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Punishment	By : Holly Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 91201 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 23
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Fenir was pacing. They had been stuck in the ministry offices for over an hour and seemed to be no closer to getting their audience. So they were stuck, pacing. Maya had sat down and curled up to sleep a little while ago, whilst French had removed a small unfinished pipe from his pack and was slowly whittling it down, occasionally blowing on it to test the sweet sound for pitch. Fenir wished he had had such foresight before he had left the pack, not that he thought anything would keep his mind occupied right now, but at least he would have something to crush in his hand, rather than punching the infuriating door where the small ministry flunky had disappeared some while ago. He was at the end of his patience, moving back along the hallway. He touched the far wall with the palm of his hand, resting his forehead against it. French let out another sweet note, covering a small hole he had made to alter the note. Fenir closed his eyes, feeling the rage build in his stomach. He had been acknowledged as the king of the wolves, fought tooth and nail for the Dark Lord, and now he was stuck in this hellish monument to bureaucracy and wizards. Fenir slammed his fist against the wall before turning and running at the door. His mouth was open, an enraged snarl coming unbeckoned from his lips. Suddenly the door opened in front of him, causing Fenir to pull up short. A small gnomish man came through the door, glasses low on his long nose, looking down at a sheet of paper. He walked forwards without looking up.

"Ah, Alpha Greyback. Apologies for the delay as I am sure you can understand these things take some time. His Highness is, of course, a very busy man." The man stopped underneath Fenir's chin. "I have arranged a floo for you and your companions up to Hogwarts Castle. If you could just follow me." Maya was sitting up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes whilst French was staring at the small man who was currently ordering around the Alpha who was at least double his height. The small man turned around without looking up and moved back through the open door. "Come, come now, follow me." The three wolves picked up their things and followed.

"When will we meet with the Dark Lord?" Maya asked, French helping him with his bag. The small man waved his hand absently behind him without looking around.

"Oh, I'm sure you'll get to see him eventually. His highness is very busy, you understand." Maya placed his hand on Fenir's arm, trying to stop him flying off the handle.

"So we will be told when we get there?" the hand waved them again.

"Of course, of course. Follow me please." Fenir felt his top lip curl. Maya leant into the two dom's.

"Stop it, you two!" Fenir looked over to French, whose fist was opening and closing whilst his top lip was up, exposing his long canines in preparation of attack. Fenir felt a small swell of pride and comradely. "We will never get out of here if you lot kill the pompous little arse. Keep your eyes on the prey," Fenir shot him a small sadistic smile and licked his lips. "the information, not lunch." Fenir and French chuckled before Maya swatted the two of them round the head.

*****

"Harry! Harry!" he sat bolt upright, fear gripping him. A woman was holding onto his shoulders, shaking him. Melim, the woman was Melim. His fear began to recede. He wasn't there anymore, he had run. He remembered now. Once they were all asleep he had grabbed some clothes and run as fast as his mangled back would allow and now he was here, with the wolves. Suddenly a new fear gripped him, stealing the breath from him in panic. He swatted away the hands which held him before looking around for his children.

"Shh, Harry, there here." Melim pushed forward the basket. "They're right here, Harry. You were thrashing around. I was worried…" Harry stopped listening, taking Aurel out of the basket, waking him in the process, and checking him over. The baby was quite unhappy with being woken so suddenly and showed his displeasure by letting forth an almighty scream, shortly followed by his brother. Harry smiled as they sent their displeasure through the connection they shared. Nothing bad could've happened if they were this upset about being woken. Harry shushed and rock Aurel, tickling Nox's chin. Once Aurel had calmed slightly he swapped them over until they were both calmer and Nox was happily sucking on one of his toes. Harry snuggled Nox into him, enjoying the feeling of closeness to his child before drawing away quickly. Nox's face began to contort as if he was in pain, his eyes screwing up and his mouth opening. Harry watched the small baby, confused. He could feel no fear or pain from Nox, perhaps a little discomfort, and Aurel didn't seem upset. Suddenly he felt a heated wet spot on the arm holding the baby and a foul odour filled the hut. Melim started to laugh as she covered her nose.

"Looks like we need to clean him up!" She grabbed a fresh rag from the pile and wetted it slightly in the bucket as Harry grimaced and shucked off the soiled furs then joined in the laughter.

