Title: Forgotten Memories
Author: Nevoreiel (lamort_noir@hotmail.com)
Pairing: Lucius/Harry
Rating: R for slash, non-con, torture, rape. [it's Lucius we're talking about here]
Disclaimer: All familiar characters and situations are Copyright by J. K. Rowling and Co.
Notes: Written on a whim and as a branching out into other pairings. A last Huzzah! before the New Year. Spoilers for Order of the Phoenix.
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"Well, well, Mr. Potter. I was wondering when I'd be seeing you again." Lucius Malfoy circled the boy, who sat visibly trembling in a plain wooden chair. He was unbound because there was no point in tying him u as the room held no visible doors or windows.
Lucius drank in the palpable fear and followed the frantic eyes as they darted back and forth. He took great pleasure in seeing Harry flinch when he abruptly stopped before him.
Leaning in close, Lucius whispered, "I will enjoy breaking you."
Extending his cane forward, Lucius hooked the fanged mouth under Harry's chin and raised those wide eyes to meet his own. Scowling with distaste at the bravery Harry still held on to, Lucius grabbed the boy's shirt collar and threw him to the ground.
Harry landed awkwardly on his hands and knees. He started to rise to his feet when Lucius kicked him viciously in the ribs. Harry lay gasping to regain his breath, his cheek pressed against the cool cement. The teeth of the serpent cane scraped along his other cheek.
Lucius bent low and smiled coldly, making sure Harry saw the promise of pain, before taking out his wand and muttering Crucio.
The young body convulsed, the fingers scraping uselessly at the floor, the feet kicking out at unseen assailants. A scream tore from his throat and then another. Senselessly, Harry's head thunked against the ground. His glasses cracked and blood flowed from his nose.
Having seen quite enough, Lucius muttered Finite Incantatum.
Potter lay immobile, muscles twitching of their own accord, the aftershocks still wrecking the body.
Lucius kneeled beside the boy and ran a hand over the covered back, shuddering still. His arm wound underneath the body and undid the belt and the burdensome button.
Harry did not move as Lucius pulled at his trousers. The memory of pain still clouded his mind but when he felt a cool hand cover his buttocks, he started scrabbling away. But Lucius had foreseen a struggle and quickly grabbed the boy's ankle, successfully yanking him back into place.
Sobs welled in Harry's throat but he swallowed them. He felt slick fingers violate him, wriggling but not stretching just causing more discomfort.
Lucius pulled Harry's rump up for a more comfortable position and with some relish pushed in. Harry gave a horrible cry and tried to lurch away but Lucius had a firm hold of his hips and kept him in place.
As Lucius gasped in pleasure, Harry gasped in pain. With each thrust he was rocked forward and pain burned along his spine.
Lucius hung his head, his hair curtaining his face, as he felt the pleasure build. But before he could reach bliss, the color started melting away from the scene; then went the sound and the touch.
Lucius was left lying in his dark cell in Azkaban with nothing but a memory, even that not being certain. Doubt entered his mind. Was it even a memory or was it just a murderous fantasy for revenge?
The question gnawed and tormented him and held him in suspended agony.
The dementors' had a feast of him that day.
The End
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A/N: Feedback appreciated.