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They had been fighting in the Department of Mysteries for what felt like forever. Harry cast his third bombarda as he ran, but it missed and blasted apart a statue of a fox. He caught a flash of color as the statue fell apart, then he stumbled as he was hit by a spell. However nothing hurt, so he continued to run and cast spells. 

The Order finally appeared and engaged in the fight. The tides seemed to turn until Harry watched in horror as his godfather fell into the veil. Professor Lupin caught him before he could leap in after him, then he was shouting.

"You can't, Harry!" Remus cried out. "Stay still, let me look you over. Where did these tails come from?!"

However Bellatrix was cackling, and she had Harry's full attention. "I got Sirius Black! I got Sirius Black!!"

Harry tore away from the werewolf with sudden strength. "I'll kill you!" he screeched as he ran towards her. "You killed him!"

Her eyes widened as she looked behind him, then she turned and fled. "What's an itsy bitsy kitsune like you going to do, Potter?" she cackled as they reached the atrium. "Wave your little tails around?"

"Crucio!" Harry screamed as he cast the spell at Bellatrix. He had no idea what she was talking about - he just wanted her to hurt. She collapsed and screamed, but she was up just a few seconds later with another smile on her lips. "Crucio!"

She dodged the second one with a laugh. "You need to mean it!" she said. "That barely tickled!"

"Harry Potter," Harry suddenly heard from behind him, and he knew it was Voldemort. He whipped around just in time to hear "Stupify," then Harry knew no more.

When Harry came to, it was with a blinding headache, his body tied up and propped against an armchair, and someone petting his head. "Awake, Potter?" Voldemort asked, and Harry threw himself to the side with a bewildered cry. He landed on his side and got a skewed and blurry look at the room - a fireplace behind him, a coffee table in front of him, bookshelves on a wall, and the flowery chintz armchair that Voldemort was sitting on - then he was crying out in pain as Voldemort cast a crucio on him.

"W-where am I?" he croaked once the spell ended, panting for air. For the first time ever, he felt utterly defeated being bound at his enemy's feet, and... He was naked, too. Not even his glasses which explained his blurry vision. He immediately curled up to hide his crotch. "Where are my clothes?!"

"Pets do not ask questions," Voldemort chuckled, then he pointed his wand at Harry. Harry flinched, but all that happened was that the ropes he was bound by jerked him upright, then they dragged him back into the original position he had been in before Voldemort buried his fingers in Harry's hair and caused his scar to flare with a sharp pain. "Now, what to do with you..."

"Let me go!" he demanded. "I'm not a pet!"

"It has been three days since the fight at the Department and Lucius has maneuvered to have you declared dead," Voldemort said, ignoring Harry's demands. He continued to pet Harry's head and Harry whimpered in pain. "You are what I say you are. Who would have thought that you were hiding a creature status? It must have come from your mother."

"Creature status?" Harry asked, confused and incredulous at what he was hearing. "What are you talking about?! And why did you have me declared dead?! Dumbledore will-"

"Crucio!" 

Harry shrieked with unimaginable pain once again, and when the spell cut out and he was able to see the world around him once more, he saw that he was on the floor in front of the armchair and that Voldemort had a bare foot planted on his belly to keep him in place.

"You will never say that name in my presence again," Voldemort ordered as he glared at Harry, then he dropped his eyes down into his lap where there was a book that Harry had not noticed the first time he got to glance around. "How long have you known you are a kitsune?"

"What are you talking about?" Harry asked. "What is a kits-neh?"

Voldemort smiled and Harry cringed away. The movement caused a spike of pain to travel up his tailbone and into his spine, but he ignored it for the moment.

"Kitsune, Potter," he said. "A mythological creature from legends that isn't supposed to exist. Perhaps it was something in the department that transformed you. Are you aware that you have two tails?"

