I do not own Harry Potter

This is it, hope you enjoy it. WARNING, there is a rape scene in here but it is not graphic. For those that don't know, this was a prequel to my Fic, Shattered Souls. It picks up where this leaves off. Shattered Souls was one of my first fics and in desperate need of a rewrite...maybe if I ever get the time.

I plan on writing an alternate version of this...if I ever get around to knocking off a few of my other fics. I would like to write it where Fen and Bellatrix break out with Harry before he is rescued. I think that could be very interesting.

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Harry couldn't move, couldn't blink, he could barely even breath. What the hell happened? Everything had moved so fast that it left his head spinning. One minute he was grabbing the cup with Cedric, and the next he was fighting Voldemort for his life. Everything became a blur, spells, wands, lights, curses, pain, ghosts, Dumbledore, the Minister, Aurors, a trial, hate...so much hate, his friends lying, his father-in-law begging for him to receive the kiss, Sirius breaking the bond they shared as godfather and godson...more pain...so much pain from the severing of the bond, Azkaban...CEDRIC GONE! CEDRIC GONE!

Moving his head, just a little because it was throbbing horribly from where the guard had literally thrown him into his cell and headfirst into the stone wall, Harry cracked his eyes open and took his first look around.

"Ain't pretty, is it, pup?" A deep, gruff voice chuckled. "Welcome to hell!"

Everything was dark, cold and damp. There wasn't even a window to the outside to look out of. Harry could just make out what looked like a thin, well used, filthy mattress shoved into the far corner of his cell. Scrunching his nose up, he stared horrified at a dirty black bucket in the other far corner of his cell.

"That's your shitter!" The same gruff voice snickered.

Harry finally turned his attention to where the voice was coming from. He really couldn't make out a face, but thick, hairy arms were draped through a barred window located about five feet high in one of his walls. The voice was obviously coming from the prisoner in the cell next to him.

"Is it true, dog?"

A mad cackling came from the cell across from him. Through the fairly large barred window in his door, Harry could just make out a woman with wild brown hair. Groaning weaky, he closed his eyes against the horrible pain in his head.

"How the hell am I supposed to know, you crazy bitch?" The gruff voice snarled. "The boy doesn't have a fucking name tag."

"Not that you could read it if he did." The mad woman sang. "Dogs can't read."

Harry wanted to beg them to shut up. Everything hurt and he was confused. Cedric! Where was Cedric? One minute he was standing protectively in front of him in the graveyard, and next there was a blinding light and he was gone. Cedric was gone.

"Is...is he crying?" The mad woman asked softly.

Nostril flaring, the gruff man took in a deep breath, scenting the boy's tears. "Tears won't help you in here, pup. Nothing will help you in here."

"Can you see the scar?" The mad woman asked excitedly. "Is it really itty-bitty-baby Potter?"

"That's what the guards said, you mad bitch," the man grunted.

Harry couldn't stop his sobbing. He was only semi conscious during his fucked up trial, but he remembered Mr. Diggory saying that Cedric was dead. He said the family tapestry listed him as dead. He couldn't...he couldn't be dead. Cedric was his everything...his world. He couldn't, nor did he want to, live without his soul mate.

"Poor baby Potter," the mad woman said when the boy's sobs got louder. She actually sounded like she felt bad.

The gruff man withdrew his arms and moved to the back of his cell. He tried to block out the boy's heart wrenching sobs, but with him being a werewolf with extra sensitive hearing, it was impossible. Sometimes he cursed his heightened senses. The boy wasn't crying because he was in Azkaban. No, those sobs were coming from his heart. Something bad had happened...the boy had lost someone precious.


"Do you think we care if you starve yourself to death?" the guard taunted, picking up yet another untouched tray of food. "This makes day four of not eating, boy. Not much longer now," he cackled. "We'll be feeding you rotten carcass to the sharks."

Harry just sat huddled in a ball against the cold wall not really caring what the guard was saying. He just wanted him to leave him alone so he could die in peace. It had been four days since he had been thrown in Azkaban, and he was praying that he wouldn't have to suffer another four. How long could the human body last without food?

"Enough with the dramatics, pup," The gruff voice snapped angrily. "It's one thing to starve yourself to death, but to starve that baby inside of you is just cruel. That's murder."

For the first time since he cried himself hoarse, Harry reacted to something someone said to him. Whimpering, he placed both his hands on his still flat belly. How could he have forgotten? How could he have forgotten that he was carrying Cedric's baby? He still had a piece of his soul mate alive, growing inside of him. Eyes fully focused, he stared wide eyed at the very large, muscular man in the cell next to him.

"Well that got your attention," the gruff man chuckled. "Did we forget that we were carrying pup? That child is innocent, it shouldn't have to suffer for your wrongs."

"I'm innocent!" Harry croaked out hoarsely, his throat and tongue sticking from lack of use and fluids.

"Aren't we all, baby Potter," the mad woman cackled.

"I am!" Harry defended weakly. "I didn't kill Cedric, I couldn't. Cedric and I were bonded soul mates...I couldn't have killed him even if I had wanted." Sniffling, he added softly, "I loved him."

