The days where an endless cycle of darkness and torture for Hadrian. He had not been able to see after Bellatrix had cursed him. He had lost track of the days after a couple of torture sessions. His sense of time had been lost when he seemed to fall asleep to Bellatrix's mad cackles and wake up to her cackles. He had no other visitors except the random house elf. He could barely keep down the few meals he was given. Sometimes he was given nutrient potions to help decrease his weight loss, but he already knew he was in bad shape. He could feel his ribs and sunken stomach when ever he touched his body. Often, he curled up in the corner with the ratty blanket he was given in fear.

He was blind. He did not know if it was merely a curse or if Bellatrix had destroyed his eyes. He never touched his face in the fear of knowing. Sometimes she would come in and spray him down with freezing water when he least expected it to clean his contamination. It left him jumpy and lacking sleep. He was too scared to fall asleep.

Hadrian already knew that deep in his heart that his master had forsaken him. It hurt his soul and he ached something fierce. He could feel his time growing short. Sometimes he could feel his eternal slumber calling to him after the torture sections, but Bellatrix had made sure not to kill him so far. Apparently, death would be to good for his kind. No, she wanted to drag it out.

The sound of a house elf entering his cell startled him. He hurriedly moved into his corner and wrapped the blanket tighter around him. "Master wanting slave to come. Mimsy be taking you to master." The house elf stated. Hadrian felt the tug of the chains as the house elf popped him out of the cell and into an unknown room. His chains were yanked until he entered the slave position, bowing low to the floor. Hadrian could not hear anything but the shuffling of paper.

"Slave. You will be set free from your cell. Mimsy will show you your duties. Do not be disrespectful to my death eaters, they will punish you if you are." Voldemort's voice lacked any kindness and Hadrian could hear the undertone of disgust.

"Yes, master." Hadrian said softly.

"Cruico." Hadrian screamed in agony and sobbed softly after Voldemort let up on the curse. "Did I tell you that you could speak, slave!" Voldemort yelled in furry. Hadrian sunk down into the floor as if to disappear. "Only speak if you are asked a direct question! Mimsy, take this wretched creature out of my sight! Make sure he is bathed and given his clothes."

Mimsy had helped in bath the filth away from the weeks he had spent in the dungeon. He had a hard time scrubbing when he could barely grip the wash cloth in his spasming hands. "Mimsy be getting your clothes while you dry off slave." The house elf said before popping away. Hadrian waiting as he stood wrapped in a soft towel. He heard Mimsy pop back in before he felt clothes being shoved in his hand. He quickly got dressed in the scratchy pair of trousers and shirt.

"Mimsy, what am I supposed to be doing?" Hadrian whispered.

"Mimsy was told that Hadrian would be taking care of Master. You will start in the morning. Mimsy will show you where you are supposed to sleep." Mimsy led him through the door and walked him over to what felt like a cage. She shoved him in before the closing and latching the door. It was a little larger than a dog cage and roomy enough to sit in, but he could not stand. Underneath him was padding and he quickly curled up before falling asleep.

Hadrian was awoken by the door opening. He heard a familiar voice, "Nagini, why must you attack that blasted rat?" His master voiced with amusement.

"He is fun to chase and his fear scent smells like prey." The voice of Voldemort's familiar said back. Hadrian curled up tighter in fear. Why was he in his master's room?

He felt something bump into his cage and flinched in fear. "What is your nestling doing in here?" Nagini asked in curiosity. Hadrian curled even tighter in fear as the large snake's tongue touched in his skin.

"Slave. He is no long worthy of being called a nestling. Do not speak to such filth, Nagini." Voldemort hissed in furry. Hadrian was stiff as he heard Voldemort move closer to his cage. The sound of the door being open made him flinch in fear.

"Stop flinching you piece of filth. I would never considering touching something as contaminated as you." Voldemort hissed in disgust before his wand touched Hadrian's cheek. He did not even move when blood welled up on his skin. Tiny tremors racked his body. His wand disappeared before the door to his cage was slammed shut. He heard a door open and close before everything was silent.

