Happy Family

Authors Note: This is old. I wrote it back in 2007 but I never posted it. I decided it was time to set it free from the file in my computer...

Happy Family

Ron made his way home from a particularly grueling day of work. Those imbeciles he had to contend with everyday were really beginning to piss him off. He was just thankful that it was over for the day and he was heading home to his family.

It had been the best day of his life when he had finally married his beautiful Hermione. They had been together ever since sixth year, and from there the love between them had only grown stronger. And only a year after they consummated their vowels, their baby came along.

Ever since the little buddle of joy had arrived he had been quite a handful, acting up, crying, not listening to instructions and even lashing out and physically hurting his parents. Ron and Hermione found that they had to discipline their baby a lot.

Because of this, the couple both worked part time to ensure that one of them were at home with the baby. As soon as he had come along, Ron and Hermione had discussed what they were prepared to do for their little one.

The thing they couldn’t understand, thought, was why their baby acted up so much. They were loving parents who gave the little one a nice home, and it wasn’t their fault that his actions caused Ron and Hermione to yell and punish him. If he only behaved then Ron was sure everything would be so much calmer and comfortable for all of them.

Ron sighed as he walked up the pathway and through the front door of his house. Before he could even take his shoes off he heard Hermione yelling from upstairs.

“YOU WAIT UNTIL YOUR FATHER GETS HOME AND FINDS OUT WHAT YOU HAVE BEEN DOING!”

There was some stomping around, a loud slap and a muffled scream, then silence. Ron remained standing at the bottom of the stairs waiting for Hermione to come down. He was sure their little one would have been put to bed for obviously disobeying what Hermione had asked him to do, or not do.

A few second later Ron saw his wife at the top of the stairs and she sighed in relief as soon as her brown eyes lay on him.

“Thank God your home, Ron. I was going crazy being in the house with that little shit all day. I was about ready to pull out his hair and lock him in the cupboard.”

Ron gave her a sympathetic smile as she descended the stairs, and focused on her left cheek where a large bruise was forming.

“Let me guess. He threw something at you again?”

Hermione huffed. “YES! I went into his room to give him his bottle and the ungrateful brat threw a hard covered book at me.”

The couple made their way into the kitchen where Hermione sat down at the table and Ron found his wand to heal her cheek. Hermione continued what she was saying.

“I was so cranky that I smacked him across the face and threw him into his into his cot. He wont be having any dinner tonight for doing that. You can punish him; I’d probably strangle him if I went up to do it.”

Ron nodded and gave his wife a kiss on the now healed cheek. “All right, honey. You just rest tonight; I know how tiring he can be, especially when he’s in one of his moods.”

Hermione smiled gratefully and got up to begin preparing dinner for the two of them. Ron left the kitchen to go up and deal with the delinquent child. He made sure to stomp up the stairs to let the boy know that he was angry that he had hurt his mother. Ron unlocked the door and walked into his son’s nursery. There, at the back of the room was their baby cowering in his cot and looking up at his furious father with big green eyes.

Ron stormed over to the cot, grabbed the boy by his hair and threw him out onto the floor.

“You are a VERY bad boy, Harry,” he growled.

Harry flipped himself around and stared fearfully at the person he used to call best friend in another life. He was unable to scream or cry out due to the dummy spelled to stay in his mouth as Ron grabbed him around the neck.

“Our Lord gave you to us for our service to him, and Hermione and I have given you the loving family that you have always wanted, and how do you repay us? By lashing out and hurting us.”

Ron bodily threw Harry into the wall. He stood up and walked towards the prone boy.

“You know, Harry,” he spoke in a much calmer voice, “Lord Voldemort offered again, just today, to ‘baby sit’ you. Perhaps a week of torture at his hand would teach you to respect us!”

Harry trembled with fear. That threat would be enough to keep him behaving for days until his anger consumed him again. Ron and Hermione had never followed through, but his ex best friends were now Death Eater’s so who knew if they were telling the truth or not.

From what Harry could gather after his capture, Ron and Hermione had given into the Dark when they were still in school, and when the three friends finished they had kidnapped him and presented him in front of their Lord Voldemort. No one suspected Ron and Hermione of following the evil creature, so when asked if they had known where Harry would have disappeared to they had acted dumb.

Ever since Harry had been stuck in some small house in the middle of nowhere, force to act as the baby for the married couple. He didn’t know why they didn’t bother having a real child of their own. Instead they preferred to use their sadistic ideas on him, making him live in a diaper, suck on a dummy and drink out of a bottle. His room was even a nursery, painted with little bunny rabbits, blue birds and rainbows.

But worst of all was when he was taken in front of Lord Voldemort and humiliated in front of the ever growing group of Death Eater’s.

“You know what,” Ron’s tone was now thoughtful, “I think I will ask Hermione what she thinks of the idea. After throwing another book at her today, I think you deserve to spend some time with Lord Voldemort.”

