Forsaken Bite (HP Fanfiction)

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Fenrir Pov 

After getting dressed, they hurried to the Malfoy's manor, which was the first time they were even invited to there by the Dark Lord. Usually, he would just surprise visit them or something along those lines, so whatever he needed to discuss was extremely important. They reached the gates that surrounded the manor, which seemed to not only keep unwanted visitors out, but to keep their own madness in. Fenrir roughly slammed his fist against the gate to signal to someone that he was there. 

"This is crazy," Fenrir heard Scabior mumbled, "And I personally do not like this at all." 

"Well, suck it up and deal with it." Fenrir demanded him before slamming his fist against the gate again. Finally, it got to someone's head to pop out as an old man, who was shaking like a kitten left out in the freezing rain, came walking up and opened the gate. 

"The Dark Lord is waiting in the parlor." The man murmured to them as they walked into the front yard. They just nodded their heads, not wanting to mumble another word to the man in case their distress and fear came out. 

They headed down the gravel path that lead to the stairs of the manor. This time, they didn't even bother knocking and just went into the house. The air around them shifted to a gloomy and sense of brokenness that made even Fenrir shutter from its coldness. As Scabior shut the door behind him, a voice they knew too well spoke. 

"Fenrir... Scabior... in here." Voldemort's voice ordered them. Quickly, they headed into the parlor but stop mid way when they saw the sight before them. Lucius was laying on the floor, beaten and broken with wounds still seeping onto the floor board, Bellatrix was in the corner hiding herself (which was not normal for her when the Dark Lord was around) as Narcissa was holding tightly to Draco. Voldemort was standing a foot away from Lucius while his snake was slithering closely, gazing at him in hopes of maybe eating him alive. 

"You two must be wondering why I had called you here?" Voldemort asked, his voice drenched with a want to be calm but is pretty much still pissed at something tone. Fenrir gazed at him then Lucius before returning his eyes to Voldemort. 

"I think I got a little of the picture. He did something that ticked you off and you're making him suffer. But I do not see where I or Scabior here come into play." Fenrir stated to Voldemort. Voldemort smiled while nodded. 

"That's correct. I had Lucius make due with some Muggles I believed had some tie with Potter and his friends, but he failed me. They apparently eluded him. Imagine that? A couple of  Muggles able to elude a wizard?" Voldemort said, laughing at the man's stupidity, "As for the reason I brought both of you down, I know you both just adore being as brutal as possible. So tell me... what would be the best way to torment someone who had just betrayed you." 

"When my father was Alpha, he taught me the best way to get at your enemy is to not directly attack them. He claimed the body will heal quickly.  You want to go for the soul. Once the soul is shatter, the man may heal but the soul is damaged. The best way to attack one's spirit, you must destroy or take away their prized item." Fenrir explained to the Dark Lord. Voldemort slowly nodded his understanding. 

"And do tell me, what usually would that be?" Voldemort asked, even though Fenrir could feel that he already knew what Lucius prized item was. 

"Usually when packs try to send the other a message to not mess with them or to simply warn them that they are no match... we go straight for the heirs... the sons." Fenrir confirmed before his eyes landed right on Draco, who was quivering in fear now since he got the message himself. Voldemort then glance over to Draco before waving his wand around to pull him away from his mother and on the floor with his father. 

"Then it is settle. Fenrir and Scabior will torment Draco and make him part of your... pack as you called it." Voldemort settled the punishment for how to deal with Lucius's lack of completing the task. As Fenrir was about to grab hold of Draco, Scabior's voice cut in. 

"Pardon me, my Lord. May I personally make a suggestion?" Scabior asked. Fenrir shot Scabior a glare, since he had no idea what Scabior was even thinking about. 

"What is it?" Voldemort asked. 

"Instead of us tormenting the pup, I suggest we can use him as a walking target for our newest pup. She needs some personal training herself to help her have more control of her wolf side... and I know she would just love  to see Draco here." Scabior stated while gazing down at Draco. Voldemort nodded his head. 

"I agree. Now take Draco here and take your leave." Voldemort demanded. Without wasting another minute there, Fenrir and Scabior grabbed on both of Draco's arms and dragged him out of the room without turning back, but couldn't ignore the whimpers and pleads of his family.