Fic harry/draco creature-fic
Splantine
Harry/Draco fic but mostly hurt/comfort and some harry/blaise but that is one sided. inplied Draco/Voldermort non-graphic.
Chapter One
“Release that child!” yelled Harry potter as he ordered the Aurors to stop sending crucio curses at a child; naked, scared, covered in dirt and grim. Harry hadn’t been able to stomach, let alone stand hearing the screams, they were more than just the madness of Azkaban prisoners, and there was a weakness and innocence in the screams.
They were in the dudgeons of the new ministry, the only light- as there was no windows- came from the oak doors and one lone candle. Death eaters were lined up against the walls, stuck to them by strong sticking charms and wards. The child was in the centre of the room, completely still, only letting out quick, short breaths even though he needed to gasp in oxygen. “What have you done to that child?"
“Sir, it is not a child. It is a Spl- Splantine, an animal. The pet of He-Who-Must-Not Be-Named. We found him when our guard raided He- Who- Must- Not- Be- Named's hideout.”
Harry’s expression darkened.
The Aurors walked away swiftly, giving Harry a wide birth. Harry stepped forward and hunkered down on his hunches, he gasped when he got closer. “Malfoy?”
He had recognised the white blond hair even though it was covered in several inches of dirt. Malfoy flinched, the first sign of life since the Aurors had stopped. Then grey orbs of sadness turned towards the voice that had spoken his long forgotten name.
“You know him?” asked an Auror.
“Yes, it’s Draco Malfoy. Lucius Malfoy’s son.” Harry stated as he knelt down next to Draco, what had Voldermort done to you, Harry thought silently as he regarded the figure curled up in a cage.
An icy drawl came from the shadows in a corner, “That is not my son, he may share my late sons name but he is not my son, Potter.” Lucius Malfoy was slumped against one of the darkest corners in the dudgeons, he looked weak and sneered at Harry and the rest, as if he was still a rich, well respected gentleman of society.
Not a worthless criminal.
Draco flinched and scrambled towards Harry, almost into his lap. He gripped hold of Harry’s robes, crying into them, spreading a large wet patch across the ends of his robes.
“Master. Please forgive me for being bad Splantine. Splantine has been trained by old wizard Master.” Draco knew he would more than likely be punished later for the display and for ruining his Masters’ robes, but was so relieved that his rightful Master had finally come for him.
Harry started to cough.
A squat, be speckled man in purple robes and a humble face stepped up behind him, he stared down his nose at Draco as if a large muddy stain was on his shoes, not looking at Harry much better.
“It looks like you are the animals rightful owner Mr. Potter, could you and your pet come to my office in five minutes please.” He was the new ministry of magic from yesterday, a week after the war. Harry was of the opinion that he would shortly become another Fudge.
Draco had been stuffed into a cage and unable to leave it, much to Harry’s disgust. He started to cry and tremble when Harry had moved more than a foot away.
Harry was now in the minister’s office with Draco in a cage on the floor next to his chair. He’d been kept waiting half an hour.
And was furious.
“Thank you for waiting. Now to business, you need to register your pet with a name?”
Harry looked at the minister, what was he was on about. “His names Draco, same as it’s always been.”
Draco was relieved; he’d been given his name back after so long. A quick quotes quill scribbled it down for him.
“Not true Mr. Potter, he has had several names in the last couple of years.” The minister pondered and then changed the subject when he looked at Draco who was leaning against the side of the cage nearest to Harry.
“He hardly seems worth the money of medicine from the looks of things, we could put him down. Mrs Deloris Umbridge, head of Magical creatures’ security has installed some new regulations for animals. She, I know, is not well liked by the majority of Hogwarts students of your generation. A few books with information on them your new possession can be found at Flourish and Botts have. A list of the new regulations she has made about pets like yours, will be sent to you tomorrow. Mr. Potter.”
Harry apparated them to Diagon Alley, Harry was greeted with smiles at Flourish and Botts when he asked for any relevant books. Draco got surprised looks then sneers and was spat at discreetly.
To say the least Harry was not in the best of moods when they left Diagon Alley after he had caught a young wizard spitting on Draco and whispering obscene words at him. He then returned them to Grimmauld place, Harry's new residence which he had moved into after the war.
He called Kreacher as soon as they entered the entrance hall; he handed his cloak to Kreacher and placed Draco, in his cage gentle on the floor. “Kreacher stoke the fires in the library and bedrooms. Blinky, start cooking.” Harry didn’t like resisting saying please and thank you, but knew that the elves would be offended if he did.
Kreacher disappeared with a loud ‘pop’ but Blinky remained with a confused expression. “Food for Master Harry and his Splantine?” Harry frowned at Draco being addressed in that manner. “Yes, food for myself and my guest who will be addressed as such. Do I make myself clear, Blinky?”
Draco had sat there in silence and aw, he knew of his position and knew that house elves would treat him as such. “Sorry about that, do you want a bath and I’ll find some clothes. I expect I would in your position.”
Harry lifted the cage again and carried Draco up to the master suite which Harry had had redecorated- as well as the rest of the house- at the earliest opportunity.
He opened Draco's cage and Draco crawled out in bewilderment. He was scooped up into Harry's arms and place in a massive tub with bubble bath up to the rim and lots of fosses, told to soak for as long as he liked. Robes were laid out for him on a chair next to the bath.
Draco did not linger long as he feared his Master would beat him if he remained to long, he walked down the passage he had come up and Draco used his bond of servitude to his Master to direct him into the library and his Master’s presence.