The next couple of days had been nerve wracking for Hadrian. His master had brought him to his study with him and made him sit in front of his desk on a pillow. Whenever his master had felt displeasure with one of his death eaters, Voldemort had cast the Cruico on him in anger. By then end of the first day, some of Hadrian's muscles had torn from the spasms. The third day he had barely been able to walk. Thankfully, for the third day, Voldemort had cursed him with non-lethal cutting curses that were equal to a paper cut.

On the fifth day he had been drug back into the study, but his Master had left soon after. Hadrian had not dared to move from his spot on the floor in fear of getting cursed. He knew that his master was going on some big raid and that most of the inner circle would be there. He was worried, but new that his master would not die. He was too strong for that.

The hours passed by and he was alarmed when he felt the wards crash. That could only mean that the Order of Phoenix had managed to bring down the wards and the mansion was under attack. The dark lord's study was warded heavily, but if they had managed to bring down such heavy wards like the ones surrounding the Mansion of Slytherin it would safe to assume that they could break into his study.

"Nagini we need to get you out of here along with everything from the dark lord's study. Please come here so I can get you to safety." He hissed as he stood. This would hurt. He knew it would hurt.

"The wards have fallen? We must get Tom's horcruxes to safety as well. The order will destroy him if they get their hands on them." Nagini hissed in anger.

"Bellatrix has blinded me. You will have to show me where they are." Harry was quickly drug over to a heavily warded safe. "Open. The safe is open, reach in and grab the bag. It has everything of value within it." Hadrian reached into the safe and felt a bag before grabbing it.

"Nagini, I am going to turn this bag into a portkey to the safe house that Master has set up in this entrance after I make sure everything of importance is within in the bag. I will need you to bite down on the bag and coil around it before I say the passphrase to activate it. Do not let go of the bag."

Hadrian said as he started summoning stuff into the bag. He had cast an expansion charm on the bag to make sure he got everything in it. After having Nagini confirm that everything was in the bag, Hadrian cast the spell for a portkey just as he started to hear footsteps coming this way.

"Now, Nagini. You must hurry."

"I'm ready." Hadrian could already feel the burn of the chains upon him. His Master had not given him permission to use magic and it was punishing him. It would hurt, but it needed to be done.

"Lord Voldemort." The shackles and color burned as his magic flared activating the portkey.

He stumbled before falling to the floor. He was almost too weak to stand. The last couple days he had spent being tortured. Could he hold of the Order of the Phoenix? Not likely, but he still needed to try

Voldemort had been in the middle of an organized raid when he felt the wards upon his home disappear. It wasn't long afterwards that he felt his slave using magic. Damn the order. How dare they break into his home. Voldemort motioned for his followers to return and forewarned them of the break in.

Upon the arrival, Voldemort knew that the order had already left. They had found what the wanted. He strode through the blasted off doors and straight to his study. His heart dropped when he realized that the doors had been blown off. The room was a disarray and was oddly empty except for the smashed furniture. Blood was splattered across the floor, burn marks on the walls, he saw the deep gauges of cutting curses.

Had they taken Nagini and the other horcruxes? Where was Hadrian? Had they taken him, or had they killed him? He felt the faint brush of an alarm at one of his other properties and quickly popped away.

As soon as he arrived he was relived to see Nagini and the bag he had his horcruxes in whole. He looked around expecting Hadrian to be there, but he didn't see anyone. Nagini shot forward and quickly wrapped herself around her master.

"Nestling helped me escape but did not come with Nagini. Is nestling okay? He said that the order had broken in!" Nagini exclaimed with worry.

"Let me see." Nagini nodded as Voldemort touched his finger to her forehead. He watched as his slave had sat diligently in his place. He watched as his slave flinched when the wards came down and how he had immediately thought to secure Nagini and the horcruxes before himself. Hadrian had even made sure that the study was empty before sending Nagini to safety. Just as Nagini was ported away, he saw the doors get blown inward.

The Order would pay.

A/N: SO Harry cannot use his magic without punishment since he was basically branded as a slave. His magic would punish him. I just wanted to clear that up.