WARNING: This chapter contains oral rape and anal rape with an object. Along with some torture. Hopefully this will be the last chapter this gory, but Severus and Lucius need to understand just the full implications of all that's happening. But hopefully Dudley's a nice compensation. This made me a little uneasy to write, and I did warn you, so I hope that you're not too cruel with your reviews. I rather you not review than say something too hurtful or degrading. I'm a learning, budding writer, and testing different plots and waters. But you have been warned!
"BOY! WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT HURTING DUDLEY?"
The echoing roar shook the house, and both snakes under the bed flinched. In comparison, Harry's plead sounded terribly small.
"I didn't mean to Uncle Vernon. M'sorry! M'sorry m'sorry m'sorry…" He repeated this over and over, each one louder than the last as, with great pounding footsteps, his uncle dragged him up the stairs and into his room.
The door was flung open with a BANG and only Harry's choked sob masked Lucius' yelp of shock at the sound.
"Your Aunt Petunia's out for the day, so your pathetic screams won't damage her delicate dispositions. You're gonna pay for harmin' our Dudley freak!" Potter just whimpered and curled into a ball, trying to protect his head and face, crying a steady litany of 'please please please m'sorry m'sorry m'sorry!'
The whale of a man slammed the door shut before unclipping his belt and grabbing the strap, bringing the buckle down with sickening force upon the frail child's back.
The boy didn't make a sound… at first. But by the time thirty slashes had passed, the child was crying and screaming at every blow, blood spraying the floor, ceiling, walls; and dripping down his body.
Finally, after an eternity, when the boy could no longer make a sound because he'd screamed his throat bloody, the monster stopped. But it was obvious he'd only stopped because he was worn out, not out of any pity or remorse.
The whipping was done, but it seemed the torture wasn't.
Lucius and Severus could only watch in sickened horror as the Beast tossed the belt on the floor and grabbed Harry by his hair, wrenching the pale, tear-streaked face up and pressing it to the- Lucius wretched under the bed- noticeable bulge in his blood-spattered pants.
"Look you freak, you've caused another problem! Now fix it!" And he slapped the boy in the face, pulling him from the brink of unconsciousness. With trembling, blood-soaked fingers, Harry unzipped his Uncle's pants and released his large, red, weeping dick.
It seemed the Beast had used up the last of him patience, for he seized Harry's head and shoved his dick in his mouth, furiously face-fucking him, grunting and groaning all the while.
Harry, meanwhile, was crying again, blood and tears and snot running down his face, trying to breath and failing, choking, around the large intrusion in his mouth.
Severus wouldn't- couldn't- watch anymore, and buried his face in his paws, body wracked with silent sobs of anguish. He could tell when the Beast finished, because there was a large drawn-out moan followed by Harry's panting, sobbing coughs.
"I'd love to fuck you whore, but, since you were so good, I won't." Severus opened his eyes to just barely catch Potter's half-way hopeful expression before the whale continued.
"But, since you thought you could kick Dudley's balls, he shall be allowed to have his revenge." The Beast lumbered over to the door before opening it and calling out, "DUDLEY!"
"Nonononono please please please Uncle Vernon, I'll be good, I'll clean the whole house, I won't eat for a week, please I'll do anything, just please not again, not so soon." Harry sobbed, crouching down, trying to make himself as small as possible.
"Yes father?" Dudley walked into the room, totally unfazed, as though his cousin's screams hadn't just been echoing through the house, as if his father's half-hard cock wasn't still hanging out from his trousers. "What did you want? Do you need me to get my Smeltings stick for the freak?"
The Beast smiled proudly at his son while Lucius gagged again. "No son, but I thought you might want revenge on the whore for what he did to you yesterday. So you can have him, do anything to him, for daring to act out against his betters. He's yours for the whole day." Harry sobbed brokenly from the floor.
The pig leered lasciviously at his cousin. "Thank you father. Will you be watching this time?"
The Beast shook his head. "No, I've got to get cleaned up, I've got a meeting at the company in thirty minutes. The freak made a mess of my good clothes." He kicked Harry in the side and Severus flinched and Harry gave a nearly silent cry as one of his ribs snapped.
The Beast patted his son on the shoulder as he made his way out of the room. "Have fun Dudley."
Dudley smirked at his father, eyes never leaving Harry's trembling form. "Oh I will father."
The monster shut the door behind him, chuckling as he did the locks on the door, trapping Harry in with the mini-whale, the monster-in-training.
Harry looked up at his cousin tentatively. "D-Duds? I-is it y-you?"
Dudley waited until the avalanche-esque footsteps receded and the shower turned on before he gave a sigh of relief before collapsing on the floor next to Harry, shaking and pulling the bloodied form into his arms, crying and rocking the sobbing Harry back and forth.
To say Lucius and Severus were shocked and confused was an understatement, but their questions were soon answered.
"I'm so so so sorry Harry… I couldn't… It had to be an even day, didn't it? I couldn't stop myself, and I tried, I really did, but I told him and he got so mad and…" Dudley was rambling, hugging his cousin as tightly as he dared with his open, gaping wounds.
"Shhshhshh… S'not your f-fault D-Duds… F-for some reason th-the spell d-doesn't work on k-kids so w-well. If you weren't yourself on the odd days of the week, or if you'd messed up and made y-your p-parents suspicious, you'd either b-be in m-my place o-or D-Dumbled-dick'd come and f-find something d-different f-for you. And then wh-where'd I b-be?"
"I know Har… I know. But it doesn't make it any b-better to see my f-father do that to you." Dudley began tenderly stroking and petting Harry's hair, running his fingers through it softly. Harry sighed and leaned into the gentle touch, relishing it. "I wish there was an antidote, or something, to make them better."