Harry stared at Voldemort like he was the one with two heads, but the highly uncomfortable position of lying on his back made another sharp pain shoot up his spine and he squirmed. Something squirmed under him and he yelped with surprise as he tried to twist to see it only to have Voldemort's foot press down on his belly harder.

"What are you talking about?" Harry asked again. "I don't have two tails!"

Voldemort waved his wand and a mirror made of ice formed over Harry. He grimaced as he saw all the cuts and bruises that littered his pale body, then he gaped when he was what he was indeed lying on top of two orange tails with white tips.

And he had animal ears on top of his head. He twisted his head and saw that his normal ears were gone.

"What did you do to me?!"

"Wormtail, go fetch Rookwood."

Harry hissed as he heard the hated name. "Yes, master," Wormtail said, and Harry heard a door open then close.

"Please, just let me go," Harry begged. "Why did you have me declared dead?"

"So that the ministry would stop looking for you," Voldemort replied. "The tragic boy who died the very night that it was revealed that Voldemort has returned."

"Dumbled-AH!"

Harry screamed in pain as he was hit with another crucio, and this one lasted even longer. It hurt so much that what he was going to say was wiped out of his mind. The spell ended just as he began to pray for death, and all he could do was lie there and pant for air. The mirror that had been hovering over him was gone, and Voldemort was now standing and glaring down at him.

"Every time you say that name, I will hurt you Harry," Voldemort said in a low and angry voice. "Any time you mention any of your little friends I will hurt you. You will learn to obey!"

"Master?" an unfamiliar voice called as Harry heard a new person enter the room. "How may I serve you, my Lord?"

"Rookwood, was there something in the Department of Mysteries that could turn our young friend here into a kitsune? Or had to do with kitsune?"

"Yes, my Lord," Harry heard Rookwood say, and his mind began to race as he thought about it. "There was an ancient statue of a kitsune from an old magical temple that the Japanese Ministry of Magic sold to the department when there was research being done into the divine. It was one of many religious artifacts from around the world that we were researching."

"Harry, did you see a fox statue?" 

Harry clenched his jaws shut, but another crucio had him screaming and writhing once again.

"Answer me!"

"I hit one with a bombarda," Harry croaked out, looking down and away from Voldemort's glare. What harm would it cause to answer this question? It wasn't like he was betraying anyone with it. "It was an accident, I'm sorry."

Rather than angry, Voldemort looked pleased. "What do you think has happened to Harry, Rookwood?"

"I would need to cast spells on him, but I believe he has been cursed," Rookwood replied. "Either that or he released the powers within the statue and was hit with the backlash. There isn't much of a difference, but there is one."

"What is the difference?"

"When it comes to ancient magic? It could be anything."

"I give you three days with the boy, Rookwood," Voldemort said. "He is to be kept in the dungeons. I don't care what you do as long as he is in the same condition or better when you are done. If he escapes or if you irreparably damage him, you will wish for death."

Harry managed a little whimper of fear before a silent spell from Voldemort hit him and he blacked out. 

Over the course of what Harry assumed was three days, he was tortured. Rookwood started with what seemed like harmless spells at first, but that phase didn't last long. He was cut open many times, his organs had been sifted through, his tails had been broken and cut open and studied, and that was just the times he had been awake for procedures. There were others that had been done after he had been knocked out - his brain had especially been studied which meant his head had been cut open - and Rookwood didn't always use numbing charms for it.

When Voldemort appeared in front of his cell, Harry would have crawled to him and begged to be released were he not chained to the wall and gagged.

"As you can see, there is no lasting damage, my Lord," Rookwood said as he walked over to stand next to Voldemort. He was carrying a box in his hands and Harry whined in terror at what could be inside of it. "If anything, he is physically in better condition than before. I cured malnutrition, regrew some bones, fixed his eyesight, and healed the damage he had sustained at the Department of Mysteries. The report I presented has a list of abilities I have uncovered during my research, and I theorize that he will live for centuries if he is not already immortal." 

