Lucius stroked his neck. "Puppy will have a new collar when his neck heels. Now we need to decide on a new name for master to put on your puppy tags."

Harry had tears in his eyes. "I'm not a puppy. And my name is......"

Lucius cut him off for the boy was in pain when he spoke. "Now little one don't hurt yourself. If it will stop you protesting till your throat heals I'll call you little one."

Though Harry was no more fond of the term when puppy at least it was human sounding. He had no doubt the man would still try to rename him. But the term puppy made him want to vomit. He knew the man wanted him a little lap dog licking his feet soon enough. Harry would not give in. The order would come for him eventually and he would be free. He did not care how much power Lucius had, he would get the kiss for this. He would.

Lucius was pleased the little boy was silent. "Now little one we do need a new name. Harry just does not work for a pet. Don't want little one to get confused."

Harry shook his head. "I won't forget who I am because you give me a new name."

Lucius shook his head. "Little one Harry Potter is gone and he is not coming back. This is your new life and you need a new name. But that can wait a while."

He could see the little boy struggling with wanting to protest and fight him. But the poor little puppy's throat was causing him such pain even with the pain reliever that he was in agony when he tried to speak at all. He decided to lay off the talk of a new name for now. He knew the little one would argue even if it was causing him pain and Lucius was not taking pleasure in the tears from the little puppy. The bruises along the tender flesh of his neck were bothering him. Poor little one did not deserve to be nearly strangled, and especially not in his master's bed.

Lucius had some dinner summoned for them. "Now precious little one I know it hurts but you need to get strong for your master. You need to eat some of our dinner."

Harry turned his head away. "No."

Lucius turned him to look back and showed him a bottle. "This will help with some of the pain. If you eat and ask master nicely he will put some cream on you later."

Harry was struggling with the mix of the pain in his neck and not wanting to give in. "Fine. I will eat."

Shaking his head Lucius did not call him on his lack of manners and passed him the bowl of soup. He had ordered that some more pain reliever be added to it. He did not take pleasure in the pain his puppy was in. His little pet was his to use and train. He had decided pain was not a way to train him. But he knew Voldemort was right. Rabastan may have done him a favour. Not jut by helping him look like a protector, keeping puppy safe in a manor full of Death Eaters. But he showed a bit of gentle kindness when puppy was recovering from this near rape and the poor abused little boy who just needed someone to step up and protect him would be drawn to him.

Lucius watched him put down the bowl half done. "I will not force you to eat the rest till your throat heals little one. Now would you like master to use the cream?"

Harry was struggling with asking the man for anything acknowledging him as master or being in more continued pain. "Please master."

Lucius wiped away his tears of shame in using the term. "See little one that wasn't too hard. You learn your little manners and master will take very good care."

Uncorking the bottle which the healer had given him he gently began massaging some of the cream into the little one's throat. It would not do as much as a pain reliever or potion but since the puppy did not have to swallow it, it would be easier on the little one. He could see a bit of the color disappearing and puppy's breathing was a bit less laboured then it had been before. When he finished he summoned some more of the warm milk with honey which seemed to be soothing for his puppy.

He put the glass to the puppy's lips and coaxed him to drink some more of it. "Come on little one it will relax you and let you sleep."

Harry forced himself to drink down some and sunk back against the pillows. "Thank you." he said in barely a whisper.

Lucius knew the whisper was not about the throat. "Now that was not too hard. I think little one will be permitted a bath tomorrow if he keeps up his sweet manners."

The little one had not earned a private bath. The chain would not be lengthened to allow it just yet. But Lucius would take his little puppy for a bath tomorrow. He knew both being allowed out of bed for the first time since he was brought here, and his first bath would be too much of a draw for him. Cleaning spells just did not leave you with the same feeling as actually taking a shower or bath. Lucius knew after little one was nearly raped he was likely begging for a real cleaning. Lucius would definitely ensure puppy had a full bath before he took the boy himself. He would not touch him with the stench of Rabastan on him.

As puppy was drifting off he stood to leave but puppy caught his hand. "Don't leave me alone."

Lucius kissed his brow. "Now little one master has warded the room ad there are guards as well. No one will come hurt little one while he is gone I promise."

He saw the little one turn over and curl in a ball. He knew little one had not wanted him. He was just frightened to be alone. After being brutally raped by his Uncle the near rape had been far too much for the little puppy. Puppy needed to feel safe. He would show little puppy he was all safe and sound here, and would have a nice warm bed and good food in return for his loyalty and submission. Lucius would take him soon enough but he would be wanting more. It was why he was waiting and being so patient with the little one. If he took him now puppy would be even harder to make his.

He headed for the dungeons to see to Rabastan and was surprised to pass Rodolphus along the way. "Seen this? Planning on telling your pet that he is dead?"

Lucius looked at the paper. "Not at all. And I remind you to keep your distance from my pet. Or I will make sure you suffer the same fate as your brother is."

The man shrugged and walked off. He knew Rodolphus was not the same fool as his brother was. He would not go against the order of the dark lord. Lucius did not have the right to kill him no matter what Voldemort had said. The man was still a pureblood, but he would make him pay. As for the newspaper he did not plan on puppy knowing unless it was necessary. For now puppy wondering why no one was coming to his rescue was working better for breaking little puppy's spirit. He saw a photo of the monument made in London and one at school for the boy who lived.

Later after his session with Rabastan was done and he stood looking at his sleeping puppy he thought. "See little one, you're not Harry Potter, he is dead and buried."