My Sleepy Brain... Help?

... I mean, I think Harry needs another problem...

Harry gets back up, forcing Blaise to let go. "You will stay in bed little one. You will not get out unless I let you out. Understood?" Harry asked calmly as he pulled up his pants. Blaise responded meekly, "Yes sir." Harry smirks, before leaving the room. He stretches after he's out of the room, and decides to sit outside for a little while. He walks into his garden, sighing at the soothing flowers and plants around him. He sits down and just relaxes in the sun for a moment. Until he hears something coming from his shed. He sighs, thinking it's one of his slaves, but gets up to check any way. "Oi! Whichever one of you this is, I'll give you to the count of three to show yourself before I make you." Harry warns, he counts to three, and when no one appears he goes to open the door. It's being held shut though, and Harry assumes his slave is being difficult. He uses his magic in order to get it open. Only to see Fenrir Greyback trying to hide out in the corner. "Sir, you don't live here. I should call the ministry-." Fenrir cuts him off by moving closer to him. "Please don't, I can make it worth your while. I don't want to die." Harry grimaces at him. "You need something to eat. Come on, I'll call the ministry after you're fed." Fenrir shakes his head no, "I'll leave, please, it'll be like you never saw me. I'm sorry, please, I regret what I did, I've stopped hurting people. Please, don't call them." Harry looks at him, before grabbing his arm. "You bite me, and I'll show you why I won the war. You understand?" Fenrir nods quickly, looking at him. Harry pulls him to him, pulling him into a hug, "You'll get some food into you, and I'll call the ministry. If I don't I risk losing everyone. I'll make you a deal though, if you're a good boy, and eat your food, I'll buy you from them. You'll be safe here, and you won't be killed." Fenrir looks at him, desperate to believe him, but asks, "Why would you help me? I'm several decades your senior, and everyone hates me. I-I've done horrible things, and killed so many people. Why?" Harry smirks, "I don't care what you did. I can fix your age, and I'll happily take you to task for your youthful transgressions. For now though, come inside, eat, and stay calm." Fenrir nods, tired of fighting. Harry smirks, before picking the man up and carrying him into the kitchen. He fixes the man a quick sandwich, before carrying him into the Floo Room. He sits Fenrir down, and directs him to eat as he calls the Ministry. "Hello, I have caught Fenrir Greyback. He was hiding in my shed, when would you like to schedule his trial? Today at noon? Alright, I'll bring him, thank you." He ends the call, before looking at the man, "What is it wolf? Why haven't you eaten?" Fenrir looks at him before saying, "I'm sorry! I'll eat, please, don't let them take me." Harry smiles softly at him, they won't. I need you to eat though, ok?" Fenrir nods and takes a bite out of his sandwich, before throwing up almost immediately. Harry grabs him, and sets him in his lap. Fenrir starts dry heaving, tears traveling down his face, and Harry starts stroking his back. "I'm sorry, please, I can be good. I promise, I'm sorry please." Harry puts his finger up to Fenrir's mouth, before cleaning the pile of sick with a wave of his hands. "You're okay Wolf, I'm guessing it's been a while since you last ate?" Fenrir nods, tears still visible in his eyes. Harry sighs before kissing his head. "Alright, bath time instead. I'll get you cleaned up, then we will get you something you can stomach, hopefully before your trial. You'll be okay." Fenrir nods, barely awake.