"He will make a fine pet then," Voldemort replied with a smile as he eyed Harry in a way that made him shiver in fear. "Put the collar on him and feed him the first two potions. After you confirm they are working, bring him to my study."

Voldemort turned to leave and Harry made more whimpering sounds to beg him to stay. He was only a little bit afraid of Voldemort. He was absolutely terrified to be left alone with Rookwood. "Don't worry, my pet," he said. "There will be no more experiments for now."

Voldemort left, and Harry cringed and did his best to make himself look smaller when Rookwood entered the cell. Even his tails were tucked down between his legs where they curled up to cover his genitals and belly. Rookwood ignored him and set the box down on the slab that Harry had been cut open on many times, then he pulled out a green velvet choker with a silver bell on it.

"Bare your neck," Rookwood ordered as he neared Harry, and too scared to disobey Harry lifted his chin. The collar was somehow spelled on since it had no buckles or clasps, then he flinched when Rookwood batted the bell with a finger. "The bell is just a decoration. The collar is keyed to the manor. You will not be able to leave the house."

Then Rookwood banished the gag and went back to the box, but Harry didn't do anything except to close his mouth and swallow several times. When the former Unspeakable turned around, he had a couple potion vials and he put one to Harry's mouth. 

"Drink."

Harry swallowed hard then opened his mouth. He nearly choked when the foul tasting liquid hit the back of his throat, but he swallowed all of it down. He knew that the quicker this was finished, the sooner he would get away from Rookwood. He didn't care that he would be returning to Voldemort. Voldemort seemed the lesser of the two evils.

He was given a few seconds to breathe before the second vial was pressed to his lips. He swallowed that one down easier since it tasted cinnamon sweet, and it washed away the aftertaste of the first potion. Then he suddenly felt woozy, and he finally spoke as Rookwood reached out to undo the chain around his ankles.

"Wha' was that?" he slurred.

"I don't know, the Dark Lord just ordered me to feed them to you," he replied.

That was one thing about Rookwood. Any time Harry had asked a question, he had gotten an answer. Just before, those answers had been things like 'I'm going to numb your belly then cut you open to see how your digestive tract works now that you have had some lunch,' so he had stopped asking questions like 'What are you going to do?' when he saw Rookwood walk in with things like boxes and cases that ended up containing things like knives and drills.

As the seconds passed, Harry's head got even fuzzier. By the time his arms were released, the world was highlighted with soft colors and he had no balance at all. Rookwood had to  carry him bridal style and he saw people staring after they exited the dungeons, but all it did was make him giggle and wave before he stared up at the ceiling and its pretty lights.

"The potions made him high, my Lord," he distantly heard someone say as they entered a new room with plush dark brown carpet. The armchair he could see looked familiar. Oh, it was the one that Voldemort was sitting in before. Now Voldemort was... behind the desk. Doing Dark Lordy things. Harry giggled again. "Where should I place him?"

"Sit him in the chair," Voldemort ordered. "Bind him too just in case. I'm not going to underestimate the boy again - not until he is fully under my control."

"Yes, my Lord."

Harry hummed as he was carried to the armchair, and when he was placed in it he immediately melted into a puddle. It was the most comfortable thing he had touched in days. However Rookwood grabbed him around the neck and pinned him against the backrest before he could properly curl up, then Harry pouted when ropes came out of the wand and wrapped around him and the armchair so that he wouldn't be able to lounge.

"Leave and close the door behind you. Nobody is to interrupt."

"Yes, my Lord."

"I wanna lay down," Harry slurred out, then pouted when he was ignored. Rookwood left the room and Voldemort continued to work, so Harry was left to stare at the hypnotic fire until something dark stood in front of him an indefinite amount of time later. "Huh?"

"Look at me, my pretty pet," Voldemort said, and he knelt down so that Harry could see his dark red eyes. "Just like that."

Then Harry was hit with a sudden migraine as memories started coming out. His crush on Cho. The wet kiss. Flashes of the Dursleys. His memories with Voldemort. Then it froze at the graveyard scene, and Harry began to try to fight.