"What a tragedy," the mad woman sang. "Poor, poor, baby Potter."

"Leave the pup alone, bitch," Fenrir growled sympathetically. He knew how badly it hurt to lose a mate. His wasn't a soul bonding like the boy's, but the loss and pain from losing his mate was still heavy in his heart over twenty five years later. It's what drove him mad and pushed him over the edge. His mate had been pregnant with their first child when a group of werewolf hating wizards found them and killed his pack...including his pregnant mate. That's why his wolf always bit children, he's was trying to replace the one they had lost.

Harry looked at the fresh tray the guard had just left. He wasn't sure what it was, it looked and smelled horrible, but the gruff man was right, his baby shouldn't have to suffer. How could he go four days without feeding his child? Wrinkling his nose up in disgust, he picked up the bowl of slop and brought it to his nose.

Sighing, the gruff man thrust his arm back between the bars and started waving it. "Here, pup, extra bread for the little one."

"I couldn't," Harry whispered, shaking his head no.

"Pup, I'm not fucking asking you if you want the bread. I'm telling you that you're going to take it and eat it. The little one needs the food, so get your skinny ass over here and take it."

Too week to stand, Harry shuffled over to the wall on his hands and knees that he shared with the gruff man. "Why are you being so nice," he asked, sitting up on his knees and taking the bread. Stomach growling, he dipped it in the slop and then stuffed it into his mouth, quickly swallowing before he could get a good taste. Sadly it tasted as bad as it smelled.

"I may be a bastard and deserve to be in here, but I can't sit back and watch as you and that baby die. Just the fact that you are pregnant proves that you are innocent. A wizard can only conceive with his soul mate."

Harry swallowed the food that had gotten lodged in his throat. Just thinking about Cedric was like a knife to the heart. How was he going to survive without him? How was he going to carry and birth a baby while in Azkaban? He couldn't tell the guards he was pregnant, they would either kill the baby while it was still inside of him, or worse, kill his child after it was born. What the hell was he going to do?

"Relax, pup." The gruff voice grumbled. "You have time, you're not even showing. I only know because I'm a werewolf and I can smell that you are with pup."

Harry hadn't realized that he had spoken his fears out loud. "Thank you for the food," he said hoarsely, giving the man a weak smile.

The gruff man narrowed his eyes at the boy. "Doesn't it bother you that you are eating food that a foul, disgusting werewolf gave you? It could be contaminated with my disease."

Rubbing his belly, not because he was full but because the rotten food was upsetting it, Harry shook his head at the gruff man. "That's not how it works. I can only become like you if you bite me on the full moon and, since you are on the other side of a brick wall, I don't think I have anything to fear."

"Awe, bitty Potter like dogs!"

"I really wish someone would slit that mad bitch's throat," the gruff man grumbled.

Closing his eyes, Harry rested back against the cold, damp wall. "What's your name?"

"My name has been known to give children like yourself nightmares."

"Nothing new there," Harry mumbled. "Been having nightmares all my life."

"Fenrir...Fenrir Greyback."

Harry's eyes snapped open. "You're the wolf that bit Remus."

"Lupin," Fenrir said wistfully. "Yes, he was one of the firsts I bit. He was a sickly child, I just wanted to save him and raise him as my own."

"Excuse me!" Harry cried, his voice straining badly.

"It may come as a shock to you, pup, but I'm not the child eating monster that the Ministry has led everyone to believe. They killed my mate and unborn child, since then my wolf has searched for a child to replace the one that was taken from us." Fenrir explained. "Lupin was sick and dying, he reeked of death when I came across him. I knew that my venom would destroy whatever disease was killing him, so I bit him. I planned on kidnapping him after I recovered from the full moon, but the Lupins had taken off before I got the chance. They ran because they were afraid that someone had seen me bite the child and that the Minister at the time would have him killed. It took me years to find him, and by that time he despised the wolf inside of him and I knew that he wouldn't want to have nothing to do with me."

Harry wrapped his arms protectively around his stomach. Fenrir's story was incredibly sad. It was sad because Fenrir lost his mate and child. It was sad because his wolf was so devastated over the loss that he tried to make a child of his own. It was sad because little Remus was dying of some disease. It was sad because, despite being a feared werewolf, Remus' family still loved him enough to run and hide with him, and it was sad because Fenrir spent years searching for Remus and still ended up losing him in the end.

"Don't pity me, pup. I'm still a ruthless and viscous bastard who willingly joined the Dark Lord. I may have only did it because he promised that he would give creatures equal rights and do away with werewolf hunting, but I still joined him and killed at his command without even having to think about it. I'm not a nice person."

"I once saw him rip a man's head clean off of his shoulders with just his bare hands," the mad woman giggled. "I admit, it had turned me on."

Harry felt stomach heave at hearing that. How could someone get turned on from watching something as gory as that?

"That, my pup, is the lovely, but off her fucking rocker, Bellatrix Lastrange." Fenrir introduced with a sneer.

Harry shivered, it felt like someone had dumped ice water down his back. That was another name he knew. Bellatrix was one of the Death Eaters that had tortured Neville's parents to insanity. Hopefully they don't find out that he had killed their master once and for all.

