For The First Time.
Disclaimer: I own a little black bunny named Killer, but as for this story I own the plot, nothing more, nothing less.
He had done it. After years of thinking about it, Harry had finally ran away. It was a day before his birthday and his uncle had gone to far. He had found out Harry's sexual preference durning the beginning of the summer, and instead of yelling, like Harry had expected, he had started making passes at him. Harry couldn't have been more disgusted even if he had tried. It started as alittle pat on the butt as he walked by, but soon he would "accidently" walk in while Harry was taking a shower and then proceed to stay alittle to long. This morning, however, Harry had just got up and was going to the restroom to take his daily shower when his uncle walked out of his room. Having to walk past him, Harry tried to ignore him, but was unsuccessful. As soon as he reached his uncle, Vernon pushed him against the wall and forcefully kissed him. It had been one of the worst experiences he had ever had, but just as this thought had crossed his mind it got worse. His uncle was an inch from his ear as he whispered. "this is only a taste of what I will do to you tonight, boy."
He had thankfully left after this and Harry had taken a quick shower to get rid some of the filth he had felt on him. Returning to his room, he had quickly used his wand to get packed, since Dumbledore had it charmed so that it was untraceable by the Ministry, and shank it so it could fit into a pocket. Telling Hedwig to go stay with Ron, he shrunk the cage and placed it with his trunk. He could hear movement outside his door which caused him to freeze. It finally passed, and Harry opened his door slightly and checked to see if the coast was clear. Finding it indeed clear, Harry silently made his way downstairs avoiding the squeaky step and out the door. With a sigh of relief, He made his way toward the abandoned house a few blocks away. When he had reached the house, he got in though an opened window in the back. It was recently abandoned so it still had some furnishing. Finding a couch, Harry flopped down and relaxed. He had wanted to do this for such a long time, and now he had. After sighing in releaf again, Harry unshrunk his trunk, and got out a little blue book. It had been a gift from Sirius, before he had returned for the summer to his "family". (A.N. in this story sirius didn't die)
Opening it he was met by the sound of bells and standing on the book was a fairy like creature. In truth it was not related to fairies at all, but in looks he could easily pass. It was a Zealy, a magical creature that had alot of power, but much like an house elf served a master. The difference was Zealys didn't have to punish themselves for doing something wrong and can not listen to their master if they chose not to. Harry never really made him do anything like his chores but instead he just liked having someone to talk to. He had named him Puck since he was inclined to pull tricks on everyone besides Harry. Placing the book on the couch, Harry gave his little friend a smile, "It looks like we have a new home for awhile."
Though no voice was heard, Harry could still make out Pucks thoughts in his head, "Good I didn't like it there. Bad people, not good at all."
Harry smiled and looked at his watch. It was alittle passed noon and his stomach was growling. Look at Puck, he hated to ask, but in his rush he forgot about food, "Would it be to much trouble if you could get us some food.
Harry could hear the bells again and he knew Puck was laughing, "Hmmm, Maybe so. Maybe not. Since your tummy is shacking maybe I will but then again I may not."
"Puck, pleeeaaaasssssseee," with this he could hear the bells and soon laid out on the floor was more food then even Ron could eat. "Thank you."
Harry eat quietly and Puck just watched with amusement. Out of all the masters he had served, there was alot, Harry was his faviort. He treated him as a friend, which many never did, and hardly asked him to do much. Even if Harry had asked him to do all his chores, he wouldn't have minded as long as he was still kind. He enjoyed Harry as much as Harry enjoyed him. Seeing that Harry was finished eating, he made the food disapear. "Thank you again Puck, I don't know what I would have done without you."
Puck simply laughed and nodded, "Thats why I am here, the always faithful Puck to the rescue."
Harry laughed with him. He loved Puck as much as he loved Ron and Hermione. He could tell him everything and not worry about being judged or looked on as anyone other then himself. Sighing, Harry dicided he had better do his homework, since he had yet to do any of the assigned work. Starting with DADA and ending with potions, Harry worked all day. Puck watched him the whole time, every once in a while he would clean a ink spot from the parchment that Harry was working on. Finally he was done with all his work, and as he looked at his watch he noticed the time. It was a few second till midnight, and as Harry watched as the seconds ticked by, he felt his stomach tighten. As the hand hit 12, Harry was on the floor clutching his stomach. Puck was jumping up and down worriedly. Letting out a primal scream, that wasn't quite human, Harry started rocking back and forth. His hair started growing untill it reached his shoulders, his eyes once a forest green, now held a goldish tent that was only visible at certain angles. Harrys body also changed. His ears leghtened to a point and his body gained slight muscle. He was still small for his age and very slender but he radiated power.
Finally the changes were done and Harry lay still. Puck saw the changes but said nothing. He conjured a blanket on Harry and sat watching. Soon he could hear Harrys breathing slow and he was sleeping. It would be an interesting morning, Puck knew, but intill then he would enjoy the peace.
A.N. So what do you think? I was at work when this story kinda got stuck in my head. Please review, as insight is always welcome.
