Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, etc.
Author's Note: Ok, so warnings. MPreg, dubcon, possibly noncon, homosexual relationships, violence, torture. I'm not taking this story too seriously, it's mostly to explore my writing abilities. I haven't edited this chapter. Hope you enjoy. Of course, the pairing is Tomarry. Possibly something else too, I'm not sure. Please review with what you want to see. I know this has been done before, but like I said, it's to explore my writing abilities.
Harry screams when his arm breaks, and is snaps again, and again, the pain rushes through his body, an ocean of pain. An ocean of pain. Where did he hear that before? He starts to laugh, and hears Ron sobbing, so he laughs he cries. He screams. He feels something hard touch his leg, a foot maybe, and it presses down, another snap. Harry screams. His boys begins to shake, yet he can't move. Hermione, she's screaming something too. A pretty, feminine wail.
"You will be his pet," the man above whispers. Harry bites his own tongue, and begins coughing on the blood.
Harry sees light. White light, surrounding him. He fades out of consciousness, yet not quite. There is sparkling blue eyes, and a warning;
"I'm so sorry."
"I'm so sorry," Harry repeats the voices words. Rasps. He opens his eyes and sees Malfoy smiling.
"Sorry won't make this right," Malfoy says. He leaves Harry in the dungeon, with his screaming friends and unconsciousness. No, not unconsciousness. Harry can hear the distant screaming, but also a lady's voice singing. His mother, maybe. Harry gurgles and tries to stand, then screams, he can't move his body. What's broken? A leg, and arm, maybe his ribs. He lays in the blood, and the singing fades, replaced by Hermione.
"Harry, please be alive. Please. Please."
"Her…" Harry says, and more blood comes up. Suddenly he can't breathe. He chokes and the room gradualizes into some type of dark. A calm dark. Inviting. Warm. Then he can breathe again. He's a young boy, running in a park, his dad chasing-
"Wake the fuck up," someone says, hitting his face. There is a smell of leaves. Harry opens his eyes to see Lucius again, wand pointed. The pain is gone, but his head throbs enough to cause his vision to sparkle. Harry spits at the man, and he realizes the pain is gone.
Lucius Malfoy grabs his shirt, and looks him in the eyes: "You don't die until I say."
"Fuck you," Harry whispers, his voice terribly dry.
"Yeah, fuck you," Ron says from the corner, and Malfoy whips his wand, and there is a shout and a thud. Harry tries to move, and though there is no pain he simply can't. Must be a spell.
"The dark lord will see you soon," Malfoy says, and he leaves, hopefully this time for a while. Harry still can't move. Doesn't matter, he's chained up anyways. Hermione sobs quietly.
"Hermione," Harry says softly.
"Harry?"
"We need a plan." Harry focuses on his fingers. Maybe, he can make them move with his own magic.
"Ron isn't moving."
"We need to get out of here!"
"Didn't you hear me? Ron isn't moving!
"I heard you! But we need to leave," Harry says. Hermione sniffles. "Let's go!"
"We can't, Harry. We're stuck."
Harry falls silent. His fingers now feel cold. He is aware of the air. The dim, cold and musty air. He thinks about what he would do once he escapes. Kill Voldemort? Run away? No, he wouldn't run, but this task, destroying the horcruxes, is harder than planned. It simply can't be done. What would he have done, after this is over? Maybe work as an auror and take out other wizards. A warrior, or maybe move into the courts and become a type of lawyer, incriminating others. Maybe become a part of the ministry.
"Imagine me working at the ministry," Harry says, and Hermione begins to sob. "Hermione, focus. We need to escape."
"Your body, Harry. It's bad," Hermione says, her voice almost shrill, and if Harry could cringe he would. But he doesn't have the energy.
"Shh, we don't have enough time," someone says. Harry looks up and is jarred by Snape, eyes beady and staring him down. "Now be quiet. I'm going to get you out."
"Fuck off, you bloody ingrate," Harry says, not even sure what ingrate means but he hopes it stings hard. Snape ignores him and begins to heal him quickly, waves his wand, and Harry feels the restraints leave. He sits up and punches Snape in the jaw.
Snape shoves him away, and soon the two are fighting, trying to pull each other down. Hermione is screaming.
Harry goes flying.
Snape points his wand.
"Now listen," Snape says, "I am going to rescue you. But you must be quiet."
Harry stands still. He has a choice. Take down Dumbledore's murderer, or try and save his friends. Oh, brave gryffindor compassion.
"Let's go," Harry says, and as soon as he says so, there is a loud scream. From upstairs. Everyone looks at the door, except Snape, who grabs Harry's arm and drags him to the doorway. Harry thrashes against him.
