Harry numbly stumbled after Avery as the Death Eater dragged him down to his cell. Avery grabbed him by the hair and shoved him against the wall, his body pressing into Harry’s back.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week after I’m finished with you,” Avery promised. He stepped back from Harry and ran his left hand down Harry’s spine in a perverse caress. When he reached Harry’s arse, he shoved a finger inside.

Harry hissed in pain and tried to pull away. Even though Snape had just fucked him, Avery was so rough, it hurt.

“Still tight. I’ll change that.” Avery licked Harry’s cheek before throwing him onto the bed.

Avery licked his lips and began to unzip his pants. Harry stared at him in horror. He’d be stuck with Avery for an entire week. Avery would chain him to the bed and rape him every day.

Harry wasn’t going to let him. When the Death Eater moved to the edge of the bed, Harry brought up his leg and kicked Avery in the nuts as hard as he could. Avery’s hands flew to his groin and he bent over in pain.

Harry jumped to his feet and punched the Death Eater in the nose with all the force he could manage. It hurt his knuckles like hell but the sound of cracking bone was music to his ears, and the river of blood that followed was the most beautiful sight Harry had ever seen.

Avery yanked out his wand and Harry grabbed it out of his hand and threw it away. He slammed his shoulder into Avery, knocking him into the wall. He punched Avery as hard as he could, aiming for the spots where it hurt the most. One good thing about Dudley’s treatment of him was that he knew how to hit someone to cause pain. He had learned to hide those parts from Dudley and offer less delicate sections instead. Avery was pureblood and obviously had never been in a fist fight before. He was too shocked and stunned to do anything but bring up his arms to protect his head.

It was hard for Harry to punch with his wrists bound together, but he managed to do it. All of his anger flowed towards his fist and the more he punched, the more enraged he became. His vision swam and his heart was a rapid drum that encouraged him to pound his fists into the body before him until it became unrecognizable as human. He quickly forgot about trying to hit Avery in the parts where he could do the most damage as his anger grew sharper and sharper until his whole body felt as though it were on fire.

Fuck him. Fuck all of them. He wasn’t going to be their bitch. He was going to fucking destroy them all. Pay them back for what they did to him. His attacks quickly moved lower and he focused on slamming his fist into Avery’s groin as hard as he could.

Avery was screaming in Harry’s ear but Harry was too focused on destroying his genitals to care what he was yelling. Hands pushed on his shoulders and he was so off balance that he fell back on the bed.

“Concrito Fetallis!” Chains appeared, binding Harry’s cuffs to the bed. Harry quickly adjusted himself so that he could attack the Death Eater if he dared approach him again.

“You little shite. You fucking bitch.” Avery spat blood and stumbled over to his wand. “You’re going to beg for mercy by the time I’m finished with you. I’ll cut off your balls and feed them to you!” He muttered a few spells, healing himself clumsily.

“I’ll bite off your dick!” Harry snarled.

“I’ll remove all your teeth!” Avery levelled his wand at Harry. “Immobilus!”

Harry sagged against the bed as his limbs refused to move anymore. If that bastard tried to touch him, he’d have his revenge. He’d rip off his balls and then kill him.

Avery stumbled back over, moving between Harry’s legs. He closed his hands around Harry’s throat. “You slag! You will regret ever touching me.”

“STUPEFY!” Snape yelled.

Avery slumped over Harry. Snape grabbed the Death Eater and threw him to the floor. He removed the chains and grabbed Harry by the upper arms, pulling him to a sitting position.

“DID HE RAPE YOU?” Snape demanded.

Huh? Where did Snape come from? Why was he so angry? His grip on Harry’s forearms hurt and his black eyes were burning with anger. Harry had never seen Snape’s face so wild and it was very unnerving.

“What?”

“Did he put his cock inside you?” Snape snarled, looking as though he was going to bite Harry’s head off.

It was so strange to hear Snape say ‘cock.’ Was this one of those things where Harry did something he wasn’t supposed to do? Was he supposed to play the submissive slave and let Avery rape him?