Disclaimer: I own a little black bunny named Killer, but as for this story I own the plot, nothing more, nothing less.
He had done it. After years of thinking about it, Harry had finally ran away. It was a day before his birthday and his uncle had gone to far. He had found out Harry's sexual preference durning the beginning of the summer, and instead of yelling, like Harry had expected, he had started making passes at him. Harry couldn't have been more disgusted even if he had tried. It started as alittle pat on the butt as he walked by, but soon he would "accidently" walk in while Harry was taking a shower and then proceed to stay alittle to long. This morning, however, Harry had just got up and was going to the restroom to take his daily shower when his uncle walked out of his room. Having to walk past him, Harry tried to ignore him, but was unsuccessful. As soon as he reached his uncle, Vernon pushed him against the wall and forcefully kissed him. It had been one of the worst experiences he had ever had, but just as this thought had crossed his mind it got worse. His uncle was an inch from his ear as he whispered. "this is only a taste of what I will do to you tonight, boy."
He had thankfully left after this and Harry had taken a quick shower to get rid some of the filth he had felt on him. Returning to his room, he had quickly used his wand to get packed, since Dumbledore had it charmed so that it was untraceable by the Ministry, and shank it so it could fit into a pocket. Telling Hedwig to go stay with Ron, he shrunk the cage and placed it with his trunk. He could hear movement outside his door which caused him to freeze. It finally passed, and Harry opened his door slightly and checked to see if the coast was clear. Finding it indeed clear, Harry silently made his way downstairs avoiding the squeaky step and out the door. With a sigh of relief, He made his way toward the abandoned house a few blocks away. When he had reached the house, he got in though an opened window in the back. It was recently abandoned so it still had some furnishing. Finding a couch, Harry flopped down and relaxed. He had wanted to do this for such a long time, and now he had. After sighing in releaf again, Harry unshrunk his trunk, and got out a little blue book. It had been a gift from Sirius, before he had returned for the summer to his "family". (A.N. in this story sirius didn't die)
Opening it he was met by the sound of bells and standing on the book was a fairy like creature. In truth it was not related to fairies at all, but in looks he could easily pass. It was a Zealy, a magical creature that had alot of power, but much like an house elf served a master. The difference was Zealys didn't have to punish themselves for doing something wrong and can not listen to their master if they chose not to. Harry never really made him do anything like his chores but instead he just liked having someone to talk to. He had named him Puck since he was inclined to pull tricks on everyone besides Harry. Placing the book on the couch, Harry gave his little friend a smile, "It looks like we have a new home for awhile."
Though no voice was heard, Harry could still make out Pucks thoughts in his head, "Good I didn't like it there. Bad people, not good at all."
Harry smiled and looked at his watch. It was alittle passed noon and his stomach was growling. Look at Puck, he hated to ask, but in his rush he forgot about food, "Would it be to much trouble if you could get us some food.
Harry could hear the bells again and he knew Puck was laughing, "Hmmm, Maybe so. Maybe not. Since your tummy is shacking maybe I will but then again I may not."
"Puck, pleeeaaaasssssseee," with this he could hear the bells and soon laid out on the floor was more food then even Ron could eat. "Thank you."
Harry eat quietly and Puck just watched with amusement. Out of all the masters he had served, there was alot, Harry was his faviort. He treated him as a friend, which many never did, and hardly asked him to do much. Even if Harry had asked him to do all his chores, he wouldn't have minded as long as he was still kind. He enjoyed Harry as much as Harry enjoyed him. Seeing that Harry was finished eating, he made the food disapear. "Thank you again Puck, I don't know what I would have done without you."
Puck simply laughed and nodded, "Thats why I am here, the always faithful Puck to the rescue."
Harry laughed with him. He loved Puck as much as he loved Ron and Hermione. He could tell him everything and not worry about being judged or looked on as anyone other then himself. Sighing, Harry dicided he had better do his homework, since he had yet to do any of the assigned work. Starting with DADA and ending with potions, Harry worked all day. Puck watched him the whole time, every once in a while he would clean a ink spot from the parchment that Harry was working on. Finally he was done with all his work, and as he looked at his watch he noticed the time. It was a few second till midnight, and as Harry watched as the seconds ticked by, he felt his stomach tighten. As the hand hit 12, Harry was on the floor clutching his stomach. Puck was jumping up and down worriedly. Letting out a primal scream, that wasn't quite human, Harry started rocking back and forth. His hair started growing untill it reached his shoulders, his eyes once a forest green, now held a goldish tent that was only visible at certain angles. Harrys body also changed. His ears leghtened to a point and his body gained slight muscle. He was still small for his age and very slender but he radiated power.
Finally the changes were done and Harry lay still. Puck saw the changes but said nothing. He conjured a blanket on Harry and sat watching. Soon he could hear Harrys breathing slow and he was sleeping. It would be an interesting morning, Puck knew, but intill then he would enjoy the peace.
A.N. So what do you think? I was at work when this story kinda got stuck in my head. Please review, as insight is always welcome.