Harry would not be moved when spider-leg fingers brushed through his hair and over his cheek. He did not blink when the lipless mouth smirked at him, eyes suddenly growing into a darker red, half mast as his arousal became more prominent. He was a statue, a figure of defiance by apathy.

"I belive it has been a while since you have had sustenance, Potter." the Dark lord taunted. "The battle must have made you quite thirsty…." Harry felt his lip twitch, itching to curl into a sneer when a wave of laughter swept through the dark army, drowning out the soft whimpering cries of his precious Hermione and the gentile, but hollow words of comfort from Neville and Ron. Luna was probably weeping in silence, or simply watching in detachment, lost in one of her vision filled dazes.

"Are you thirsty?" Tom asked. "Answer truthfully." Harry nodded.

"Very." It was true, he had not had water for at least two days. His throat was parched and his tongue like wool. But he would have rather remained thirsty for the rest of his life if it meant he did not have to drink what he knew he would have to in a few moments.

"Then drink." It was maddening, the way he said it as if he were offering a precious gift to a broken, starving child. His tone was soothing and gentile. It was humiliating.

Harry was screaming inside as he parted Voldemorts robe, knowing that there would be no other clothing underneath and lifted the manhood that had fallen free in his palm delicately. As if it were a rich dessert that needed to be savored, he dragged his tongue over the side, a moan passing his lips as his other hand came up to caress it, lifting it to attention. His lips parted again, tongue dragging itself from the base of the length to the tip, his eyes being forced closed to make a show for all of their spectators. He was a marrionette, and voldemorts thoughts were his puppeteers.

"Very good harry…" The dark lord hissed, not bothering to hide his enjoyment, and conjured a small throne like chair, setting himself down comfortably as his cock was engulfed by harrys mouth, bellatrix rubbing his shoulder as she watched with a mad grin.

It was the most horrid thing he had ever had the displeasure of putting in his mouth. It slid against his tongue as he bobbed his head, flickering and swirling his tongue over it as if he had done this a million times before. It tasted of salt and blood, as if it were the reflection of the death and sorrow he had spread through the wisarding world. Hints of bitterness hit his tongue every so often, and he envisioned it to be what had started it all, the bitter hatred that had bloomed in the mans heart as a child.

A hand stroked through his blood encrusted hair, pulling and massaging in mock reward and his throat tightened, a keening whimper vibrating through the length in his mouth, making Voldemort laugh in response.

"It seems he is enjoying this, children." harry's eyes clenched shut, about the only thing he COULD do to react to the despicable man forcing his friends to watch him. Not for his sake but for thiers. They should not have to see this, to endure this deranged attempt to mind fuck what was left of the light army.

"Keep going harry, we must make sure you are well nourished for the trip home." another bout of laughter.

He moaned again, this time rather loudly and his head lowered down, taking in voldemorts cock balls deep, and began swallowing, rolling his head on his neck as he sucked, his cheeks now caving in. He had to stay strong. He had to….he would not show emotion.

After five minuts had gone by, and he could tell Voldemort was not even fully hard; he was truly wondering if he could hold up. It was then he felt one of his own hands begin to caress his chest, trailing down his abdomen to his own member and began to stroke. This time, his whimper was his own. No! He could not do this to him! He could handle being forced to get this monsters rocks off…but to force him to react? To pleasure his own body at the same time? He looked up to see the Serpents face take on an expression of amused surprise, and wondered what that was about, until

"Wel…this is….unexpected, to say the least." Harrys eyes widened in realisation and tears threatened to spring from his eyes.

NO! no PLEASE don't do this! I beg you! I'll do anything!

Of course you will, Harry. You have no choice.

"My, my potter….I never expected for you to actually enjoy this…." He could feel the burning stairs of every pair of eyes present, all in shock. "My dear friends, it seems potter has taken his new place at my feet far better than I expected." He willed the hot painful tears to spill as generously as they had threatened too, anything to prove that voldemort was lying. but they sunk back by way of his blasted curse and his hand continued to work his cock as his mouth made love to his arch enemy.

"you liar!" Neville roared. "Harry would never-"

"Silencio!" Harry whimpered in dispair. He already knew what was about to happen, even before voldemort lifted his chin to face him.

"Would you like me to release the curse, harry potter? Let you have free reign? Answer truthfully."

"Yes." But when he meant to sound furious, it came out dripping with lust. Voldemort pointed his wand at harry,

"Liberae!" A dark grey tendril wrapped itself around his neck, forming a collar before it whisped away like a ripple.

But harry felt no change. He hadn't expected too. Whatever that spell was, wasn't the counter curse.

"Thank you!" he felt himself shiver as those horrid words echoed through the courtyard and he could almost feel the hearts of his friends shattering.

And then, he took the engorged erection into his mouth again and continued to suck, far more vigorously this time, his moans louder and more enthusiastic and he felt his face heat up, the curse forcing a blush to his cheeks. It could truly control his reactions? Make him blush?

oh i can make you do so much more, potter. would you like to see?

