My Sleepy Brain... Help?

Well... sometimes I get bored.

Harry pulled Fenrir past a few of his slaves. Severus specifically stared, in what could only be described as horror. Harry shook his head as he brought the other man into a bathroom. "Alright Wolf, strip." Fenrir looks at him, trying to decided whether he can trust him, and Harry stares him down. Fenrir quickly strips, his hands shaking as he does so. Harry smiles, before  turning on the tap. He turns back to face Fenrir, only to see the other man trying to hide himself. "Fenrir, you've nothing to be embarrassed about. Come here." Fenrir shakes his head, whimpers coming from the other man's mouth. Harry sets his face, before walking towards him. He pulls the other man into him, before snapping his hand against his bottom. Fenrir squeaks before trying to pull away. Harry pulls him towards the bath, and watches as he gets in. Harry begins cleaning the other man's hair, watching as the tension melts off of him. Harry smiles before saying, "See? It's not that bad. You need to get clean, so that you don't look that nasty for your trial. Plus it'll make you more comfortable." Fenrir nearly falls asleep before Harry is done with his hair, and Harry finally finishes. He makes sure that the man is not asleep, before starting to wash his arms. "I can scrub you down, or you can do it yourself. I need you to wake up though." Fenrir struggles awake, and begins scrubbing himself clean. Afterwards Harry gets him out, and helps him to put fresh clothes on. Harry looks at the time and grabs the man. He apparated them to the ministry, and immediately they whisk the man away. Harry sighs before sitting down in the audience. The trial goes quickly, and Harry watched the terror on the man's face as he is determined to be guilty. Harry walks up and addresses the minister, "I'll purchase this one as well, I found him, and I very much want to put him in his place." The minister of course allows this, thus Harry grabs the other man roughly after paying for him and apparating home. Once there he brings Fenrir into the dining room, where everyone is eating lunch. "I've purchased Greyback here, it's the same terms as all of you. He'll be told by me shortly, including the rules. He'll be deaged, probably to my age, as that is an age before his crimes. Severus, I know you don't like werewolves, and it's understandable, but it's okay. Now, everyone eat." With that he drags the other man into the kitchen. "Sit, wolf." Fenrir does that, slightly terrified. Harry begins fixing him a light broth, hoping that will be easier to stomach. "Right, you're a slave, a sex slave specifically. The rules are pretty simple." Harry says before following them with the rules. Harry watches as the man really looks terrified, before Harry pushes him to eat. Harry smiles gently at him, "you'll be okay, but we will need to have a talk tonight." Fenrir nods, head down, before saying, "Yes sir."