Asylum

Asylum

Chapter 16

CRACK.

Draco Malfoy apparated straight into the throne room in Slytherin Castle, viciously holding on to his cargo, Dorian Augustine.

"What the hell? Let me go you daft bastard!" Dorian said, struggling in the hold.

Malfoy grabbed him harder before slapping Dorian across the face. "You're not going anywhere." He turned to the two Death Eaters who guarded the throne room at all times. "Well, what are you waiting for, a formal invitation? Go get the Dark Lord."

Dorian stopped struggling as he was slapped, waiting for the two guards to leave before kneeing the blonde. Malfoy immediately released him and Harry made a dash for it. He didn't know where he was going, but there was only one set of doors in the room so he knew that he had to at least go through those. He slammed the double doors open, smacking the guard on the other side, effectively knocking him unconscious before making a snap decision to run left.

Two flights of stairs, 3 corridors, and behind one tapestry later, Harry was officially lost. He had no idea what floor he was on. Was he in a dungeon? Did he still have to go down another flight of stairs to be on the bottom level, or did you go down one two far? He thought that by staying left he would eventually find an exit, there had to be more than one due to the castle's size, but so far no luck. Right now he was hiding in a small passageway hidden behind a tapestry of a dragon. Hopefully not many used it, as he was truly out of breath and didn't feel like being caught.

He wondered if anyone noticed he was missing yet, or if the fight was still going on. Were Ron and Hermione still unconscious inside Flourish and Blott's? Were there any casualties on their side? Was Severus alright? Would anyone be able to find him in this castle, or was he by himself? Why did Malfoy call him Snape, surely he could tell the difference between him and Severus? So many questions were running through his head, but he held no answers. Harry tried to breathe quietly as he heard footsteps coming towards his hiding spot.

"I can't believe the Malfoy brat lost him! I mean, how hard can it possibly be to contain a squib?" Came a gruff voice.

"Who cares? All that means is that if we find him, we get rewarded instead of Malfoy. Plus, I'm sure the littlest Malfoy is good for something." Another man said rather lewdly.

Harry heard the footsteps stop a moment while the two talked.

"You don't think the Dark Lord will give him to us for a reward to you?" The gruff one said.

"Don't know, but Malfoy needs to be punished for losing the squib, and why not punish him while rewarding us? It would make sense."

"Yeah, I bet Malfoy Jr. is a little whore, just like his mother. You know she has been sleeping with both Nott Sr. and Jr.? Twisted little thing she is, she doesn't even try to hide it."

They began walking again. "Why would she? Lucius is just as bad, except his partners aren't as willing. I can't tell you how many times I have caught him doing things to the prisoners down in the dungeons."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief as the Death Eaters voices grew softer and softer until he was unable to hear them anymore. He hadn't been caught.

"So this is where you've been hiding?" A rough voice, or more accurately a growling voice said close to his ear.

Harry jumped as he heard the voice behind him, before whipping around about to draw his wand, but the stranger was too fast, and soon had his wrists in an iron grip.

"Ah, ah, ah, Pup. I'll have none of that." The man stated, obviously amused at his struggling. The man looked like a beast. He was tall with rippling muscles all over his body. His hair was silver, long and tangled. He had a rugged beard and harsh ice blue eyes. The hands on his wrists would easily leave bruises while his long dirty fingernails left crescent moon prints on both sides of his wrists. All in all, this man was quite possibly the scariest person Harry had ever seen in his life. Considering he had lived in a hospital full of complete nutters, that said something.

"Let me go." Harry said in vain, like the man would actually do so, after capturing him. Harry looked down the small passageway he was in. Obviously the man had come from the other side, where it led to, Harry did not know.

"And why would I do a stupid thing like that? You, runt, have the Dark Lord and his little minions all in fuss. I think I better return you before the Dark Lord levels his own castle just to flesh you out." The strong man then lifted the petit boy bridal style while wrists with one hand. After the boy was lifted he used his other arm to wrap around his legs insuring the boy would not be attempting to kick or wriggle out of place before dashing through the secret passageway and up two flights of steps. They came out from behind a tapestry of one of the many Slytherin family trees on the same floor as the throne room.