"I see you have heard of her," Fenrir chuckled darkly.

"I'm famous," Bellatrix gloated, clapping her hands childishly. "Famous! Famous! Famous!"

Sighing, Fenrir looked down at the poor boy who was too weak to even stand. It was almost time for the Dementors to make their rounds and he had never seen anyone react to them as violently as the pup did. He had been in here...hell, he didn't know how long he had been locked up, but never had he heard screams like the ones that came from Potter. It would take more than a miracle for him to survive long enough to see his pup born. The boy was fading fast.

"Pup, get some sleep," Fenrir barked. "You look like hell and you don't have much time."

Whimpering, Harry curled himself into a tight ball. Fenrir was right, he didn't have much time. The Dementors would be making their rounds soon and he was their favorite. How could Dumbledore and everyone else he loved just up and leave him here? How could they believe that he was dark? He was an empath, it was impossible for him to be dark. He wished now that he wouldn't have sworn Snape to secrecy. Maybe he could have made everyone see that they were making a big mistake?


"Up on your feet, boy!"

Groaning, Harry rolled over on his thin mattress and tried to focus his eyes. What was going on? Why was there a guard in his cell? The guards only came to bring food and he had already had his three meals for the day.

"You have a visitor, Potter," the guard sneered.

Harry forced his legs to cooperate and got to his feet. He had been in Azkaban for a week and this was his first time standing. His body started thrumming with excitement. Was this it? Was he finally getting out of here? Did they find Cedric and did he tell them the truth? He couldn't wait to see his mate, the past week had been pure hell without him. The vile food, cold, hard floor and Dementors he could handle, it was being away from Cedric that was killing him.

Harry gulped nervously when Cedric's father entered his cell. Even with his empathy toned down for some reason, he could still feel the hate and anger pouring off of the man. He had a really bad feeling that this visit wasn't about him getting to go home and see Cedric. Amos Diggory looked like he wanted to skin him alive.

"Filthy, murdering, little bastard," Amos spat, narrowing his eyes at the boy. "How are you enjoying your accommodations? Better than what you deserve for murdering my boy. You should have been kissed!"

Harry wanted to scream his innocence, but one look in the man's eyes and he could see that Mr. Diggory wouldn't listen to him. He was guilty in the man's eyes and he hated him for killing his son.

"Cedric was my boy!" Amos roared. "My beautiful, perfect, little boy and you killed him! You killed my boy!"

Harry slowly shook his head no, his eyes wide with fear. The man was literally vibrating with anger. He had never even seen Uncle Vernon this angry.

As quick as a striking snake, Amos backhanded the boy, chuckling when he went flying into the wall. "They may have denied me the satisfaction of seeing you kissed, but the Minister has granted me weekly visitations and has given me free rein to punish you however I see fit. I can't kill you unfortunately, but I can make you wish you were dead."

"Leave the pup alone," Fenrir growled, curling his top lip back to show off his pointy canine teeth.

"Shut it you," the guard snapped, pointing his wand at the werewolf. "This doesn't concern you."

Knowing there wasn't anything he could do to help, Fenrir kept his mouth shut. He didn't want to piss the men off anymore than what they were and then them take their anger out on the pup. He didn't like this though. The hairs on his arms were standing up, a sign that his wolf was warning him of danger. He may have only known the boy for a week, but the brat had wormed his way into his hardened heart.

Smirking, Amos approached the boy. "Take off your shirt," he said, his voice laced with venom and excitement.

Wiping the blood from his split lip, Harry reluctantly did as ordered. He didn't know what was going to happen, but he knew that Amos Diggory was a good man and that he was only hurting over the loss of his son. He didn't think that that man would truly hurt him.

"You are a tiny little thing for a fourteen year old," Amos said as he walked around the boy. "You must have surprised my boy, there's no way in hell you would have been able to beat him fairly. Cedric was a good boy, though, very trusting. He probably didn't even see it coming."

Gasping, Harry fell to his knees as pain lanced across his back. Biting his lips to keep from crying, he looked back to see Cedric's father standing behind him with a long leather whip in his trembling hand. As terrifying as the whip looked, it was Amos Diggory's eyes that truly freighted him. Closing his eyes, he focused all his magic on protecting the little life that was growing inside of him. His main concern was keeping Cedric's child safe.

Amos brought the whip down hard on the boy's back a second time, feeling a little disappointed that the little bastard didn't beg for him to stop. Hell, the little shit didn't make a sound at all. Growling, he brought the whip down hard five more times, feeling a bit rewarded when he saw that he had split the child's back open. When Potter still refused to make a sound, rage overtook him and he started to mercilessly whip the boy.

"Enough!" The guard barked, grabbing the whip before it could come in contact with the boy's back for the thirtieth time. "He's had enough. You're going to kill him."

Wiping sweat from his brow, Amos yanked the whip out of the guard's hand. "You have your orders to keep your mouth shut and to allow me to do whatever the hell I want to do. If you find you can't handle watching what I'm doing, then fuck the hell off."