But why would he fight?

The graveyard scene... That was when he helped resurrect the Dark Lord. He had given up blood to the ritual, and it tied him to Voldemort now. He was Voldemort's precious pet like Nagini was, and just as Voldemort held some of his blood he also held some of Voldemort's soul. He wanted to protect it, and to do that he needed to protect himself.

Protect himself from what, though? It was Voldemort that-

Protect himself from his old friends. If they knew, they would kill him. He had to remember that they didn't care much at all about him. They had practically neglected him last summer, after all.

But Voldemort had killed his parents! Was trying to kill him!

"Hush, I'm not trying to kill you, my pet," Voldemort said out loud, and Harry blinked out of the daze he had been in. "Your parents died because they were fighting in a war against me. However I have won, and I have decided to take care of you."

Something felt very wrong about that, but his head was too fuzzy to figure it out. "Sirius," he whimpered. Sirius just died. Voldemort killed him!

"No, that was Bellatrix, his cousin," Voldemort replied. "I have punished her for that. I didn't kill him, she did. I took you from the ministry to save you and protect you, my precious soul."

Oh, yeah, he held Voldemort's soul. It was important for him to protect himself and keep it safe.

"Why?" he asked out loud. Because something still didn't make sense. He wasn't sure what, but it didn't make sense! They were supposed to hate each other, weren't they? Oh... being a pet didn't make sense.

"Of course it does," Voldemort said out loud, then he rubbed the top of Harry's head and began scritching around an ear. It felt so good that Harry tilted his head and leaned into it. "Good boy. You are a creature now, Harry. You are no longer human. I think you are very beautiful like this and I want to keep you as my pet. You are unique - the one and only kitsune in the world."

"Oh," Harry slurred. That made sense. Pretty red eyes peered into his own and his headache returned.

He was a creature, an animal, and animals either roamed free to become hunted or they became pets. Harry couldn't be free because it was too dangerous, so he was now a pet.

Harry relaxed and the ropes disappeared. Free to move, he nuzzled the hand still scratching his head and sighed with pleasure.

"Good boy," Voldemort said, then patted Harry's head a couple times before he stood back up. "Now pets belong on the floor, not the furniture."

Harry pouted up at Voldemort, but he got a stern look that didn't go away no matter how sad Harry tried to look. It was such a comfy chair that he didn't want to leave it, but he finally wilted when Voldemort frowned and slunk down onto the floor. Voldemort immediately sat down, then he patted the side of his leg.

"Come here, Harry."

Harry perked up and moved to lean against Voldemort's leg, and it earned him a small smile while both of his ears got scritched at the same time. "Voldemort," he sighed out in appreciation as his eyes half closed with pleasure.

"I suppose you can call me that," Voldemort said, then he withdrew one hand and pulled a potion out of his robe. "Drink this for me, pet."

Harry reached out to take it, then he drank the potion. Warmth immediately pooled in his belly and he moaned as he dropped the empty vial to drape himself across Voldemort's lap.

"Ah, if only I could keep you high on potions all the time," Voldemort chuckled as he smoothed Harry's hair down then started petting his back which made Harry melt. "We shall see how it goes when it wears off. For now, let's see if the first potion worked."

The hand on his back moved down to stroke his tails, and Harry curled them into the petting. Were he a cat he would be purring, even when Voldemort's other hand began to pet his butt. Harry was enjoying being touched so much that it took him a few seconds to realize that Voldemort's long fingers were actually probing around his crack, and there was something slick that was being spread around.

"Wha's tha? Wet."

"That is your slick," Voldemort replied. "From now on, any time you are turned on you will release your own lubrication."

"Why?" Harry wondered out loud. It didn't make sense?

"For this."

Harry's mouth dropped open when a long and cool finger smoothly slid inside of him, then it began to rub at his inner walls. "Stay still, pet," Voldemort ordered as Harry began to squirm from confusion. "I'm looking for... there."