“No, I…I…” Harry shook his head. “I’m sorry; I couldn’t let him rape me, so I… I beat the shite out of him.”

Snape was staring at Harry’s chest, and Harry glanced down to see blood covering his torso. “Oh, it’s not mine. I broke his nose.”

Snape stared at him. “I thought… I was sure… you aren’t hurt?”

“No, you’re bruising me more than he did.”

Snape instantly released Harry. Harry rubbed his upper arms where Snape had tightly gripped him. “You should’ve seen him before he healed himself. I’m pretty sure I cracked a rib or two in addition to his broken nose.”

“Stupid boy.” There was no malice in Snape’s voice, nor in the hands that fluttered quickly over Harry’s body, checking for injuries. Once Snape was sure Harry had not been hurt, he straightened and his expression changed so suddenly back to his normal cool composure, that it was almost as if he had instantly been replaced by another person.

Snape stepped away from him and approached the fallen Death Eater. “You must never do that again. The consequences of such an action would be severe.” He floated Avery out of the cell and toward the library. “I will attempt to Imperio him, but it won’t last a week. If you want him gone then you must hurt yourself.”

Snape wasn’t staying? Harry forced down the stab of disappointment he felt in his chest. “What? What d’you mean? Aren’t you-”

“The Dark Lord has ordered you to remain unharmed while you are away from his presence,” Snape interrupted. “If Avery hurts you continuously, then the Dark Lord will remove him. You must only hurt yourself when it can be assumed that Avery was responsible for the injury. Get his minor acts to become dangerous ones.”

Snape approached Harry again and put his hand on his shoulder, squeezing it lightly. “I shouldn’t be here. Never let the Dark Lord see this memory. I should go now before he misses my presence. Don’t forget to practise.” He released Harry’s shoulder and hurried from the room.

Harry washed himself in the sink. He wasn’t sure he was strong enough to spend a week without Snape under the guard of Avery, but if Snape thought he’d be able to, then he must have the capability.

He hid his clothes under the mattress, knowing that Avery would take them from him if he found them. He crawled into bed and relived beating the crap out of Avery in his head. He hoped he had ruined the bastard’s genitals. It had felt wonderful and he was glowing with pleasure when he suddenly realised that what he had done had probably been very stupid indeed. He had just roughed up the Death Eater who was in charge of him for an entire week. Snape was a powerful wizard, but could he really Imperio Avery for an entire week? Avery had to be pretty powerful himself to be so high in Voldemort's esteem. When Avery recovered himself, he would pay Harry back tenfold. Snape was right; Harry really needed to think before he acted.

The knowledge of what he had done made Harry nervous, but he tried to force it from his mind. He should instead concentrate on finding ways to get Avery to hurt him so that Snape could be returned to him as soon as possible. He assumed that Snape was out there trying to find a way to do the same. He finally managed to fall asleep, hoping that he would have Snape for a prison guard again as soon as possible.

~

Harry was reading his book when Snape walked into his cell followed by Avery and Malfoy.

“I’m going to California to collect more plants,” Snape informed him casually. “Avery or Malfoy will take over from now on. Which one do you chose?”

“I don’t want to choose either! I want to stay with you!” Harry pleaded.

“My bed or his knife.” Avery grinned, showing all his teeth.

Malfoy opened a large black bag that had all manners of wicked instruments. “I bought these just for you.”

Harry threw himself on Snape. “Take me with you! Please! I’ll let you whip me and have sex with me everyday!”

“Okay, but you must wear shoes. You never wear shoes.” Snape frowned at him.

“You never gave me any…” he protested.

Snape grabbed his arm and they were suddenly on the back of a Hippogriff flying so high in the air that the earth was a giant beach ball beneath them. They flew down for a landing and Harry shut his eyes at the blinding force of the wind. When he opened them, the Hippogriff had disappeared. White sand dunes rose up around them no matter where Harry looked. “Where are we?”

“Death Valley.”