Harry was on his stomach, his arms under him and wrapped protectively around his barely there baby bump. He was use to getting his back whipped, but Mr. Diggory was fitter and stronger than Uncle Vernon, the pain was beyond unbearable. It felt as if his back had been ripped to shreds.

"He's just a boy," the guard defended. "He cant even defend himself."

"Shut up or I'll have your job," Amos hissed. "My son was just a boy and he killed him!" With a strangled cry, he brought the whip down four more times then swept angrily out of the cell.

"You can't leave the pup like that," Fenrir yelled when the guard went to follow the man. He knew who Amos Diggory was, and he was shocked over his actions. The man had always been good, even fighting for the rights of werewolves. He didn't think he had it in him to be so brutal.

The guard stopped, but didn't look back. "I'm forbidden from interfering or helping." With that he slammed the cell door behind him.

"Bitty, Potter, are you alright?" Bellatrix asked softly after a few minutes of silence.

"Of course he's not alright," Fenrir snapped irritably. "His back is a bloody, shredded mess. Thirty four times, that's how many times the fucker whipped the pup." He couldn't believe what he had just witnessed. What the hell was wrong with the Wizarding World and the Ministry if they allowed prisoners, fourteen year old prisoners at that, to be tortured like that? Wasn't daily visits from the Dementors enough?

"I can't believe Amos did that," Bellatrix said, her face flush against the bars, her large eyes looking sadly at the boy. "He was a Hufflepuff."

"I can't believe the pup didn't make a sound," Fenrir grunted, his respect for the boy doubling. He didn't think he could have remained silent during a violent thrashing like that.

Harry tried to sit up, but the pain was just too great. Even breathing was hard with how much pain he was in. How could Cedric's father do that to him? Cedric had always said that his father was a kind man that couldn't even hurt a fly. Kind men don't enjoy whipping children, and Amos Diggory had very much enjoyed what he did. He enjoyed it so much that it had even shocked and scared him, that's why he had stormed off like that.

"Pup, I know you're hurting," Fenrir said, speaking loudly and firmly so the boy could hear him. "But you have to get off the floor, it's too cold and damp. You're going to get sick and lose your little one if you don't."

Harry didn't want to move, he just wanted everything to end. For a moment there, for a wonderfully brief moment, he had thought that Dumbledore or Sirius had come to take him home. Finally giving in, he started to cry, his loud sobs wracking his small, broken body.

"Fuck!" Fenrir cursed. The pup seriously needed help and there wasn't a damn thing he could do. He wanted tear Amos head off and feed it to Bellatrix.


Harry laid motionless on his thin mattress, too weak to even cover his fevered body. Not that the rag they gave him as a blanket kept him warm anyway. It had been four days since Amos had whipped his back and he hadn't been able to move or eat since he managed to drag himself to his mattress.

Fenrir wrinkled his nose up in disgust. The full moon was just a few short hours away and, while that normally excited him, the stench from the boys infected back was gagging him. For four days the boy had done nothing but lay there, not talking and not eating. It was worse than when they first brought him in. He tried talking to him, tried making him want to fight, but the pup was slipping away.

"Your feast is coming, dog," Bellatrix giggled.

Fenrir didn't need the psychotic bitch to tell him that, he could easily hear the guard coming with his heightened senses. One of the reasons why he happily anticipated the full moon was because it was the only time he was fed properly. The guards didn't like how his wolf would howl, bark and tear at the cell all night long, so they normally tossed an entire deer or other large animal carcass in with him. He would feast for an hour or so, rest before the change, then his wolf would finish off the rest of the animal. It wasn't the same as running free and hunting, but at least it kept his wolf somewhat content.

Fenrir's mouth started to water when the guard levitated a very large and bloody buck into his cell. He was an alpha wolf, he should eat like this every night, not just one night out of the month. "The boy," he growled when the guard went to slam his cell door. "He's going to die if you don't help him."

"Not supposed to, I'm not," the guard grumbled. He wasn't the one who witnessed the whipping, but he had heard all about it from the guard that had. The man had been so upset that he refused to escort Diggory the next time he was scheduled to visit.

"So you're just going to sit back and do nothing while a fourteen year old boy dies?" Fenrir huffed. "And you call werewolves monsters."

The guard slammed the wolf's cell door then moved to peek in on the boy. He winced when he saw his bloodied and infected back. They had been forbidden from interfering, but this wasn't right. His little niece, who was a Hufflepuff third year, came home crying because Potter had been sentenced to life in Azkaban. She said that he had always been nice to her and that there was no way that he killed that Diggory boy.

"Just slip him a few potions," Fenrir coaxed. "I won't tell. You don't want to have the death of Harry Potter on your hands, do you? Especially since he is innocent. He didn't kill that boy, and it will only be a matter of time before they learn the truth."

Grunting, the guard turned and briskly walked away. He would clean and disinfect the wound, maybe give him a blood replenisher and pain potion, but that was it. Innocent or not, he couldn't lose his job.


