The boy who lived to be loved (HP Spanking fanfiction) - Welcome home

 

Back with the Dursley's, Harry recalled aunt Petunia lighting up a single candle on the day Lily passed away, but nothing else. Here, Harry was just finding his place.

On the contrary, the dark-haired wizard covered himself up to his scar with the sheets, blatantly ignoring the family rule of having breakfast together on weekends, thinking he was doing the world a favor and taking for granted his new parents would approve his strange decision. But it seems the world loves proving us wrong...especially the magical world.

Harry was still marveled after discovering that not all families were as shitty as his biological one. There were families that didn't get mad at their kids for existing, or for being sad and upset...families that cared about their members. Families in which it was perfectly fine to be alive and show emotions. To breathe! To exist and to feel! And this was one of them. Unbeknownst to him, Harry's smile grew wider as his worries and fears began drifting away. It wasn't so easy to become used to it at the beginning, but maybe he actually liked this whole "having a caring family" thing.

First: he was in disadvantage, since Molly and Arthur had been dealing with inappropriate behavior from their sons and daughter for years.

Second: discipline was taken seriously at the Weasley's, manners mattered, as well as feelings.

After a few seconds, Molly grabbed the wooden spoon she had previously set aside and lightly lifted one of her knees so she could have better access to the sorcerer's tender sit spots.

Out of pure gratitude, he approached Arthur and gave him a firm hug.

After the older boys had finished breakfast and excused themselves, Harry glanced at Mrs Weasley, who had kept an eye on him throughout the meal. She could tell by the look on his face that he was having a hard time sitting on the wooden chair.

- C'mon, Harry. Breakfast's ready...and I'm hungry –Ron admitted as his belly rumbled.-

- I'll catch up with you later, I'm not hungry yet –Harry mumbled, still resting his head on the pillow.-

- Doesn't matter, you can just sit at the table, you don't have to eat –the redhead insisted.-

- But I don't-

- Boys! –Mrs Weasley called out for the second time that day, interrupting the morning chatter between her youngest biological son and her recently adopted blue-eyed son, Harry-. Hurry up, it's getting cold! Don't make me come upstairs!

 

Harry just sank deeper into his bed and groaned. Even though it was Sunday, it didn't feel as such. It felt more like a Monday morning during mid-term exams and Harry hated that. Every year he went through the same depressive episode when his parents' death anniversary came closer, not to mention he never wanted to get out of bed on the exact day.

 

- Harryyyyy! Come on, you sleepy head –Ron shook his best friend's shoulder, half whining-. You know she'll come up if we don't go down now, and she'll do it with whichever implement she has in her hand right now.

- Hmmm...I don't wanna. Just leave me, Ron, please. I'll go down later, you can go if you're hungry –the boy replied, making his friend huff.-

- Whatever...see ya –Ron sighed before heading to the lower storey of the house.-

 

He knew what day it was, but he never entirely brought the subject out in order to avoid making Harry uncomfortable. Instead, he often distracted him with positive things and casual life matters, as well as fun spells to try out to lighten the mood; but this day felt different somehow.

He loved his new home, he just didn't know what to do on days like this one and he didn't want to "bother" the Weasley's with his bad mood, even if it was justified by the sadness that oppressed his heart. So he simply decided to stay in bed and do what he thought he was best at: pretending he did not exist.

As the fourteen-year-old boy he was, Ron didn't exactly know how to help his friend/brother deal with his feelings, so he did what he could. Besides, this morning he was really hungry and he could sense the delicious smell of eggs, bread and bacon from his room...food was simply calling him.

Not even fifteen minutes had gone by when a certain pair of heavy footsteps entering the room interrupted Harry's mildly destructive thoughts, upsetting him. He uncovered his head, ready to snap at his friend, when he saw Mrs Weasley standing right in front of his bed, wooden spoon in hand, free hand on her hip, staring down at him.

 

- I told you, not now Ronald! It's not a good time, just go aw-Mrs Weasley... -he froze.-

- Harry James Potter Weasley –she firmly spoke-. I'm not sure who do you think you are talking to, but do you ever plan on coming downstairs to have breakfast with your family, young man?