“I hate sand.” Harry saw that he was sinking into it. He struggled to pull himself out of it, but it was hard. “Why are we here Snape?” There was no answer and when he looked around, he didn’t see Snape anymore.

“Snape?” He turned himself around to try to find a speck of black that meant Snape hadn’t left him. “Snape, where did you go?” It was hard to walk in the sand which kept slipping beneath his feet. He tried to climb the highest sand dune to look around but he slid down it every time he managed to climb halfway up. “SNAPE!” he screamed. “I DON’T KNOW HOW TO GET BACK!”

The sand whipped up around him and he couldn’t see anything other than darkness. “SNAPE! Please! Help me!”

He flailed violently in the bed and woke up to discover himself tangled in his blankets. His heart pounding, Harry carefully extracted himself. Not knowing what else to do, he awaited Avery’s arrival with sweaty palms and a dry mouth.

When the Death Eater finally strode into the hallway, Harry was starving. The Death Eater glared at Harry as if the young wizard was the most disgusting thing he had ever seen. He did not have the look of someone who was Imperio’d and Harry’s heart skipped a beat.

“You smell. When was the last time you had a bath?”

“Yesterday,” Harry quickly answered, wanting to stay as far away from Avery as possible.

“Disgusting,” he spat. “Follow me.”

Harry reluctantly got to his feet and approached the bars. Avery spelled the chain and opened the bars for Harry to step through. Harry walked as far away from Avery as he could as he headed to the bathroom. He hopped into the tub as soon as he reached the bathroom. Avery spelled on the shower and Harry bit back a yelp as ice cold water cascaded down on him. He grit his teeth and quickly cleaned himself. He didn’t know if Voldemort would feel his coldness but he hoped he did. Once Harry had finished cleaning himself, he pretended to trip over the edge of the tub and smacked his head against the wall. He fell harder than he intended to and sharp pain strummed through his head, making his vision swim for a moment.

“You idiot!” Avery snarled at him and kicked him in the shin. Harry tried to reach for a towel but Avery kicked his hand away. “Back to your cage, now.”

Harry got to his feet and stumbled back to his bed. Avery grew impatient with his slow pace and shoved Harry through the bars. Harry did not move to stop the fall, letting his elbow hit the ground. Pain radiated up his arm and he bit his lip as he tried to pretend he hadn’t been hurt.

Avery tapped the table with his wand and left. Harry pulled himself up to his feet and examined the offerings. On his table was a bowl of cold soup and a piece of mouldy bread. Harry picked off the mould and ate the bread before drinking the soup. He was still hungry when he finished, but he pushed his hunger from his mind. He didn’t care if Avery beat him or starved him as long as he didn’t rape him.

Harry climbed onto his bed and read Cosmos, with an ear turned to the door in case Avery returned. He wanted to exercise, but he was so hungry and he didn’t know if it would be wise to exercise in a state of hunger. He couldn’t concentrate on the book for very long and returned it to its hiding place under the mattress.

He wondered what Snape was doing. What sort of task would Voldemort send him on? Harry didn’t want Snape to do bad things, but Voldemort would forgive Snape quicker if the Potions master successfully carried out his work. A wave of guilt washed over Harry. It was selfish of him to hope that whatever evil Snape was doing, he would do it well and return to Harry as quickly as possible. Harry shouldn’t want Snape to commit sins, and it was horrible of Harry to want Snape to succeed at Death Eater work. Especially since this was his fault. Harry had selfishly asked Snape to make sure that Avery wouldn’t have the chance to torture him. Obviously, that had enraged Avery so much that the Death Eater had managed to get himself placed in charge of Harry for an entire week. If Harry hadn’t requested to have Snape intervene in Death Eater business, then none of this would’ve happened. He had put both of them and their plan at risk. He should’ve been braver and let Avery torture him in the throne room. At least there, Snape would’ve been able to stop Avery from doing anything too horrible to Harry.

