Story: The Three Lords War

Author: Ladyfallsalot/Jaclyn

Permanent Disclaimer: Any recognizable characters in this story belong to J. K. Rowling. The plotline and OCs are all mine. I love them. You can't have them

Warnings: It's dark, and sometimes disturbing. Sorry about that, but it's how it's going to work. Pretty much if you can get through the first chapter without putting it down in disgust, you can get thru the rest, as this chapter does make me sad just writing it.

History: Well, the idea for this story hit me as I was sitting in the basement at like, midnight when it just came to me. I felt I had no choice but to write it down and I NEVER do that. It just is going to work so well. I'm excited

Also: possible slash. i haven't totally decided.

r/r

Surrounded by tall, empty desks in a dimly lit dungeon-turned-classroom, Harry Potter nervously awaited what was sure to be a horrendous detention.

Oddly enough, this time he didn't even know why he was there. Snape had simply passed him in the hallway, stopped, turned, and without emotion, faced Harry saying, "Detention Potter. Be in my classroom tonight by six thirty. No exceptions," and walked away without a reason.

Harry looked to his watch and saw the minute hand tick from six twenty-nine to six thirty and sure enough, the second the minute hand hit the six, Snape stormed in through the dungeon doors with an exceptionally frightening scowl etched on his face.

The tall man whisked through the room toward his desk, not even acknowledging Harry's presence. Pointing his wand at his desk drawer, he silently opened it. He dropped a file into the open drawer and closed it immediately.

Harry looked Snape coldly in the eye. "I'm here for my detention… sir" He said, clearly with difficulty.

Snape looked Harry up and down with evident disgust on his face, "Clearly." He paused, most likely waiting for some disrespectful remark to come from Harry. When none came, he spoke again, "You will be serving tonight's detention in my private lab."

Harry was surprised to hear this; he had never heard of a student going into the potion master's private lab. It wasn't even imaginable. He watched as Snape walked pointedly toward the door and decided he had no choice but to follow.

They walked silently down the corridor toward a wide, arched, wooden door. Snape prodded his wand into a hole in the doorknob and the door swung open on its own.

Harry walked through the door and was surprised not to see a lab filled with intricate sets of vials filled with bubbling potions, but instead saw a rather homey living room, decorated as a bachelor pad of some sorts with a brown leather couch and a deep green carpet.

He realized moments after letting out a surprised breath that it was stupid to be so surprised and that even teachers need to live somewhere.

Snape smirked at the gasp coming from the student and commented dryly as though reading Harry's mind, which he could have been doing, "Yes Potter, even I spend time away from students on occasion"

The potions master led Harry down a hallway with many doors, and stopped midway where two doors stood adjacent to one another. One was ajar, revealing a lavish bedroom with a large, comfortable looking, king sized bed.

While Snape took out his wand to open the door across from the bedroom, Harry looked into it, yet again in awe of the fact that Severus Snape spent time away from torturing students. Imagining Snape with an actual home life was a complete enigma to Harry.

The Boy-Who-Lived was brought harshly back to reality when Snape's dry voice broke the silence.

"Are you planning on staring at my bedroom all day or do you intend to finish your detention?" he asked again, with a shadow of a smirk.

Harry actually blushed as he followed Snape into a lab without an answer.

"Today," Snape said with a getting-down-to-business voice, "you are to write lines for me" Harry almost sighed out loud in relief. Lines? No problem. "They will read 'I must not be an arrogant idiot"

Harry's mouth dropped, and Snape truly smirked this time, "you will continue in this fashion until I am finished with this exceptionally difficult potion," he paused. "Let's hope I don't make any mistakes."

It was nearly ten o'clock when Snape finally finished bottling the newly brewed potion and placed it on a shelf. Harry felt as though he had rewritten the offensive sentence at least a thousand times and sighed openly with relief that Snape's potion was finally finished.

Snape walked to Harry and looked through the pile of parchment. With a curt nod, he waved his wand and the papers soundlessly disappeared.

Harry stood up defiantly and waited for the potions master to tell him to leave. After a minute of standing in awkward silence, never breaking eye contact, Harry backed down.

"Well I guess I'll just g-" Harry turned to leave but was stopped by a forceful hand grabbing his revolving shoulder and pulling him back.

Before he knew what was happening, Severus Snape's mouth was on his own. Harry fought, but the older man was stronger. His tongue made its way forcefully into Harry's mouth. Harry, in defense, bit the offending tongue. Hard.

