Chapter 6

                                        

                                              

Chapter 6
Harry was getting stronger mentally day by day, but that didn't mean the physical abuse wasn't taking a toll on him. Fenrir had him pinned to the wall as he thrusted up, pounding him mercilessly. Harry cried out in pain and let his wall bleed through to show his mental distress. 
"Like that, don't ya, bitch?" the wolf growled but paused as both of them heard Draco's soft steps down the stairs. "Coming to watch, mouse?"
Fenrir continued to thrust into him for another minute before he finally came unloading into Harry. His nails dug in painfully through the skin of Harry's shoulder as Harry struggled to remain standing. Fenrir pulled out and Harry nearly sank to the floor, but the wolf held him painfully by the arm.
"You don't think I know what he's been doing... bitch?" he said, looking at Harry. "You're always clean and healed when I come back. Ain't that right, Draco? You a mudblood-lover?"
"You're one to talk, mutt," Draco hissed.
Fenrir's head ripped around and he growled, "What'd you say, pipsqueak?"
"You heard me. Of course, I clean him. I certainly wouldn't want any of your filth on me, dog!"
Fenrir growled, "You dare?"
"I do. What are you going to do? This is my house. I have a wand and I'm marked. Are you?"
Fenrir snarled and broke Harry's arm. Harry whimpered, but Draco didn't move. Fenrir held him against the wall. "Cocksucker! I'll rip his arm off."
"Go head. Explain that to our master."
Fenrir paled. "Fine. Doesn't explain why you're healing him!"
"Yes, it does, dog. We are to torture him... not maim or kill him. What would happen if he died after one of your... sessions? The Dark Lord would kill us all."
"You heal his... everything. I'm not stupid!"
"Of course... like a fresh virgin hole, right? Maybe mutts like you enjoy crusted bloodied holes, but I don't. I thought you'd enjoy his anguish more."
Fenrir tilted his head. "Really? I don't believe you."
"You wouldn't. You're a simple dog."
"Bastard!" Fenrir lunged at Draco.
"Crucio!" Draco hissed, and Fenrir dropped to the cell floor as Harry slid down the wall.
The dog screamed and screamed as Draco held it on for a long time to get his point across.
"Don't try me, again, mutt. I'm breaking Potter in my own way. A brute like you would never understand. All you know is brutality. I know how to break their spirits, their souls. And I'm actually a pureblood... not a bastard. See that you remember it."
"Fuck you!"
"Crucio!" he shouted, again and again. "You understanding me, yet?"
"I...."
"Crucio!" he growled and Fenrir screamed again.
"Stop!"
"Who's in charge here, dog?"
"You...."
"That's right. Now, crawl away from me. Disrespect me again, and you'll lose the rest of your balls, as well."
Fenrir crawled out and scrambled up the stairs. Draco checked and locked the doors. He let out a breath of air before rushing to heal Harry's arm and other injuries.
"It's okay... I'm fine," Harry murmured, as Draco conjured his red bed and blanket.
"No, you aren't. Sorry, he stayed later. Hopefully, I scared him off a bit."
Harry looked at him as he covered up. "You Crucioed him."
"Yeah?"
"Well, you don't seem like you like that, usually."
"I've seen exactly what he does to you in your memories. I was refraining from killing him," Draco growled.
Harry raised his eyebrows. "You did it for me?"
"He's the worst, right?"
Harry nodded. 
"Please don't believe my words... what I had to say. I had to fake it."
"I know... it's okay."
"No... but there's no other way. I'll have to be more careful from now on." 
"Please, make sure that you are safe. But... it... worked. Letting the bad things leak through."
"Good. Time to test your response to a direct probe. Unleash it all," Draco said, and Harry did just that, dropping the wall. Enough that Draco had to break the connection early and regain his composure. 
"You okay?"
"Yeah... that was good. Let's get some more of those errant thoughts behind the wall, too."
Draco watched more of Harry's memories until he stumbled across one with Dumbledore and Severus.
"So the boy... the boy must die?" Snape asked.
"And Voldemort himself must be the one to do it. That is essential," Dumbledore insisted.
Draco broke the connection without doing anything. He stared at Harry for an answer. 
"It was Dumbledore telling Snape that I'm a Horcrux. I told you this."
Draco hadn't truly believed him. "You destroyed all the others?"
"Yes... I'm the last one."
"Huh...."
"I told you. I have to die or Vol-he will possess me if his body dies."
"Why'd Dumbledore phrase it like that? That the Dark Lord had to do it?" Draco asked.
Harry looked at him and shrugged. "I don't know."
Draco pondered it for a bit and then went digging into organizing Harry's memories. He was convinced that there was something to it, but he didn't know what.