Author Notes: (hangs head in shame) I'm sorry, and I know that if anyone whose reviewed before is reading this they won't care for my excuses. I'll try and be faster, I promise.

Thanks for reviewing the last chapter Dark Phoenix in flight

Disclaimer: If I owned this there would be no Harry Potter movies.

Warning: This chapter includes a very gruesome death. No, I'm not a sadist who enjoyed writing this. I'm just in a wretched mood.

Chapter 3

Everyone watched Voldemort come in not understanding why he had Harry Potter cocooned in a blanket with him, or why he was holding him as gently, and in the same position, as one would a baby. He walked over to the table reserved for his inner circle and stopped in front of Rigel.

"Hold him Bella", he said handing Harry too her, who struggled as best he could with his tied hands and feet inside the enlarged baby blanket constricting him.

"Severus", he said when he was on the stage dismissing Severus's manhandlers with a wave of his hand to sit down," tell me something useful and I may let you live."

"Grimm", he hurriedly said from his position on the ground," They don't know about Grimm", knowing full well that Rigel Grimm would be printed in the paper tomorrow as a missing person.

"That is excellent new Severus, but with one problem; if I release you, you'll warn them now that you know where his loyalties lie".

"No! No, Master, I swear I'm loyal! I would do anything for you!"

"Will you be reliable?"

"Yes, Master!"

"Would you die for me?"

"Yes, Master!"

"Would you be furniture for me?"

"Yes, Mas-", he froze with realization as Voldemort raised his wand, throwing him onto his back. His arms and legs involuntarily pushing him into a, back-bending, bridge.

"No! Don't!" Harry cried.

Both of Severus's arms, and legs, stiffened becoming ebony wood forming the legs of whichever piece of furniture Voldemort had in mind. He walked over as the crowd anxiously watched, or in Harry's case cried, and examined, making sure Severus was aligned properly, before raising his wand again.

He screamed a bone chilling, sickening, scream that only affected Harry causing him to scream with him, when his ribcage separated and became upright, the bones growing to form bars. Voldemort ceased temporarily and walked over to the, rapidly bleeding to death, traitor. Dipping his right hand into Severus's bloodied insides he traced Snape's face watching the light fade from his eyes, and when it was almost completely gone he performed one of the worst dark spells known, the binding of a soul to it's mortal husk.

He raised his wand again causing Snape's pelvis and breastplate to do the same to form the headboard, and backboard, of a crib. After inviting Macnair to come up and gut him so that he could set a mattress inside Severus later, he turned all of him, from the strips of flesh, to the dripping blood, into the same ebony wood as the man's soul watched helplessly beside.

He clapped his hands, and two muggles came to take the grotesque crib away to his room dragging Severus's soul along with it, before sitting down and eating as if nothing had happened, with Bellatrix playing baby-games with Harry beside him smiling now that she understood.

The next day

Rigel swallowed and knocked on the door.

"Enter", came Voldemort's voice from behind the door. He did so, his eyes immediently curiously flying to the horrific crib in which an unbound Harry Potter lay limply inside the still unmattressed thing, with Snape glaring at everyone. His Master's voice snapped him away from the sight.

"I'm going to send you amongst Dumbledore's people to spy Rigel."

"Yes, Master. What do I tell them?"

"Tell them that you've escaped, and…" he paused smiling a bit," and tell them about Severus, and Harry."

"Yes, Master", he said as Voldemort stood up.

"You'll need to look the part", he said raising his wand.

2 days later

"Step over Rigel when you come in". Bellatrix looked down at her freshly bloodied cohort on the ground in evident pain, and stepped over. She'd been eager to assist, which had been why Voldemort was letting her do this instead of a lower lackey. She triumphantly held up a pile of freshly made, Harry-sized, baby clothes replicas.

"I've found a good tailor, Master".

"Muggle?"

"Wizard, he's one of our neutrals".

"I'll thank him properly later. Bella can you find me some good hair products?"

She nodded, her thoughts flying to her sister. She watched anxiously as Voldemort looked through them finally deciding,

"Put this one on him", he said holding up a ridiculous, green silk with black lace trimmed, outfit with silver buttons in the back. She went over to the helpless teen, clad only in a diaper, and lifted him from the crib setting him on a changing station Voldemort had enlarged. Smiling evilly as he shuddered with rage, fear, and humiliation.

He tried to get away much to her and Voldemort's amusement. He tried, and tried, but ever since last night when Voldemort had forced him to drink a weakening potion, he hadn't stood a chance. He could no more stop Bellatrix from putting him in the footed outfit, than he had been able to stop Voldemort from bottle feeding him with some baby formula he'd found in the same cupboard he'd gotten the diapers from.

1 week later

"Headmaster…Dumbledore?" Rigel asked weakly.

"Yes, Rigel, I'm here now"

"It…was horrible", he said thinking of Snape's execution so that his thoughts matched his words.

"Your fine now, it's over", Dumbledore said reassuringly.

"Severus Snape…Harry Potter"

"Yes?" Dumbledore asked leaning closer to Rigel in the Mungo's hospital bed," are they alive?"

"…Potter…is"

"Alright", he said sitting back and watching. After a few minutes he said," I'll be back when your better, and then we'll talk."

Rigel nodded weakly as Dumbledore stood up leaving.

"Don't question him Alastor", Dumbledore told him sternly, noticing him at the door," he's still very weak".

Moody nodded and walked inside sitting down in the chair Dumbledore had occupied seconds ago.

"So…you escaped?"

Rigel nodded.

"Maybe you might be the one to break the Potter's record."

"Harry Potter…alive"

"You've told Albus?"

He nodded, and several more minutes passed.

"So, have you considered joining the order?"