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“Mom,” greeted Harry Potter, bowing his head to the point his hair followed the gravity.
“Bitty Harry, there's no need to bow to your momma now!” Bellatrix Lestrange softly hit the back of Potter's head, before going in with a hug.
“Okay, mom.” Potter looked rather happy for the affection, shown through a dazed smile and relaxed shoulders. And that was one of the only people other than Bellatrix who enjoyed this.
It is torture for Severus Snape. Everytime the dark lord ordered a meeting, this was what would happen. Bellatrix and Potter would act as if they were parent and child. The dark lord would usually ignore the existence of Potter, but on the very occasions he doesn't, Potter contributes with the most insane ideas with Bellatrix acting as if she was a proud parent.
Nobody was used to this, not even the dark lord. Especially after Fenrir Greyback, of all people, declared that Potter was his cub now. Yeah, Greyback turned Remus Lupin into a werewolf, therefore his cub, and since Remus believes Potter is his cub, then Greyback also believes it too now? Very confusing logic, considering Remus doesn't even remotely trust his werewolf and is afraid of himself because of it, which likely extended to the prank Sirius Black pulled on Severus.
Severus mentally sighed. Why does everything in his life connect to the Marauders?
Anyways, Severus is pretty sure he was fucked. He hasn't even told Albus Dumbledore of the first thing. Dumbledore only believes Potter is kidnapped by the Deatheaters, after all.
Not the fact that Bellatrix Lestrange, notorious for being batshit insanity and firmly on the side of the dark lord, bloody adopted the damn boy that is prophesied to be the enemy of the same dark lord. Not the fact Fenrir Greyback, known for being a vicious werewolf turning muggle kids into werewolves to attack their own schools and then die, and wouldn't remotely budge to join the Deatheaters, also considered himself as a parent, or at the very least a guardian, for the boy.
“Hey cub!” greeted Greyback, smiling with his unsettling sharp teeth that definitely ripped apart children.
“Fen-fen?” muttered Potter, looking dazed. The disgusting sickly sweet nicknames to the fucking wolf. Potter had a bunch of those. Did Potter even realize what situation he was in right now? Because he clearly doesn't look like it.
Potter turned to the wolf in surprise, before Greyback ran to hug Potter. The damn bloody wolf rarely came to the Deatheater meetings. That was until he found Potter, it seems. Severus sighed. This was going to be another long meeting.
Bellatrix backed away from Potter, as Greyback hugged Potter. The wolf howled, before grinning once more. He settled down right next to Potter and Bellatrix, who was pampering Potter with kisses on the cheek, and scratching Potter's head with her sharp nails to the point of bleeding. Potter looked as if he was at peace though.
Severus absentmindedly wonders what would the public say if they find out their boy-who-lived was actually like this.
***
Harry was feeling nice and fuzzy in Bella's hands. She had a habit of scratching Harry's head. It felt nice, especially after her lovely binding hugs.
“Mom,” called out Harry, nuzzling into the scratches.
“Yes my dearest Itty Bitty Harry?” she replied, stopping the movement in her hand.
“‘eels really nice,” Harry hummed, slurring his words slightly. It really did.
“Good,” stated Bella, as she pressed a kiss on Harry's cheek, before resuming scratching Harry's head.
“Hem Hem.” Voldemort cleared his throat, trying to gather everyone's attention.
Bellatrix turned to Voldemort. “Sorry, about it, my lord, but my itty bitty looks so cutesy right now.”
“It's alright, Bellatrix,” replied Voldemort. “I merely want to ask if you notice the blood on H- Potter.”
Harry blinked a few times. Was Voldie going to say his first name? That's strange. Wait a moment. Blood? There was blood?
Harry mentally shrugged. It felt too nice to move now.
“Sorry about it, my lord.” Bellatrix, thankfully, continued to scratch Harry's head though.
***
Lord Voldemort was not afraid. Merely very severely confused, but that would not stop him from starting the meeting. Lord Voldemort will ignore the Potter boy, for now, again, because the blood gushing out of his head and all over Bellatrix's right hand was quite distracting.
The first was reports. The usual amount of crucio was thrown on the usual ones for failures. Only notable ones were, as always, from Augustus Rookwood, Lucius Malfoy, and Severus Snape.
Augustus talked about the experiment of the Unspeakables. Lucius talks about what the School Board and Ministry believes and is doing, plus the progress with having the Ministry under his belt. And Severus talks about what The Order and Albus Dumbledore is doing and believes, plus the progress of the old man thinking Severus is his. The last part especially made Voldemort cackle.
Potter then prompted giggling out of nowhere, when Lord Voldemort started to assign the assignments for his very unorderly Deatheaters. Great, he couldn't even get through a meeting without Potter jumping in.
“What is it, Potter?” asked Lord Voldemort, annoyed.
Potter shook his head rapidly. “N-no no, nothing, dark lord.”
Lord Voldemort stared at the boy in complete disbelief. “I see.” Lord Voldemort looked around Potter, to find Greyback smirking with amusement in his eyes.
He should have never invited the wolf into the Deatheater meetings. Lord Voldemort did not make mistakes, however. “Very well then, you're dismissed.” Lord Voldemort stared as many people disappeared, leaving only Bellatrix, Fenrir, and Potter left.
“Do you wish me to torture you?” hissed Lord Voldemort.
“Oh, no, my lord.” Greyback shook his head. “Merely asking if Potter is a prisoner here.”
“He is not,” sighed Lord Voldemort.
“May Fenrir and Bella take him, then?” asked Bellatrix.
“Of course.” Lord Voldemort then saw the trio pop away. What the fuck was his life for him to allow Potter, his mortal enemy, to leave?
***
“Albus, Albus,” called out Severus, urgently, knocking on the headmaster's office door. Why did the stupid old man decide for Severus to kill a copy of him, and then reveal himself was beyond Severus' comprehension, as he is not senile.
A few moments later, the door opened up. “Ah my boy, you're back from the meeting,” Dumbledore spoke with twinkles in his eyes.
Severus nodded rapidly, as he stood before Dumbledore's desk. He disliked sitting. “I am, and I have quite some important things to tell you.”
Dumbledore nodded. “Well, certainly. Would you like a lemon drop?”
“No need. I already drank calming draughts on the way here,” answered Severus, truthfully. He knew Dumbledore's lemon drops were drenched in calming droughts. They were not the addictive ones as Severus was the one who brewed it in the first place, he would know. He drank exactly three. Thankfully he made non-addictive ones, even if it is less effective.
“I see. Well, my boy, what seems to be the issue? You look not at all crucioed, which is quite a good change for you,” jokingly said Dumbledore, as if trying to relieve the tension in the room.
Servers sighed. “Harry Potter is with the Deatheaters, and currently a prisoner.” Potter was not, but still.
Dumbledore popped a lemon drop into his mouth. “Ah, I see why Tom doesn't have his normal tantrums with his prophesied enemy captured.”
“Indeed.” was Severus' only answer.