Chapter 19

Harry came to consciousness with his head ringing painfully. He felt cold. There was no breeze, but everything around him felt cold and bare. Vision came slowly to him and Harry realized that his arms were hung on top of him with cold handcuffs binding them. He struggled only to hear the handcuffs scrape against something and realize that his feet did not touch anything. His hole felt completely empty, and Harry thought he could hear footsteps.

His vision slowly returned to him, and for a moment he was thankful that he still had his glasses. The first thing he noticed was that he was in a small room with stone walls and floor. There were no windows, and only a staircase that led upwards. I'm in a basement? He wondered. He struggled and looked down at his body. He was completely naked and dangling half a foot above the floor. Harry looked up to see his hands were indeed handcuffed and the chains of the handcuff slung over a huge hook.

"Good, you're awake," a voice smiled. Harry heard footsteps and slowly a man came into view. He looked around forty with bleached blond hair and a goatee. "I was worried that your little hit knocked you out too deeply," the man said. "Though when I was preparing you I was very impressed to find this." He lifted his hand and Harry saw his sex toy. "Ghost hunting with this stuffed in you? Where did Riddle find you, eh?" He chuckled and tossed the sex toy to the side. "I have to say, you are way more exquisite than I thought you would be." The man stepped forward and stroked Harry's cheek gently before slapping him. Harry gave a soft sound and glared at the man. "Yes! Give me that look, love, that is what I am looking for!"

Harry spat at the man, his glob of spit landing on his cheek. The man's giddiness quickly changed to anger and Harry felt immense pain as he started punching Harry's stomach over and over as if he was a human punching bag. He finished it with a punch to Harry's head and snarled, "Don't get any ideas with me, boy!"

Harry groaned, his vision swimming but his glare never softened. He just stared at the man until at last recognition hit him. "I saw you at work," he said.

The smile returned. "You did! And I must say I really did want to do this easily, with you just hanging here looking so scrumptious. We would talk, we would laugh, I would kill your lover and take you by force if I have to. But now you just won't listen—so I'm going to have to do this the hard way." He pulled out a controller and pressed a button. The hook holding Harry rotated, Harry moving with it, until he faced the wall to the right of him. It was a full length mirror from one end of the wall to the other. Seeing his reflection made Harry feel embarrassed at his naked state. Instead of looking at his body, Harry focused on the table nearby pressed against the wall. It was full of torture devices. Knives and whips, chains and gags. The sight itself excited Harry a little, but the smile from the man dashed any excitement inside him.

"Who are you?" Harry demanded.

"You don't know? The man asked, "Shame. Really disappointed in you Harry Potter, age 20. You are a student working towards an English Major, how stereotypical of you boy. You work at that lovely bookstore I visited, Marauders, which is own by a Sirius Black and his husband Remus Black. When you are not there or at school, you are usually at a few places, including an exclusive gym that is definitely out of your pay, at home in a quaint apartment with couple Draco Malfoy, heir of the Malfoy Fortune, and Blaise Zabini, both Twenty and both your childhood friends. Of course recently you are spotted quite frequently in the company of Tom Riddle, who is your beau, your fiancé, your special someone, your one-and-only, your treasured soul spirit, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. I feel bad now, almost stalkerish, knowing all of these things about you but you do not even know my name!"

Harry stared at the man, clarity coming to him the longer he talked. The points inside his head all clicked together and he did his best to hide any fear as he said, "You're that person, Grindelwald."

"Yes! Finally—you have remembered that which you should have known in the first place!" Grindelwald said. He stepped back and bowed with a flourish, "Harry Potter it is my immense honor to meet you, I am Gellert Grindelwald."

"You're the guy that is trying to steal our city!" Harry said, his shock turning back into anger.

"Your city?"

"Yes! Hogwarts belongs to Tom and me!" Harry said. He swung his leg to kick Grindelwald, but the man caught his foot. He looked at Harry disappointed before letting go.

"You really do not want to test me Harry—I want to be your friend here! I don't want any awkwardness or betrayal between us. Nakedness not standing," Grindelwald said. "But if you keep going down this road, I will be forced to hurt you—and I really, really do not want to do that."

"Why is that?" Harry asked cockily, "Scared of what my husband will do to you once he finds you?"

Grindelwald gave a loud laugh. "Your husband? No. Here is what I will do to your husband, Harry Potter. I will kill him. I will tie him down and cut him. His blood will be my lube and I will take you over and over again in front of him until all you can think about is me, desperate for my touch, and when you are at your highest, when all you feel is a carnal sexual desire for me, I will kill him."