- But I'm not hungry –he apologetically pouted.-

- Then you come down and sit with us, Harry, even if you only have a glass of milk –she patiently explained, as she had done many times before.-

- I'm still wearing PJs –Harry said as a last-resource excuse.-

- As everybody else in this house today, except for your father and I, dear –she answered, noticing Harry's discomfort as she used the word "father" to refer to her husband, Arthur.-

- I... I just didn't feel like going downstairs –Harry dryly stated, crossing his arms.-

 

Molly softly sighed. She knew she had to be patient with the boy, let him live his own adjustment process to feel like part of the family...but hell, she always saw him as another one of her children, and she honestly felt giving the boy too much "time and space" could bring counterproductive results, making Harry grow distant and unsure. As the mother hen she always was, she knew it was her duty to make him feel welcome. To make him feel home. Safe. He gave his express consent to be adopted, that meant he had a family now, even if he didn't know how having one was.

 

- Harry... what is going on? –she set the wooden spoon aside and sat on the edge of Harry's bed, softening her features.-

- Nothing –he lied, looking at the sky through the window.-

 

It was always the same, "nothing". Molly knew about that day...everybody knew, and everybody wanted Harry to know they were there for him, but they had also been respectful with his mourning. Perhaps a little bit too much, and his new parents wanted to crack that thick shell open once and for all. Harry shut himself in order to avoid "hurting others", or that's what he believed, but Molly and Arthur couldn't stand watching him hurt himself because of that. He had been eating awfully bad for months, and no matter if he was "the boy who lived", he HAD TO take care of himself to stay healthy for as long as he lived. And if he didn't care, his family did.

 

- Please talk to me, son –Molly coaxed, cupping Harry's cheek, which only caused him to pull away.-

- I'm not your son! –he loudly snapped, realizing his mistake too late-. Just leave me alone, Mrs Weasley... -he softly added.-

 

Either the boy was too arrogant to apologize for yelling at her or he was just suicidal.

 

- Well, you are now –the woman corrected just before her usual kindness took control and made her walk away-. And I am certainly not leaving.

 

Before the teenager could even protest, Molly snatched away the sheets covering the young wizard and grasped his wrist, dragging him face down across her lap.

 

- What the hell are you doing-HEY! Let go! –Harry complained as he realized the vulnerable position in which he was.-

- Language! –she scolded-. Doing you a favor, that's what –the woman said before landing a hard smack on the center of Harry's bottom-. First of all, even if it takes you a thousand years to call us "Mum" and "Dad", you are our son now. You agreed to that.

- Ouch! But you didn't give birth to m-

- Second –Molly landed another smack-, stop pushing everybody away. If we took you in, it is because we are ready, we are capable and we are willing to accept you, no matter how heavy you might think your baggage is.

- Ow! I just didn't want to bother you with my depressive nonsense, it's none of your business –Harry burst out without thinking and wished he could take his last words back as soon as they left his lips.-

- Beg your pardon? –she asked after delivering a third smack and momentarily stopped her actions.-

- It's...none of your business –the kid repeated, now a bit ashamed, trying to fix his mistake-. I mean, you've got no obligation towards me, I...I promise I'll look for a job and become independent as soon as I can, I'll take care of myself so you don't feel I'm a burd-

- Don't even think about finishing that sentence, Harry –she warned in a firm yet soft tone-. Come here, darling –she added, helping Harry up and onto her lap, much to his surprise-. Why do you think we adopted you, sweetie?

 

That definitely caught him off guard. Anyway, he was sure of the answer.

 

- Well...because you pity me? Like everybody else, I suppose –he shrugged, doubting as he saw Mrs Weasley's facial expression. If she was heartbroken because of his answer, she was pretty good at dissimulating it.-

- I see...and what ever made you think you are a "burden" to us?

- Because I seem to be that for most people. They envy me for the attention my name draws, but sometimes I just want to disappear –his voice turned softer as he remembered the Dursleys got less mad at him when he stayed in his room as if he wasn't there at all.-

- Alright –she nodded and lightly rubbed the boy's back-. Can you answer me one more question, dear?

 

He shyly nodded.

 

- Do you really think we took you in because we pity or envy you? –she made a small pause-. You know we are not the wealthiest family. Or the most popular. We know what you've been through... It's no fun to be you, or to be anybody, for that matter. We all go through ups and downs, and you have gone through a lot since such a young age... -she sighed-. From the moment you asked for my help to find platform 9 ¾ I knew you were different, my boy –Harry blinked, breathless.-

- B-But I...I thought you were mad at me because Ron and the twins took the car to rescue me. If I hadn't come into your lives, they wouldn't have exposed themselves trying to save me, I'm sorry –he began speaking faster and faster-. People that try to help me always end up at risk and it's my fault, I-I'm sure I can change that, I can-

 

In no time, the mother of seven placed her index finger on Harry's lips to shush him.