*****

The grand hallway at Hogwarts had always been impressive. The large fireplace, the mirrored ceiling, the imposing castle doors where for hundreds of years children had made their way into the most revered building in the entire Wizarding world to receive schooling in magic and in life. This was were they had educated the youth of their world, indoctrinating them into the thinking of the time be it anti muggle, evil Dark Arts or wizarding supremacy over the magically races. When the Dark Lord had taken power this had been the site of his greatest victory and now it was his home, the head quarters of his regime. True, the bureaucrats were all housed in the old ministry buildings but this was where the power was, both politically and magically. Only the most diehard traditionalists had opposed the school relocation as children no longer boarded and was now segregated by magical power rather than personality and family ties.

The grand hallway, though always impressive, was now a hub for travel in and out of the castle. There were lines of administrators desks in front of queues of humans, each with a wizard furiously scribbling down notes as they were yelled at by whoever had reached their desk. Various wizards and witches meandered through the melee, spying on conversations and complaints to make sure the chaos worked smoothly. One such witch, black hair and a tall hat, carrying a clip board approached them as the stepped through the floo.

"Alpha Greyback?" He nodded and she smiled in return. "We have been expecting you. I have a waiting room prepared for you just down the hallway." She gestured for them to follow he before turning and walking down a long corridor with doors on each side at regular intervals and no visible end.

"When are we to meet with the Dark Lord?" Maya asked. He was anxious, as much as he knew Harry needed time away from Fenir he was starting to worry about the pack.

"I am afraid I don't know. As I am sure you can understand access to his Highness is limited and unfortunately time had not yet been found in his schedule for an appointment. If you would like to tell me what the request is regarding I may be able to help?" Fenir humphed and Maya cut in before he could say anything to annoy the, so far, helpful woman.

"We are after information that only the Dark Lord can provide. We urgently need to speak with him so we can return to our pack."

"I will see what I can do." They suddenly turned a corner and they began down another long corridor before stopping suddenly in front of one of the identical doors. "If you could please wait in here. Can I get you any refreshments whilst you wait?" She pushed open the door to reveal a small sitting room with no windows. Fenir looked around the room and began to snarl. He turned to the girl.

"I will not wait any longer! Take us to the Dark Lord now!" her hat fell lop sided as he shouted.

"I am afraid…"

"You should be afraid of me!" Fenir reached out and grabbed at her throat only to find that she had disappeared.

"Really, Fenir, you should learn to keep your temper." a man's voice came out of nowhere, reverberating off the empty walls. The three wolves searched the hallway for whoever was there.

"Show yourself you flee bitten mongrel!" Fenir yelled, his voice echoing.

"You really should know who you talking to before you start calling people names." the voice was still amused but had taken on an ominous darkness which threatened more than words.

"I know exactly who you are, Oh Mighty One, now get out here before I do something I won't regret." Sadistic laughter filled the hallways before suddenly centring on the small room in front of them, except the room had gone. In its place stood a large library, with books and pictures lining every wall and at least three winding staircases heading up to a second floor which looked to be similarly filled. In the middle of the room were four large lounge chair and a coffee table and in the largest chair, his feet swung over one arm, lounged the Dark Lord, himself.

"Ah, Fenir. It has been a while hasn't it? And to what do I owe this honour?" the two stunned wolves behind him got over their shock and saluted with a brief fist tap to their shoulders. Fenir ignored the gestured, his anger now having a direction.

"Don't give me that bollocks. Why the fuck have we been waiting in that human shit pile?! What now you don't need us to fight your war for you you think you can just ignore us?!" The Dark Lord's face went very serious.

"Oh no, Fenir. I can assure you I would never just ignore you. You are far to useful and far to dangerous to ignore. Which is why I like you. Far better than the pathetic quill-pushing idiots which seem to surround me nowadays. Do you miss the old days, Fenir? The battles, the revels, dropping idiotic muggle lovers with your bare teeth? Did you know it had been months since I have had to lift my wand for more than a cup of tea? How utterly depressing." Fenir growled under his breath dangerously.

"Look you pompous arse, I'm not here to…" Lord Voldemort interupted.

"Oh yes, right down to business, that is what I like, no fannying about. Why are you here, Fenir? If I remember correctly you were never one for meetings."

"Tell me what happened to Harry Potter." The Dark Lord swung his legs off the arm of the chair and sat forward.

"Ah, now you see that is a very loaded question and I am afraid can only be answered by one of my own. When?"