Harry did not feel fear. Instead he just laughed at Grindelwald, a disgusting sneer appearing on his beautiful face. "So that's it?" he asked. "Tie my husband and rape me over and over until you finally get your jollies off?" Harry laughed loudly as he looked down at Grindelwald, "What? Do you have ED or something? You can only get it up by cucking a proper man?" Harry laughed as Grindelwald punched him again. He didn't know where all of his courage came from, if it was courage. Or perhaps it was simply madness that drove Harry to laugh at Grindelwald's punches and blows which sent waves of pain throughout his body.

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" Grindelwald screamed. He rushed to the table and grabbed a knife. He held it threateningly at Harry. "I swear I will use this," he growled.

The cockiness returned. "Go ahead," Harry sneered. "I was already tortured by knives years ago, and she was just a teenage girl. What can you do?"

Grindelwald was very quick to anger it seemed as he threw the knife away and ran to the table once more, getting a cat o' nines whip. "You will stay quiet!" he roared and struck Harry's back.

Harry's laughter stopped immediately at the stinging pain. He yelped and hissed. "Good, that seemed to do the trick," Grindelwald said, whipping Harry again. The whip was very different from the whip that Tom used in that this one had barbs, painful barbs that dug into Harry's skin, ripping small pieces out and causing blood. Anger fueled Grindelwald's lashes, and Harry hissed at each one. He could feel warm liquid flow between the strikes on his back, and jolted at the pain. Grindelwald went on striking Harry. Five, ten, fifteen, twenty strikes… Grindelwald stopped, panting at thirty strikes and dropped the whip.

Harry's back was reduced to an endless streak of red bloody lines that overlay and crisscrossed over each other. Blood stained the skin that the whip missed. His back was in pain, yes, but Harry refused to cry or look helpless. He stared at the reflection of Grindelwald. The man admired his work, stepping to Harry's back. He felt a wet sensation and shivered in disgust as the man licked his back, starting at the bottom and moving upwards. Harry fought to keep his face stony as Grindelwald stepped in front of him, his lips and mouth area covered in Harry's blood. He smiled at Harry madly, before looking sad.

"Look at what you made me do Harry," he bemoaned, "I did not want to hurt you—never wanted to hurt you. You are too pretty; you need to join my collection."

"As if I'll join any collection of yours," Harry spat.

Grindelwald smirked. "That is where you and I differ in opinions," he said. He pulled out a phone and chuckled. "Now, I want you to give me your best smile, Harry. Riddle would not want to see you looking sad." He moved back of Harry and Harry watched Grindelwald's reflection as he aimed the camera at his back. Harry glared at the reflection, doing his best to hold up his middle finger. Grindelwald did not see this and took the picture, chuckling darkly. "Oh if only I can see Riddle's expression when he sees this," he muttered. "Harry Potter, I think you and I will have more fun together."

"Yeah I'll bet," Harry muttered. Grindelwald giggled as he looked down at the phone, taking a few more pictures of Harry before leaving the room. Harry watched him go and took a breath. His arms were extremely tired from hanging over him, and his body did indeed start to ache just from the position he was in. It was also rather cold. He wiggled his body, flailing uselessly as he looked up at the hook his handcuffs are stuck on. The chain rattled in the hook, moving only slightly. Harry didn't have the momentum or power to force it off. Groaning, Harry looked around once more.

The hook wasn't attached to any fancy mechanic, just a small mechanism that turned him around. Getting an idea, Harry kicked his legs back and forth, trying to build momentum as he swung. He couldn't swing much, the hook itself refused to move, so he was left with just his body as he turned and swung.

Like a swing, Harry slowly built an arch, grunting with pain with each kick. He looked up to see the chains moving slightly on the hook and smiled. He kept this up, kicking and pulling back his legs in the rhythm of the swing, hoping against everything that his chains would either break or move off of the hook. He was hard, slow work. His body quickly became covered in sweat, and just when it seemed that the chain would move closer to the hook's edge the door opened.

Grindelwald walked in with a cup of water and stared at Harry. "Now what do you think you're doing?" Harry glanced at the man and quickly changed his plan, using the momentum he forced the hook to turn, the machine groaning under the use, and kicked him in the face.

Grindelwald fell into the doorway and Harry smiled as he swung back and forth, glaring at the man. Grindelwald stood up slowly, picking up the split cup and looked at Harry. "Now, why would you ruin your drink like that?" he asked. "Here I am, being the perfect host and offering you water only for you to kick it in my face. I don't get why you are being so ungrateful."

"I'm just warming you up for when my husband comes here," Harry panted.

