When he looked to his left he saw Luna Lovegood. The death eaters had not managed to break her Ravenclaw spirit. Every day she would swear she has seen a nargle fly past the workers or another magical creature she was sure exsisted but didn't. Her waist long, blonde hair now faded behind grime and her blue eye were red in the corners where sut had invaded her work place.
"Oi you, shut it or your skin will match you 'air by the time I'm done with ya!
Neville looked round. Macnair had moved away from Ginny Weasley who caught his eye. She'd been crying again. Working along side the rest of her siblings whilst her parents were held in the prison, she had not spoken a word since. George had not told a joke since. Ginny has good reason to cry, thought Neville sympathetically. Her scared hands scrubbed the new floors as her sobs broke out again.
"OI"
Neville couldn't look. He heard the whip crack one, two, three and more times. This wasn't the wizarding world. Dumbledore had not died for this. Niether had his friends. The halls of Hogwarts were not meant to contain sluggish, inpassive and distraught students and professors, set to work by the dark side. Hermione had not been slaughtered for this. She died saving Hogwarts. Ron had not commited sucide for this. Found on the ground floor, splashed in his own blood. And Harry Potter had died for them all. Died in vain.
"This. Ends. Soon." gritted Neville to himself as he hammered the new metal gate into place. "Dumbledore's army"
Today was the thirthy first of July; his pet's birthday. Now he was eighteen years old, no longer a child. Of course his pet had only known it was his birthday today the previous day and what a lovely day it would be. Sitting in his study he reminised over the memories of when he first gained control of his pet's puppet strings. The way his eyes had glazed over in bliss and his devotion speech with each word of it slurred with a childish and submissive voice. Voldemort grinned and licked his lips with his forked tongue.
The evil ruler was once again lost in the drunken feeling of power he had over the boy now, making him his pet, making him cry when he wanted to hear him sob, making him sing to him when he was depressed or as the little one bathed him, making him moan and whitre and scream release when he took him. It was nearly nine o'clock. He had let his little lion sleep for an extra hour as one of the many gifts he was to shower him with today. Last night he had allowed his Precious to fall into a natural sleep as he no longer needed the trance induced sleep that Voldemort always put him in. Sometimes, when Voldemort has let him slumber naturally, his little cub would remember his previous life and cause himself so much distress he would be ill for days on end but the Dark Lord had been assured that it would stop soon. Harry was a good submissive pet. He was a tamed lion.
How surprised would his slaves be when they saw their once savior in the comfort of his lap tonight? How would they react? He did so hope a riot would not break out and disturb his pet.
It was now five past nine. Harry had over slept. Time for the celebrations to begin.
***
Neville seized his chance. His half an hour lunch was to be the most productive half an hour in his life. He seized Luna by the forearm and nodded his head at Ginny when he stalked past her. She followed him. They settled on some discarded grass away from the death eaters but still in reach of the guarding giants so they would not be watched like hawkes.
"Hello Neville, you seem flustered...you had a lot of nargles by you this morning though." He ignored Luna as she turned her blue orbs for eyes towards Ginny. "Hi Ginny, don't cry. Remember what my mother said; "things always-"".
"Always h-have a way of comin-ing back to us" hiccupped Ginny and politley smiled. "I know" "Look" Neville hunched inwards towards the two girls. "This ends tonight. I say we take matters into our own hands-" "Neville please!" Ginny looked at the floor "I- I can't! I've lost a best friend, two of my brothers and my boyfriend b-because of this war! I'm not losing anyone else!" She shook her head and her hands met her face. "I'm sorry" Luna breezed over to her "S'alright but you do know Neville hadn't finished? Go on Neville" He slunked towards Ginny. He removed her hands from her face and tucked them tightly into each of his cut hands. He looked down at her wrists which had faint lines on them and swallowed. "Ginny, listen to me. You are here for a purpose. All three of us are here for a purpose! We need to fight. Why did you join Dumbledore's army two years ago, hm?"
"To stop Voldemort...and for Harry" she whispered as Luna nodded her approval. "Yeah and look what we did in that year! We defeated death eaters and-"
"They weren't as strong as they are now!"
"Listen! Harry fought Voldemort every year since being at Hogwarts. He was your boyfriend, Ginny, why won't you fight for him? Fight for your family! Fight for yourself! Your better then this! Where IS Ginny Weasley, that girl that used to scare me!"
She laughed dully and Luna patted her back.
"Ginny please?"
She gazed upwards then down again. Neville turned to Luna. "What about you, Loony?"
"I think this plan is exceptional ordinary, but it's a plan none of the less. Come on, Ginny. We can be the new trio."
She grinned as Ginny sniffed, sighed then looked up to the sky. Seconds ticked past.
"I...I'll do it." She closed her eyes. "For my trio" Neville and Luna exchanged grins as Ginny looked back down at him. He explained she would need to inform and persuade her family about the plan. It wouldn't take much. He knew the weasley brothers all wanted revenge. Luna would have to persuade her father to as he was still publisher and editor of the Quibbler.
Bellatrix spotted the over grown brats. "Having a nice mother's meeting are we?" She sauntered over to them with an irregluar skip in her step. She first spotted Ginny's tear stained face. "Aw, don't cry Ginge. Mr Longbottom chatting you up is he?" She scoulded at Neville. "I saw mum and dad the other day Longbottom, they don't half mumble do they?"
She cackled as he launched himself at her but he was no match for crucio. "When are you going to get the hint Neville? Mommy and Daddy aren't proud of you and think your a kettle. So give up."