Harry moaned when a spot inside was pressed, and he went limp in Voldemort's lap once again. Voldemort chuckled and rubbed it a few times, but when Harry began to thrust his hips to get friction to his cock, the finger came out and he got a firm spank instead.

"No, you do not hump me," Voldemort sternly said. "Stay still."

Harry whimpered and nodded, and the hand on his back resumed petting him. This time two fingers were pushed in, and Harry groaned at the feeling of being stretched.

"Good boy," Voldemort praised as he resumed rubbing that spot again. "Just stay still. You are a shape shifter, Harry. If you really want to come, you will focus on having a pussy."

"How?" Harry moaned. He had no idea how he was supposed to focus on that! It's not like he has ever had one... or knows how they work.

"Just think about having a pussy," Voldemort coaxed, then he pressed down on that spot hard and Harry felt his balls contract. Come began to trickle out, but it wasn't the same as coming so Harry whimpered with need. "Such a messy little pet. Think about pussies, not your penis."

Harry closed his eyes and began wishing for a pussy as he was milked of more come. He wanted to be a girl! Anything just to be able to come properly! 

Then a funny feeling happened around his groin. It lost the dangling weight and the space in between his legs felt even more wet.

"Good boy," Voldemort praised, then he pulled his fingers out. "Get down on the floor on your hands and your knees, Harry. I'm going to fuck you now."

"Bwah?!" Harry exclaimed, a combination of but! and what?! He rolled off of Voldemort's lap and tried to back away, but the world spun and he got tangled up in his tails that were trying to tuck themselves between his legs.

"Oh, you grew some breasts, too," Voldemort coo'ed as he slid down to the floor. "Nevermind that." 

Voldemort reached out for him, but Harry managed to get his knees under himself and scooted back with a whimper of fear. "I never, no, no," he babbled, scared of having sex with Voldemort. "Why?"

"Shhh," Voldemort shushed as he raised his hands like he was trying to calm a terrified animal and sat down cross legged. Which was what Harry was, right? "I'm not going to hurt you. It felt good, right?"

"Y-yeah," Harry stuttered out, unable to deny that.

"Come here, Harry," Voldemort said as he patted his lap. "Let me pet you. I'll make you feel good again, okay?"

Harry whimpered as he made a couple false started towards Voldemort, but all Voldemort did was give him a smile with his thin lips and patted his lap again. That helped Harry gather up some courage, and he slinked forwards until Voldemort was able to reach out to pet his ears.

Harry trembled in place for several seconds, but when all that happened was getting his ears pet, he crawled forward more. Voldemort coaxed him into his lap with gentle touches, then he kept petting one ear while the other hand moved down to stroke his back. 

Harry slowly relaxed and let the fuzziness in his head take over again. When Voldemort's stroking moved towards his butt, he spread his legs open and moaned when a finger sank inside. It pumped in and out a couple times, then it slid out and the space between his legs was stroked instead.

It felt weird, like fingers sliding between slick folds of skin. Then he recalled that he had wished for a pussy earlier, and realized that that was what Voldemort was playing with. Curious, he spread his knees further apart, and Voldemort touched a bud that made him jolt with even more pleasure than his butt had provided.

"This is your clit," Voldemort said as he began to circle around it making Harry whine with need. "Ask me to play with it nicely. Show me this is what you want."

"Will you please play with my clit?" Harry whined. "I need to come, please?"

Voldemort chuckled, then he directly began to rub it. Harry moaned, then he meeped when Voldemort brought his other hand in to sink inside his pussy.

"Shhh," Voldemort shushed, then he curled the finger inside and started rubbing a spot that further stimulated his clit. "This is the g-spot. It feels good, doesn't it?"

"Yeah," Harry moaned.