Even though his stomach was cramping painfully, Harry continued to force himself to eat his disgusting prison food. He was feeling a bit better now that his back wasn't infected, but he was still in a hell of a lot of pain. He didn't remember much from the past few days, but Fenrir had said it was because he had had a very high fever. He wished that he could have his baby checked to make sure everything was alright, but he couldn't risk anyone finding out. It couldn't be healthy for it with him getting sick, his horrible living conditions, unhealthy food and being exposed to Dementors daily. This wasn't how he had imagined his pregnancy going. He should be cuddled up, warm in bed with Cedric softly caressing his tummy while talking to their developing and healthy little baby. He shouldn't be here and Cedric shouldn't be dead.

Fenrir was relieved to see that the pup was healing and eating, but he knew that that was soon going to come to an end. He had overheard the guards arguing earlier that morning, they were fighting over who was going to get stuck escorting Diggory to the pup's cell. Neither of the two on duty wanted to do it, but someone had to stay in the cell while Diggory had his fun. He shouldn't be shocked that Minister Fudge was allowing this, but he was. From what he overheard from the guards, the man hated Harry.

"Pup, how are you feeling?"

Trying to shift into a more comfortable position, Harry looked up at Fenrir and grimaced. "Honestly, I feel like vomiting. The baby really doesn't like this slop."

Fenrir could see that the boy did indeed look a little green. "Deep breaths," he coached. "In though your nose then out through your mouth. I know it's hard, but try not to think about it."

Laying down and rolling onto his side, Harry did as Fenrir instructed. He didn't know what he would have done without the wolf. He was straightforward and rude, but he seemed to care about him and he was always helping him. It was a sad day when Death Eaters and werewolves cared more about you than the good guys.

Fenrir wanted to warn the boy that Diggory was coming back, but he didn't know how to break it to him. Why get him worked up and upset now, there was nothing either of them could do about it. The man was a loose canon, if he wasn't stopped, or the pup rescued soon, he was going to end up killing him.

Harry was just starting to drift off to sleep when he heard someone coming. Knowing that it wasn't mealtime or dementor time, he sat up and stared fearfully at his cell door. "Pup," Fenrir barked, looping his big bulky arms through the bars. "I need you to focus all your magic on protecting that baby. You shouldn't be able to access your magic in here, but somehow last time you did."

Heart pounding, Harry looked over at Fenrir. "What's going on?"

"He's coming back, pup," Fenrir said gravely.


"It's safe," Fenrir grunted, his head tilted so he could hear better.

Panting, Harry dropped the glamour that was hiding his six month pregnant belly. Keeping up the glamour was taking more and more out of him. Smiling gently, he placed his hand on his belly, right below his belly button when his child gave a strong kick.

"Can you feel it," Bellatrix asked, her eyes shining brightly.

"Yeah," Harry answered hoarsely. "He or she is really kicking up a storm."

"Here, pup," Fenrir called waving his chunk of bread through the bars.

Harry was too weak to walk the entire way, so he crawled to the window then got up on shaky legs to reach the bread. "Thanks, Fen," he said gratefully.

Chuckling, Fenrir ruffled the fifteen year old's greasy and knotted hair. "How are those ribs?" he asked darkly.

"I'm positive one is broke," Harry winced, poking at his badly bruised side. Two days ago Mr. Diggory had kicked the shit out of his side, breaking at least one rib and badly bruising the rest. Thankfully one of the guards, the meanest and most gruff one, would slip him potions every now and then. It made him feel a bit betting knowing that they too were disgusted with Cedric's father's actions and didn't approve of them. They even tried to stop him on a couple of occasions, but unfortunately there wasn't much they could do to help. Mr. Diggory had Minister Fudge's approval.

Fenrir could feel his wolf clawing to get out. He couldn't take much more of this, Diggory was seriously losing it and he didn't like the look he had in his eyes the last few times he visited. It wasn't just the look, he could also scent his arousal. It was only a matter of time before the piece of shit raped the boy. Harry was one tough puppy, refusing to break despite the hell the man put him through. He had never seen anyone take a beating like that and remain absolutely silent. Being raped by your father-in-law, though, that would break the boy. Hell, that would shatter him.

"Bitty, Potter, do you have any ideas on what you want to name the little one? I, myself, always liked the name Lucifer for a little boy."

"You would," Fenrir rumbled. "Naming your child after the devil. Crazy bitch."

"I like Crucio for a girl," Bellatrix cackled. "Crucio Lastrange," she said wistfully. "I think it has a beautiful ring to it. Crucio Lestrange, Crucio Lestrange, Crucio Lestrange..."

Harry tried to block out Bellatrix's mad chanting. The woman really was bat shit crazy. "The sad part," Fenrir chuckled. "She was like this even before Azkaban. It's the Black blood...mad the lot of them."

Harry still couldn't believe that Sirius and Bellatrix were related. Fenrir had explained to him about how all the Blacks eventually went crazy. He said that it was because of all the inbreeding and that they called it the Black Madness. Sirius was also related to Draco Malfoy, something he found extremely disturbing. Not that it should bother him, Sirius wasn't his godfather anymore...he had noone left in the world.

"Well, names!" Bellatrix demanded with a pout.

"I-I don't really know," Harry finally answered. "Cedric wanted to name the baby after our parents, but I never really liked that idea. The child is his or her own person and they should have their own name."

"Not to mention Amos is an absolutely ridiculous name," Bellatrix giggled.

