Slavery Chapter 5
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Harry stepped away from the madman who was grinning evilly. Lucius lifted his cane and thwacked Harry in the back of the knees with it. Harry sprawled onto the floor, and curled up into a ball as Lucius carried out his task. He was extremely meticulous, first Harry's back, then limbs, then abdomen, chest, and finally, head.
Harry screamed until he no longer had the strength as Lucius hit, kicked and punched, even casting the odd spell to send objects smashing into Harry. Tears poured out of Harry's eyes when a large marble statue broke his thigh bone.
When he was finished Lucius dumped Harry in the corner of the room, one arm tied to the burning hot water pipe.
"Mary!" He shouted, as the sobbing child who had been forced to see the whole event shook violently.
"Clean up the blood and then you can do your cleaning. Don't under ANY circumstances communicate with that" Lucius added pointing at Harry's crumpled form. "Give him the blue potion in my cabernet. I want him conscious all day and night."
Mary got up and began mopping up. Harry followed her through clouded eyes. He could not move without causing intense waves of pain to course up and down his spine. He closed his eyes, trying hard to force air into his lungs, each breath harder than the last.
Mary touched his arm gently, and Harry opened his eyes again. She helped Harry to swallow the potion down, and went about her chores, not looking at him again.
Harry supposed she felt guilty. He wanted to tell her it wasn't her fault, but was unable to gather his senses together. The potion kept him alert and awake. Draco came by a few times to laugh, and push Mary around the room.
Night fell, everyone fell asleep. Harry lay there in a forced consciousness, trying to remember brighter times. When the castle had been his home, not his prison. And there, alone in the darkness, he finally let himself go, all the emotion he had been storing since Cedric, then Sirius, and the more recent events came pouring out in a series of silent tears and jagged breaths. He cried for hour upon hour, wishing he had followed Sirius through the veil, wishing to sleep and be free.
As the sun rose, Harry got a firmer grip on himself and stopped crying. Mary awoke and soon, the Malfoys. Harry watched as the family ate breakfast and discussed their plans for some muggle prisoners that were apparently being held in the dungeons.
There was a knock on the door. Mary answered it. Snape! He strode in the room. "I have come for my property."
"He's over there. The Dark Lord grants permission for you to heal him – but no painkillers."
"I wouldn't have given him any anyway – waste of good potions." Snape made his way over to Harry and picked him up. Harry cried out as he was moved for the first time since the previous afternoon.
Snape smirked and left the Malfoy's rooms, heading for his own.
When they arrived Snape muttered an incantation to tightly lock the door behind him and took Harry to the large bed. "I can't heal this. Pomfrey's on her way by portkey. I've cast shields around this room so we won't be interrupted. A little spell of Dumbledore's"
There was a popping sound and Pomfrey appeared. She caught sight of Harry and gasped, tears filling her large eyes. "I've been given permission to heal him, but no painkillers." Snape said, looking down at Harry in what Harry was surprised to see, sympathy.
Pomfrey approached slowly and passed her wand over him. "Can I at least sedate him?"
"I don't want to risk it."
"Harry, I need you to be brave for me. This hopefully will not take too long, but it will hurt, just lie back and try to relax."
Harry closed his eyes, and as he felt pomfrey straighten his thigh bone back screamed.
A hand grasped Harry's tightly and a deep comforting voice spoke gently. Harry opened his eyes and saw it was Snape. The man sat beside Harry healing with his other hand some nasty cuts on Harry's face
Pomfrey went onto his ribs and abdomen. Harry squeezed his eyes tightly shut again, trying not to scream, wishing he could pass out. "Please!" he cried out as Pomfrey poured a stinging potion into a deep gash in his side
"I have to carry on. I'll have to leave soon."
"He – gave me – potion – keep me awake! Let me – Ow! – Pass out."
"Hang on." Snape said and retrieved a potion from a shelf. And helped Harry to drink it.
Harry swallowed and almost instantly lost consciousness.
The next time Harry awoke he was still in the large bed. He ached from head to toe, but his injuries were healed, aside from some cuts and bruises and a large gash along his arm that would indeed leave a scar.
Snape was writing something at his desk in the corner of the room. he turned around and saw that Harry was awake. "How are you?"
Harry groaned quietly "better than I was."
Snape rose an eyebrow "obviously. I meant are you in any pain, can you move all of your limbs – that sort of thing."