"Good," Voldmort said, then he withdrew his hands and Harry cried out. "Move so that your pussy is in front of me so I can play with you better. It is hard coming at things from an angle. It would be best if you are on your knees since being on your back might hurt your tails."

Harry nodded, then Voldemort helped to steady him onto his hands and his knees. He made sure his knees were spread apart so that Voldemort could see everything, then he lowered his top half down so he could use his arms like pillows and relaxed.

"Perfect," Voldemort praised. "I am going to taste you."

Harry didn't know what he meant, and his hips were grabbed before he could ask. He peered back in time to see Voldemort lean forward, then he squeaked when he felt a thick tongue lick his slit starting from his clit and ending at his asshole.

"The potion works very well," Voldemort said, sounding pleased. "Along with making sure that you provide plenty of lubrication, it also makes you taste sweet."

"Other potions?" Harry asked, suddenly curious.

"The second potion you took makes the world a happy place for you," Voldemort said with amusement, then he began rolling Harry's clit around with his fingers. "It makes you more suspect to suggestions. And the third potion increases your fertility for the next twenty four hours and makes all of this feel very, very good. Tomorrow you will take a potion that removes your need to dispose of bodily wastes, and you will take that potion every month for the rest of your life."

"Why?" Harry wondered as he felt his pussy push out a new wave of slick.

"So you don't make messes, my pet," Voldemort replied. "Now stay still. If you move, I won't let you come."

Harry whined at the threat but subsided when his hips were grabbed once more. Voldemort leaned forwards and he began to lap at Harry's pussy with his forked tongue like a man dying of thirst. 

Harry moaned the whole time, but it got hard to stay still as pleasure built up more and more. He very very slowly spread his knees apart for more, and Voldemort flattened his tongue to cover the space. Harry began to pant out his moans as he got close, then he squealed when he finally began to come and tried to lean forward to get away from the tongue.

His hips were gripped harder and Voldemort sealed his mouth over Harry's pussy and began to slurp. Harry squirmed and cried out, and that thankfully got him released. 

"Bad boy," Voldemort growled, making Harry freeze on his knees before he could collapse onto the floor. "I told you not to move."

"I couldn't help it," Harry whimpered, then yelped when his butt was spanked. " 'M sorry!"

One of his hips was released and there was a rustling of fabric behind him, but Harry didn't dare turn around. "Stay still," Voldemort ordered, and Harry nodded. A moment later, something hot and blunt was rubbing along his folds, then it finally caught on his hole and began to press in. "So tight."

Harry squealed in pain as it pushed harder, then it popped in and he realized it was probably Voldemort's cock. He felt like he was being split in two, but he was so slick inside that Voldemort was able to sheathe himself fully with that one thrust. His hip was grabbed again and Voldemort immediately began to move.

"Hurts," Harry whimpered, but he was ignored.

Voldemort groaned as he pumped his hips, then he released Harry's hips and began to stroke his tails. "Ever since I saw Japanese paintings after the second Great War, I've always wanted a kitsune bride," he moaned. "Such fascinating creatures, then I learned they were not real. I had forgotten about it... until I saw you torturing Bella with your two tails aggressively spread behind you. I had to have you, and now you are mine."

Harry's head was so fuzzy and he was so focused on relaxing to ease the pain that the words didn't sink in. He only got one in six of them or so. He understood he was being talked about and Voldemort seemed okay with him torturing Bellatrix, and he sounded pleased about Harry being a kitsune. Then Voldemort reached around and started rubbing his clit.

"Since this is your first time, I understand you were not able to stay still Harry," Voldemort coo'ed, making Harry finally relax. "Your punishment was to have your virginity taken the way I did, but that doesn't mean it shouldn't feel good for you. The better you feel, the higher the change you will conceive."

"Conceive what?" Harry wondered what idea he was supposed to have.

Voldemort chuckled. "Nevermind that," he said, then adjusted himself so that he was shallowly fucking into Harry's g-spot. "You don't need to think for this part. Just feel."

