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Mistress SLytherin

WARNINGS:

VIOLENCE

HOMOSEXUAL RELATIONSHIP

ADULT THEMES

AU

BLOOD/BLOOD PLAY(NOT REALLY THOUGH JUST VAMPIRES...)

SEXUAL ABUSE

(let me know if I missed any?)

Mistress Slytherin

Chapter 7

The morning of the winter solstice Harry woke abruptly his face wet with tears and his eyes wide as he stared sightlessly at the ceiling. His lungs burned and ached again and he felt an overwhelming sense of confusion and loss. He stumbled out of bed and towards the bathroom splashing cold water on his face. Ron and Hermione, his best friends, people he'd been a first year with- only that wasn't true! Harry had gone with Draco, had waved good bye to Bella and had looked forward to stretching his wings and achieving his own goals. Casting a charm he noticed that it was only two in the morning. He sighed knowing that there was no way that he would be able to sleep again and rubbed his chest as he slipped silently out of the bedroom and into the common room intent on studying for a while.

He gasped when instead Severus' hand shot out and pulled him into one of the spare bedrooms.

"You said you were thinking of cutting your hair." Severus whispered harshly as he pushed the door closed and towered over Harry his eyes dark and glittering. "Were you teasing me Harry?" The man demanded his hands sliding down Harry's arms and capturing his hands lifting them until his hands settled beside his head. Harry felt his breath catch. Half terrified and half hopeful he could only make an odd sound that caused Severus to whisper a silencing charm before pressing the length of his body against Harry's. "I don't like being teased." Severus said leaning closer and nipping sharply on his neck. Harry let out a strangled sound and gasped when the man's tongue followed the pain turning it into something far more dangerous.

"Severus!" Harry rasped. He was scared- a part of him was terrified of this but another part of him wanted to prove himself somehow. A mouth sealed over his the movements rough and careless as teeth clacked and cut through his lip making it bleed. Harry realized that fear was quickly outweighing everything else but he was frozen and his body had a mind of its own. He gasped as he was pulled away from the door suddenly and thrown across the room and onto the bed. He tried to scream when Severus pointed his wand at him too quickly for him to do anything about the spell while fighting the bonds that suddenly stretched from the headboard and wrapped around his wrists.

"I don't want you waking the others now do I?" Severus said his dark eyes glittering his sneer taunting and visible as Harry's voice refused to come out and make any noise. Severus prowled closer to his bed and Harry gasped as he caught sight of the slight rippling in the man's skin.

Polyjuice.

The man crossed the room and laid over him eyes mad as they shifted from black to gray.

"Think I'm going to rape you Harry?" Sirius voice echoed through the room and Harry whimpered silently as the man's hips ground down on him. "I should you little cock sucker- spreading your legs for the old grease ball? Little whore." Sirius sneered thrusting down on him. Harry was terrified, disgusted, hurt and ill all at the same time. "Lucius wouldn't fuck the little boy so you turned to the old perv Snape instead? Of course Snape would want to fuck you, why else would he spend so much time around little boys like you?" Sirius said. Harry felt the man harden under his robes and to his horror Sirius reached down and unbuckled his trousers scooting up and looming over him. "You make me sick, it's only the thought of killing you, of tearing you down until you shatter to the ground like a violated little tool that gets me up." Sirius said casting another spell at Harry who silently screamed as his jaw seemed to unhook its self opening wide. Harry felt tears run down his face.

No!

Sirius thrust his erection into Harry's mouth and Harry gagged and choked. Sirius gasped and tilted his head back shoving himself into Harry's mouth and throat over and over again not caring that Harry couldn't breathe. Harry stared at Sirius and felt tears burn in his eyes. Not this- he couldn't! He swore never again to allow Sirius to break him! Closing his eyes he focused relying on the star fire diamonds in his circlet to center his magic. There was a squelch and a grunt above him and Harry opened his eyes glaring up at Sirius as a blade embedded its self deeply into Sirius' back. Sirius in his momentary distraction missed the ties which slackened over Harry's wrist. Harry broke past the spells and sent Sirius flying across the room. Sirius landed in an awkward crouch and Harry cancelled the spell on his jaw.

Harry flew.

In an instant he was across the room and Sirius was bound to the floor on his back letting out a gasp as the blade was torn from him before moving down wards, down, down to that disgusting thing that made Harry ill just at the thought of touching it.

Slice.

Sirius' screams echoed through the room his eyes wide and bulging with madness as Harry lifted the man's flesh and shoved it into Sirius' mouth making him gag on it.

Slice, slice!

Harry shoved it all into Sirius' mouth and cast a curse on his lips sewing them shut. Harry brought down his blade again and again and again losing himself to the rhythm until Sirius stopped jerking and blood soaked the floor around him. Harry stared down into Sirius' dead eyes and a rabid scream left him as he struck out tearing them out with his bare hands so that they could never ever look at him again. Harry turned to the side and threw up. When he could breathe again he found himself staring into a pile of sand and blood.

He shivered as terror echoed through him and suddenly even this wasn't enough. He took his wand and pointed it at Sirius cutting his head from his shoulders, his arm from his body and his torso in half.

"Stupify."

Harry gasped in shock as he felt the spell hit. His body tipped to the side and hopelessly he stared at the window as a single white line appeared on the ice shield. The crack sounded like thunder as it rolled through the air and soon a deafening roar burst forth.

"This is for my mother and father Potter." Said a voice. Harry couldn't even wince as a burst of agony tore through him as a shoe crashed into his nose. Harry struggled to overcome the spell but before he could something was placed under his nose and the world spiraled out of control.