Harry wanted to shake his head, no. But His hand was already leaving his cock and reaching further back, two fingers delving into his anus and thrusting in and out.

and if that werent enough, with each thrust of his fingers, his legs spread a bit more, his moans turning into desperate whimpers and pleasure began to spread through him, pooling in his gut, making him throb painfully.

He would never be able to look his family in the face again...hermione...ron...everyone...as far as they knew he wasnt under the curse anymore...

Tears brimmed in his eyes again, spilling down his face into voldemorts lap, mixing with the saliva that dribbled down the girth that stretched his mouth open to its limits. With every moment that passed, he gagged over and over, the curse forcing him to suck and lick it as rapidly as he could. His fingers forced thier way deeper inside of him flicking against a spot inside him that made stars explode across his vision. Again and again that spot was hit, every time he regained a grasp on reality realising what was going on, it was hit again and he was falling, falling into a pool of the most amazing thing he had ever felt.

But at long last something splashed over his tongue, jetting into his throat so rapidly he felt like he would drown if he didnt drink it all. Realization hit him and he tried to pull away, but his head only mashed itself further down, gagging him, making him cough and sputter as he was forced to swallow every drop of the horrible liquid. He prayed that it would end as soon as Voldemort had finished. Just kill him...he did not want to do this any more!

"Good boy, potter..." He lifted his head away, his fingers finally leaving his hole. His eyes burnined with tears as the Dark lord wiped them away in mock affection. "Poor Harry...am i too large for you to handle?" Harry screamed in protest raging and struggling against the electricity that flowed through him for the hundredth time, making him tuck his head and blush, as if embarassed.

"A bit." the courtyard echoed the chorttling of the death eaters, accompanied by a chuckle from voldemort himself.

"hn hn hn... Barty." Voldemort lifted a hand, and said man was instantly kneeling before His Lord. "This does not seem a fitting punishment for the boy. He enjoys it far to much." Harry all but choked out a sob, unable to deny anything...unable to DO anything. "what do you propose we do? i am a bit to...spent...to properly dicipline his gall to exist." another murmer of amusement filled harrys ears.

"Perhapse...my lord..." barty crouch jr. spoke with utmost defference. "if it would not be to insolent of me to suggest...Might your inner circle...take turns with his friends." Harry saw how he was eyeing Luna and the furry showed in his green eyes.

"I think not." Voldemort said, rubbing his chin in thought. "I would rather my followers not tarnish themselves with the essence of moodbloods and traitors."

then why'd you make me suck you off you unbelivable-

on second thought maybe i should let them

NO! Dont you dare! Harry roared through the mind link, the force of his intrusion actually causing voldemort to flinch. He was not pleased.

What will you do to spare them, harry? what could you possibly offer me what i cant take by force?

...

Shal i assume you are unable to-

me!

Harry cried, knowing he could never allow anyone else to be put through this, here. He could not watch his freinds suffer this.

...let them do what they want with me...act like you re cursed me...whatever you wish...but please...leave them alone...

you do realise i can simply take your offer and do the same to them...and you wouldnt be able to do anything about it...

what do you want, then?

Nothing you can give, harry...nothing that i can not just take.

harry swallowed, wondering what on earth voldemort would want that he couldnt aquire through force...

my compliance...i will...i will do everything you say, everything you want...willingly...

the two stared at each other, the younger pleading for a response as Harrys friends watched. Ron's face was contorted with furry. He knew better...he knew better than to belive that fucking snake. Harry had come to him a long while ago, sometime during that last year at hogwarts, concerned about some advances he had received from seamus Finnigan. He knew ron was an open partner, that he liked either sex, and so he came for advice on how best to turn the bloke down. Ron was honestly surprised. Finnigan was quite pretty; if harry was interested in men in the least, he should have been jumping up and down for a chance. It almost had dissappointed him. He would not have minded a go at his best mate.

All that being said, why in merlins name would harry suddenly bat for the opposite team? and for Voldemort? not a goddamn chance! Harry was still cursed, and from the looks of the staring contest the two were having, there were some negotiations being held. He just hoped that harry didnt do anything stupid, like take thier place. Ron wasnt sure about the others, but he would endure whatever they put him through if it meant harry had a moments rest from this ...humilliation.

"Harry..." Voldemort turned his peircing gaze to the redhead off to the side and glared in warning. "harry dont do it...whatever your planning with You Know Who...don't. We can handle it."

Tears sprang up and pourd down harry's cheeks as he listened to his best mate, thanfully praying to every god he could think of that he still belived in him. He was filled with pride for Ron, admiration, grattitude...determination. as if sensing an impending struggle, the curse riddled his body with that electric current, pushing down harder on his force of will. Harry cringed with pain, but he pushed back just as hard, fighting tooth and fucking nail to accomplish his goal.

His thumb twitched, and he pulled back, exhausted and all but panting. He coulod do it, he could fight the curse even when voldemort wanted him completely still...he could fight it...not with his mind...he had to will it.

Voldemort snickered and harry was made to stand.