Harry moaned and popped butt out to present his pussy for more. He felt so good. Everything felt so good! He didn't have teachers to torture him anymore and he was Voldemort's pet. He held the man's soul safely within him and his cock felt so good. His life was currently the best it had ever been - no more Umbridge or Rookwood or friends that ignored him - and he didn't want to be anywhere else.

He came screaming around Voldemort's large cock to those thoughts, and Voldemort sheathed himself fully before Harry felt come begin to fill him up. 

"Nnnggghh," he drooled into his arms.

"Good pet," Voldemort panted. "Stay still, we are going to do this again in a few minutes."

Voldemort never softened, and Harry had started dozing off when Voldemort began to move once more. This time it only felt a bit sore, but that feeling went away and Harry began to feel pleasure in a deeper part of him that Voldemort kept slamming into with every thrust.

This time Voldemort lasted much, much longer. Harry orgasmed around his cock twice before Voldemort came inside of him. After that, he pulled out and tipped Harry so that he could curl up on his side with a groan.

"We both need water," Voldemort said as he pulled his wand out of his robes. "Think about having a cock again, Harry. I want to see what happens."

Harry groaned because he didn't want to think, but he closed his eyes and fervently began to wish to have his cock back. It took several seconds, but eventually the familiar weight and feel of having a cock formed, and he opened his eyes and looked down to confirm it was there. That was when Voldemort gave him a cup, and he immediately started to gulp down the water.

Water that tasted odd.

"Spread your legs," Voldemort ordered.

Harry began to obey, but the fuzz in his head cleared and he slammed his legs shut together instead. "Oh my god!" he exclaimed as he tried to cover himself up with his hands, confused and feeling panicked. "What... What are we doing?!"

"Harry, I just ordered you to open your legs," Voldemort said in a warning tone. "Let me see in between them."

Harry whimpered and looked up at Voldemort who was frowning. He opened his mouth to ask if he had to, but he snapped it shut when Voldemort glared. Slowly, he scooted back a little to sit on his butt, raised his knees to his chest, then looked down and away as he spread himself open for Voldemort to see.

"Good boy," Voldemort said, and Harry sagged with relief. He didn't want to end up with Rookwood again, and... he was Voldemort's pet. Of course he should listen to Voldemort's orders. "You still have a pussy and that pleases me. Rookwood theorized that if you tried to switch genders, you would get stuck as a hermaphrodite."

Harry shuddered and reached down to push his balls to the side so he could look at himself. He saw the top of a slit that had white stuff clinging to it, and when he used a finger to scoop it up and sniffed it, he realized it was come. He tried to recall what had happened after he was taken out of the cell, but all he could really remember was being warm, comfortable, and feeling very very good.

"What happened?" he asked. "Why am I... Did we just...?"

"Have sex?" Voldemort asked with a smirk. "Yes we did. You begged to have your clit played with and to come. Do your remember that?"

Harry froze. He... vaguely remembered something like that. Needing to come so bad that he had been willing to do anything... And still feeling very horny going by how hard his penis was and how sensitive it felt brushing against the inside of his thigh with every breath.

"I don't understand," Harry said, feeling confused. What had happened to get him here in this state? It must have been one of the potions Rookwood had fed him. That was when he started feeling dizzy. "Why would we do that?"

"Because I am going to get you pregnant before the night is over," Voldemort said, and Harry was going to ask why but it was answered before he could. "You are mine, and that is what I want."

"Aren't I just a pet?" he asked, then he raised a hand to his head. He was uncertain where the knowledge had come from, but he knew it was the truth. That made him also look up at Voldemort with hope. "Does that mean no more Rookwood?"

"Nobody except for me will ever touch you again, pet," Voldemort said. "As long as you are a good boy and you keep yourself safe and obey me, I won't let anyone harm you."

"Because I have your soul?"

