Chapter 7

                                        

                                              
Chapter 7
One day, it happened. Fenrir slipped up and brought in chains to secure Harry's arms in place while he pounded him. However, he didn't secure his legs or put Cushioning Charms on the chains. When Fenrir left, Harry didn't let the opportunity pass. He smashed his head into the chains over and over. There was blood everywhere, and Harry had to fight to remain conscious enough to do it.
He was nearly out when the wards cracked. He felt Voldemort's presence before he passed out. When Harry woke up, his head was healed, and he was chained upright against the wall. His wrists were killing him from hanging limply there. His head was still aching, but he could tell that there was no lasting damage. He realized that he wasn't alone and there was someone sitting on the floor in his cell. He didn't have his glasses on, but he knew it was Draco.
"I dare not stay long, Potter. The Dark Lord is here." Draco sounded pissed.
Harry struggled to meet his eyes. "Draco? I'm sorry."
"Sorry? Sorry that you nearly left me here alone? Sorry that he tortured us for hours, all because you almost died?" Draco snarled.
He winced and was worried that Draco was going to take it out on him. "I had to try."
"No, you didn't!" he hissed.
"Destiny...."
"Fuck destiny. I hope you're ready and not too brain damaged. He'll summon you eventually to play with. Can you handle it?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"You could sell me out... if you want. That's always been an option."
Harry grimaced. Draco was his only... what? Protector didn't fit. His ally... his only comfort in life. He didn't want to lose him, nor allow him to be hurt because of him.
"Please... just play along alright? And stop trying to get both you and me killed."
Harry didn't have time to respond before Draco disappeared up the stairs. He didn't come back down, again. He heard screaming above him. It didn't sound like Draco, but he couldn't be sure. He had no way of telling time, but then Bellatrix and Yaxley came down to take their frustration out on him. Neither was too rough, only a few torture curses, and Yaxley just let him suck him off. Bellatrix layered the whole cell in Cushioning Charms, again, and thankfully vanished the chains.
"Don't try that again, slave!" she shrieked and tortured him a few more times. They force-fed him some nutrient potions and went back upstairs, and Harry passed out from exhaustion and pain.
***
"Draco... Fenrir tells me that you've been pampering our guest," Voldemort hissed, from his throne.
Draco stepped forward from the assembly and knelt. "Pampering is not the word I'd use, my lord."
"What word would you use?" Voldemort asked.
"Training. I'm training him, my lord."
"He heals him... feeds him... I bet he comforts him too! He's a traitor!" Fenrir growled.
Voldemort's red eyes glared dangerously. This was the moment. It was do or die. Draco nodded. "I don't deny it, my lord."
"See! Traitor!"
Draco glared at Fenrir. "I have my reasons, my lord."
"Reasons! Phh!" Fenrir growled, and Bellatrix, his father and the others laughed. 
"Potter's only good for torturing and fucking!" his aunt shrieked.
"I disagree," Draco said, still kneeling. He didn't meet the Dark Lord's eyes or look toward the others.