"What the fuck…!" Maya cut in as he saw the Alpha's fist begin to rise.

"What my Alpha means to say is what do you mean?" Voldemort inclined his head to the healer, whether a mark of respect or a thanks for now allowing Fenir to attack he couldn't tell.

"Well, a lot has happened over the course of the boy's life and, I confess, know most of it. Would you like to know about his muggle Aunt and Uncle? They were interesting folks, didn't really see eye to eye with their nephew, screamed a lot when I killed them. Or perhaps you would like to hear all about his time here?" Voldemort held out his arms to the castle. "Or maybe we should discuss after my triumph, when he became a guerrilla 'general'…" Maya interrupted again.

"We just need to know about his time here, My Lord, how you captured him, what you… you did to him?" Voldemort leaned back against his chair.

"Ah, but that is the most boring part of our Harry's story. He was found half dead in a swamp, bought here, I… removed something of mine that he had, cleaned him up and sent him on his way. Rather dull I'm afraid." Voldemort began looking at his long nails, picking someone out from under them.

"That's it! No torture, no anything?! What did you do to him, you scum!?" French was holding Fenir back now as he spat his fury at the nonchalant Lord. He started laughing.

"There was no need, my dear Fenir, he was already broken beyond repair when I got hold of him. I even felt a bit of pity for him, actually, hence the screaming relatives. It is always nice when you can kill two birds with one stone, isn't it? I get entertainment torturing ignorant Muggles whilst at the same time avenging a wizarding child. That was a good day, they are so few nowadays." Fenir calmed slightly in confusion but it was Maya who asked the question they were all thinking.

"So what happened to him before he got here?" Voldemort chuckled again.

"And why, my dear, would you think I know anything about that?"

"Because, My Lord, you have just said you know most of his life." Maya knew he was playing with fire. The Dark Lord seemed madder than the last time he had seen him but he also seemed to want to talk, in his rather warped way.

"So I did." he thought for a moment. "Let me rephrase, what makes you think I would tell you what I know? I already answered the question you came here with. I am afraid the rest will cost you."

"What?" Fenir asked, his voice clipped but less angry. They were at last getting somewhere.

"Please, sit, sit. Negotiations should never be done from a doorway. Tea?" they walked forwards into the sitting room whilst The Dark Lord poured a teapot into four cups, neither of which had been on the small table a moment earlier. "Much better, don't you think?" Fenir leaned forwards, uncomfortable on the human chair.

"What do you want?"

"During Harry's… residence here I watched some of his memories. They were mostly useless to me, except for now they seem very useful as wonderful leverage. There were, however, some very interesting tidbits regarding the 'revolution' and their various hiding places. Unfortunately they seem to have a tendency to move around a lot and poor Harry's information was a bit out of date so I have had some trouble locating them. They have also gone rather quiet since Harry absconded so tracking them has proved… difficult." Voldemort took a sip from his tea cup. "It does seem, however, that their little squirrel holes are very close to, or inside wolf forests, believing, I think, that my subjects would not want to enter them." Fenir began smiling.

"You want us to help track them?"

"Just information, you understand, I wouldn't want you lot thinking you could hog all the fun, I get so little of it lately." Voldemort took another sip of his tea, looking slightly more down in the mouth.

"We agree. Now tell us what happened to Harry." Maya looked over at the Alpha. He had just agreed something for the entire wolf nation without a second thought.

"Alpha…" He looked over to the healer, anger in his eyes.

"What?!"

"Shouldn't this be discussed with the other packs, I mean…" French cut in, a smile on his face.

"No need, this is a service we would all do for free."

"Ha!" Voldemort fell forward, slapping his knee. "Very good! Very good! I am glad I am not the only one who grows tired of all this interminable peace." Maya was shocked but glad they wouldn't have to return home empty handed.

"You mean you will tell us?" The Dark Lord threw his arms into the air flamboyantly.

"Of course, my dear! With the help of the wolf nation it will not be long before I have the idiot rebels in my grasp. I do hope the put up a good fight." Voldemort took another sip of his tea and settled back on to his chair silently, his cup resting on his lap. The three wolves leaned forwards to hear the information they had journeyed for. Several moments passed and the Dark Lord didn't move or speak.

"Well?!" Fenir shouted. He was quickly coming to terms with the fact that The Dark Lord seemed to be slightly unhinged, not his normal bloodlust madness, which was a blessing, just slightly off. The Dark Lord seemed to suddenly start awake.

