exasperatedly said, "What'd I just say, pretty boy? You don't want me upset, I promise". The last words were said in a deep growl and Harry froze, suddenly getting the feeling that he was in deeper shit than he realized. Fenrir nuzzled his neck again with a hum and slipped his free hand under Harry's shirt to pet his belly. "Oh God..." Harry whispered, tears springing to his eyes. "Aww, little thing, doncha worry, I'll make you feel good if you behave," Fenrir said softly. Harry's hands were released just for his head to be jerked back by the hair so Fenrir could kiss him. He involuntarily gasped and the man took the opportunity to lick inside his mouth, holding him in place with a firm but soft grip. He started to get lightheaded, squirming on the man's lap. Fenrir pulled back and said, "Breathe through your nose, little lamb," before going right back in. He sucked on Harry's tongue, who took the advice and desperately hyperventilated through his nose. In a flurry of movement, Harry was released just
to be hauled around to face the man on his lap, giving him easier access. "Put your arms around my neck," the man instructed as he placed his hand on the small of Harry's back. Harry did so, feeling unsteady as Fenrir went back to kissing him. Fenrir felt like he was everywhere, taking him over. His fingers rubbed Harry's scalp gently, his other hand petting his back, his slick tongue in his mouth.
Harry was getting hot and his body was beginning to respond. The man hadn't lied, this did feel good. His eyes were slipping shut and he was starting to slump against Fenrir's chest. The man leaned back finally and tugged at Harry's shirt until he let go and let him take it off. "Look at you," Fenrir murmured, "I knew you'd be a good boy for me, little lamb." He reached down and Harry gave a startled moan when he rubbed his cock through his pants. The man rolled his hips up against him and Harry's hands flew back around his neck with a gasp. Fenrir said, "C'mon lamb, kiss me back now." He kept rubbing Harry's cock as he brought their mouths together again, and Harry tentatively mimicked his movements. He felt Fenrir smile against his mouth and had a flash of embarrassment but kept kissing him anyway. Fenrir paused to unbutton Harry's pants and swiftly reached into his boxers to grab his cock and start jerking it. Harry found it hard to keep his voice down as he moaned into Fenrir's mouth. He sucked Fenrir's tongue and the man growled, breaking away to manhandle him into another position, this time on his back laid out on the couch. He pressed down and pulled Harry's leg up so their groins were pressed tight together, rolling his hips. Harry started gasping, letting out a little "Uh" each time he felt Fenrir's cock against his own through their pants. "Told you I'd make you feel good, little lamb," the man said smugly, "It'll feel even better when I fuck you."