Grindelwald sighed. "Harry, Harry, Harry, I think you're under some delusion," he said. "Riddle is not going to come in here all swashbuckling like an action hero to save you against a monstrous villain. He will come in here and BANG die like a moron. Savvy?"

Harry's eyes grew cold. He stared at Grindelwald and gave out a dark laugh. Grindelwald stared at him and frowned, "What? What is so funny?"

"You idiot," Harry laughed. "You murderous idiot, I can see all of your brain matter went to senseless killing than planning. I am not marrying the hero! I have no need for them. I'm marrying the monstrous villain. And when Voldemort gets here, I will have a front row seat of watching you die." Harry continued to laugh.

Grindelwald screamed in anger. The knife he threw on the floor was quickly snatched and stabbed through Harry's leg. That did not stop Harry's laughter, however. He forced out his laughs, making them as cold and maliceful as he could as Grindelwald picked up the barbed whip once more and starting hurting Harry again.

Lord Voldemort was not happy. Far from it. His dinner that night was interrupted by a phone call from Draco Malfoy, telling him that he needed to get to the house they were investigating NOW. When he got there, he found Draco and Blaise looking frantic. Harry was not with them, and Draco was holding a camera. Voldemort immediately took it and watched the tape, horrified as he saw a man sneak up on Harry and knock him out. The camera fell to the floor and the last he saw was the man dragging his Songbird away. Grindelwald. He must have gotten in somehow. His anger only grew at that revelation. The fucking bastard played them.

Voldemort did his best to keep his calm. He turned to Draco and Blaise and made them promise not to call the police. He will handle this personally.

He called everyone in. Every single member from his inner circle down to his nameless, faceless grunts who were only cannon fodder. They were in a large warehouse just outside the city. He walked along a bannister that looked over everyone and stopped. There were almost a thousand people in all. A thousand of his people in the underworld, a thousand weapons to kill Grindelwald and his men, a thousand bodies to shield Voldemort and his Songbird from harm.

"Tonight, Grindelwald declared war on us," Voldemort yelled out. "The man took us as a fool and snuck into my city! Under our watch! Punishment for this shall be swift, but first we have a man to kill. As some might know, I am to be married soon, and as an offense to me, Grindelwald took my fiancé, stole him right from under our noses. I do not care about your other duties, for from now until I have Grindelwald's head, here are your orders! Find Grindelwald and his men! Find where he is keeping Harry Potter, and report to me immediately. If I sense failure, hesitation, or even a thought of betrayal or lack of effort, I will personally kill you along with your families. I do not care about your safety; I do not care about your lives—what I do care is this fucking German prick who thinks he can walk into my city and thinks he can get away with it! Go out there and FIND HIM!"

That was last night. Nobody dared to talk to Voldemort since then. He stayed at the warehouse waiting for news, getting little to no sleep in between. It was now the afternoon and his phone buzzed. It was his personal phone, and it was a number he did not recognize. He opened the text message and the first thing he saw was Harry.

Harry was naked, his back ripped and bloodied. His face was not in pain or sorrow, but pure hatred as he glared at the reflection of the man taking the picture. Just at the top of the picture in the reflection, Voldemort noticed Harry's middle finger. Under the picture was a message.

Unknown: Hello Tom Riddle. We seem to have a common acquaintance in Harry Potter here. He is so looking forward to seeing you save him. That is, if you are willing to forgo Hogwarts for his safety. Here are some of my demands. I want you to bring me some money, about Fifty million, and once you, and only you, give me the money and run out of this city, I might let you live. Oh and Harry. He'll be my newest in my little harem. I think he will look wonderful among my whores, don't you? I'll give you Twenty-Four hours.

"That cock bastard," Voldemort growled. He took out his work phone and demanded Yaxley. The man limped towards him, the injured man, still recovering from the gun wound he received as punishment, bowed low. "My Lord?"

Voldemort handed Yaxley his personal phone. "There is an unknown number here. Track it," he demanded. "Use everything we have. Including the police if you are useless."

"Yes, My Lord," the man nodded. He walked away with Voldemort's phone. Voldemort watched Yaxley carefully as the man walked down the stairs and into one of the small offices where Voldemort had several computers set up.

He took out his work phone and started pacing, his thumb mashing against the phone a little too roughly as he dialed a number. "Marcus, report," he demanded when Marcus Flint answered.

"Nobody unusual has come to Harry's apartment," Marcus Flint said. "Everyone who entered and left are known residents."

"And his roommates?"