 

- Sh, sh, shhh...now you listen to me, and you listen good, Harry.

 

The wizard looked at her, wide-eyed.

 

- If you hadn't come into our lives, our family would be incomplete. We might be odd..."weird", as muggles say. But as crazy as we might seem, we are not foolish enough to adopt out of pure pity. It breaks my heart to remember what you've been through, darling, I hate the fact that life has shown you how cruel it can be since your first years, but I do not feel sorry for you. I might feel sad, but not sorry. My heart aches, and I only wish I met you before, perhaps that way I could have spared you part of that unbearable suffering...but life has its own ways, and what matters now is that you are not alone anymore. We took you in because we wanted to and because you deserve it, mister. Because we love you...because this has always been your place, my dear. Do you understand that? –she sweetly asked, cupping the child's chin, glad that he didn't pull away this time.-

 

His lower lip was quivering and he was teary-eyed. Of course he understood. Yet, he opposed as much resistance as he could to avoid crying, he didn't want anybody to think he was weak, or worse, that he was taking advantage to blackmail those who surrounded him. He was terrified of feeling, because he wasn't allowed to express it when he lived with his biological "family". That was the truth. He was still a little boy in many aspects; his mind was forced to grow up faster, but his heart did not, and Molly could sense that. There was nothing she wanted more than to protect that sweet, sensitive, child.

 

- Stop swallowing your tears, Harry... -she pressed a light kiss against his forehead-. You're safe here.

 

"You're safe here". That was all he needed to start shedding tears until he felt he couldn't control it anymore. He threw himself into Mrs Weasley's arms and she lovingly hugged him back, stroking his dark hair.

 

- I'm s-sorry –he managed to say between sobs and she dried his tears before he even tried to do it.-

- Stop apologizing, baby –she chuckled-. It is okay to cry. It is okay to exist. And it is okay to not be fine, there's nothing to hide or feel ashamed of. You have a family now and we love you.

- Oh...okay. I –he tried to calm down to speak-. I'm sorry I yelled at you, Mrs...mum?

- We'll get to that shortly, sweetheart –she smiled at the way in which he almost asked for permission to address her that way-. For now I need to know you will not try to carry the whole world on your shoulders. You are a very brave boy, and I have no doubt about your capabilities, but you are fourteen, for Merlin's sake! We'd be nuts if we asked you to be completely independent in any aspect at your age! –she exclaimed, making the boy smile even though his face was still messy because of his tears-. Now, this is not a question: whether you like it or not, no matter if you need us or not, we will always be there for you. To help and support you... And we will never take James and Lily's place in your heart, my child, but having adopted you means we have a new son and you have a new set of parents. And that's a life-lasting contract, you know –she gently tickled his sides, making him giggle and nod in understanding.-

- So...you won't get mad at me if some days I am not feeling so good?

- Not at all. But we need you to communicate and trust us. Don't shut yourself, darling...living in a large family is tough sometimes, but it comes with advantages too. We can listen and sometimes help each other out, for example. We can protect and look out for each other. But if you don't express yourself, we'll hardly ever know how to help you...and if you don't give us a chance, you'll never know just how relieved you can feel by sharing your everyday life with us. That way your baggage will eventually become lighter and you will not harm yourself or those who surround you.

 

Putting it that way, everything sounded better, easier. Promising.

 

- I'll try to open up –he finally ventured with a shy smile.-

- That's a good boy –Molly praised-. That means no more pretending you don't exist.

 

Harry nodded in response.

 

- And that includes eating properly at least once every day.

- But...

 

The woman lifted an eyebrow. Harry looked down.

 

- Alright...I'll try.

- Good –she patted his back-. Now, in regard of your earlier behavior...

- I wasn't hungry, I didn't think it would bother you not to see me at the table –he rushed.-

- Oh, that one I'll let go this time, now you know that you can just sit at the table without eating or talking at all and no one will question you about it until you feel ready to speak up –she explained-. But the way in which you spoke to me before is far from being acceptable.

 

Harry grew paler at those words. He bit his tongue to stop himself from screaming "please don't beat me up", he knew they didn't do that at the Weasley household...however, he had heard some stories about how Molly and Arthur dealt with naughty or rude behavior.

 

- Are you going to...? Is it really necessary? I promise it won't happen again –Harry said, almost pouting.-

- Yes, I am –the redhead calmly stated-. Yes, it is. And I wouldn't be so sure about that promise, Harry.