Harry shivered at the mention of Cedric's father's name. For months now the man has come once a week to taunt and beat him. He always used his bare hands, feet or tools, but that was only because he couldn't use magic in the cells. Only the guards could use magic, and that was only on special occasions and for emergencies. He had lost track of how many bones the man had broken so far and how much blood he had spilled.

"Lily is a pretty name, I suppose," Bellatrix reluctantly admitted. "If you like that type of sweet, sissy name? I still think Crucio is much prettier."

"Not Lily," Harry said with a yawn. "And not James if it's a boy."

"Sleep on it, pup," Fenrir grunted. "The perfect name will come to you."


"Why won't you break?" Amos roared, smacking the boy hard across the face. "What the hell do I have to do to hear you scream?"

Biting his lip hard enough to draw blood, Harry struggled until he was back on his knees, arms arms crossed in front to shield his hidden baby belly. Coughing, he leaned forward and spat out a mouthful of blood. The last slap had knocked out another tooth.

Amos stopped behind the boy that was kneeling at his feet. He was such a small thing for a fifteen year old...pretty, too. He had been trying to fight his urges, but he wanted the boy. Maybe taking him forcefully against his will would finally break him. For months he had been dying to hear him scream, he wanted him to beg for mercy.

The boy was already topless, wearing just a pair of overly baggy prison issued pants. He was filthy though, showers was a rare luxury in Azkaban. With his wand trembling in his hand, from fear or anticipation he wasn't sure, he tried to cast a very powerful cleansing charm on the boy. "Dammit!" he cursed when nothing happened. "Cleanse him," he snarled to the guard.

"No magic," the guard reminded, standing next to the cell door looking pale and sickly. As far as he was concerned, Diggory was worse than you-know-who. The man should be kissed for what he was doing to the boy.

"I. Have. Permission!" Amos roared loudly. "Cleanse the boy now, or else I will be talking with Minister Fudge. I hope your job is worth this piece of trash!"

Harry shivered when he felt the cleansing charm wash over him. It felt like a hundred hard bristle brushes scrubbing his entire body. Normally the charm wouldn't hurt that badly, but his body was littered with cuts, sores and bruises. Why did Cedric's father want him clean? What was he going to do now?

Amos licked his dry, cracked lips. The boy was nothing but skin and bones, but he had him painfully hard in his pants. He didn't understand why he was feeling this way, he had never wanted to take a person against their will before. He had always been good, never been in trouble, not even when he was a teen. Grabbing himself, he gave a rub to help relieve his discomfort.

"Coward!" Fenrir, barked at the guard. "Stop him!"

The guard looked between the werewolf and Diggory. He wasn't the smartest wizard, not even close, but even he could tell what the man had in mind. "Times up." he said, voice cracking.

The air was knocked of of Harry's lungs when Amos Diggory slammed into his back. Unable to hold the man's weight, he fell forward and onto his stomach. Before he could even comprehend what was going on, Cedric's father was clawing at his pants.

"Get off of him you bastard!" Fenrir roared loudly, pounding at the bars.

For the first time since Mr. Diggory started paying him his special visits, Harry started to fight back. He couldn't believe what was happening. Cedric's father was trying to rape him. This couldn't happen...it couldn't! He belonged to Cedric, they were soul mates. Only Cedric was allowed to touch him like that.

"Let's see you remain quiet during this," Amos panted, freeing himself from his pants. Without any preparation, he thrust himself brutally into the boy...his son's murderer.

Harry's bloodcurdling scream echoed off of his cell walls and throughout the entire floor. He screamed so loud that he started choking on the blood from his torn throat. No longer was he trying to fight of get away, the pain wracking his frail body was too great. All he could do was lie there and scream and cry while his husband's father raped him.

Gagging, the guard turned his back on the scene and tried to block out the boy's screams and Diggory's grunts of pleasure. Somewhere in the back of his mind he could hear the werewolf trying to claw his way through the wall and the crazy bitch screaming, but he was too horrified over what was happening to pay them any mind. This was wrong...so very, very wrong.

Amos collapsed on the boy, emptying himself in his abused and bloody channel. That had been incredible! "Now I know how to get you to scream," he taunted. "That had been like sweet music to my ears."

Panting, Fenrir collapsed under the window that he shared with the boy, his knuckles bloody and fingernails torn off. Never had he felt so helpless in his life, not even when the Ministry had killed his pack, mate and unborn child. At least when that happened he was able to fight, to kill some of the men, but this time all he could do was helplessly watch as the bastard finally broke the boy.

With a few more thrusts and a hard bite to the boy's neck, Amos climbed off the boy and tucked his bloody and spent cock back into his pants. Without saying anything more, he walked out of the cell with a smile on his face and a spring in his step.


Fenrir had been pacing his cell for the past six hours as the pup labored quietly in the cell next to him. Everything had changed drastically after Diggory raped the boy that first time. Harry had closed himself off, became practically catatonic and only ate when he screamed and yelled at him to do so. The only thing keeping the pup going was that child he was carrying, and as soon as the guards discovered it and took it away, he knew for a fact that the boy would die. He would be shocked if he lasted twenty four hours after losing the baby.