Again, knowledge that Harry had no clue where it came from, only that it was true. He had... helped resurrect Voldemort. Yes, that was it. He had helped resurrect Voldemort and had been... rewarded with a piece of soul because he had given him blood.

He didn't recall how he had gotten back to Hogwarts after the graveyard, but he had a feeling that that was also by portkey.

"Because you are a kitsune as well," Voldemort said. "The only one. Though hopefully not for very long. You will be the mother of a new race."

Harry had no idea what to think about that. It was actually fairly difficult to think at all because of how horny he felt. He straightened out the leg that his penis had been touching so that it couldn't continue to brush up against it, and he wondered what he was supposed to do. He had always wanted a family, but with Voldemort? He had a feeling it wouldn't be the loving family he had always imagined he wanted.

"What about Hogwarts? My NEWTs?"

"You have been declared dead - it was the only way to get you away from people like Dumbledore and Umbridge," Voldemort said. "Unfortunately, Rookwood was a necessary evil. We needed to know more about you to make sure you didn't die from eating an orange or something, and we needed to know your limitations and abilities."

"What are my limitations and abilities?"

"Your limitations are mostly the same as before, however you can no longer use a wand. Instead, your magic is more focused on shapeshifting and illusions. I will teach you how to use illusions later. Our children will be able to use both."

"Because I blew up a statue?"

"Yes," Voldemort said. "You got the backlash of ancient magic. Now enough talking, you have needs to be attended to. Finish your water, then we will mate again. You need it right now."

Harry's bottom lip quivered. He was cursed to become the mother of a whole new race? He looked up at Voldemort again and thought about that. Well... At least it was with someone strong enough to keep him protected. And hopefully he could make a family with the babies. And their children should be beautiful going by how Voldemort looked before all this... Hopefully.

"Okay," he quietly agreed, then drained the cup in one go before he set it to the side. 

"Get on your hands and knees, Harry," Voldemort gently ordered, and Harry obeyed. His twin tails were then stroked, and he couldn't help but relax. "Good boy... I will take care of you, Harry. Don't be afraid."

Voldemort easily took over the wizarding world. It only took him three years, and he had three children from Harry with twins currently on the way. He enjoyed seeing his old enemy heavy with his child, so as soon as he recovered from one pregnancy he would secretly dose him with the next fertility potion and fuck him for an entire day to get him pregnant again.

Harry was indeed an immortal as they found out two years after Voldemort conquered the UK. Bellatrix tried to poison Harry with a fast acting poison while Voldemort was out, and though he miscarried he lived through it. Voldemort had Bellatrix flayed, salted, quartered, then burned for that and for making Harry inconsolable with grief, but that was also the first time Harry didn't need a fertility potion since he felt like he needed to be pregnant to make up for his loss.

After the eighth child, Voldemort had a new collar made for Harry and they moved to Hogwarts where Harry was kept tethered to. Harry was a lot happier in his new home, and Voldemort allowed him to ban Death Eaters from entering anywhere except the headmaster's office that Voldemort used as a study. Between Rookwood and Bellatrix, Harry didn't like the death eaters. At least none of the older ones though he did allow Draco to teach potions after Voldemort disposed of Slughorn and would later allow the next generation of Death Eaters to fill in teaching roles for the new students.

Fifteen years after taking over Wizarding Britain, Voldemort took over muggle Britain and declared it the first wizarding country in the world. Harry became his Queen consort, and as their children became adults, Voldemort used them to arrange marriages with other countries both magical and muggle to form alliances. Unlike their mother, the kids could fully shift into a human form, and their children would only be able to shift into the half form that was Harry's base form.

Harry did learn to shapeshift, but there was always some kind of kitsune trait that would give him away. He didn't use it except as for bedroom games with Voldemort, and Voldemort enjoyed it very much. The rest of the world slowly relaxed when Voldemort made no moves to conquer it - he was quite happy with the UK and with Harry - and the country became a highly sought out location to vacation or even move to by the rest of the wizarding world since magic could be openly practiced.