 

She had already raised seven children and she knew teenagers were impulsive and tended to be rebellious sometimes. It was part of life: strengthening your will, building character, testing your boundaries...but there were rules and consequences to reinforce safety and healthy social relations. Plus, even if she didn't say it out loud, Molly knew a good old fashioned spanking would help Harry reach some kind of catharsis through tears, as it would also help her clarify that some actions were simply not acceptable in the house.

 

- But I don't wanna be...spanked –Harry argued, as maturely as a six-year-old child.-

- I know, but you know it has to be done, my dear. It will be over sooner than you think...and I trust you will be as brave to accept it as you were while facing the basilisk, won't you? –she encouraged and helped Harry stand up in front of her; then, she placed her hands on Harry's waistband, taking her time to speak and giving him time to process everything.-

 

Harry shyly nodded, looking down.

 

- Now, Harry, it is important that you understand the reason of this punishment –she explained-. First of all, you are not getting beaten, you are getting spanked. Yes, it will hurt, only for a while; and after that, every time you sit down, you'll remember to avoid making the same mistake that got you into trouble this time. These are coming down –she tapped his hips, making reference to the boy's pants and underwear-, so I can monitor the state of your skin and verify there isn't any serious damage done to it.

 

Having set those bases, she lowered his pajama bottoms to his knees and placed him over her lap, wrapping an arm around his waist. The boy remained silent, his breathing becoming a bit irregular.

 

- You will not speak disrespectfully to me ever again, there is no need, or next time I'm washing out your mouth with soap, and believe me, you won't like that –she said in a firm and authoritative voice tone-. Likewise, you will not refer to yourself as a "burden" or anything similar...and, lastly, you have to promise me you will at least try to talk to us if something is bothering you.

 

After a few seconds of fighting against the lump forming in his throat, Harry answered.

 

- I-I promise...

- Very well.

 

Mrs Weaskey proceeded to lower Harry's underwear and started the punishment right away, without giving the boy any more time to protest or feel shame, no time to overthink the inevitable.

 

Harry had received no more than 20 smacks when he couldn't settle himself down and started kicking his feet; being spanked on his bare bottom was new to him and, honestly, he thought Molly was going to spank him over his underwear. He was genuinely surprised by how strong that kind-looking woman was, and he understood two things in no time:

 

On the other hand, disciplining your child as a parent was no walk on the park, either. As much as Molly didn't enjoy being the hand that could bring tears to her kids' eyes, she knew it had to be done, and she never took the same disciplinary measures with all of them, because each one was different and unique, and acting the same way with all of them wouldn't make them feel special in any way.

Letting go an inappropriate action not only diminished her authority in front of her children, but it could also make them feel that she did not care enough to discipline them personally, as strange as it might sound; that's why she took discipline so seriously, but that didn't mean she wasn't the kindest, most loving caretaker during aftercare.

 

One after the other, each smack landed on Harry's bottom, making him yelp and wiggle in discomfort, wanting everything to be over.

 

- Ouch! That was...I didn't-OW! Mrs Weasley-I mean HEY! –he complained, with no control whatsoever over his brain-lips coordination-. Pleeease, I said I would never do it again!

 

Molly had already said everything she considered important at the moment, now it was time to reinforce the lesson, so she carried on with her actions without saying a word. Poor Harry started kicking a bit harder, clenching his fists...he was finally "accepting his faith", knowing there wasn't much he could really do. After a few more smacks, he lowered his head and bit his lip as a pair of tears made their way down his cheeks.

- I'm sorry, mum...please... -he said in a raspy voice-. It won't happen again...

 

As the woman felt the boy's body go limp on her lap and sensed his breathing had more pauses and deepness in it, she realized her baby wizard was finally letting go...he was finally crying, and she wouldn't let that happen in vain. It was time to start wrapping up so neither of them suffered more than it was "necessary".

 

- We are almost done, love –she soothed, making a small pause to allow the boy a few deep breaths as she patted his back a couple times.-

 

Harry's pale skin had turned a reddish shade of pink...and the worst was yet to come.

 

- Now, Harry James Potter Weasley –she started, placing the implement over the kid's hot skin so he could feel it-, this is to make sure we drive the message home, young man.

 

Before Harry could even process what was happening and tried to protest, Molly started administering 20 hard smacks with the dreaded implement, alternating between sides.

