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      Published: 2018-03-13 Updated: 2018-03-14 Chapters: 3/? Words: 2732
****** Love in Murder ******
by Finnian_Siog
Summary
     Voldemort never killed Harry on the 31 of October. Instead he took
     the child and decided to raise him as his lovely little kitten. (I
     know it's been done before...but not by me so it may be a bit darker
     than what you're used to)
***** I suppose you like cats then *****
It was October 31, 1981 and the Dark Lord Voldemort had just murdered Lily and
James Potter. Voldemort stood, wand still pointing at the space where Lily had
been, arms spread protecting the child behind her. She was now lifeless at his
feet. He wasn’t looking at her. His eyes assessed the boy who was currently
standing in his crib, holding onto the bars, and watching him. The boy born at
the end of July, the prophesized one. His wand didn’t move from where it was
trained on the infant. The boy looked at him with impossibly huge eyes and made
a few cooing sounds. He made an excited shriek as the Dark Lord moved closer.
The baby raised its little hands in the air and opened and closed its fists. It
wanted to be held. Voldemort could tell that the child had not grasped the
situation. Little Harry didn’t know that the Dark Lord had just brutally
murdered the boy’s parents, nor that he was next.
Just as Voldemort was a step away from the infant, baby Harry turned his back
on him and grabbed a stuffed cat. Harry turned back around and held the toy up
to show the Dark Lord. Harry shook the toy in front of him and said, “Ba!” He
then proceeded to put the ear of the stuffed toy in his mouth.
Voldemort looked on with curiosity. “I suppose you like cats then” he said to
the child, who was now sitting in his crib, gumming the stuffed cat. Voldemort
was fascinated with the little creature in front of him and wondered how it
could grow up to become such a foil later on. Could he raise it in such a way
that that future would no longer be a possibility? Could he eliminate a threat
and get more than he bargained for in the process? Voldemort couldn’t see any
way his quickly forming plans could go astray. It simply wasn’t theoretically
possible.
Voldemort put away his wand and lifted the baby from his crib, the little
stuffed toy falling out of the child’s mouth. He disapparated with the small
child nestled in the crock of his arm. The Dark Lord had always wanted a pet.
***** Murder huh? It’s a mouth-full *****
Voldemort apparated within his large and almost impossible to find manor, the
Gaunt Manor, or at least it was. It was still only 10:30 at night. He had taken
care of the Potter’s quicker than he had planned. The child squirmed in his
arms and Voldemort made his way to his bedchamber.
The bedroom alone was large and contained a king sized bed off to the side
which was fitted with green sheets and a hippogriff-feathered black comforter.
A small, mahogany table and chair rested near the entryway. A black leather
couch and two matching armchairs surrounded the fireplace, though he never
allowed guests in the room. A bookshelf stood next to a large window with a
comfy window seat that looked down on the front grounds. Connected to the room
was a large bathroom all done in green marble. Next to that was a walk-in
closet.
Voldemort placed the infant on the grey carpeted floor of the room and got a
large pillow from the closet. The pillow was brand new, still sealed in its
plastic covering. He unpackaged the item and inspected it. It was a very large,
furry black dog pillow filled with phoenix feathers. Each corner of the pillow
dangled a tassel of unicorn hair. It hadn’t come cheap. He had originally
intended to get a pet snake to make as a horcrux and this pillow was going to
be his gift to her, but learning of the prophecy- it had set those plans back a
bit. He decided that he would give it to his new pet instead.
Voldemort walked over to a corner of the room, by the bookshelf, and placed the
pillow on the floor. He then walked into his closet and got a crate. He
transfigured it into a litter box and placed it in the bathroom. He charmed it
to automatically vanish any waste that was deposited in it.
He went back out to see the baby sucking his thumb. It was curious, and the
Dark Lord realized that cats- as that was what the boy now was to the man-
didn’t have or need thumbs…or clothes for that matter. Voldemort undressed his
pet’s onesie and undid his fortunately clean diaper. He then performed an
intricate spell on the child so that the boy’s hands would curl up into a fist,
thumb inside, and cut short the ligaments in his fingers so that the child
would never again be able to open his hands. In fact they couldn’t really be
called hands anymore. They were useless stumps; cute little paws for his
kitten. An added bonus was that his kitten would never be able to hold a wand
with paws like these.
The spell was painless, but when the baby tried to open his hands to realize he
couldn’t, the boy wailed. The Dark Lord picked up his pet, cradling it in the
crock of his arm and pet the child’s head, playing with the small hair there
until the creature forgot about its loss of mobility and cooed at him again.
