I own none of these characters and intend this for nothing more than the viewing pleasure of those on this site. Thank you J.K. Rowling for creating such excellent characters.
This story contains dark and sadistic themes in terms of persecution, domination, and mature sexual content. What I plan for this story does not, however, employ this content for simply gratuitous means... although occasionally it will be. I will say I have about 10 chapters planned, and in this particular offering, male/male sex is the least you're going to have to worry about.
This takes place during the 'Order of the Phoenix' timeline. After that, there may be references to objects that show up later but it is no longer cannon.
Without further ado...
CHAPTER 1: OF MUGGLES AND MUSHROOMS
Draco sat alone pondering the news he had just received from his father. The Dark Lord had begun to act. Changes were coming, changes, as Lucius had said in his floo call, Draco would relish. The minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, had been placed under the Imperius curse that very morning, effectively making Voldemort Supreme Ministry Overseer. Draco doubted greatly he would enjoy this trip to great hall, he hadn't been himself lately, and he had absolutely no appetite. As he sat down, slightly tardy, he heard an unmistakable, sickly-sweet voice faintly issuing from the staff table.
"Hem, Hem..." coughs Professor Umbridge, almost as if trying to see just how quietly and obnoxiously she can do it, making it clear how amused she is today, in particular, when teachers around her ignore her first attempt.
"Class!", she shrieks condescendingly, standing, addressing both teachers and students in this fashion before returning to her quiet, sickly sweet demeanor. "Hem, Hem. Today, as Hogwarts High Inquisitor, acting under the supreme and final authority of Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge, I would like to begin a short talk on one of the darkest and most dangerous creatures of all: the Muggle. As we all know from last weeks lesson in my Defense Against the Dark Arts classes, although muggles have the same basic exterior appearance as witches and wizards, they couldn't be any more different. Unlike the pure-blooded and thus noble-hearted beings they resemble, muggles evolved over the course of millions of years from a different kind of organism: a giant, poisonous, phallic mushroom, according to the brilliant scientist Hambledon Quince. Their similarities to this toxic entity couldnt be more obvious, even though, like any effective parasite, they have learned to disguise themselves as they spew their toxic spores into the earth and into the blood of the wizarding community, leading to the terrible pollution and corruption of both. Muggles have proliferated, increasing their numbers, laying waste to this beautiful planet we, unfortunately, share with them. They have littered our world with polluting, unsightly, disgusting muggle artifacts, muggle factories, muggle power plants. They are like cancer; blight upon the wizarding world – one that as students and faculty of this fine school, we are going to begin to eliminate starting today. This is why I am speaking here now: to inform you of the passage of the new Magical Education Reform..."
"Nonsense!" cries Albus Dumbledore, jumping to his feet and reaching for his wand, realizing he had dozed off and should have put an end to this speech many minutes earlier. "I will not stand for this in my school!" Dumbledore is fumbling around in his deep-pocketed silk robe for his wand.
"Avada Kedavera!" shrieks Umbridge in an airy squeal of delight, jabbing her already brandished wand, which she had been waving without incantation at the audience for emphasis during her speech, at Dumbledore. Dumbledore is immediately struck dead, passing on the spot. "This is the new era. A new regime is in place!" As she speaks these words an army of death-eaters clad as ordinary ministry officials and aurors burst into the hall, disarming teachers and students frantically reaching for their wands. As Dumbledore falls, they erect protective barriers against the spells that surround Umbridge in a putrid green cloud of smoke. "This institution will no longer put forth into the world inferior quality, filthy, muggled witches and wizards, made weak and idle by muggle values and muggle blood. Thus, I shall continue, speaking loud and clearly for all of you, each section of the new Magical Education Reform Act, issued by the Ministry, which you will find posted on all boards across the Hogwarts campus after this meeting disbands. Each section of this act will contain new Educational Decrees. Future Educational Decrees will be added as seen fit by the Ministry, based on my carefully researched and observed recommendations.
Section 1: Dolores Jane Umbridge will be re-instated immediately as Headmistress of Hogwarts. Special provisions have been made by the Ministry of Magic to ensure complete and utter control in order to efficiently enact the goals Minister Fudge sees as necessary and urgent for the survival of the wizarding world.
I would like to note, also, before reading to all of you Educational Decree Number 1 under Section 1, that even as we speak a special squad of aurors are working now to re-configure the previous headmasters office to recognize me as the rightful ruler of this school. There will be no disobedience this time.
Educational Decree Number 1: The Headmistress office shall be the only point of unmonitored communication from Hogwarts, all other floos and all incoming owls not departing from or arriving directly to the Headmistress office shall be monitored at all times by ministry officials, who will directly alert Inquisitor Umbridge or designated members of her Inquisition Squad to all violations. This is quite similar to my previous Educational Decree, however, additional factors must be considered here.