Harry clenched his pillow tightly. He felt so conflicted. If Snape were good, Harry wouldn’t have to worry about being killed so that Snape could become the next Dark Lord. On the other hand, if Snape were evil, Snape would do exactly what needed to be done in order to gain Voldemort’s favour again and be repositioned as Harry’s prison guard. Was this what Snape meant when he spoke of ‘a necessary evil’? Harry doubted he could kill an innocent person even if he needed to in order to defeat Voldemort. He always had a strong sense of morals, and even now, after all that had happened, he still couldn’t kill anyone who didn’t deserve it.

Then again, however much it pained him to admit it, a part of him hoped that Snape could do what was necessary, even if that meant killing innocent people. Had being around Snape so much turned him evil too? Was some evil necessary in order for good to triumph? Had he become twisted or practical? Harry just didn’t know what to think.

Avery finally returned, slamming the library door as he entered.

“Put your hands between the bars!” He jabbed his wand at the bedposts at the end of the bed from where Harry was currently sitting.

Harry hesitated, not sure what to do.

“Concrito Fetallis!” Harry’s hands were pulled apart and chained to the bedposts against the back wall of the cell.

“I gave you an order, slave!” Avery growled, his face filled with rage. He pointed his wand at Harry. “Volespiro!”

Harry could no longer breathe. He tried gasping for breath, but his lungs refused to move.

Avery stepped through the bars. “I can think of plenty of ways to torture you while the Dark Lord is away.”

Just when Harry’s lungs began to burn, Avery released him and he gasped for breath.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?” Avery demanded.

Ah, so Voldemort had chewed out the Death Eater. Harry kept the grin off his face. “You were there, I thought you knew.”

Avery cut off Harry’s breath again, holding it for longer this time.

As Harry panted when his breath was returned, Avery released the bonds. “Get in the cupboard. Crawl!”

Harry thought of telling him to fuck off, but he was afraid that whatever Snape had done wouldn’t remain stable if he antagonised the Death Eater too much, so he climbed down off the bed and got on his hands and knees. He crawled out through the bars and to the cupboard. Avery kicked him in and slammed the door shut.

Harry curled up in the dark and tried to ignore his growling stomach. He could get through this. Snape and Mcnair had both locked him in the cupboard for days at a time.

He forced himself to try to fall asleep but couldn’t remain there for long. When Harry realised that, even in the complete darkness, he wasn’t going to be able to sleep, he practised jumping to his feet quickly. It was difficult to do in the small cell and it made him unbearably hungry, so he stopped before long.

After what seemed like forever, Avery opened the flap at the bottom and pushed in a bowl of cold soup. Harry drank it quickly and curled up on the floor. The good thing about being starved was that he didn’t have to use the toilet. He had no bucket, and he hated the idea of what he’d have to do if he needed to go while locked in the cupboard.

His thoughts turned back to Snape. He needed to come up with ways to get Snape restored as his guard besides just hurting himself. He couldn’t very well make it look like Avery was hurting him if he was to be locked in a cupboard the entire time. Furthermore, whatever Snape had done to Avery appeared to be working, but Harry did not trust it to last long. He wanted to be well away from Avery by the time the Death Eater recovered his true self.

Harry thought of the wonderful meals Snape fixed him, the training they did together, the books Snape gave him, and the conversations they had together. He would welcome Snape’s lectures as long as he had someone to talk to. Hell, Snape could make fun of him all day as long as he trained him and talked to him. Harry had no idea how he had managed to stand the beginning of his imprisonment when Snape had been a sadistic bastard instead of a partial ally. He wouldn’t have been able to hold himself together if Snape had remained evil.

He felt guilty once he realised he had immediately focused on Snape and how much he missed him, instead of thinking of Ron and Hermione or Ginny. Of course, if given the chance, he’d pick Ron and Hermione over Snape in a second, and the intensity of his positive feelings towards his best friends was considerably greater than his positive feelings for Snape.

But…Ron and Hermione weren’t likely to come and save him from Avery. He figured that they were busy focusing on the Horcruxes now. Snape had the ability and would probably come back to protect him. And because of that, Harry decided to focus on Snape and plan ways to have the Potions master returned to him.