Snape recoiled and took out his wand. "Petrificus totalus." he said through gritted teeth, calm as could be. Harry's body was fully binded and he fell to the floor with a resounding 'thump'.

Harry's eyes darted around the room as he cursed himself for not having reached his wand fast enough. Scared and surprised at what just happened, he wondered fearfully what would happen if he didn't manage to get out of this bind.

He felt a pull in his navel and realized he was floating across the lab. The potions master was already across the hallway levitating him into the bedroom that he had craned his neck to get a glimpse at earlier, and felt a wave of dread wash over him.

Harry watched as Snape looked at him hungrily and flicked his wand. He felt his clothes disappear and rage bubbled inside of him. He then realized how horrible the situation actually was. If he had been scared before, he was terrified now. Realization hit him again when he remembered that along with his clothes, went his wand, and his one chance at freedom.

He looked up to see only Snape smiling at him pervertedly. The older man then flicked his own wand once more and Harry was suddenly out of the body bind that imprisoned him. He made to get up, fight, anything but just lay there, but just like that, Snape's wand was once again pointed straight at Harry's forehead.

"Imperious", the potions master said in a loud, booming voice. Harry found himself climbing up and laying down on the large bed in the center of the room. Snape was now naked as well and he jumped on top of Harry, kissing the scared boy all over.

A battle raged inside Harry's head.

MOVE! Get out of here! Said his own voice.

But really, it's so nice here. He's being nice to us, let's just stay, said the controlling voice of the imperius.

Are you KIDDING me?! You're being RAPED! Don't talk about being nice! Harry fought the imperious curse.

Yes, I realized that, but I like it here. It would take so much work to leave. I'm just not going to let you go. No. I don't think I could accept that.

The battle raged on. Harry was slowly weakening to the curse that was easily stronger than any he had ever received under either Barty Crouch Jr. or Voldemort. He simply couldn't fight it.

Silent tears fell down Harry's empty eyes as his body was used over and over again in the most brutal way possible. He wanted to cry out in agony, but his body was completely unwilling.

After what felt like days, but in reality was only over a few hours, Snape relented. He smiled, looking at the softly bleeding boy with pure glee in his eyes. He was evil and disgusting, and loving every minute of it.

He walked away, leaving Harry unable to do anything but stay put as he got the boy's clothes and wand from a drawer at the other end of the room.

Harry felt himself dressing quickly without even realizing what he was doing. He was mostly lost under the imperious curse by now having been weakened beyond saving. Finding himself walking once again across that same hallway into the lab he had spent what seemed like so long ago cursing the potion teacher's name for nothing more than a few silly sentences, he stood in the exact position he had been kissed for the first time when the curse was lifted from him. In the same moment, he was put once again under a full body bind that excluded only his head, which he thought he had control over.

Severus grabbed Harry's chin and forced the boy to look him in the eye. He grinned maliciously, "Did you," he sneered the name "enjoy that as much as I did, Potter?"

Harry pulled away from Snape as tears flowed freely down his cheeks with no way to keep them in check.

"Well," Snape cackled, "we can't have that attitude now can we? "Scourgify" he said, pointing his wand to the tears running down Harry's face. They disappeared.

"Obliviate"

Everything went dark.

Only seconds later, Harry awoke from his trance with no idea as to what had only just happened minutes ago.

He once again turned to leave, this time with no interruptions from the potions master. Snape chose this moment to interrupt the seemingly long silence. "I believe you…remember your way out"

Harry nodded, unsure of why the professor had given him the look he did when he said remember but didn't bother commenting. The potions master was staring at him calculatingly straight in the eye and he was feeling nervous. Trying to leave with as much pride as possible, he picked up his books, stuffed them into his bags, and made to leave the lab as quickly as possible.

Snape seemed pleased with this and turned to his potions work. As soon as the potions master's eyes left his own, a sense of forlornness washed over him. It was almost enough to turn back to see if Snape had done anything, but instead, he chose to walk out of the room and pretend to be unaffected.

Then he saw the bedroom. It all came back to him in a rush of nightmarish memories. The body bind, the imperious curse, the rape. His eyes widened and the fear and the anger returned. He tried to sort everything out in his head.

He could go back and face Snape, but that would risk either being put under an even stronger obliviate, or even another round of torture. Either that, or go to Dumbledore. He decided on the latter and rushed out into the hallways hoping not to be followed.

R&&R