"Breath, Potter," Bellatrix coached. "Try to imagine yourself in a better place. Think of the beautiful little girl or handsome little boy that you are about to bring into this world. Think of little Leora Kalila Potter, or Kiran Loefel Potter." She had been very proud of herself when she helped baby Potter come up with a name for his child. It wasn't often that he spoke anymore, but one day a few weeks ago he had asked her for ideas for both boys and girls name that meant light and dearly loved. It had taken a few days, but finally Potter had settled on those two names. She had to admit, she herself loved the names.

Curling over his large stomach, Harry internally screamed as another contraction tore through his body. He didn't know how long he had been in labor, but he couldn't take much more. Luckily he had been able to hold his glamours long enough for the guard to bring him dinner, but not long after that they crashed and he was too weak and in too much pain to bring them back up. He was no stranger to pain, sadly he knew it intimately, but labor pain were on a whole different level than what he was use to.

Fenrir was scared to death for the pup. Birthing a child was risky in ideal conditions, but the pup had spent his entire pregnancy locked in Azkaban with Dementors feeding off of him. He was malnourished, frail, body severely broken, been beat, raped, and not too long ago the bastard poured something into his eye and he hadn't been able to see out of it since. It would be a miracle if the pup survived this. His body just wasn't strong enough.

Harry started to silently cry. He was in excruciating pain and he desperately wanted Cedric. He couldn't do this alone, he couldn't do this without his soul mate. He just wanted Cedric to hold him in his strong arms and tell him everything was going to be alright. He wanted him to tell him that everything had just been a terrible nightmare and that he wouldn't allow anyone to hurt him or their baby ever again.

Nostrils flaring, Fenrir could smell blood and amniotic fluid. "Not much longer, pup."

Harry didn't want to do this...he didn't want his baby to be born. Inside him the baby was safe and protected by his magic, but once it was born, the guards would rip him or her from his arms and probably feed them to the Dementors. He desperately wanted his baby, he loved it with all his heart and it was all he had left of Cedric.

How was he going to secretly raise a baby in Azkaban? He couldn't, it was not only impossible, but it wasn't healthy for his little one. Maybe he could lie and say the baby's father was Fred or George? He knew that they would raise it as one of their own and love it with all their heart. Would they even allow the twins to take his baby? Molly had spat at him after the trial. Would she hate the baby because he was the carrier?

"Don't fight it, pup. The little one is coming wether you want it to or not. You need to push."

Harry let a soft whimper escape as the urge for him to push started to overwhelm him. Other than panting, that had been the first sound he had made since the contractions had started hours ago. It wasn't easy keeping quiet while painful contractions tore through his body, he had brutally bit his arms multiple times to keep from screaming and cursing.

"You can do this, baby Potter," Bellatrix coo'd. "You're about to become a mummy."

Fenrir wished that he could help the boy. He had never seen a male deliver, it was so rare that it was virtually unheard of, but he had helped the women in his pack birth. The pup was too weak and too young to do this on his own.

"I-I can't!" Harry cried fearfully. "Please, I can't do this."

"Yes you can, pup," Fenrir said sternly. "That little one needs you, it can't do this on its own. You need to push with the next contraction."

Tears were pouring down Harry's face as he uncurled himself from his protective ball and crawled to his dirty mattress. His body was screaming at him to push and he could no longer fight it. He was terrified that his magic would be too weak after the birth to cast a Silenco to keep the guards from hearing his baby's cries. He knew that he was going have his baby ripped from his arms, but he wanted some time with it before that happened. He wanted to get to know the little person he had been carrying, loving and protecting for the past eight or nine months. One lost track of time in here, he wasn't even sure how long he had been locked up.

Laying on his back, he brought his knees to his chest and started pushing. It was hard, and it hurt, but after five good pushes he felt something wet slide out of his body. Despite the excruciating pain and dizziness, he reach down between his legs and lifted the tiny body and placed it on his chest. Grabbing a section of his filthy sheet that he had ripped earlier, he started vigorously rubbing his child and clearing its airways. It was so small...too small.

Letting out a huge sigh of relief, Fenrir started to sing a lewd song as loudly as he could. He knew that it would be a while before the the pup was able to cast any wandless magic. The kid was incredibly powerful to be able to use any kind of magic within these walls.

Harry let out a loud sob when his baby started to cry. The sound terrified him, but it also meant that it was alive and breathing. He was also relieved to see that she looked a healthy pink, not a deathly blue. She may be small, but she was a fighter.

"What is it, baby Potter?" Bellatrix asked excitedly, her face smashed against the bars of her cell.

"G-Girl." Harry croaked out, voice barely above a whisper.

Bellatrix smiled. "Welcome to the world, sweet little Leora Potter."

It was hard and extremely painful, but Harry managed to sit up so he could better tend to his newborn little girl. He was crying, loud, heart wrenching tears. This should have been the best moment of his life, a moment that he should be sharing with his husband...his soul mate. Instead, he was all alone in a cold and dirty prison that wasn't even fit to house rats. He would forever be grateful for Fenrir and Bellatrix, but they weren't Cedric.

