The Life and Times of Rigel Grimm
Author Notes: For Kat, Youko, and anyone who may be too lazy to drop a review.
Disclaimer: I could afford my chocolate addiction if I was the creator of Harry Potter…I haven't had chocolate in two weeks.
Chapter 4
Two days after Rigel Grimm's initiation into the Order of the Phoenix
"I'm meeting with him tomorrow at Café Del Ray", Remus responded looking at Dumbledore. "Alright, Emeline how are we doing with the va-". He tuned them out, concentrating on keeping his mind blank of how his Master wanted Lupin, and how Café Del Ray would be the perfect place to trap Lupin when-
"Rigel what are your plans for tomorrow?" "I'd planned on going to work", he told Dumbledore, much to his uncle Alastor's delight, "I told you the boy was a real go-getter". Dumbledore nodded at Alastor, before saying," Rigel, would you mind picking up the case file of Brian Henquist?
"I most certainly can", he said smiling, and knowing that today would be a wonderful day.
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"Good evening Mr. Lupin", Voldemort smiled at the man in the strong, steel, cage.
"Wemuz?" he could hear Harry's strained voice, and Remus' eyes snapped in the direction it had come. Those eyes widened in horror, and Voldemort's smile broadened with the strangled scream.
"W-wh-a-at ha-ave you d-done with-h th-hem?"
"Better question. What are you going to do with Lupin?"
"Severus, if only you had remained loyal, then you might have partaken", he checked and was disappointed to see no regret, only pity. "There are a few things Harry and I need", he said idly.
"Let me guess, a mattress."
"That is one, but it'll come later. No, what I need is a-" he paused watching both their anxious faces," Well, you'll both just have to wait, now won't you?" he raised his wand, ignoring Harry's scream of," MO!"
Lupin's soul shot from his body, and to the tip of Voldemort's wand. He walked it over to a table, where neither of them could see what he did.
He turned around, pocketing the wand, and holding a stuffed wolf with only one glass eye. Still smiling, he carried it to the crib, and they watched until howling and scratching diverted both of their attention to Remus' body. The wolf seemed to have taken over.
"Harry", Voldemort's voice snapped their attention back to him," Would you like this teddy? His name is Moony."
"MO!" Harry cried," Pud Wemuz hack!" Snape looked it over, seeing a flicker in the eye. So that's where Lupin was.
"So Harry doesn't want Moony?" he asked planting a kiss on the teddy's cheek," Perhaps my new Puppy will want him as a chew toy", he moved over to the cage with the doll.
"MO!"
"No you don't want him?" he held the teddy over the thick bars, that were spread large enough, for two teddies Moony's size to fall easily through.
"MO!"
"Ahhh, so you do want him", he laid the teddy on Harry's chest," Watch out for the eye. It is very fragile, after all." He stood there smiling crazily as Harry slowly moved his limbs to hold the doll protectively, until a knock caught his attention.
"Come in", Voldemort ordered as he walked to a chair far from the crib.
"Bwake aye Wemuz tree?" Harry asked Snape, not even close to being out of earshot.
"No, bwake aye bwake Wemuz", he sneered at the boy who'd wrecked his life, death, and felt absolutely no guilt when the boy's face contorted spilling tears.
Bellatrix entered holding a bag.
"Is that the hair supplies I asked for?"
"Yes, Master", she said bowing lowly.
"Use the downstairs bathroom. I want Harry's hair completely straight."
"Yes, Master", she said getting up and going over to the magically impaired teen. "I see you have a new teddy." Harry held it protectively, and Bellatrix laughed snatching it away from him.
Too weak to lift his arms, all he could muster was a weak," MO!" "Tell you what, if you cooperate with me, your teddy will be fine. Deal?" He barely managed a nod, and she set Moony down.
Reaching into the crib, she picked Harry up from the pallet her Master planned to replace with a mattress, and carried him down the hall and downstairs, announcing to all who'd hear that Harry was getting a bath.
Tearing off the weak covering that he had, she flung him into the bathtub full of scalding water. He could barely manage twitches to go along with the scream he emitted, and he was way too tired to even consider fighting against the brutal scrubbing, and hair yanking, that Bellatrix rained down upon him, so like the water she dumped on him, using a bucket to wash the soap away.
A volley of laughter followed them back, because while he'd have preferred wearing the soiled diaper, Bellatrix carried him back to Voldemort completely nude. It was impossible to tell if he was red from the bath water, or embarrassment, although the color did deepen somewhat after Bellatrix got a certain nephew of hers to change him.