“I wonder what I should name you” The man said, looking down at the child.
“What’s a good name for my lovely little kitty? Hmm you have such pretty green
killing curse eyes. What about Avada? No. Well then Kedavra? That doesn’t fit
either. Not a spell. Maybe the purpose? Do you like Killa? Death? What about
Murder?” The baby made an unrelated shriek and the Dark Lord decided to go with
that. “Murder huh? It’s a mouth-full. I’ll shorten it to Mur”. Voldemort put
his pet down and transfigured a leather-bound book about the history of the
killing curse into a small black leather collar. He transfigured a silver
bookmark into two tags that hung from said collar. The first one he engraved
with the name ‘Mur’ and the second with ‘Property of The Dark Lord Voldemort’.
He placed it around the child’s neck with magic as it had no buckle or way of
removing it. It was just a simple leather circle. He charmed it even further to
be unbreakable and only his magic could take it off.
With a wave of his wand he summoned his house elf. “Tilly this little kitten is
my new pet. I want you to assist in his training. If I’m not present and he has
an accident I want you to move him as quickly as possible to the litter box in
the bathroom. I want him trained to use the litter box as quickly as possible.
Is that clear?”
“Bu-but my lord, Tilly is not understanding” The little elf shivered in place.
“This baby isn’t a beast, it’s a human child! Tilly is thinking master is
confused”.
“I am not confused. I know its human. I wish to raise it as a cat, and you need
to refer to it as such from now on. I don’t want you to ever treat it like or
imply that it is human ever again, least not in its presence, understand?”
The little elf looked down at the baby with pity. “Yes master, Tilly will do as
she is told. Tilly will help train master’s kitty”.
“Good. I also want you to enforce that it is a cat by showing it moving cat
images while I’m absent. If you play with it, make sure its appropriate for a
cat”.
“Yes master” Tilly said.
“Now fix up a tender steak and potatoes for me and a can of wet cat food for my
kitten”.
The house elf’s eyes widened at the mention of cat food, but nodded her head
and vanished.
They didn’t have to wait long until a plate full of steak and potatoes appeared
on the small table and a cat dish of cold, wet cat food appeared on the floor
next to it. Voldemort placed the cat near its dish and told it to eat. The baby
tried scooping at the mush with its useless hands, but it didn’t work. The boy
was getting frustrated. The man cleaned his kitten’s paws with a spell and
projected a moving image of a cat eating out of a dish before the child.
Mur watched the image and did as the cat did. He got on all fours and placed
his face near the dish and ate like that.
Voldemort was right. Baby’s brains were sponges and his kitten would learn in
no time. The Dark Lord Smiled down at his clever kitten and ate his own meal.
***** Maybe a ball of yarn? *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The months went by and Mur was adapting to his new role quite well. He crawled
around the room, played with the toy mouse Voldemort had bought him, ate his
food and drank his water out of his cat dishes, watched the moving cat images
(the muggles would call them videos) and learned a lot from them. He still had
accidents, but the little kitten would crawl as quickly as he could to the
litter box as soon as he felt himself pee or worse. Mur was learning all right.
The kitten knew what would happen if he had an accident on his owner’s rug.
Accidents were unavoidable however; Voldemort’s kitten was just too young. The
man didn’t much care for punishing his pet, Mur was just so sweet, but it had
to be done.
One evening as the Dark Lord was walking into his bedchamber (he never let Mur
explore the rest of the manor) he noticed the smell. He looked around the room
and found a small turd just outside the bathroom door. “Mur!” he yelled. He
looked around again but didn’t see the cat. He looked under the bed and lo and
behold his kitten had crawled under there to try and avoid punishment. He
looked right into the eyes of his pet and said, “Out!” When the infant didn’t
move he called, “Murder! Come. Out. Now!” His kitten slowly crawled toward him.
When the little kitten was fully out from under the bed, Voldemort pointed a
finger at him and sternly said, “Bad kitten! Bad Mur! Bad! You do not leave
poo-poos on the floor” Voldemort picked up his kitty and showed it the mess it
had made. Voldemort took out his wand and vanished the mess. He then brought
the cat inside the bathroom and put it in its litter box and waited. And
waited. His kitten looked up at him and pouted. He was already empty.