Fenrir was still singing loudly, a goofy grin plastered on his face as he listened to the newborn pup cry. Even though he knew that this was going to end in heartbreak and the death of the boy, he was happy that the little girl was alive and seemingly healthy. He prayed that the pup would get a few days with his daughter before she was discovered, he deserved to have sometime with her.

Using a new section of dirty sheet, Harry wrapped his beautiful daughter up as tightly as he could to try to keep her warm. It was too cold for a baby in his prison cell. Wiping the tears from his eyes, he stared down at his little Leora, for the first time getting a good look at her. She was a tiny little thing, barely as long as his forearm. He couldn't see her eyes because she had them closed, but she had a head full of soft, auburn hair. She was absolutely beautiful and perfect.

"Pup, are you able to use your magic?" Fenrir asked, still singing loudly. For the last month he had been singing so the guards wouldn't find it odd when he all of a sudden started.

Body still trembling from the shock it had just went through, Harry closed his eyes and focused on his magic. It took a hell of a lot out of him and left him feeling extremely weak, but he was able to make it so the guards wouldn't be able to hear his daughter.

"Good boy, pup," Fenrir praised. "Now get your robe back on and hide the little one in it. Your body heat will also help keep her warm. How's your milk?"

Harry's cheeks turned a bright red at Fenrir's question. He had been both relieved and horrified when he noticed milk dripping out of his nipples a few days ago. He didn't think he would have enough to last her months, but he was pretty positive that he could produce enough for a few weeks. Doing as the wolf commanded, he pulled his robe back on and placed his daughter on his chest under it. "I have enough milk for now."

"Good," Fenrir grunted. "Now we pray for a fucking miracle." He didn't want to see the pup loose the baby, and he sure as hell didn't want to watch as the boy faded away and died because they took his only reason for living. Miracles didn't happen in here, though. This was going to end in tragedy.

Harry carefully laid on his side, his body still throbbing with pain. His clothes were soaked and he was a bloody mess, but right now he just needed sleep. The labor, birth and use of magic had taken a lot out of him and he could feel himself slipping into unconsciousness.


Shivering and feeling sick, Harry was just able to magically put his day old daughter to sleep when Fenrir warned him that someone was coming. His sensitive werewolf hearing came in handy at times. It was draining him using the extra magic, but he wasn't ready to lose his little girl. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he was feeling sick, sluggish, feverish, hot and cold all at the same time, and his chest was hurting him whenever he breathed.

Sitting up, he held his baby tight to his chest and curled protectively around her. They would have to kill him before he allowed them to take her. He survived losing Cedric, but he wouldn't survive losing their daughter.

"Bout time you wizards came for the pup," Fenrir growled. "Treating an innocent pup like that. And you call us monsters!"

Harry was trying to hear what was going on, but there was an odd ringing on his ears and all he could see was black. He had his hood up covering his face, but his vision problems were coming from him being week and sick. Holding Leora tighter, he tucked his chin to his chest and prayed that nothing bad happened. Didn't he deserve to get a break?

"I could take some lessons from that Diggory man," Bellatrix cackled. "He would have even disgusted the Dark Lord."

Harry could just make out feet coming closer to him. Softly whimpering, he prayed that it wasn't Cedric's father. It was too soon, the man was due for another visit until tomorrow. Holding his breath, he could have sworn that he heard someone say his name...someone that wasn't Fenrir, Bellatrix, a guard or Mr. Diggory.

In a rare show of weakness, Fenrir rested his head on the bars of the window and wiped away his tears. The Wizards knew the truth, his pup and the little pup were getting out of here and they were going to be safe. He had scented the illness on the boy and it had terrified him. Never before had he believed in miracles, but this was a true miracle. He was going to miss the pup, but he didn't belong here...not like him.

Harry's heart started pounding in his chest when he felt someone push his hood back. Clenching his eyes tightly shut, he buried his face deeper into his robe and onto his daughter's head. Silently had was praying that they didn't discover his little secret.

Fenrir watched as the vampire recoiled back in horror after getting a good look at the boy's mangled up face. The pup was in bad shape. If ever he got out, he was going tear Diggory limb from limb.

Harry started shaking uncontrollably as he felt himself being lifted up. He had been expecting blows to his head or back, not gentle hands and strong arms cradling him as if he was someone special. He wanted to lean in and bury his face into the chest he was resting against and cry, but he didn't even have the strength for that. Whoever this person was, he smelled of potions and warmth.

Fenrir could have cried when the vampire lifted his pup up with care. He knew that Snape was a hard man, but he could tell from the look in his eyes that he cared for the boy. "Take care of the pup, vampire," he said, bowing his head and showing the man some respect. He didn't know how he knew, but he just knew that this man was going to make sure that his pup was never hurt again. "Even the Dark Lord would pity him."

Harry snuggled into the man's embrace, he hadn't felt this warm since before the last task. He could make out voices all around him, but he really couldn't understand what they were saying. One thing that he knew for sure, he was moving. Whoever this man was, he was taking him away. He didn't want to get his hopes, but he prayed that he was leaving Azkaban. Maybe, just maybe, he would get to see his little girl grow up