"Oh sorry about that, I was some where else. Yes, young Potter. As I said before what do you want to know. I could tell you, for instance, how his Aunt and Uncle locked him up in a cupboard without food for most of his life before Hogwarts, would possibly explain why he is so small." He leant into French and lowered his voice. "He really should be taller at his age, should he?" He leant back again and continued. "Or I could tell you about his friends at school, how they would turn against him and scorn him at the drop of a hat, or about his absent godfather who was manipulated into suicide, there really are so many things that really didn't go well for that boy. Not that I mind though, you know, he was my mortal enemy for quite some time." Maya looked shocked at the list of abuses being rattled off. The way Lord Voldemort spoke of them was like he was just picking some of the many horrors in the small boy's life. "Of course, I think the thing that finally snapped him was your friend Lupin's death. That was all that was in his mind for quite some time and the guilt, of course. Trying to get him to think about anything else was rather difficult, especially when his body was so weak." Fenir put his head in his hands, at least his mate felt the guilt of his actions but he still didn't understand how such a sweet sub could do something so horrible. Maybe everything the Dark Lord had spoken about had made the poor boy snap, torture could do that. "Maybe you would like to see it?"

"What do you mean?" Maya asked, not really knowing much about magic.

"Well I kept all of memories in here when I looked in on them." he patted a large marble basin which had just appeared next to his chair.

"You stole them from him?" Maya asked.

"Oh no, no, dear child. Just a copy, I assure you." He waved his wand and the basin floated up and moved itself to the table. He scooted himself to the edge of his large seat and peered into the basin. The wolves joined him. The bowl was filled with a shimmery thick water with different coloured worms swimming around. Some were pale blue, others pink or dark red. Occasionally they would hit the surface before darting back down into the liquid. "Ah here we are!" The Dark Lord inserted his wand in to the liquid and the worms darted away, all except one which swam round in circles around the wand. The worm was dark purple in colour, almost black. "We could just look in but this makes it easier to pick the memory you want to see when it is this full." he placed his hand flat on top of the wand. "Well come on then, can't wait all day." The three wolves placed their hands on top of his apprehensively.

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They were in a forest, somewhere north from the smell of it. It was strange sensation, like looking at a picture you are inside of. The three wolves stood alone in a clearing, The Dark Lord nowhere to be seen. Suddenly the picture moved, filling with people. Lupin was on his knees, faceless people surrounding him, a pool of blood beneath the gaping wound in his neck. Then it moved again. Harry was now standing beside the dead body, tears streaming from his eyes. Voices surrounded them, hissing inhuman voices.

"Murderer."

"You did this."

"Sick whore."

They surrounded them until the words became nothing more than a dull hiss. The picture moved again. They were in a tent now. Harry was naked on the floor covered in blood. A red haired man was whipping him. Fenir lunged at the man only to fall straight through him. The man continued to swipe his switch against the bloody back beneath him. The surroundings had gone eerily silent, not even the swish and slap the the cane, just silence.

"scars" Maya murmured as he watched, transfixed by horrific scene in front of them. The scene changed again. Harry was on his knees whilst the red head pounded into him, crushing his face into the floor with each thrust. Fenir roared and ran forwards again only to stumble forwards and fall to the floor. He pounded the ground with his fist, screwing his eyes up to keep the frustrated tears from his face. French wrapped his arms around Maya, as he turned away, no longer able to take the hell they we're being shown.

Then they were back outside again. Harry was dressed now, if you could call rags which hung from his thin body clothing. He was standing straight, looking down. Remus was on his knees in front of him, looking up at him. Suddenly blood spurted from his sliced neck, covering Harry and the forest in scarlet. Remus didn't fall to the floor, nor did Harry move. The blood continued to gush until Harry was completely covered.

"Shit…" French exclaimed under his breath, whilst Fenir stood dumbstruck.

"There's no wand" Maya said, his voice raw with emotion. He had never met this wolf, only knew him as an enemy, but to see anyone die such a death was terrible. Fenir turned to the healer.

"What do you mean?" the scene in front of them began to fade, slowly replaced by the library where they had started.

"Harry…" Maya gulped down his emotions. "Harry didn't have his wand. He was just standing there."