"yes, I can move and yes I'm in pain."
Snape nodded. "Go to your bed in the other room and I'll wake you when I need you."
Harry stood up, and swayed, white hot pain lancing through his body.
"Poppy wasn't able to heal everything at once – the magic would overload your system. She healed everything dangerous though. You just have large amounts of bruising on the inside, as well as bruising and lacerations on the outside. Unfortunately if you want to keep the dark lord away you will have to put up with it and be seen to be making an improved effort."
Harry nodded, and using the walls for support, he dragged himself to his 'bed', falling gratefully upon it and immediately dozing off.
A sharp pain lanced through Harry's forehead. He sat up forgetting his injuries and fell back to the bed clutching his ribs. Opening his eyes Harry found himself gazing into a set of scarlet ones.
"Learned your lesson slave?" Voldemort asked
"Yes Sir." Harry muttered, trying not to touch his forehead. "Good." The evil creature responded. "Where's your master? I detected a powerful concealing charm being activated down here this morning. Have you any idea what it might have been?"
"I don't know where he is. I've been asleep for most of the day."
Voldemort tried to make eye contact, but Harry looked down, and feigned a yawn. There was an awkward silence.
"Fine. Get to work. This place is a mess."
Harry nodded and stood up, swaying again. he limped over to the breakfast table and started stacking dishes, knowing his every move was being watched.
Harry, washed the plates and begun folding a heap of Snape's clothes. He nearly fainted several times, always under the watchful eye of the person that had murdered his family.
Eventually the door opened and Snape entered. He froze for a second at the sight in front of him before dropping to his knees and kissed the hem of Voldemort's robe.
"My Lord"
"Severus, I have some questions for you. Join me in the headmaster's office immediately."
Snape followed his master out of the room, giving Harry an appraising look, "You! Eat that." Severus said, gesturing at a plate of leftovers that was by the sink.
As soon as the two adults had left the room, Harry sank to the floor, limbs shaking. He crawled over to the sink and reaching up pulled the plate down and laid it beside him on the floor.
Harry nibbled at the food, half heartedly, one hand clamped over his scar.
(disclaimer as before!)
THANKS TO ALL REVIEWERS
Harry stepped away from the madman who was grinning evilly. Lucius lifted his cane and thwacked Harry in the back of the knees with it. Harry sprawled onto the floor, and curled up into a ball as Lucius carried out his task. He was extremely meticulous, first Harry's back, then limbs, then abdomen, chest, and finally, head.
Harry screamed until he no longer had the strength as Lucius hit, kicked and punched, even casting the odd spell to send objects smashing into Harry. Tears poured out of Harry's eyes when a large marble statue broke his thigh bone.
When he was finished Lucius dumped Harry in the corner of the room, one arm tied to the burning hot water pipe.
"Mary!" He shouted, as the sobbing child who had been forced to see the whole event shook violently.
"Clean up the blood and then you can do your cleaning. Don't under ANY circumstances communicate with that" Lucius added pointing at Harry's crumpled form. "Give him the blue potion in my cabernet. I want him conscious all day and night."
Mary got up and began mopping up. Harry followed her through clouded eyes. He could not move without causing intense waves of pain to course up and down his spine. He closed his eyes, trying hard to force air into his lungs, each breath harder than the last.
Mary touched his arm gently, and Harry opened his eyes again. She helped Harry to swallow the potion down, and went about her chores, not looking at him again.
Harry supposed she felt guilty. He wanted to tell her it wasn't her fault, but was unable to gather his senses together. The potion kept him alert and awake. Draco came by a few times to laugh, and push Mary around the room.
Night fell, everyone fell asleep. Harry lay there in a forced consciousness, trying to remember brighter times. When the castle had been his home, not his prison. And there, alone in the darkness, he finally let himself go, all the emotion he had been storing since Cedric, then Sirius, and the more recent events came pouring out in a series of silent tears and jagged breaths. He cried for hour upon hour, wishing he had followed Sirius through the veil, wishing to sleep and be free.
As the sun rose, Harry got a firmer grip on himself and stopped crying. Mary awoke and soon, the Malfoys. Harry watched as the family ate breakfast and discussed their plans for some muggle prisoners that were apparently being held in the dungeons.
There was a knock on the door. Mary answered it. Snape! He strode in the room. "I have come for my property."