All wards restricting apparition may be lifted for specific individuals on a case by case basis by the Headmistress or certain officials at the Ministry of Magic when these restrictions concern individuals outside the Hogwarts community. The Dark Lord Voldemort is kindly altering the system of magic concerning these wards as this document is currently being read, in order to make altering privileges possible for Ministry officials and Inquisitor Umbridge.
Educational Decree Number 2: All student owls shall be confiscated, except for those owls belonging to faculty and members of the Inquisition Squad and the noble house of Slytherin. All other owls will become property of the Hogwarts Owlery. Students wishing to re-possess their private owls must obtain written permission from Headmistress and High Inquisitor Umbridge. As she surveys the room, meeting a sea of disgust, hear heart soars at the thought of her power, yet even so she adds: Hem, hem I am a kind woman, you need only comply and do this school proud and I will happily return your filthy birds.
Educational Decree Number 3: All Educational Decrees made previously by Inquisitor Umbridge remain in effect.
Educational Decree Number 4: Headmistress Umbridge is authorized to use all methods of punishment necessary to guarantee strict compliance with all rules and school regulations, and, in the case of enforcing this Educational Reform Act itself, she is sanctioned by the Ministry to use Unforgivable Curses as she sees fit. Notably, any teacher who fails to comply with Inquisitor Umbridges new educational regime will immediately be placed under the Imperius Curse. Should they resist, they will be punished to the point of insanity by the Cruciatus Curse and then quite possibly, put to death."
Headmistress Umbridge, at this point flanked by almost half of Voldemorts Death Eaters, all dressed in official Ministry auror robes, turns towards Assistant Headmistress Minerva McGonagal and shouts "Imperio!", at which time multiple death-eater aurors raise their wands towards McGonagal and echo Umbridge, casting the Imperius curse multiple times to guarantee poor Minervas mind is fogged beyond the point of recovery, before, finally, they are silent and Umbridge once again utters a final "Imperio," placing McGonagal firmly under her jurisdiction.
"As you all see, we cannot have an assistant headmistress who attempts to defend the old ways, one whom I personally witnessed reach for her wand the moment Dumbledore fell, thus already attempting to undermine me at the very moment I felt I made such an excellent example of the old muggle-loving headmaster." Minerva McGonagals eyes now appear even more lifeless than those students who have seen victims of the Imperius curse remember, probably owing to the fact that she has just been hit with it no less than seven times in a period of four seconds. Tears flow from Harry, Hermione, and Rons eyes, along with most of the Gryffindor table, almost as if in mourning. Indeed, should their wise yet old, brilliant yet frail teacher ever be able to cross back over into her own mind, it still seems as if she has taken flight entirely from her fragile body. "Devastating," Harry manages to choke out, before turning his head down. He never had a family his whole life until Hogwarts, and now its as if he has lost two more parents in the wicked eternal return of his fate as a child.
Panic amidst the crowd of students gathers at the house tables, reaching a fever pitch as many who are not already crying or who have just recovered from doing so after the shock of Dumbledores death begin to burst into tears, especially muggle-born students, including the usually poised Hermione Granger, along with Justin Finch-Fletchley, Kevin Entwhistle, the Creevy brothers, and numerous other muggle-borns. Chaos erupts en masse, especially at Hufflepuff, as it contains the largest number of muggle-borns, and thus seems to be the weakest link under the watchful eye of the New Educational Regime. Students begin to have panic attacks, Cho Chang bursting into tears and hyperventilating as she curls up in to the fetal position on the floor. Shouting is heard, including a few brave Gryffindors screaming futile calls of resistance such as "you cant do this to us" and the like. Taking advantage of the chaos, Headmistress Umbridge strolls across the floor, escorted by her new aurors, to where Dumbledore has fallen, taking the Elder-Wand into her possession and casting a voice-enhancing charm, followed by "Silencio!", the entire crowd of students find themselves incapable of speech, as if their voice-boxes have ceased to function, their tears now silent salty streams flowing to the floor; fixed there without sound. "I fully intend to pass this wand on to its rightful owner, the Dark Lord shall soon disarm me of it, however, right now, I have been able to silence all of you at once due to its intense power. In the future, this kind of racket will be punished severely, however, for tonight, it will suffice that the entire school shall write a two-foot parchment of lines, each containing the phrase 'I will not disrespect Inquisitor Umbridge. I will be polite and courteous, I will learn not to speak out of turn.' No ink will be necessary. I will provide each student with a blood quill. All Slytherin students are exempt, since I see few tears at their table, and even fewer mouths moving! I hate children: entirely frustrating. 75 points each from Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw.