"So did you find out what you wanted?" Voldemort once again had swung his legs over the arm of his chair and was now playing with his wand, throwing it into the air and catching it. The wolves took in their surroundings, they were stood around the basin like they had never moved. Fenir lowered his head to think. He honestly couldn't answer the question. What they had seen was horrific but did it show them anything?

"Where did his scars go?" Maya asked, his voice quivering slightly.

"Ah yes, that. Well I didn't want you to think I had given you damaged goods now did I? Couldn't have you think I had done that and then just passed him off."

"So you got rid of them? Just like that? What about the words? Where they the rebels as well?"

"Ohh, I like you. That is what I like about wolf-kind, so feisty. Yes, my dear, I got rid of them. They were not caused by magic so they were simple enough to get rid of. As far as the words go," the Dark Lord's mouth moved into a sadistic smile and his voice lowered dangerously "well I did say his family had to be punished, didn't I?" Maya's hand flew to his mouth in horror.

"His own family?" Maya finally broke down, his knees buckling and falling to the floor. French knelt down the comfort the sub as he sobbed. Fenir watched the pair on the floor his mind going in circles.

"Why did you give him to us?" it was the only question he could see through his own confusion. At the time he had thought nothing of it, another punishment for the leader of the resistance but the Dark Lord seemed to have gone out of his way to help the boy. He had gotten rid of his scars, avenged him, all this for a boy he declared as his nemesis. The Dark Lord was mad, true, but not normally merciful.

"Seemed like the thing to do at the time. I had thought to keep him here, you know a sort of pet? Sitting at my knee, waiting for treats, that kind of thing, I even tried him out but unfortunately he looked so pitiful I couldn't bring myself to keep him there, I mean who wants a quivering pet?" Voldemort chuckled slightly under his breath. "Well, anyway, that day I had an audience with a rather young wolf who had had the rather bad luck to run into a muggle on the full moon. Do not concern yourself, Fenir, the muggle had been in the pack's forest, but you know, have to keep up appearances. Anyway, so this young wolf goes quite loopy for my new pet and I realised that he might be interesting to wolf-kind. Add that to his murder of one of yours where else could I send him. So patched him up and sent him on his way. It's just not as fun torturing someone already broken, is it?" Fenir was about to reply, a growl caught under his breath, when there was a loud pop from outside and the door opened. The dark haired girl stood outside.

"I'm sorry to interrupt you, Your Highness, but you have a meeting with the department of waste management in a moment." The Dark Lord's head lolled backwards and he made a tutting, huffing noise. He turned to the woman.

"Do I have to?"

"I am afraid so, My Lord, but if you promise not to kill them I will let you have a muggle to play with."

"Fine!" He swung his legs round and stood up with a huff. "Really you would think that waste management would know what to do with themselves! Idiots!" he walked towards the door. "You will see Fenir and his friends back to their forest, won't you Millie?"

"Of course, Your Highness. I will be along in a moment to check on you." The Dark Lord, Voldemort, swished out of the room, his robes flowing magnanimously behind him. Millie turned to the wolves. "Gentleman, if you could please follow me. The apparation point is in the main hall." She swirled out of the doorway and back into the corridor or endless doors, closely followed by the three wolves, Maya still sniffing and being held by French. Fenir drew level with Millie.

"Is Voldemort always so…" Millie gave him a small smile at his lack of word.

"His Highness' great work is almost finished and with that comes a lot of spare time and tedious micromanagement. I shall have to find him a hobby sooner of later, we are quite running out of Muggles." Fenir raised an eyebrow which Millie ignored, instead opening one of the many doors along the corridor and ushered them through into a large hall which was full of people. The noise was deafening compared the silence of the corridor, with wizards and witches shouting to be heard over all the others. The crowd parted quickly as Millie walked through, opening the way to a bare corner. She nodded politely to the people who moved aside as Fenir, French and Maya followed behind her, the passage through closing behind them. They eventually made it to the apparation point where a large man was waiting for them.

"Well, it has been lovely meeting you all, please do come back soon. His Highness, enjoys your company very much." She clasped her hands together and gave them all a sweet smile as the large man clasped Fenir and French's shoulders and apparated away.

A/N well there we have it. Believe me there will be some backlash after this. Next chapter back to the pack and back to Harry. Also I am sure you will have all noticed that I have started to post an alternate version of this story currently called 'Absolution'. This will be a hell of a lot lighter than this one but you will notice tie ins between the two stories. It is not essential to read both as they will run completely separately but obviously I would love it if you did.

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