Harry nodded before wincing, head protesting the movement. "I know. I f-found out what p-potion he used, but s-since it's been in effect for so long, and it was b-built on already-there feelings of hatred, there's n-nothing I can d-do. It's been t-too long, and even if I gave them the cure, they'd continue on the same. Uncle V-Vernon's so much more v-violent than Aunt P-Petunia because his hatred was so much m-more st-stronger. S'matter of fact, there's a strong p-possibility that, even without Dumbled-dick's outside influence, he'd have b-been abusive. Maybe not s-so heinously, but the p-potion only magnifies the strongest negative emotion. Aunt Petunia's was disgust, and you can see how she can't bear to touch me or allow me to contaminate her house, making me clean obsessively and sleep in the cupboard under the stairs. Uncle Vernon's was hatred and, well, you can see how that turned out." Harry chuckled dully before coughing brokenly, splattering his hand in blood.
"I th-think it was on the l-letter that the h-headmas-ster left with me on the d-doorstep. Wh-when they r-read it, th-they were c-contaminated. I asked Hermione if the p-potion'd work on a b-baby, b-but she said that it wouldn't, s-since no baby feels any truly negative emotions, and no baby is evil. S-so A-Aunty passed it to you, but it d-didn't take e-effect 'til U-Uncle Vernon started t-teaching y-you to hate the f-freak. B-but you n-never really h-hated me, just w-wanted to m-make your father p-proud. S-so the p-potion found a glitch, and you're n-normal sometimes… but only on the odd d-days o-of the w-week."
Harry groaned as he shifted, wheezing as his breath became labored. Lucius and Severus looked at eachother, sick and nauseous, as they realized what Albus had done, how far he was willing to go. And it was Severus' turn to be violently sick under the bed, as he remembered that day, when the headmaster had asked him to brew that potion special, for a secret project. His potion. His hands had created this.
Dudley sobbed and nodded, understanding. He tried a watery grin, trying to alleviate the tension and switch topics. It seemed like he was prolonging something, but the two invisible Slytherins didn't want to think about anything but the here and now; because if they did, they'd drown in despair.
Six more days…
"How did you manage to get that information from the Mudblood? I thought Dumbledick was paying her to be your friend, so how did you fool her." Harry grinned, teeth stained with blood.
"I just told her it was for an extra-credit essay for potions, in hopes I could increase my grade. To her knowledge, I failed miserably, but she was satisfied with what she called, a 'commendable effort'."
Despite the situation, Severus couldn't help but be impressed with Potter's very Slytherin tactic.
Dudley grinned and chuckled once, before going silent. Harry stiffened, as if preparing himself for something.
"You kn-know you're g-going to have to do it at l-least once Dud, or Uncle V-Vernon'll get suspicious."
"I know… but I don't want to! I don't want to cause you any more pain!" Harry gently touched Dudley's face.
"I'm s-sorry… but I'll try this year to either k-kill or j-join V-Voldyshorts… M-maybe I c-can take him down b-before he k-kills me… but either way, I w-won't b-be returning n-next s-summer, and y-you'll n-never have to do this again. B-but if we don't do this n-now… Uncle V-Vernon'll kill both of us before th-then."
Dudley nodded, still crying, but seeming determined to do something, steeling himself for it. He took off his watch and handed it to Harry, who transfigured it into something oblong that was about seven inches long and two thick, and rounded at the tip. He handed it back to Dudley who accepted it before laying his cousin gently, stomach-down, on the floor.
It wasn't until Dudley started fumbling with his cousin's too-large pants and Harry's breaths became shallow that Lucius and Severus realized- with dawning horror- what they had to do.
In one rough, abrupt move Dudley yanked Harry's pants and boxers down, trying to get this over with as soon as possible.
He placed the transfigured object at his flinching cousin's hole before pausing. "You're… you're gonna have to s-scream, so d-dad thinks I'm… I'm…" He couldn't seem to say it.
"I know Duds. S'okay." Harry reassured, even though his nearly panicked and hoarse voice told otherwise. Dudley nodded before, in one hard, rough thrust, he shoved the object into Harry's arse.
The screams were loud, they were sickening, and they tore at Harry's already abused throat. Despite what he'd said, that it was necessary, Harry still tried to move away from the pain, forcing his sobbing cousin to hold him down while he continued to thrust twice- thrice- five times before yanking it out and throwing it across the room.
Dudley tried to gather his still-sobbing and screaming cousin into his arms, but Harry was too panicked, and began fighting Dudley, trying to get away, trapped in his mind.
Three short raps sounded on the door. "Enjoying yourself in there Dudley?" The monster called through the door.
"Y-yes f-father! Th- ugh!- thanks!" Dudley grunted as Harry's fist connected with his shoulder before he got his arms around him and began rocking and shushing him, trying to sooth his pain.
The Beast, thinking that they were a completely different kind of grunts and screams, just chuckled and said, "That's my boy." Before unlocking the locks and walking away.
They heard the front door slam and the car pull out of the drive.
"He'd gone Har, he's gone. He can't hurt you right now, he's gone." Harry finally collapsed, limp, and sobbed into Dudley's arms. "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry…"
Lucius vomited one last time before passing out in horror, while Severus just froze there, whimpering in emotional anguish, tears pouring from his eyes.
It was worse, far worse, than they'd ever thought or imagined. And as Severus realized that it was only the beginning, that there were still six more days to go, in which only half Harry would have a human ally, he collapsed as well, sinking into blissful oblivion.
The last thing he saw was Dudley trying to staunch the flow of blood with the sparse sheets from Harry's bed, while Harry passed out from the pain and a faint golden glow encompassed him, helping his cousin and stopping the precious red life-blood from escaping his body.
Six more days…