As he lay panting she kicked dirt in his eyes and he felt Ginny and Luna rush to his side.
"You've got ten minutes left of some freedom and then off to your chambers. The dark lord wants to see every filthy little prisnor tonight. He has a special suprise...enjoy" And with one final spit ball at Ginny she scurred off towards some traumatic first years.
"Your right Neville, this ends tonight" Ginny whispered. "For Hermione" said Neville "For Ron" said Luna "For Harry" said Ginny
****
As soon as the latch clicked on the door, his ears were filled with the sound of deep breathing that carried a little huskiness. He turned to the heath rug situated infront of the fireplace in the grand chamber where there lay his great snake Nagini.
"Still sound asleep I see Nagini?" She hissed a calming "yes" and slithered to his side as he paced towards his young lover. "No nightmares since I have left, I hope?"
"No milord, he has been stress free" Each word slithered from the python's mammal eating mouth.
"Good" He motioned for the heavy curtains to open and to let the sunlight in. The light hit his little lion's form perfectly making him appear ghost like. Still in the spooning position Voldemort had reluctantly left him in, Harry didn't even stir when the bed dipped behind him and Voldemort curled around him, engulfing him with his body.
"So sweet...so vunerable." He began to hoist his little lion's body upwards until Harry rested leaning on Voldemort's chest as he sat upright. The little lion was still slumpted with slumber and had only sighed at the disturbance. Voldemort claimed the nearest ear lobe with his lips finally producing a shiver.
"Happy Birthday to you" sang Voldemort between kisses. Harry began to stir.
"Happy Birthday to you...happy birthday little Harry...Happy birthday to you" and with the final word green eyes opened with a yawn and the younger wizard strecthed whilst the old wizard trailed spider like hands all over his chest where the blankets had unravelled. Small arms interlocked around Voldemort's neck enabling the youner to stretch again. The back arched and the head rolled backwards then snapped back into place as the nipples became pink peaks in his Master's fingers.
"Such a beautiful little prince you are. What would I do with out you" His prince rotated his head to face him as his eyes travelled up from Voldemort's shapeless mouth to those crimson orbs that made a surpressed groan of want escape.
"How can I be little if I am eighteen, master" grinned those plump red lips. He laughed as Voldemort chuckled deeply.
"So wise, aren't you?" He began to trail down onto the pillows so he now straddled Harry who's emerald eyes giggled from behind wonky glasses at the feeling of his upper body contacting with his master's cloak. He stalked his lover's face eyes and occansionally his lips; that hair that spun and flicked out on the pillow; the visable dots of stubble which were in need of trimming again; then those eyes; that nose; those lips which he claimed possively. After the kissing session ended, Voldemort removed the arms from his neck so he could hold each hand in one of his own and chuckled when Harry blinked up at him, flushed and pink, and titled his head to one side. Innocence ran deep in the youthful face.
"I have many gifts for my little Harry today. He shall be showered from head to toe in them. You know Master loves you a lot, do you not my Sweet?"
Harry hummed. Wriggling under Voldemort he moved his hips upwards once to show his approval.
"Good boy. Are you hungary?"
Right on cue Harry's stomach grumbled.
"But of course you are. My cum won't always fill you up, will it Sweetheart? Then again it is your favourite, isn't it?"
He darkly chuckled again as Harry let out a girlish giggle before biting his lips and averting his eyes whilst he blushed even more. Removing himself off of his young lover he pulled Harry bridal style over his lap and rested the younger's head on his shoulder. He played with the displayed nipples and semi-erection until his pet flung his head for a second and was rock hard. Whilst Harry sighed and snuggled, he summoned breakfast for him. As the spoon of porridge entered Harry's mouth the Dark ruler nestled his hand in the ebony locks. Both Harry's hair and skin were equally soft.
"When can I open my presents, Master?" the cheeky voice said before swallowing another mouthful of the warm broth. "You know I'm impatient!"
"Soon, my lover, soon. You must eat first." He averted his eyes down to his little Lion's face as the lips enclosed over another spoonful of porridge and the emerald gems closed as he swallowed. He loved feeding time. The way the porridge lay on his angel's face reminded him of when given Harry his first ever breakfast: his cock full of cum."But there is one thing I need to tell you my Darling." He trailed off until Harry looked up at him, porridge on the corner of his mouth. "We are moving. Tonight."
"Oh?" questioned Harry.
"Yes, to a big castle. Master had it built specially for you. You can have your own room, and study, and bathroom and a garden where you can walk with Master. You like castles don't you Sweet?"
"Yes!" Porridge dripped from the exclaiming mouth. "How did Master know?"
"Master knows everything. But that is all you are knowing for now." He wipped the chin and mouth. "You cheeky little Lion"
Another girlish giggle. He explained to little Lion that once they were at the castle he had another surprise or maybe two surprises. Harry smiled broadley and told him what a merciful, macnificent and loving Master he had. Yes, today was going to be lovely.
When the bowl of porridge had been demolished, Voldemort made it disappear in a cloud of smoke. In a swift movement he was once again straddling Harry who didn't complain. Lips locked for a moment or two then Harry's neck was manipulated. Harry purred.
"Little Lion deserves all the pleasure Master can give to him. Infact, little Lion will recieve all Master's pleasure today." With that he swooped down with his forked tongue across Harry's bear body, dipped and gnawing all the joints and limbs as his pet arched and his hips danced.
A thought pressed Harry though. "Master, where is your breakfast?"
"Oh don't worry pet" He chuckled another dark chuckle. "I'll be full up by the time I am done with you." and with that he plundged his serpent mouth onto Harry's erection.