Harry was still planning when Avery returned and pushed more soup through the flap.

“Please! I need to use the toilet!” Harry quickly requested. Avery opened the door, sneering at him with contempt.

“Crawl,” he snarled.

Harry crawled into the bathroom obediently. He wanted nothing more than to beat Avery into a pulp again, but that wouldn’t bring Snape back. Harry needed Avery to hurt him but not too much. He remembered how Snape had warned him that if he pushed a Death Eater too far, he could be accidentally killed by one. He also didn’t want Avery to rape him and he was afraid that if he made Avery too angry, the Death Eater might remember his former self and attack Harry.

After Harry had used the toilet, he washed his hands and began to walk back to his cell.

“On your knees!” Avery growled.

Harry bent down. “Are you doing this so that you seem taller?” Avery was only a few inches taller than Harry and, as a short man himself, Harry knew how sensitive many smaller guys were about their height.

Avery kicked him in the ribs. Harry held himself firm and leaned into the kick so that it would hurt as much as possible.

“That’ll be the last time I let you out!” He grabbed Harry by the arm and dragged him back to the cupboard. He picked up the bowl of soup and dumped it over Harry’s head before slamming the door shut.

The soup had been chicken with rice and Harry ate the bits of it he could find and licked as much broth off his skin as he could reach. He hoped that the pains from his hungry stomach were bothering Voldemort. He curled up and attempted to rest.

~

Soup was offered again many hours later. Harry drank it quickly, grimacing as it seemed to only intensify his hunger. Even at their worst, the Dursleys were not nearly this bad. It worried Harry. How would he be able to train if his body was eating itself?

He felt miserable. Without the nest Snape had made for him, the floor of the cupboard was unbearably hard and Harry was stiff all over. The soup he hadn’t been able to lick off of himself made him all sticky, and when he touched his hair, he could tell it was stiff. When Avery opened the door of the cell after what seemed like forever, the bright lights hurt Harry’s eyes.

“Crawl back to your cage,” Avery ordered and fear stabbed through Harry. How long had it been since Snape had done whatever he did to Avery?

Harry crawled out. “I need to use the toilet.”

“On your bed.” Avery cut off Harry’s breath. “Or you won’t breathe.”

Harry let himself fall against the wall when his breath was cut off. He righted himself and hurried over to his bed, climbing on top of it just before his vision turned black. Avery released him and he gulped down air desperately.

“Concretio Ferratilis!” Avery chained him to the bed and then stepped into the cell. Harry moved as far away from Avery as he possibly could on the bed. He thought about how Snape had told him to play the submissive slave, but he didn’t think he could do it.

Avery walked over to the table and spelled food on the surface. He left in an angry sweep of his robes, unchaining Harry before he disappeared from sight.

“Bloody hell...” Harry breathed, falling back against the bed in relief. He had been so sure he was going to be raped. Snape must be a very powerful wizard to be able to compel a wizard to act against his nature for days at a time. It was a shame Snape wasn’t going to train him anymore once he defeated Voldemort. He had the feeling that if Snape continued to teach him, he could become quite powerful.

Once Harry had calmed down enough to eat his meal, he climbed out of bed and approached the table. He was given cold soup but also a block of cheese, two apples, and a packet of crackers. He ate everything but the apples, hiding them in the corner of his bed under bunched blankets. He ran through his morning routine, glad to be able to brush his teeth again. It was difficult to try to wash the dried soup out of his hair, but he did his best and once he felt clean again, he exercised until he was sweaty.

By the time he had finished his second bath, he felt okay again. There had been a huge weight in his chest ever since he had learned he had been given to Avery and while it wasn’t gone, it didn’t press on him as it had before. He ate one of his apples, flushing the stem and seeds down the toilet when he was finished.