Section 2: All muggle-born mudbloods, stinking, subhuman half-breeds or mixed human/creature students shall report to our new Muggle-Studies professor's office to write their names in the Ministry of Magics Muggle-Registration Registry with a blood quill. Charity Burbage has been dispatched. This registry will be kept on file both in Inquisitor Umbridges office and in multiple branches of the Ministry of Magic. Mudbloods and students with various levels of muggle ancestry will each place the recently re-charmed sorting hat on their filthy little heads, which will reveal to the professor the exact nature of your unfortunate muggle ancestry, sorting each of you according to the following Educational Decrees. Any mudblood that fails to submit him or herself to registration shall be punished with the dementors kiss and returned to the streets of muggle London to experience death, alone or pity without recovery; I dare not fathom which is worse. Do not think you can evade the new laws by withdrawing from school – all muggle-borns not of proper age to use magic outside of school yet, but un-enrolled in magical institutions, are being silenced for the safety of the wizarding community; rounded up by the ministry across all of the country by Ministry controlled dementors that, upon finding them, have been granted permission to promptly bestow upon them a nasty little kiss. So, without further ado, the Decrees for Section Two:
Educational Decree Number 5: All students with two muggle parents shall be classified as mudbloods, and shall turn in their wands to the professor, at which time they shall be broken in half. You will each be issued a new, Ministry standardized, muggled-wand. These wands have been mass-produced by the Ministry of Magic specifically for you, containing a core of doxy droppings, a much safer and less powerful magical material in the hands of mudbloods. This is necessary to ensure the safety and continued welfare of all pure and purer blooded wizards at Hogwarts, as well as the various other magical education institutions across England where this act is being put into effect under the rule of different High Inquisitors appointed by the Ministry of Magic Minister Cornelius Fudge.
Educational Decree Number 6: All mudbloods will be re-sorted into Hufflepuff. All pure-blood Hufflepuffs will be sorted out of Hufflepuff and into Slytherin or Ravenclaw."
A loud thud is heard at the Hufflepuff table as a first year faints, splitting his head open upon the stone floor with a loud crack that shatters the calmness of the silencio, since it is not generated by his body or its language, but rather by contact with an external surface. Several older house members, including prefect Ernie MacMillan, move to lift the injured student and take him to the medical ward, but they are interrupted to the tune of a somewhat louder than earlier
"Hem, hem. Dont concern yourself with him. He is nothing more than a filthy mudblood. No use taking him to Madam Pomfrey: Avada Kedavera" incants Umbridge calmly, almost quietly, as the blood ceases its flow and the life drains out of the poor childs body leaving him cold and deceased; exposed to the terrified gazes of everyone in the Great Hall, each of whom have now borne witness to not one, but two deaths before their very eyes in the span of one hour in the great hall.
From somewhere amidst the aurors, Morsmordre! is cast, sending the dark mark to hover above the great hall. Some of the Slytherins from Death Eater families, the darker-minded ones sorted into the house not for their cunning but for their cruelty and their willingness to use any means necessary to succeed even at the expense of human life; those who surely will later go on to join the ranks dark witches and wizards the house has notoriously produced in the past, look positively delighted and can barely contain the mixture of adrenaline and glee welling to the surface. Pansy Parkinson seems particularly ecstatic, and she is not even from a Death-Eater family. Her mouth is contorted into what cannot be mistaken for a shriek of joy, save for the fact that no sound is made. She almost seems ravaged, sexually, by the thrill of waiting, on precarious edge, for the final six Educational Decrees.
"Educational Decree Number 7: Mudbloods and half-breeds will, upon confirmation of their ancestry, take the Mudblood Mark on their left arm in the form of a large M for mudblood or H for half-breed. This enables their quick summoning to the Ministry via the enchanted registry signed with a blood quill.
Educational Decree Number 8: Half breeds, meaning all centaurs, half-giants, half-veelas and other magical creature-crossed beasts currently on Hogwarts staff are now terminated; sacked if you will. Rubeus Hagrid and Frienze are terminated without pay immediately.
Educational Decree Number 9: Half-bloods, those with distant muggle ancestors but with parents both witch and wizard, need only register, they must register their wand type and name but are not required to submit their wands to the professor for destruction, nor are they required to take any sort of summoning mark: each of you may merely register your name and wand type with an ordinary ink quill and return to the dorms immediately. Your parents are undoubtedly proud of the fact that, despite prior muggle ancestry, they returned to the preservation of pure wizarding heritage and blood.