Without another word Ron left the nursery, not even locking the door. Harry, wanting to know what his fate was, crawled after the redhead, down the stairs and peeked his head around the kitchen door.

“Hermione,” Ron called out as he walked through the door. “I was talking to our Lord again today, and what do you think if we sent little Harry to visit with him for a while.”

Harry watched in fear as a feral smile grew on Hermione’s face and he was sure Ron sported the same look. This was not good.

Ron and Hermione had never followed through with this threat before and Harry believed that it was because deep down within their dark beliefs, they still felt some remorse for the situation they had out him in, thinking that they would eventually put him in his place, as they would say. But now it seemed that he had pushed his previous best friends too far, they had had enough and Harry was going to pay.

The couple turned to face a cowering Harry and leered over him.

“When do you think we should tell Lord Voldemort the wonderful news? He has wanted to *care* for him for so long…”

Hermione smiled at her husband, “No time like the present…”

Harry’s eyes widened. This was not good. This was NOT GOOD!

Before Harry could even consider any sort of escape, Hermione grabbed his hair in a painful grip and began to drag him back up the stairs. He squirmed and whimpered trying to keep up with her brisk walk while Ron chuckled deeply as he followed.

Back in the nursery, Hermione pulled out her wand. Harry flinched, thinking she was going to curse him or send a stunner, but instead a blanket was summoned over to where they were. She let go of the grip on his hair, and the blanket wound its way around his body effectively binding his arms and legs and keeping him contained. Harry whimpered again feeling utterly helpless and pathetic.

Ron lifted up the bundle of Harry, embarrassing him further, and walked out of the room and into the master bedroom. Hermione pointed her wand towards the fireplace and it burst into flames. Second’s later floo powder had turned the fire green and the three were making their way to Slytherin Castle.

Voldemort was currently torturing a disrespectful follower when Ron and Hermione walked into the huge hall that was used for Death Eater meetings. When Voldemort looked up to see two of his faithful followers and a bundle of blue blankets, Voldemort’s interest was sparked and he dismissed everyone else in the hall.

“Ah, hello Ron, Hermione. What a wonderful surprise to see you here, and with little Harry too,” Voldemort chuckled evilly, loving the humiliation his past enemy was now forced to suffer through.

“My Lord,” Hermione and Ron said in unison, bowing in respect for their Lord.

“Ron and I have decided it is time for our baby, here,” Hermione gestured to a struggling Harry, “To spend some time with you. Unfortunately we were unable to… teach him his place, so we feel that your expert hand would do wonders for his behaviour.”

Voldemort’s evil smile grew, finally it was his turn to play with the fallen Boy Who Lived. The Dark Lord knew that he could have taken the boy at any time from his followers, but they were the ones who had finally caught him, and he repaid those faithful to him with whatever they requested. And they had requested that Harry became part of their ‘Happy Family’. Voldemort thought it was a befitting fate for the boy who had his childhood snatched away by his own hand. So he allowed Ron and Hermione to indulge in literally babying the once strong and independent Harry Potter.

Ron stepped forward at seeing his Lord’s pleasure at his wife announcement and presented the bundled up Harry. By now Harry had unchecked tears cursing down his cheeks, images flashing though his head at what pain and further humiliation Voldemort was going to inflict on him. The Dark Lord accepted the crying baby and looked down upon him, narrowing his eyes viciously.

“Well this is going to be *so* much fun,” he whispered, then in a louder voice he said, “I am pleased you both finally accepted my offer to… baby sit little Harry.”

Hermione and Ron knew that these words were a dismissal, so they bowed once again, gave the smaller boy one last look and turned around to go home.

“Harry, Harry, Harry. How I have longed for this moment ever since your so called friends turned you in. It must be so hurtful to know that they are more faithful to me over you. I bet you feel very lonely…”

And indeed Harry did. Being unable to talk, or do much else a baby couldn’t, left him with a lot of time to think. It was hard for Harry to accept the friends he had known and trusted for seven years turned on him at the first opportunity that came along after joining Lord Voldemort. Then adding insult to injury when they forced their sadistic desires on him, claming that it was what he truly wanted.

“You know,” Voldemort continued, “This reminds me a lot of when Wormtail betrayed your parents. Instead this time it is your friends who have come to me and are aiding my crusade for the cause.”

Harry closed his eyes tight and turned away. He didn’t want to think of his parents, how he was betrayed and that their sacrifice was for naught.