"He's over there. The Dark Lord grants permission for you to heal him – but no painkillers."
"I wouldn't have given him any anyway – waste of good potions." Snape made his way over to Harry and picked him up. Harry cried out as he was moved for the first time since the previous afternoon.
Snape smirked and left the Malfoy's rooms, heading for his own.
When they arrived Snape muttered an incantation to tightly lock the door behind him and took Harry to the large bed. "I can't heal this. Pomfrey's on her way by portkey. I've cast shields around this room so we won't be interrupted. A little spell of Dumbledore's"
There was a popping sound and Pomfrey appeared. She caught sight of Harry and gasped, tears filling her large eyes. "I've been given permission to heal him, but no painkillers." Snape said, looking down at Harry in what Harry was surprised to see, sympathy.
Pomfrey approached slowly and passed her wand over him. "Can I at least sedate him?"
"I don't want to risk it."
"Harry, I need you to be brave for me. This hopefully will not take too long, but it will hurt, just lie back and try to relax."
Harry closed his eyes, and as he felt pomfrey straighten his thigh bone back screamed.
A hand grasped Harry's tightly and a deep comforting voice spoke gently. Harry opened his eyes and saw it was Snape. The man sat beside Harry healing with his other hand some nasty cuts on Harry's face
Pomfrey went onto his ribs and abdomen. Harry squeezed his eyes tightly shut again, trying not to scream, wishing he could pass out. "Please!" he cried out as Pomfrey poured a stinging potion into a deep gash in his side
"I have to carry on. I'll have to leave soon."
"He – gave me – potion – keep me awake! Let me – Ow! – Pass out."
"Hang on." Snape said and retrieved a potion from a shelf. And helped Harry to drink it.
Harry swallowed and almost instantly lost consciousness.
The next time Harry awoke he was still in the large bed. He ached from head to toe, but his injuries were healed, aside from some cuts and bruises and a large gash along his arm that would indeed leave a scar.
Snape was writing something at his desk in the corner of the room. he turned around and saw that Harry was awake. "How are you?"
Harry groaned quietly "better than I was."
Snape rose an eyebrow "obviously. I meant are you in any pain, can you move all of your limbs – that sort of thing."
"yes, I can move and yes I'm in pain."
Snape nodded. "Go to your bed in the other room and I'll wake you when I need you."
Harry stood up, and swayed, white hot pain lancing through his body.
"Poppy wasn't able to heal everything at once – the magic would overload your system. She healed everything dangerous though. You just have large amounts of bruising on the inside, as well as bruising and lacerations on the outside. Unfortunately if you want to keep the dark lord away you will have to put up with it and be seen to be making an improved effort."
Harry nodded, and using the walls for support, he dragged himself to his 'bed', falling gratefully upon it and immediately dozing off.
A sharp pain lanced through Harry's forehead. He sat up forgetting his injuries and fell back to the bed clutching his ribs. Opening his eyes Harry found himself gazing into a set of scarlet ones.
"Learned your lesson slave?" Voldemort asked
"Yes Sir." Harry muttered, trying not to touch his forehead. "Good." The evil creature responded. "Where's your master? I detected a powerful concealing charm being activated down here this morning. Have you any idea what it might have been?"
"I don't know where he is. I've been asleep for most of the day."
Voldemort tried to make eye contact, but Harry looked down, and feigned a yawn. There was an awkward silence.
"Fine. Get to work. This place is a mess."
Harry nodded and stood up, swaying again. he limped over to the breakfast table and started stacking dishes, knowing his every move was being watched.
Harry, washed the plates and begun folding a heap of Snape's clothes. He nearly fainted several times, always under the watchful eye of the person that had murdered his family.
Eventually the door opened and Snape entered. He froze for a second at the sight in front of him before dropping to his knees and kissed the hem of Voldemort's robe.
"My Lord"
"Severus, I have some questions for you. Join me in the headmaster's office immediately."
Snape followed his master out of the room, giving Harry an appraising look, "You! Eat that." Severus said, gesturing at a plate of leftovers that was by the sink.
As soon as the two adults had left the room, Harry sank to the floor, limbs shaking. He crawled over to the sink and reaching up pulled the plate down and laid it beside him on the floor.
Harry nibbled at the food, half heartedly, one hand clamped over his scar.