Voldemort picked him back up and got out a clear glove from the cabinet under
the sink and put it on. He looked at his pet and said, “I need to punish you
now Mur, so that this doesn’t happen again. I’m going to see if I can get
anymore poo-poo out of you so you don’t dirty the rest of my room. He then
proceeded to lube up his glove-covered index finger with lotion and slowly
insert it inside the infant. The child began to cry loudly at the intrusion.
Voldemort knew that it must have hurt his sweet little pet, his hole was so
small, but he must learn. After a few minutes of finger-fucking, he took his
finger out one last time, removed the glove, and cast a cleaning spell on the
cat. “There now all clean. Go on and play” He told his pet as the boy began
crawling out of the bathroom to find his mouse.
Just a few weeks later Mur was beginning to make real progress. Voldemort was
sitting on his couch by the fire reading the Daily Prophet and sipping tea. The
newspaper was finally telling him what he had been waiting to hear for months
now: that Harry Potter was officially pronounced dead. The Aurors were stopping
their searches, funeral services were being arranged, and Albus Dumbledore was
giving speeches.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw his kitten crawl as quickly as he could to
the bathroom, making little desperate noises. Voldemort folded his paper and
got ready to dole out another punishment, but when he went to the bathroom he
was surprised to find his pet pooping into his litter box. Voldemort watched in
amazement. The boy was only a little over a year old and already his kitten was
using the litter box. When his pet was finished, the mess in the box
disappeared, leaving no smell behind and the Dark Lord praised his kitten. The
man bent down and whipped his kitten with some baby wipes and pet him while
telling him what a good job he’s done.
He carried his pet to the couch and sat him on his lap. His kitten was usually
never allowed on the furniture, but this was an exception. “You did so well
Mur” Voldemort said. “What a good little kitten you are for master. Maybe I
should get you a new toy hmm? I would get you a scratching post, but your paws
don’t have any nails”. The Dark Lord had already spelled Mur’s nails so that
they wouldn’t grow and hurt his pet’s paws, since his permanently fisted hands
could no longer open. “Maybe a ball of yarn? But that seems a little dull for a
reward. Oh I know, I’ll get you some cat-nip” He said petting his kitten’s
tummy.
The next day Lord Voldemort sat in his drawing room in an armchair across from
Severus Snape. The man looked like a complete mess and was trying to hide that
fact. He couldn’t still be broken up over that mudblood’s death could he?
“I know why you’ve sent for me my Lord” Snape began.
“Oh? Do tell Severus” Voldemort said, businesslike. He wanted to smile. Snape
couldn’t possibly know, but he controlled his features and looked at the man
with mild interest.
“You’ve called me to discuss The Prophet. About the boy’s death in the media”.
“You are wrong Severus. I called you about another matter altogether. I need
you to create a powder for me” He let that sink in.
“A-a powder my Lord? What kind? For what purpose?”
“A mild drug of sorts. I want it to induce euphoria. I don’t want it too
strong, nothing a kitten wouldn’t be able to take. Do you understand?”
Severus just sat there, completely at a loss. “Excuse my ineptitude my Lord,
but I do not fully understand. You want a hallucinogen? To take recreationally?
Is it for human consumption?”
“Not a hallucinogen. I just want the person who takes it to feel…joy. And yes
for recreation. And it is for human consumption. I just want it to be as safe
as you can make it. Anymore questions?”
“Just one my lord. When do you need it by? This may take quite some time”.
“Oh I have the utmost faith in your potion brewing. I would like to have it in
a week” Voldemort said.
“Yes sir” Snape said simply. He knew it was not going to be an easy feat to get
such a thing done so quickly.
“You may excuse yourself” The Dark Lord said, going back to the book he had
been perusing.
“Thank you my Lord” Snape bowed and left.
A week later Voldemort came home with a present for his pet. He opened it and
showed Mur the drawstring pouch full of what looked like sparkling pink dust.
He put some on his finger and put the finger in Mur’s mouth. His kitten’s eyes
instantly lit up and Mur began to make happy little noises. “That was for using
your litter box like a good kitty. If you keep it up I’ll let you have more”.
For the rest of the afternoon he played with his slightly drugged kitten, that
is until he had to attend one of his Death Eater meetings downstairs. “Be a
good boy and don’t get into any mischief while I’m away” he said, leaving Mur
with Tilly.
Voldemort made his way to the meeting hall and when he opened the double doors
his supporters were already there, standing in a circle, waiting.
“I believe we need to discuss the matter of Harry Potter” He addressed the
group.
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     So I've included a blueprint of what the room looks like if you're
     confused.
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