He climbed on his bed and finished Cosmos. He had just returned it to the mattress when Avery stepped into the hallway and chained him to the bed. He cut off the young wizard’s breath and watched with glee as Harry struggled on the bed in his attempts to force his lungs to move again. He released the spell long enough for Harry to gasp for breath and then recast it as he stepped into the cell. Harry figured out what he was doing so that when Avery released the spell for a second time, he took as much air into his lungs as he could and moved to the head of the bed. Avery recast the spell after conjuring food on the table and held it there until he left the cell. Harry struggled, smacking his head against the wall as he did so. Avery immediately removed all the magic he had cast at once and Harry breathed deeply until he no longer felt dizzy and faint. He was disappointed that he hadn’t managed to hurt himself more this time. Next time he would get into a position where he could knock his head against the wall right from the start.

Once the Death Eater left, Harry approached the table eagerly. Obviously, Voldemort had yelled at Avery for this treatment of Harry. Harry never thought he’d be relying on Voldemort to protect him from a Death Eater, or, in the case of Snape, a Death Eater to protect him from Voldemort. The world seemed to have turned on its head.

Harry ate quickly. The meal, a repeat of the last, was enough to fill him. He exercised until he was tired and then took a bath. He had gotten quite adept at cleaning himself with a sink and a flannel and didn’t spill nearly as much water on the floor as he used to. Once he was dry, he returned to his bed and read the art book.

The nude bodies aroused him, and he was about to set it to the side to prevent himself from growing harder when he realised that he had never had a more perfect time to masturbate. Snape rarely gave him hours alone, and Harry hadn’t had a proper wank in forever. Harry lay down on the bed with his head towards the door so he’d hear Avery’s approach. The Death Eater was far noisier than Snape and could usually be heard even on the stairs.

Harry had always gone straight for the prize in his masturbation sessions but he decided to take his time and enjoy himself. Snape had shown him that it felt good to play with other parts of his body besides his dick.

He closed his eyes and stroked his nipples with his fingers. It felt good, but not nearly as wonderful as when Snape did it, even when he replicated the motions Snape used. He imagined Snape between his legs, sucking him off, as he continued to play with the small nubs. The mental image made him very hard and he reached down with one hand to grip his cock, pretending that his fingers were Snape’s mouth. Snape would just take the tip in at first, only moving the foreskin as he bobbed his head.

Fuck, it felt so hot as if Snape were really there, sucking on his cock. Snape would touch that spot between Harry’s balls. Harry spread his legs and moved his other hand down to rub himself as Snape had done. His cock was dripping with precum and everything he was doing was driving him wild, but he’d be desperate with need if Snape had been doing those things to him. He moved the fingers that were rubbing behind his nuts down to stroke his puckered entrance. It felt amazing whenever Snape pressed against that spot inside. Snape had said that only men had that spot, so it wouldn’t make him a woman if he masturbated while fingering himself. Harry moved his fingers to his mouth and sucked on the digits to get them wet as he slowed the hand on his prick.

Once his fingers were wet, he returned them to his bum and pushed his middle finger through the tight ring of muscle. He felt his body clench around the digit. It felt strange; he was so incredibly tight around his finger he wondered how he ever had managed to fit Snape’s cock inside him. He tried pushing the finger up further but it didn’t seem to want to go until he pushed back against it from inside. It moved more easily and once he had it all the way inside him, he squeezed his muscles around it.

He pulled his finger out and pushed it back in again, feeling his anus cling to the digit. He added a second finger and tried to find his prostate. He wasn’t sure what he was even looking for and pressed randomly over his walls. He couldn’t get it to work right. Pressing in and up towards his stomach a certain way gave him a jolt but it was nothing like what Snape managed to do. Did Snape’s long fingers help or was the older wizard just more experienced even though he claimed to be straight?

Harry fucked himself with his fingers as he curled his other hand around his prick and imagined that Snape was blowing him. Snape would suck so hard, his tongue working on the tip of Harry’s penis as he bobbed his head up and down the shaft.

“Fuck!” His balls were tight between his legs and he was going to blow soon. He removed his fingers from his arse so he could fuck his right hand with full force. He jerked himself faster, biting back a cry as he spurted, covering the palm of his left hand with his semen.

