Dying To Love You

“What? What’s wrong with him?” Fenrir asked, when the potions master remained silent both the dark lord and the werewolf began to get agitated. “Damn it man! What is wrong with him?!”
Fenrir shouting at him brought Severus out of his stupor. He tried to process the new information and try to think of how to explain it to the dark lord and the frustrated werewolf. “Gentlemen, that last test that I ran on the boy was to check for violation of the sexual nature. The results said that he has been raped repeatedly over the course of several years. The one that did this to him was very large and was not very considerate when it came to preparation. The most recent violation was as early as this morning. He is extremely malnourished and has several unhealed broken bones and lacerations. The ones from tonight, especially the ones on his face, may scar but I can give him a cream to fade them some. I have also found that he has some magical creature lineage but I am unable to tell which one.” After giving his prognosis, Severus quietly left the room so that the two conscious occupants could process the new information.
Fenrir moved over to his sleeping pup and took his small hand, bringing it to his cheek. ‘Oh pup, what did those monsters do to you? I swear that I will always take care of you. No one will ever hurt you again.’ While Fenrir was making this silent vow to the beautiful boy, Voldemort was thinking along the same lines. He would have to reevaluate everything that he had ever heard about young Harry. He would have to tell him the truth about his heritage, for he did indeed know what the boy was and that he would have one and possibly two mates to be submissive to. Before he could get too involved with the idea of Harry being submissive, he heard a groan from the bed indicating that the boy was waking.
“What happened? Where am I?” Harry could feel panic starting to rise when his weak eyes focused on the bright blood red eyes next to the bed. His eyes stayed on the form of Voldemort as he tried to scoot back away from the alarming presence but was unable to because something had a hold on his hand. Harry couldn’t figure out what had a hold of his hand and it was kind of starting to freak him out. Without his glasses on all he could really see were colors and blurry blobs of mass if whatever he was looking at was more than a foot from his face.
Harry tugged and pulled at his hand trying to free himself when he heard a voice that he recognized. “Hush, pup, I won’t hurt you. Neither will the dark lord. You are safe here with us. Those muggles can’t get to you here.” Fenrir used a tone of voice that he hoped would be soothing enough to calm the battered boys frayed and fragile nerves to an almost coherent level. By the way that the boy stopped struggling to listen to his voice, he had reason to believe that it had worked.
“Fenrir? What’s going on? I can’t see anything . I need my glasses, please where are my glasses? I need to see what’s going on.” Harry pleaded with his face turned in the direction that Fenrir’s voice had come from. He knew that Voldemort was in the room with them and was trying really hard not to panic too much and knew that having his glasses would help. He felt Fenrir set his ragged wireframes on his face and breathed a silent sigh of relief as the world came into focus. “Thank you, that is much better. Would it be alright if I asked some questions of you both? With your permission, of course, my lord?”
That statement shocked the other occupants of the room almost into silence. “What’s with you calling me ‘lord’ all of a sudden Potter? I thought you were the poster boy for all things light and having to do with Dumbledore?”
“Well you see, my lord, the old man as it turns out was only using to kill you and was going to leave to the mercy of a prejudicial society that was easily manipulated by himself. After I killed you he was going to pull another ‘I killed the last dark lord and now the supposed savior is the new dark lord’ bullshit and he even is paying my friends to spy on me when at school. I’ve had enough of all that shit and was going to try to contact you this summer but the old man was keeping such a close watch on the house that I could barely receive mail. Then I was sent that information to meet with Fenrir at the pub and get the documents. I guess you know what happened from there. Fenrir, did you kill my uncle or just injure him? By the way, do either of you have a cigarette I could bum? I left my at my relatives’.”
To say that Fenrir and Voldemort were both shocked at what the boy had related to them would have been the understatement of the decade. Fenrir absently shook a cigarette from his pack and handed it to Harry and lit it for him before answering the boy’s previous question. “I killed him Harry. I brought you here because one: everyone would have blamed you for it, and two: I could not leave you in an abusive household like that. One question that I have for you though is how was I able to get to you so quickly? It is general knowledge that there are blood wards around that house.”
“That is something that I would like to know also.” The dark lord finally spoke up, drawing Harry’s attention away from the werewolf and to himself. Harry took a drag from his cigarette and assessed the man that was in front of him as he took Fenrir’s pack and lit himself a cigarette. He was very tall, about as tall as Fenrir, with wavy brown hair and an actual nose but still with the red eyes. For some strang reason, Harry felt that he could trust both of these men with his very life and knew that he could tell them anything. So he decided that he would let them in on this little secret.


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