Chapter 2
Harry POV
'I'm Cold' Harry thought.
He's Angry at being left to sleep on the cold basement floor.
'I'm Tired'
He's Angry he's been made to sleep on a thin mattress with one measly blanket that doesn't provide warmth.
'I'm Hungry'
He's Angry at not being given enough food, if you could even call it that.
'I'm sore'
He's Angry at all the bruising and swelling that covers his body.
'I can't use magic'
He's Angry that the guys who did this to him, took his wand away, one of them is walking around with it strapped to his hip like a trophy and he's Angry that they keep giving him a magic suppressing drug to keep him from doing wandless magic.
'I'm Dirty'
He hasn't had a warm shower in weeks, they just occasionally throw a bucket of cold water on him and switch out his ragged clothes for "cleaner" ragged clothes, (their words not mine) Harry doubts anything in they give him is "clean"
'I'm Weak'
Harry could feel it, his limbs were physically weaker than before, sometimes he doesn't even have the energy to open his eyes due to another of the lovely drugs they forcefully make him take, probably because he tried causing harm to his own body after he realized what his captors were doing to him, his kidnappers weren't very pleased with this and so after that they started chaining his arms up above his head when no one was in the room and started drugging him with something that made him physically weaker.
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'...I'm Pregnant'
He's Angry at the fact he has to acknowledge that fact in a place like this, in a situation like this! He's Angry that thoughts like these are the only things he has at this point. He has Sadness and He has Fear as well but he can't show that to his kidnappers, can't show them that they've shaken him because that'll give them exactly what they want and he can't let that happen, so Anger it is, the Anger keeps him alive, keeps him aware of what's happening to him so he doesn't fall into despair and lose hope.
He's not entirely sure how long it's been but he knows it's been at least a couple months judging by the size of his stomach. At first he tried to keep track of the days but then they started drugging him and that combined with the pain would sometimes leave him left unconscious for Merlin knows how long, eventually he lost count once he wasn't sure how many days had past after passing out one time. He was sure people were looking for him and that wasn't arrogance speaking because he was the "chosen one" or anything, it was logic, Harry had friends, he had family, he had co-workers, so he knew someone must be looking for him but he was starting to wonder if they'd find him before or after he died in this damp basement, he didn't let that thought linger for long though.
Most of the time he wanted to cry and whimper and sob like a child, but he didn't want to give his captors that satisfaction, he knew who they were, despite being able to catch him off guard which he's also mad at himself and still beating himself up for, his captor's are rather stupid, they showed their faces to him, big mistake because Harry recognised ALL of them from his old cases, they were mostly petty criminals and he pretty easily put the dots together shortly after arriving, a group of criminals Harry arrested for separate crimes were joined together by the Leader of this band of thugs, known as Phineas Williams, all the others here referred to him as just Finn, he was the definitely the worst of the group, he was only arrested because he was spreading around a rumour saying that the Death Eaters would be coming back, he was disturbing this small town and Harry was sent to bring him in, although technically everything he was saying was only here say so they had to eventually let him go.
'Big mistake' Harry thinks, now realizing he wasn't just claiming the Death Eaters were coming back, he was trying to recruit people because he was trying to start a new Death Eater club or something, although Harry wonders why he started in such a small town where not alot of people live, it doesn't make sense. Harry just then realizes that that small town was only a few miles from Malfoy Manor.
'I wonder how Malfoy's doing right now?' Harry's train of thought is suddenly de-railed by the image of Draco Malfoy in his potions shop, then to when he sits across from him in the same seat every week at this small cafe they visit together, then he remembers how Draco's scent always seemed to linger on him when he left Draco's home, strawberries and mint, he always did like it, even back at hogwarts when there was so many different scents around, Harry could always tell when Draco was near and in later years after they became friends, he found it relaxes him, almost the way Hermione and Ron's scents do, but he isn't ashamed to admit he likes Draco's more even if he can't tell Ron and Hermione that.
His sudden calm is quickly washed away and replaced briefly by Fear before Anger took its place when the door to the basement opened and Phineas comes stomping down the stairs, he can tell it's him before he sees him due to his scent, it's harsh and stings his nose like saltwater air.
"How's my little omega doing this fine morning?" he asks in a sarcastic sing song tone to which Harry snarls and bares his teeth, "I'm not your anything Phineas" Harry spits the name, he knows the other man hates it which is why all the others call him 'Finn' it's also why he knows what's coming next, before Harry can sit up properly Phineas lands a hard punch to Harry's face, his left eye immediately swells given that it wasn't fully healed from a few days ago anyway and he spits out some blood from where he bit his cheek on impact.
Phineas puts on a face of calm while he addresses Harry again but Harry can tell he's still mad by the slight growl to his voice, "How the great Lord Voldemort fell to a bitch like you, I'll never understand" he huffs out "the great Lord Voldemort?" Harry chuckles breathlessly from being hit so hard, Harry's knows that Alphas have a natural strength advantage over Omegas such as himself but he was a male Omega so over time he was able to rival Alphas strength by gaining strength of his own, but that's been taken away from him and it stings more than just his face "no wonder you didn't make it into his club Phineas, you don't know anything about that monster" Harry said as he glared up his captor's face, it had almost turned red with how angry he was. Harry was in for it now.
After Phineas is done beating Harry to a bloody pulp, he injected him again with the cocktail drug they used to sedate and weaken him, "You think your brave little act can fool me?, you may glare at me all you like but I can smell your fear Omega" he snarled directly in Harry's ear before he stomped his way back up the stairs. Sometimes he won't stop at just a beating and he take's him over and over again, then he'll give permission to the others to have a turn but most of the time he's already passed out by then, no matter what they do to him, they never touch his stomach, they want the baby alive, it's their plan, to ruin the 'Savior's' image, show the world he was never special.
The truth is, Harry never cared much for his so called "title" if you ask him he's "Just Harry" and to his friends he is, he didn't need anything else, that was enough for him, but he's not stupid, he knows what people will say when this gets out and it won't be good and even though he hates these men and what they're doing and have done to him, his instincts are still grateful whenever his stomach is untouched because no matter what he can't hate the child inside him because it's still innocent in all of this, it's still a part of Harry. Yes he was using Anger to survive but only because it was the only emotion strong enough to mask his fear, he was afraid, so very afraid, he was scared he was going to die here, he was scared his baby might die but he was also scared for his baby to live because what if no one rescued him in time, what would happen to his baby once it's taken from him and all he wanted was to curl up and cry but he had to hold it in to stay alive but he was wondering how much longer can he keep this up? he didn't know how much more of this he could take, he needed to escape, but how? as he slipped into unconsciousness a single tear escaped his still functioning eye.