 

- Respect starts with yourself –she lectured-. You are now part of this family –she continued, waving off Harry's kicking and complaining-, and you are not taking your light away from us. You are a precious, brilliant boy...and we will not just stand and watch while you risk and disrespect yourself. We care about you whether you want it, like it or not. And we will never let you fall. You are our son and you have always had a special place here. Have I made myself clear? –she delivered the last smacks with increasing strength.-

 

Up to this point, Harry was already crying his eyes out, kicking so hard both his pajama bottoms and underwear flew across the room, and he could hardly do anything other than scream in pain. However, as soon as that last question reached his ears, he managed to blurt out a coherent answer. Or something like that.

 

- OUCH! Please, please, please stop! I promise I'll be good –he pleaded between sobs-. Crystal clear, mum... -he gulped as soon as he sensed the punishment had finally come to an end-. Please, no more...

- Sh, shh, all done...it's all over now, baby, it's okay –Molly discarded the spoon and rubbed Harry's back in circles to help him regulate his breathing-. Come here, my boy...

 

Still softly sobbing and sniffling, Harry got up with the help of the woman who had guided and cared for him unconditionally since the moment they met. Molly sat him on her lap, as comfortably as possible, and tightly wrapped her arms around him, cupping the back of his head with one hand as she rocked and soothed the little boy. After a few minutes, it was Harry's belly that broke the silence, making the redhead chuckle in amusement.

 

- It was about time –she softly said, kissing Harry's forehead-. Whenever you're ready, dear.

 

He was calmer now, so relaxed he even became a bit sleepy, but not as much as he was hungry. He cleared his throat and rubbed his eyes.

 

- Just a couple more minutes, he mumbled, nuzzling against Molly's embrace with a subtle smile-. Mama?

- Yes, little one? –she sweetly inquired, feeling her heart couldn't possibly grow any bigger, overflowing with the warmth of the moment.-

- Thank you –he said with honesty-. And I really am sorry...I just didn't know...

- Shhh... -she kindly hushed, delicately placing a finger on his lips-. No need for explanations, it is all forgiven now, okay? –she smiled-. Now it's time to take care of your body. Come on, child...

 

Harry sheepishly smiled and got up, wincing at the soreness he felt. Molly helped him get dressed up, grabbed his hand and guided him downstairs. There were no questions asked or side glances, no mocking or secreting. There was no need for that.

 

- Good morning, Harry. Sit down, son, breakfast's waiting for you, and if I might add it's absolutely delicious –Arthur cheerfully greeted him with a smile as if nothing had happened for him to come down later than everybody else.-

 

Harry couldn't help but smile when everybody said their goodmornings to him. He was finally home. Finally safe. Finally happy to be alive.

 

- Good morning, dad –he ventured, feeling the effect of that particular word in the man who immediately corresponded the gesture with equal feeling.-

 

Shortly after, Harry took his place at the table, struggling to stay still for obvious reasons, yet, nobody laughed at him, only Ron dedicated him a sympathetic smile, probably because he could relate with Harry's "unfortunate" situation, he had gone through the same several times.

Normally, that would be part of the punishment, but since this was Harry's first time and he had been spanked with an implement barely an hour ago, Molly decided to show the boy a little mercy as if she could read his mind. She pushed back her chair a few inches to put some distance between her and the table and patted her lap twice, beckoning Harry, she knew he would be far more comfortable that way.

 

Harry only thought about it for two seconds before getting up with his plate in hand and walking over, and he did not regret it in the slightest; it was as if he was sitting on a cloud compared to that awful wooden chair. Once there, partially "against his stubborn will", Molly fed him small bites from his plate, glad to see him smile and eat as a "normal" little boy.

Moved by the enormous advance his wife had achieved helping the young blue-eyed open up, Arthur served a mug of hot chocolate and handed it to Harry, who gratefully took it in his hands, smiling even more as he tasted a few glorious sips from the beverage. Now his face was decorated with a chocolate foam mustache.

Arthur moved closer to where his wife was sitting and enveloped both the woman and the mischievous-looking boy with his arms.

 

- Welcome home, Harry –he said, kindly placing a kiss on top of the young magician's head.-

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Not much of a description needed, I think. Still don't know if it'll be one-shots or a long story you'll find here, I just wanted to write. I've only dived into the wizarding world of Harry Potter through the movies, but Molly Weasley always seemed to me as a mother figure to Harry and I wanted to dig deeper into that relationship with a bit of a spanko context, so to speak. So yes, be warned, some chapters (more like all, if there are) will contain spanking, although I do not encourage or approve said punishment in real life to deal with bad behavior and this story is purely fictional. Don't like, don't read.

I chose to rate this story as Mature because of the spanking scenes. This work can be found on Wattpad, also written by me.