A/N: Hello all, I know this is quite a common idea, but I wanted to try it out and see if I can give it a twist of my own. Hopefully I'll make it past this one chapter. Please review and tell me what you think.
The war was over, and it had been almost 2 years since Harry Potter, The Boy-Who-Lived, was defeated. After the death of Dumbledore, the Order of Phoenix had fallen apart and disbanded. There was too much discord between its members and the infighting had been their downfall.
In the final battle, Ministry along with most of the light supporters, including Harry and his friends, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger, had been outnumbered 3 to 1. There was never a chance that they would win. Fudge, coward that he was, had fled not long after Dumbledore's death and Amelia Bones and been voted in as Minister. She had done an impressive job organizing the people and rallying their efforts. But she, too, like so many others, had fallen during the battle.
In the aftermath of the final battle, countless bodies lay scattered on the ground, some were mutilated beyond recognition, and others were easily recognized. The only survivors of the light were those the Death Eaters deemed worthy enough. Mainly, Harry Potter and his friends. They were not about to give up the chance of revenge after years of being thwarted by these mere children.
Harry Potter had fallen to his knees in the wake of Lord Voldemort's killing curse. But he had not died, only fallen unconscious. His famed lightning bolt scar had split open and blood had fallen from it in rivers.
A week later, after Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters had recovered from the losses they had sustained, Lucius Malfoy was appointed to be Minister of Magic. Voldemort had taken over the wizarding world, and there was none left capable of opposing him.
Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger and most of their classmates in their year, had been given to selected people as 'pets': playthings for the Death Eaters to fulfill their sick and twisted desires on.
Harry himself had not been given away but instead kept as Voldemort's own pet. A worse fate then he could have possibly imagined.
The first day he was asked if he would cooperate or if Voldemort would be forced to use harsher methods. Harry spat in his face. Chains sprouted out of the ceiling and latched onto Harry's wrists, just high enough to force him up on his tip toes. More chains came up from the floor and bound his ankles. He was left hanging there for 2 whole days and nights, naked and spread out for anyone to see. Voldemort made it clear that the Death Eaters had free reign to do anything with him, as long as it was not permanently damaging. The other condition was that they could not fuck him, but anything else was alright.
The days were torture for Harry; he was not given even a second of rest from the countless Cruciatus' and the countless other types of abuse.
At the end of the second day, he thought he was about to go insane from the endless Cruciatus curses and his body could not take any more of the paddlings or beatings. Not to mention his legs and thighs were quivering from being strung up on his toes for 48 hours. But he was not ready to give up. He was determined that it would take more than that to break him.
In the end, he was right, it would take more, but Lord Voldemort was willing to go more than the extra mile.
A/N: How was that? I tried not to get too graphic, actually I wasn't graphic at all as this site does not accept NC-17 stuff. Sorry its short, I hope to make the next chapter longer.