He entered the throne room and threw the boy down onto the floor near the Dark Lord's feet, right next to a shaking blonde haired boy. "Found him." He bit out.

"So you did." Harry looked up to catch his first real glimpse of the Dark Lord. Shoulder length black hair, a strong chiseled chin, pale skin, and the one feature that constantly haunted his dreams at night, blood red eyes. "And how, exactly, did you find him before the others, and with no magic?" The red-eyed man asked.

Fenrir gave a feral grin. "It was easy enough once he stopped running. I believe he is the only bloody virgin in this entire castle."

The man raised a single curious brow. "Is that so? If you can smell that, then what else can you smell?"

The man leaned closer and grabbed at Harry's long hair, pulling the boy to him to smell. He inhaled deeply. "Half-blood, I'd say." He took another whiff, this time of his neck. "Powerful. Magic practically drips off him." He smirked at the Dark Lord as the man's eyes widened slightly. "Smells like Snape, and someone else." The man let go of the hair, but not before pulling the Harry's wand from his back pocket and throwing it to the Dark Lord.

"My, my, aren't you just full of surprises, Dorian." The man briefly took in the wand, before looking at him. "My followers had all pegged you as a squib." The man snapped the wand in two causing Harry to visibly flinch. "Don't worry; you won't need that anymore." He tossed the broken wand aside.

"Now what should I do with you? I really do have to think of something creative, can't just have Severus' kid running around, no, Severus needs to be taught a lesson." Here Fenrir cleared his throat, causing the Dark Lord's attention to shift to him.

"Sorry, Milord, but he's not Snape's son."

"You said he smelled like Snape and someone else, who I'm assuming is his mother." The Dark Lord's eyes narrowed. Fenrir better not have been lying. His hand gripped his wand tighter.

"I did say that, but that's not how I meant it." Fenrir quickly explained. "I can smell Snape on him, he's been touching him. I can smell it vaguely around his face and in his hair. He smells of someone else, his parents, whom I don't recognize."

"Really now, that is interesting." The Dark Lord tapped his head in a mock thinking gesture. "Now why would you smell of Severus and not like your little friends, especially on your face and hair? I can think of very few reasons, almost all of which draw out the same conclusion. Tell me, what you would do if I were to catch Severus, and rip him apart piece by piece."

Harry glared. "You leave Severus alone."

Voldemort laughed cruelly. "Oh, you are just too much fun." He looked away from Harry and to Fenrir. "Fenrir, congratulations on finding him, you deserve a reward." He kicked the blonde that had been lying silent next to Harry, visibly shaking from being held under a Crucio to long. "He's your reward. Do what you will with him, he has outlived his use."

Draco had obviously been listening despite his pain for he snapped his head up. "What? No, you can't do this. I have done everything you've ever asked me. I brought him here like you ordered. Please, Master, you can't do this to me." Draco pleaded scurrying to his knees and gripping the bottom of the Dark Lord's robes.

Voldemort kicked him again. "Did I say you could touch me, you insignificant little worm? I can and will do what I want with you, that lovely tattoo on your arm proves it. You willingly gave yourself to me, so now you are mine to do as I wish with you, including giving your life away to someone else."

Fenrir grabbed Draco's hair, much like he had grabbed Harry's only minutes before, then proceeded to drag him from the room. Draco screamed and begged the entire time, until the doors were shut.

Voldemort turned back to him. "Now what can I do with you? What could I do to you that would bring Severus the most pain?" He smirked. "I believe that I have just the thing." The Dark Lord stood up from his throne, grabbed the back of Harry's neck and brought him into a fierce kiss.

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A/N: Hey guys! No I’m not dead, obviously. And no, I’m not abandoning this story. I am merely on a tight time constraint right now. I literally only have one day off a week from school and work, and let’s face it, when I get home from either of those two I like to relax or do homework. By relax I mean read a good fanficiton! I really don’t mean to leave you all hanging though. The only reason I’m actually updating right now is because I drove all the way out to my first class today, only to find out it was cancelled, so I had a bit of down time I don’t usually have, still got to go to the rest of classes today though.

Next chapter: The Order and Harry loses his cool!

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