He’s Captured

Harry Potter could ever so slowly feel himself waking up, trudging through what felt like molasses as his groggy mind cleared. The first thing that hit him was the blinding headache that made him squeeze his eyes shut and groan, feeling a strange burning in his throat. In fact his entire body felt like it was aching.

"Come on my pretty, wakey wakey!" A voice cooed.

It wasn't so much the words, but the familiar tone of baby-talk that snapped him wide awake. Tall and stately, with long shining black hair and seemed to waver in an unseen wind. Her brown eyes were hooded behind long dark eyelashes, shining with amusement and something he could only interpret as eagerness.

Rage clouding his eyes Harry lunged for her face. Well, tried to lunge, the tight bindings on his arms and legs prevented him from moving an inch, keeping him spread out on the wooden platform he was resting on.

Harry froze for a second as he looked as his bound arm, his eyebrows scrunching up. Why did his arm look so small and slender. Panicking he looked down briefly noticing he was naked, but that wasn't what caught his attention. There were two small lumps on his chest, around the size of an A cup, yet they were unmistakably there. His narrow waist seemed to have become even slender with the loss of muscle, where as his hips had widened considerably, his dick looking almost small trapped between his smooth thighs. Was it in fact smaller? His terrified green eyes snapped to Bellatrix's grinning face.

"W-w-wha? WHAT THE FUCK?!" He shouted, yet his voice was not the usual deep rumble, but instead came out like a light wisp. He sounded like a young girl.

"Beautiful isn't it?" Bellatrix asked, walking around the table and trailing a hand over his smooth skin. He tried his best to not shiver as her fingers ghosted over his hip. He gasped softly as her fingers ran over a nipple, feeling unusually sensitive to her touch. She smiled as her hand trailed up his neck, briefly stopping to admire the thick leather collar that was around it. Harry only now felt it, surprised with how comfortable it actually was.

"Isn't it pleasing to not have to use those ugly glasses anymore darling?" She purred.

Her strange tone sent another shiver down his spine, but her comment made him blink. He was seeing perfectly, yet the familiar weight of his frames wasn't resting on his nose.

Bellatrix ran her fingers through his black locks, which somehow seemed even more voluminous now, easily reaching past his shoulders.What had happened? So many questions, yet he was damned if he'd ask the woman anything.

Bellatrix just seemed amused, leaving Harry with the suspicion that she enjoyed watching his reaction. Deciding to bite the bullet he ground out his question, doing his best to make his light voice sound gravelly.

"How long have I been here?"

He saw her smother a laugh, knowing that his voice had sounded more cute than anything. A blush blossomed on his cheeks as he tried to ignore the humiliation. Bellatrix moved to his right, taking a seat in a plush chair that hadn't been there a second ago. Conjuration no doubt. He noted the way her tight black robes clung to curvy form, emphasizing her full round breasts and womanly hips. She was wearing knee high boots with a high heel, the black leather shining in the faint candle light. Harry quickly shook his head, wondering where those thoughts had come from. She disgusted him, why was he suddenly paying attention to her body?

"You have been in my tender care for about a month sweetie. I must say I'm quite pleased with the results, you have become a very fetching girl."