With one last evil smirk, Voldemort summoned a house elf and ordered it to take baby Harry up to his private chambers. Harry was levitated down hallways, around corners and up stair cases until they finally came to the double doors of Lord Voldemort’s rooms. Inside it was decorated in typical Slytherin colours, varying shades of dark green and silver, with a bit of black and navy blue. The house elf took Harry through a living area overflowing with books, an office space and sitting area. Finally they were in the bedroom, and from what he could see there were intricate tapestries and wall hangings of events that weren’t very nice to look at, and on closer inspection Harry realized that there were of Voldemort’s crusade on the wizarding and muggle worlds. Burning villages, Death Eater gatherings, tortured wizards and muggles, and even Voldemort’s attack on Hogwarts that had happened after Harry had been captured.

In the middle of the room was the largest four poster bed covered in black silk sheets and soft green blankets, a desk pushed against one of the walls, a door leading to what would be a bathroom, and finally a crib, ironically crafted out of solid yew and layered with thick black blankets. It looked like the Dark Lord ad been prepared for his arrival.

The house elf levitated Harry over the edge of the crib and settled him down under one of the blankets before leaving without a sound. Harry turned his head away from the main area of the room, so he was facing the wall, and closed his eyes feeling grateful for this small moment when he was without the vengeful and tormenting Lord Voldemort.

***

Harry lay sobbing on the slanted operating table, on his front, down in one of the dungeons in Slytherin Castle. Voldemort had only just left after inflicting even more pain and suffering onto his already abused and mutilated body.

As soon as Harry had been left by himself in Voldemort’s bedroom, Harry had amazingly feel asleep, only to be frightened half to death when it was Voldemort’s snake face that he woke up to. From there, the evil bastard had fun tormenting Harry with his new situation, laughing at him while he was fed a bottle, forced to crawl around and even have his nappy changed. By the end of that unchecked tears of shame were flowing over Harry’s cheeks.

When Voldemort was finally bored of watching the boy being degraded with the baby act, the two of them made it down to the dungeons – one that was especially for Harry – the boy crawling the whole way.

Harry was strapped onto the operating table as soon as he crawled through the door. The Dark Lord taunted him, letting Harry know how pathetic he was, how useless and unwanted he had become.

“This is all you have left now, boy. Your so called friends turned you in, I’ve killed everyone else you would call family and destroyed the world that you once knew. Accept it, Harry. All you have now is a crib, dummy and some of my sadistic Death Eater’s treating you like the infant you could never be.”

Voldemort walked away from the bound boy and selected out a particularly long knife.

“So… as you will be nothing more than a *baby*,” the word was spoken sarcastically, “Then I don’t think you’re going to have to walk anymore…”

And with that Voldemort slowly severed the tendons in the back of Harry’s ankles, taking pleasure in the pained screams that echoed off the dungeon walls.

Harry had remained on that table ever since then. He had been told that the bleeding had stopped, only to have more wounds inflicted on him. From a brutal beating to a think leather whip to that shape silver knife, slicing his skin and encouraging long rivers of blood to flow down his back and legs.

He was sure he had passed out sometime due to the blood-loss, but when he regained consciousness he was still lying flat on his stomach, in the same uncomfortable position. Harry let out an involuntary groan before his head was snapped up by the hair so the evil torturer could look at the weakened boy. Then, without so much as a warning, Voldemort left Harry’s range of vision, and thrust a blunt object into the vulnerable arse from behind.

Harry screamed and Voldemort laughed.

***

Harry didn’t know how long he remained in the Dark Lord’s possession, time just seemed to stop when you were being constantly tortured. He found that his only sanctuary was when Voldemort had something else more important to attend to and Harry was dumped in that solid yew cot. When he was wrapped up so tightly that he couldn’t move, Harry was given an escape from the pain and torment, from the rape and humiliations. So when he was silent and still, he almost felt secure and safe.

Eventually Ron and Hermione came back to collect their baby. Voldemort commended them on their “beautiful baby boy,” before nudging him in the direction of his ‘parents’. Harry had no reason not to fight anymore. Fighting only caused unbearable pain and humiliation. Being forced to crawl, suck a dummy and wear a nappy wasn’t that bad, especially if it saved him from the hurt.

As soon as Harry made it over to his parents, Hermione used her wand to bind him back up in a conjured blue blanket. Harry just let it happen, knowing that in the confines of the blanket there was no bare skin that could be susceptible to the bite of the whip or the sting of the knife. Then Harry was levitated up and the three apperated home.

As soon as the three arrived at the house Harry was taken back to his nursery and upon removing the blanket he willingly crawled into his cot and curled up into a protective ball. He honestly couldn’t deal with any more pain, and for his ex friends to be his torturers would just be too much. Harry understood now that his cot and baby roll was his release, his sanctuary. When he was behaving, and doing what Ron and Hermione wanted, the pain would be weaker, less server.

Both Ron and Hermione smirked at the good behaviour of their baby boy, glad that Lord Voldemort was finally able to beat some manners into him.

Once Harry was settled the couple left Harry alone. Alone with the silence, alone with his thoughts, alone for the remainder of this hellish life…

The End