Educational Deree Number 10: Mudbloods are, finally:
a) forbidden from attending the following classes: Dark Arts, which will be a feature of the new educational regime, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and all N.E.W.T. level classes.
b) forbidden in all cases from entering the restricted section of the library, even with a note from a faculty member.
c) forbidden to attend extracurricular activities or form or attend student orginizations and meetings.
d) forbidden to participate in quiddich. This is so that they may spend more time mastering even the most basic spells, which, in the hands of witches and wizards of such filthy blood, are always at risk of running amok and causing serious damage.
Educational Decree Number 11: All half-breed students are expelled and ordered by the ministry of magic to never set foot in the wizarding world again, under penalty of the killing curse. They must immediately leave the Hogwarts grounds upon taking the mark.
Section 3: All students of suspected but not verified (meaning on file at the Ministry) pureblood ancestry may report to the professor of muggle-studies and try on the sorting hat. If they are confirmed to be of pure blood, they may opt to be re-sorted, possibly into a different house, by the re-charmed sorting hat after it has verified their lineage. Accordingly:
Educational Decree Number 12: Entirely pureblood wizards; those from ancient families and those with exceptionally pure lineage traced back many generations, even centuries, may apply for private living quarters in the Slytherin dungeons. If said wizard is not Slytherin, they may apply for transfer to Slytherin without consulting with the sorting hat. This is to further nurture those true members of our proper kind and to provide them with the absolute best conditions and materials for an optimal magical education."
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Harry felt as his insides wretch, burning as though he was on fire. His scar throbbed and stung as tears slid endlessly and quietly down the side of his face on the long walk back to the Gryffindor dormitories. The expected chaos made it both more and less possible for him to arrive at his desired destination expediently. As he made his way through the common room, the sheer state of shock his body had thrown itself into closed down his ability to react to the questions and demands of others flying toward him from all directions.
Malfoy jeered and paraded back to the dorms with the rest of the Slytherin crowd, but something inside him was breaking, something was shattering as the sudden realization of the ideas he had been preaching for years summoned itself to the surface today. He thought of Potter, of the encounters they had been having as of late. He knew there were more important things that should be on his mind, but he thought of flesh. He thought of several nights before, writhing under the dark haired boy now shaking his world to its very core. He thought of muscle and sweat and pleasure the extent of which he had never experienced before. Both boys had greatly matured both emotionally and physically over the last year. He could almost feel the boys agile fingers trailing gently over his shoulder blades, down his back, as their mouths connected, fiery hot passion; mouths connected, tongues slipping against one another, dancing, arousing. He could remember Harry, inside him, breaking him and recreating him again and again.
Harry thought of Draco, wondering whether this new development would destroy the feelings that were, as it appeared to him, becoming stronger and stronger between them, enabling the other boy to understand concepts outside his limited pureblood construct, opening him up to new ideas of the world around him. He thought of McGonagal, of unforgivable curses, of dead students and how everything he loved was sinking quickly into a nightmare state of which he could have never imagine when he thought he had it bad with his Aunt and Uncle at Privet Drive.
Draco, alone in his quarters, surrounded by books, wardrobes, and plush furniture and carpeting in the usual Slytherin colors of green and silver, finally thought of Umbridge, and of what had transpired this evening. He felt guilty and sick. He remembered when he had wished to help whoever was opening the chamber of secrets, of purifying the school of dirty blood. Now, he felt the blood was on his hands, that more blood was to be shed, of how that very blood would likely be the blood of certain friends his only passion as of late, Harry, treasured greatly. He thought of Hermione, whom he still greatly resented, almost with sadness. With fledgling remorse, yet to become true, yet to understand the true gravity of the situation, he grasped at the bedding and began to sob uncontrollably into his pillow. He wanted Harry by his side, yet knew that this moment would not likely see his request granted soon.
Harry, suddenly, head throbbing, scar burning, knew he had to get out of the dormitories even if just for a bit. He had to find Draco before the next day, when the out-of-control new policies would begin to be implemented. He crept slowly out of his bed to his trunk, gently an quietly rifling through his belongings to find the silvery invisibility cloak that had been his fathers, an object that, in his time thus far at Hogwarts, had proved invaluable and helped him in endeavors varying in scope from rescuing the innocent in times of mortal peril to making his way quietly, recently, to his lovers, as he now intended to do. As he crept towards the dungeon, he realized he had left behind the Marauders Map and collided almost head first with Dolores Umbridge and Severus Snape, quite narrowly managing to be quiet as he dove, on tip-toes, to the side.
"I want you to begin working on the potion tonight. I demand you do it; I do not care whether you like working with the still-warm body of that Hufflepuff mudblood. I need this potion now. Students will begin registering with Muggle Studies tomorrow, and I want to begin testing it as soon as possible. I need you to cut him up; I need you to begin discovering how to void his cell matrices of all magic..."
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I have most of 3 chapters finished so far.
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