"Not without my friends!"
"Three's no time! I only came to save you!" Snape grabs Harry's by the hair and pulls him along like a dog. Harry grabs on the frame, but the hold on his head is too painful, so he lets go. Snape drags him up the stairs, across a corridor, up another set of stairs. SNape let's go and says something, and HArry looks up to see him throwing spells behind them. Following is Lucius' family, and Bellatrix. Harry scrambles down the corridor and around the corner, hearing Snape scream.
It's a chilling sound, to hear Snape scream.
Harry runs into a room, shuts the door behind him.
Total darkness.
He can't hear screaming, or music, or laughter or cries. Just silence. He breathes heavily and moves backwards, then falls onto what feels like a bed.
He sits there, contemplating. In no time, someone would find him.
He begins moving around the room, finding curtains, but they can't be moved. Another spell, and Harry doesn't have a wand to counteract it. So he goes around, finding another door, enters, one candle is on. A bathroom. He takes a couple steps back and bumps into something.
That something wraps his arms around him.
"I'm assuming you're one of the sluts Lucius sent up," the man drawls. He has a nice voice. Deep, but not too deep. Calm, too. "I told Lucius not to send them up."
Harry doesn't say a word. If he says he's Harry Potter, well, this death eater will certainly send him on his way to the dungeon, where Lucius could torture him more, or maybe Bellatrix, if God is unforgiving.
The man pulls him back, and soon Harry is sitting in his lap on the bed, back toward him. The hands crawl up his spine, around his waist. Soft hands reach under the dirty shirt and move in circles. The fingers are cold, but Harry doesn't mind too much, he's already cold.
The man stands, pulling Harry onto his feet, then shoves Harry down onto the bed. Harry tries to sit up, but the man climbs on top and all but devours his mouth. He tastes like alcohol, Harry remembers the days he has alcohol, the fun in it. The foreign mouth moves down and kisses his jaw, then goes to the side and sucks on his neck, and bites.
Harry yelps and squirms, but the man only sucks harder. When the ,an seems to have his fill, he begins to undress Harry. Quickly. Almost ripping the fabric. Soon they are not naked, and the man gets off the bed and pulls Harry back into a sitting position.
"Suck," the man commands. Harry swallows. He could bite off his dick and escape, but the idea of having some sexual object bitten off and bleeding in his mouth is repulsive. And the others are searching for him. So, he opens his mouth and takes the member in.
Then he gags. The man slaps him across he face,then grabs him by he hair and forces Harry to turn around, kneel on the bed, expose his ass. And when Harry's ass is in the air, he feels a wet finger circling his hole.
The finger delves in, and Harry moans. It's big. Is this rape? He does consent,but only to save time. Shit. He could turn around, attack this death eater, then make a run for it. Damn! But he will be caught. It's already a miracle the others haven't barged into this room.
Then, there is a knock at the door.
The man behind Harry stills, but then continue to finger his ass. He rubs a hand over his left cheek, squeezes, then slaps it hard. Harry gasps and moves away, but then the man grabs his hips and tries to thrust in. His cock doesn't go in at first, it grinds against his entrance, and Harry blushes. A manhood. A member. God, he better not start laughing again.
The man pushes in, it's painful, so Harry lets out a cry. Some tears begin to fall. He brings up his hand and bites the side of his palm, as the man forces himself in more. More and more, the man picks up speed, and when the man puts a hand on Harry's head so he can leverage himself above him, Harry feels pleasure.
THe amount of pleasure sends him wailing at first with the pain, but when it becomes bearable, he starts to moan. He clings onto the sheets, and suddenly the man stops, shudders, and pulls out. Harry feels something wet dripping out his ass, and he rolls to the side, now free, and falls onto the floor. The man sighs and the sound of the bed being pressed down is music to Harry's ears.
"Get out," the man says. Harry freezes. Out? Where the others are looking for him? The man seems to move, Harry can see the figure move from the candlelight in the bathroom. The man seems to move to the curtains, and opens them up.
It's a sunrise. Pink and red and beautiful. And in front of the window stands a man with brown hair curling over the back of his neck, and when he turns around his red eyes match the sun.
Harry draws in a gasp, because he won't admit what just happened, with whom it just happened, so he charges at the now unlocked windows, where Voldemort stands, and runs past him and crashes into the glass.
The shattering sound is deafening. Harry feels shards dig into his warm skin, painful, millions of needles, and he falls from the second floor into a thorny rose bush. Aware he is completely naked, and not caring, he charges pass the bush and over a field. He begins to hear yelling, and he accidently slips in mud.
As he falls, a curse flies pass. He picks himself up and keeps going.
He never stops.