Harry lay on the cushion and waited, not sure what else he was meant to do, he had been given a minor shock, when he tried the collar. The original food was taken, and a new meal was brought, but he never touched it. He knew he was mad; he wanted this to end, so why would he not eat the food? He knew deep down it wasn't, the man would torture and curse him, he would not poison him. This man wanted a kitten, and Harry would not give in to him, no matter how hungry he was. Some where in the back of his mind he knew he was warm and comfortable, and had food, for the first time all summer. This was a trick though, and he would not fall for it.

He was shaking, his neck had been aching and he tried to adjust his position for comfort, and had for a second time went too far. He tried to bite back a whimper, the second shock had been more painful, but his body would not stop shaking. He had not seen he was not alone; Voldemort had come back into the room.

He walked over to his new kitten. "Kitty you aren't a very quick learner are you? I didn't think you'd need two shocks. I don't think the collar will work tomorrow."

Harry tried to hide his panic knowing he did not like the sounds of that. "Chains in the dungeons I assume. I knew."

Voldemort surprised him by laughing again, and reached down, kissing Harry on the head. He did not want kitten in pain, especially since it would take more time for kitten to be ready for his bed, but it also scared the little one. He knew little one was used to abuse, but it still hurt, and kitten needed to see master would not hurt him. If kitten continued to be a slow learner, he would have to send him to Lucius for a scare, but for now kitten would just have to remain with him.

Harry paled, and tried to back away when a pet carrier for a large canine came out, but this time he could not hide the sob of pain. His body was shaking from head to toe, and he would not give into the tears, but his whimpering was clear.

Voldemort sent the carrier into the next room."It seems kitten can not be left alone or you hurt yourself. Tell kitten learns, he will accompany master to all."

Harry shook his head. "No, I won't, no. I won't watch you kill people, no."

Of course that was a part of his every day, even if he would not take kitten if he left the manor, but he need not worry kitten so bad about all of this. Kitten had no need to worry about such, the war was over for him, all he had to worry about was pleasing master.

Voldemort smiled."If kitten is nice and quiet for master, when a prisoner is brought master will use a spell so kitten does not hear or see. Isn't master nice?"

Harry could hear the slight threat in the even tone. "Yes."

Harry tried to move back, the man was reaching for his neck and he panicked he would hit him, but Harry could not move. The man simply removed the collar from around his neck, and stood, not before he once again kissed Harry on the head. It was a child like move, and Harry knew what he was doing, he was working to make Harry feel protected here, not at risk. And the scary part, Harry could not deny it worked.

Voldemort had his own dinner summoned and a plate of fish and some milk placed in front of Harry. "Stop being foolish kitten, you don't want an IV again."

Harry had not been awake for it but he blanched at the thought of a needle. "I'm not hungry."

Sipping his wine and dinning, Voldemort did not force him, but he could see the little one was watching him. Oh he knew more about kitten than the boy knew, he knew for instance this was his favourite food, and though he usually did not have ice cream, he ate it. He could see kitten was trying not to watch, but it was hard for him. He read for a bit, and then changed for bed, it had been a long day for him.

Harry called before he was in bed."What no collar, not worried I will run?"

He walked to kitten." Even if you could make it through my wards, there are guards. Trust me, no one kitten can come or leave when I sleep."

He summoned a soft chenille blanket from the bed and covered his kitten in it, for the room could be cold. Harry watched him head for bed, and knew even this was a message, he knew Harry would or could not escape, so he tucked him in, no bonds. Harry knew the wards were no lie, the man had to worry about spies when he slept, and Harry was in a manor full of killers. Harry did not think he could sleep, but he was warm and comfortable, and soon was out.

In the morning he woke to a cheerful Voldemort and some milk and kippers near him. "Eat up little one and then into your carrier. We have a busy day."