"Blaise Zabini has been reportedly agitated and screaming at anyone who even knocks on their door, while Draco Malfoy has made several calls to his father and the police," Marcus reported.

Voldemort frowned. "I did not receive any word about this from our pigs," he said. "When did Malfoy call?"

"Two hours ago."

"Keep watch, see if Grindelwald tries to contact them and call me the moment he does," Voldemort commanded.

"Yes, my lord," Flint said, and Voldemort hung up. He next called Rabastan Lestrange. "Lestrange."

"My Lord."

"Go check on the police, see why they have not informed me of any calls about Harry," Voldemort demanded. "Afterwards, I need you to make sure our armory is stocked and ready for when I have Grindelwald's position."

"Yes, my Lord," Rabastan said and hung up. Voldemort still felt an angry irritation. How dare this Grindelwald even think of trying to play with him. Squeezing his phone, Voldemort made his way down to the floor of the warehouse and into the small office that Yaxley walked in. He was standing next to a computer where a young girl was sitting, busy typing away with his phone plugged in.

"Report," Voldemort demanded. The young girl glanced at Voldemort, jumped in fright before looking back at the computer. Yaxley looked immensely out of his depth as he stared at the computer as well.

"I'm tracing the signal but it's bouncing around too much," the young girl said. "Nothing I cannot handle but I need another two minutes."

Voldemort sneered, clearly not pleased with the news. His phone rang again, this time the unknown number was calling him. "My Lord, this may be obvious but please keep him talking for as long as you can," the young girl said.

Voldemort nodded. He picked up the phone and answered the video call. He inhaled sharply immediately. His Songbird was there, hanging off of a hook. His back and now front even more bloodied and whipped with a knife sticking in his leg. Still he looked strong, glaring at the man behind the phone as he walked towards Harry, rubbing his hand over his body. "Look at all this blood," Grindelwald cooed, "it's okay if you cry now, isn't it Harry? We have Riddle watching you now."

"Tom?" Harry said, his voice sounded hoarse. He looked down, focusing on the phone. "Tom!"

"I'm here Harry," Tom said staring at the picture of his beloved. "Grindelwald, let me see you."

"What? No worries or declaration of love for you little Harry here?" Grindelwald chuckled.

"Voldemort," Harry said, getting both men's attention. "Can you please come and kill him now?"

"Tom, Voldemort, Voldemort, Riddle—what is it with you two? Is this a sex thing or something?" Grindelwald asked the screen flipping so that Voldemort was facing him. "All I heard about was this Tom Riddle ruining Hogwarts. Is Voldemort the boogieman name you've came up with to scare little babies?"

"Tell me where you are and you will find out why I am feared," Voldemort said.

"Yes fear, funny thing about that, it doesn't really inspire loyalty, does it?" Grindelwald said. "I wonder how many of your people, nearly a thousand I believe, are truly loyal to you. Do you even care for them? Care when you sentence them to death? Or do you only care about your possessions?" The man chuckled darkly, and he flipped the screen once more, showing Harry. "Do you care about this boy? Or is he just another one of your possessions? A toy to use and fuck as you will." Harry glared at him and spat at Grindelwald. The man replied by pulling the knife on Harry's leg, earning a scream of pain. "Your toy did not like that," Grindelwald chuckled.

"I will kill you," Voldemort glowered. "I will kill you and anyone who works for you."

"Even Corban? Good man, Corban. Gave me everything I needed to start off with," Grindelwald chuckled.

Voldemort stared at the phone before turning quickly to Yaxley. The older man had a gun out and aimed at the girl. Voldemort acted without thinking. He dropped his phone and pushed Yaxley away just as the gun fired. The girl screamed, both in shock and pain as the shot when through her arm, and both men fell onto the floor. Voldemort did not hesitate or even ask why Yaxley betrayed him. He just took out a knife and stabbed Yaxley's heart. Leaving the man to bleed to death, Voldemort stood up and picked up his phone.

"I will kill everyone who stands between me and your head," Voldemort snarled. "Even if they are my own men."

Grindelwald laughed at this, smiling into the phone. "Look at you! And they say that I am the animal. Oh but look at the time, I really should be hanging up now—but first, Harry do you have any last words to our monster here?" He turned the phone once more to Harry. The young adult looked haggard and tired but still he kept a brave face. He looked at the phone and was silent for a moment.

"What? No words? Oh well," Grindelwald's voice said, and the screen went blank. Voldemort turned to the young girl.

She looked up at him and before she opened her mouth, Voldemort warned her, "You better have his position before you even think of opening your mouth."

The girl looked at the computer screen then back at Voldemort. "I have it."