"Harry why dont you go over and teach the blood traitors some manners?"

I will give you a choice, little griffindor. harry growled in response as he stood towering over his freinds. Kill your freinds...put them out of thier mysery like you wish. But you will never be released. You will live eternally, a slave of all trades, and i will make sure you suffer pain more excruciating than the cruciatus every moment of that life.

And my other choice?

They live to watch you be ravaged...

no.

and afterwords i exterminate you with the rest of them.

"Harry..."neville looked up at him, hermione luna and Ron all wearing the same look of pride. they were proud of him...after everything they had seen...they still belived in him. "We can handle it...but if YOU cant, who are we to judge?"

"Do what he wants, harry..." hermione smiled sadly. "We all die someday."

"Its just a matter of when, mate."

"Be brave harry potter." Luna cooed. "Be brave-" Her voice suddenly grew harsh, high pitched and mennacing. "and make the same mistakes your filthy moodblood mother did." Luna stood up, her face shifting into that of voldemorts. With a scream he backed away, bumping into another body. He turned and ron was there, his facial features shifting as well, hermione and nevile closing in on him with the others, thier hair falling out as they grew taller.

Blood ran from thier eyes, thier dementor, like hands reaching out to him stroking his cheek and gripping at his neck as he was slowly smothered, screaming at the top of his lungs ...

"AAAAAHH!" Harry awoke with a jolt, his body shivering in a cold sweat as he sat up, running a hand through his hair, panting heavily from exhertion. His eyes were shut tight, his hand rubbing over them to wipe the sleep from the corners. It never happened...he was still hiding in the Room of requirement, today was the day...

"Bout time you woke up..." Harry looked to his side, expecting to see ron in his hammok. The sneering face of draco malfoy peered back at him from the other side of a barred door. What was going on? He looked around frantically, he was in a cell. Where?

"If your looking for a way out, there isnt one. i've already tried." Draco leaned back against the damp stone wall, his hair for once was in dissarray, his face filthy. "not unless you count when they decide to start dragging us out for target practice."

Everything was slowly comming back, the final battle, the curse, his friends...it was all real up until voldemort had finished with him. He had watched as his freinds died, glaring hatefully at his "betrayal"...

"How long have we been here?" harry asked, not bothering to question why draco was here. He already remembered Dracos attempt to sneak him away during a celebratory meeting, he and his father being assigned the scut work of keeping watch. Lucius was slimier that he could have ever envisioned; ratting on his own son.

"Lost it again?" draco allowed himself a half hearted laugh. "Do you know how many times ive had to explain to you whats happened?"

"Lost what?" harry leaned back, surprised he was virtually unblemished and propped his arms on his knees.

"You memory, numb nuts. That hit to the head fucked you up." the blonde sighed, lifting a jawbone from the floor and began to run it through his hair. Harry had a feeling that wasnt the first time. Typical malfoy, vain to the highest degree. "About two months. your immortal, according to the Dark Lord...thats why your still here after so long...i still dont know why im alive after so long."

"Probably Bellatrix."

"why do you say that?" draco tossed the bone to harry. He guessed he had been using it too...go figure.

"She cares about you too much." he ran the makeshift comb through his hair, which he culd see had grown to his shoulders. "Voldemort wouldn't kill someone she loved...much as i find it hard to belive she can."

"Why on earth would he even care?" Harry shrugged.

"Why would he kiss her through me?" Harry almost found it funny, by now. voldemort had such a high opinion of himself, that he couldnt "lower" himself to kissing the woman he lusted after.

"good point." thier conversation went on for the rest of the day, and harry was surprised to find him rather good company. If he could go back, he would have attempted to be freinds with him...maybe he would have turned out to be a decent bloke a little faster.

It was when that through passed through his mind that the sound of crashing metal echoed through the dungeons. the two stared at the floor and went silent, doing thier best to look miserable. No point encouraging thier captors.

"well well well...lookit what we have here." Harry glanced up to see a rather large group of deatheaters, Fenrir at the front, all congrigated outside his cell. He grunted and looked back down, drawing his finger over the dirt. "Harry Potter all alone down here with nobody to play with."

"Its a right shame isnt it, lads?" this voice sounded less familiar. "His freinds arent here to keep him company." a few deep chuckles sent a shiver down harrys spine. this couldnt be good. "I reckon we should show him a good time, yeah?" Harry's irritation with them was steadily rising.

"Entertain him, we should."

"come here lad." Alright that was enough!

::Bugger off!:: Harry hissed, and tossed a themour in thier direction, the bone clanging against the metal. This only made them laugh.

"Feisty little prat isnt he?"

"Little shit would probably bite our balls off if we tried anything..." one said warily.

"That can be easily remedied." Fenrir purred, leading them out. "I am sure the Dark Lord will assist if we offer the ..." his voice faded out as they left the dungeons, the door slamming behind them.

Harry and draco exchanged worried expressions.

"If you want...I'll turn away when it happens." Harry nodded, feeling the color drain from his face.

"Thanks, mate..."