Harry sat in a royal blue winged back chair staring into the burning fire, giving orders kindly to his old house elf, Kreacher which Draco had met in his fifth year when he come to see Narcissa.
Draco knew from the old wizard that he was supposed to crawl in his Master’s presence. He remembered from his childhood when his sire’s friends came over to talk about death eater business that they would bring their own Splantine with them and they would follow them around with dog leashes on. Draco had felt shame when doing so for the crazy old wizard but for his rightful Master it felt natural, as it was what his Master would expect.
Kreacher’s eyes flickered over him as he came towards his master, a look of approvable - if slightly grudging. Draco hesitantly kneeled next to his Masters’ chair, not sure which place he wanted as the old wizard had normally positioned him, once in range of his clawed hands.
Harry was a little less shocked than he would have been half an hour ago at Draco’s behaviour. He had come down and poured over all the books, having learned during the war it was better to look yourself than be told secondary information by Hermione’s lectures:
Draco was now looked upon by the wizarding community and Ministry law as an animal; a pet of Harry’s and would be expected to perform all the duties his species was known for. They have one rightful master and know who their master is from the time they are born. They can have several masters before their rightful one claims them, then no more.
They would exhibit cat-like behaviour during the months of October to December. Harry hadn’t read on from there as it had gone into how an owner could use that to his advantage.
Their only difference from a slave was their status as a pet and they were thought of as animals lower than house elves because of their bound magic to their master and a wand. Kreacher had then confirmed what Harry had learned.
“Can we have dinner in here please Kreacher?” Harry said so he did not have to acknowledge Draco as he crawled. He felt awkward enough as it was.
“Did you enjoy your bath? I’ll send for Madame Malkins to come and make some robes up for you tomorrow. You can sit how you like Draco, make yourself comfortable.”
Draco stare, his Master was generous; food, clothes and being allowed to sit as he wished, but he felt awkward. Draco had spent more than two years on the floor at another masters’ feet and he’d become used to the feel of a hard floor below him and was just getting used to the feel of plush, thick carpet below himself. Draco selected a small cushion from a near by chair as he didn’t know what he was allowed to take and brought it down to his level at Harry’s feet, feeling more secure that his Master wouldn't forget him if he remained close by.
Then Kreacher and Blinky ‘pop’ed in with a banquet of food, Harry smiled and tapped Draco who made to take the food and place it on the table but Harry just gestured for him to say thank you. Harry started to eat the delicious food placed in front of him then noticed Draco staring at the floor.
“Draco you can eat takes as much as you like. Blinky’s an excellent cook!” When he didn’t move except to lift his head Harry was puzzled.
“What’s the matter, I gave you permission?”
Draco heard the puzzlement in his Masters’ voice and said in a small voice, hoping not to get beaten for it. “I can only take from your hand Master, you have to feed me.”
Harry spluttered.
“In time I could take food from a plate you gave to me. Can I stay on the ground Master?”
Draco held his breath for a strike but it never came. Harry pulled Draco up onto the table placing a selection of foodstuff onto a plate. It was a whole day’s meal when the crazy old wizard owned him, and his rightful Master was giving it to him as an evening meal. Draco eat as the plate was held out him, he felt almost human as he was eating from a plate and not the floor.
There was an awkward moment as Draco started to bend down to eat without his hands, when Harry held out a glass of wine for Draco to drink from, as he had tired to lap it up like a puppy would water. Draco had forgotten how to drink from a glass as it had been so long, the old wizard preferring to give him a dog bowl and Draco had been taught to not use his hands.
Harry was shocked and placed the cup and plate on the table so Draco could get at them more easily, just adding some more food to Draco's plate.
Kreacher had appeared with a warmed baby’s bottle from years-gone-by. “Kreacher has made up a bottle for master Harry’s pet Splantine. It is ready to drink master Harry.” He bowed so his ears swept the floor and ‘pop’ed out.
Draco was happy when he saw Harry take the bottle from Kreacher as his Master would be feeding him by hand. He drank deeply as the nip went in his mouth; he didn’t know how long Master would like to feed him.
When Harry saw Draco was gulping as fast as possible and small amounts of milk escaped his mouth to dripple slowly down his chin. He gently pulled the bottle from Draco’s mouth. “I’m not going to take it away, Draco. Swallow and then take your time.”
Draco swallowed, he then carefully took the nip back into his mouth and continued sucking, and his eyes drifting to look at Harry who was eating his chocolate fudge cake one handed as Draco drank, having feed Draco the majority of his food first.
Harry was surprised to find he wasn’t uncomfortable feeding Draco, he assumed it must be part of the Splantine ownership magic. He’d been surprised when Draco had chosen to collect a small wore out cushion when Harry had said to make himself comfortable. Harry planned to get Draco up onto the sofa sooner or later.
Harry had then led a conversation on quidditch and with prompting; Draco had started to answer with sentences longer than three or four words. Later, when Harry noticed Draco was tiring and beginning to yawn he’d put him to bed.
When Harry had placed Draco into the suite of rooms next to his Draco had clung, he had not clung physically but the raw emotion when Harry had tried to leave had stopped Harry more than any hands would have. Harry stayed until he’d fallen asleep but ten minutes later when he was just nodding off himself Draco had silently - if you didn’t here his whimpers and sobbing-creeped into Harry's darkened room and hid behind one of the curtains attached to Harry’s four poster bed at the top nearest where Harry was lying. Harry sighed and had picked Draco up looking into the scared and tear stained face, he let him settle into his bed beside him, Draco was terrified of the dark. Harry left the small bedside lamp on so he wouldn't be scared and had gently rubbed circles into his back so he would calm enough to sleep.
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