He rested until he caught his breath and then cupped his seed to his stomach as he made his way to the toilet. He cleaned himself off and returned to his bed.

It wasn’t nearly as good as sex. His orgasms during sex seemed to drain his entire body of fluids and sometimes he came so hard that he couldn’t move afterwards. If gay sex made him orgasm like that and he wasn’t gay then straight sex must be mind blowingly fantastic.

If he was able to be with Ginny before the final battle he would have to have sex with her. Sex orgasms led to a feeling of intense calm and satisfaction and would clean his mind and ease his nerves before he went to face Voldemort. Even his masturbation left him feeling better than he had since Snape left.

Harry curled up in a ball and fell asleep easily.

~

He woke feeling fairly refreshed considering his situation. He picked up Cosmos and reread his favourite parts. He was looking at pictures of Nebulas when he heard Avery walk down the stairs. Harry hid the book and moved off the bed to stand at the sink and brush his teeth.

“Get on the bed,” Avery ordered.

Harry continued brushing his teeth.

“Volespiro!” Avery hit him with the suffocating spell and Harry spit out the toothpaste as he clutched the edge of the sink.

Avery finally released the spell, and Harry allowed himself to fall to the floor, knocking his head against the sink.

“Are you stupid?!” Avery shouted as he stormed into the cell.

“I’m not doing it on purpose!” Harry lied.

Avery grabbed Harry by the upper arm and dragged him to the bed. He threw Harry down on it and grabbed the young wizard’s hands, forcing them up above his head. He cast the chaining spell but kept his hands on Harry’s arms, pinning them in place.

Oh no, was the Death Eater starting to return to his normal self? Harry went still, remembering how Avery had told him that he was turned on by Harry’s struggling. He sneaked a glance up at Avery and didn’t like the glint he thought he saw in Avery’s eye. Snape’s spell was finally wearing off.

Luckily, Avery shook himself and stepped away from Harry to spell food on the table. Harry was very grateful Snape was such a powerful wizard. How many days had it been since Snape had left him? Harry guessed four had passed and yet Avery was still being affected by whatever Snape had done. If Snape wanted to be the next Dark Lord, he had the raw talent. Still, Avery was beginning to recover himself. If Snape didn’t return soon, Harry was going to get raped.

After Avery had freed him and left, Harry rubbed the sore spot on his head where he had hit himself. He didn’t know what to do. He needed to push the Death Eater to get Snape returned but he was afraid that doing so would make Avery rape him. Voldemort had said that Snape’s punishment would last a week. Harry had at least three more days to go. He wasn’t sure he could last another. If Avery was starting to recover himself he’d be completely restored in a few more days. Harry swallowed hard. Snape had better being doing everything he could to return to him.

Harry ate his meagre breakfast without paying attention to what he was putting in his mouth. He would try his best to get hurt every time Avery approached him from now on. He would just make sure that Avery tortured him from a distance. His mind made up, Harry began to run through his exercises to try to take his mind of the danger facing him.

When Avery didn’t return to the cell for many hours, Harry grew nervous. Finally, Avery arrived to bring him lunch. Harry let himself fall out of bed when Avery took away his breath. He slammed his nose into the floor but then pretended that he hadn’t been harmed at all. Avery left and Harry discreetly wiped away the blood.

Harry was still eating lunch when Avery stormed back in. “Put your wrists together,” he snarled.

Harry hesitantly did.

Avery spelled the chain. “Come, follow me,” he ordered and opened the bars.

Harry did so slowly. Avery grabbed him by the chain and yanked him forward. Harry tried to knock himself against the bars but Avery held him firmly.

“Move, you worthless piece of shite!” He grabbed Harry by the hair and dragged him towards the library. Harry stumbled after him. Had Voldemort arrived? Harry didn’t dare hope so he held down his feelings but quickly stepped into pace beside Avery.

Avery pulled Harry into the throne room and threw him on the floor. Harry glanced up to see Voldemort was standing in the centre of the dais with hateful look twisting his features. On his right, Snape stood, his face turned towards Harry, without any expression at all.


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