George Stanford looked down at Harry Potter in anger and disgust before gripping Potter by the hair and dragging him to the common room. Black had broken his cover, the man was supposed to take care of Potter while he took care of Malfoy but by the time he'd managed to disarm Malfoy and subdue the vampire Black was on the ground dead and looking like that. Whatever doubts George had about Potter being like his mother were removed from him the moment he waked in and saw the state Black was in.

He had a problem now though, he couldn't possibly manage to sneak all three down to the basement level and activate the portkey, even with magic it would be impossible! Besides, Sirius had the other portkey; this one would only take one. Still he supposed that Potter was the most important one, he was their leader after all. He glanced up as he heard the Order of the Phoenix attack the wards with all their strength the sound terrifying. With a determined nod he levitated Potter and slipped into one of the side passages clamoring through the dark and damp hardly daring to breathe as the sounds of fighting echoed through the air above. The castle was groaning and George shivered as he hurried down the steps, down, down and down only to gasp when the steps smoothed out suddenly and he was sliding fast, too fast down a slope with no way of stopping as he and Potter rolled landing in a heap at the bottom. George's eyes widened as the walls closed in suddenly leaving him stranded in a box just big enough for him and Potter. There were no doors or windows- no way out.

The castle had turned against him.

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"-well I don't care now do I?! The signal is down here- come on you useless idiot, the others will get Stanford if he's downstairs-ha! Look at this! Bloody pompous brats get a shield- look at the- aaaaaahhhhaah!"

Draco wanted to cry.

Try as he might the bindings around him were too strong, and in the last hour he'd done everything to get out. Now he had a choice. There was a small light flashing on the long metal ropes around them. He focused hard and in his desperation his magic responded and the little light on Sasha's bindings shattered. Draco glanced at the door as the sounds of fighting arose in the common room. They had no way of knowing that the three of them had been sharing a room, they wouldn't know that there was another person in this room. Draco used his feet and pushed Sasha wriggling around until she was pushed under the bed completely silent and still. He grabbed the blankets with his teeth and yanked them until they pooled down halfway, enough to stay up on the bed but enough to hide the gap under the bed. Draco rolled towards the dresser now and focused again his mind spinning as he pulled the small pouch of knifes the dark lord had given him down and managed to wriggle one into his hands. He knew he wouldn't have time to do much but Harry could still be out there and there was no chance in hell he was going to let them have him! The knife cut through the solid steel as though it was aluminum and with some quick wriggling he was free.

Draco managed to take hold of his wand just as the door opened and two men entered the room. One was a brute of a man, tall and thick with long bloody gashes down his throat and chest and dark wild eyes. The other was a willowy man with tawny hair and a worried and annoyed expression.

"Where is Harry?" Draco demanded his wand out and level with the men his other hand gripping his knives hoping that he wouldn't have to use them.

"Ha! The brat was actually worth something after all! He must ta' already taken Potter to the basement, poor idiot walking into the crypts like tha'!" Draco felt sick dread in the pit of his stomach. He took a deep breath and readied his wand.

Harry needed him.

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Harry gasped as he finally managed to break past the curse. In the small square room the other boy rocked back and forth and wept while the sounds of explosions rang through the air.

"Harry?" Harry gasped as a form materialized before him. Günter looked down at him his image looking apologetic. "I can't keep them safe on my own Harry." Günter said his voice oddly warped. Harry panted ignoring the sticky agony that was his nose. "They've gotten past the wards and I've sent nearly everything after them but they had an entire pack of werewolves." Günter said his image appearing ghostly. I'm doing everything I can." Harry felt the castle lurch in response to this and groaned as he was shifted and slammed against the wall.

"Get me free." Harry whispered. Günter glanced over his shoulder before nodding. The other boy, the one that had captured him let out a scream when the walls suddenly moved and attached themselves to the metal coils surrounding Harry. An instant later the coils fell free and Harry stood.

"Help me Harry!" Günter pleaded desperately. Harry panted and nodded reaching into his pocket and pulling out a potion drinking it down. He felt the energy rush through him, the increase in strength and stamina. The other boy let out a piteous whimper as Harry bound him with just a flick of his wand.

"I'm going to make you wish that you'd never set eyes on me." Harry said his eyes glowing red in the semi-dark before suddenly he was moving.

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The dark lord gasped softly as his blade reacted to its twin being pulled. No sooner did he pull on his cloak then Lucius was striding into the room his expression pinched and his skin pale.

"There's been an attack on Durmstrang all defenses are down!" Lucius said fear hiding deep in his eyes.

"Come!" Voldemort hissed in fury.

If they so much as touched a single hair on Harry Potter's head then they regret this!

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Harry was less of a human and more of an animal now, there were so many emotions that warred and raged inside of him, emotions that needed an outlet and now he'd found one. After it was all over, the few that lived would tell the tale of the dark lord's heir, the Elite. They would tell of how he appeared to be more a demon sprung up from hell then a young man. Harry Potter moved quickly and with a grace reminiscent of the late Bellatrix Lestrange his motions were fluid and brutal.

Harry let out a snarl as a werewolf managed to catch hold of his loosed hair with one bitter vicious swipe of his blade Harry cut his hair away and then cut through the neck of the werewolf. He stared at the cut hair for a in instant in the reflection in the growing pool of blood. Something ached in the pit of his stomach. Harry let out a scream and with a second spell cut away the rest of his hair leaving it short and messy.

A roar sounded behind him and Harry's anger and hurt, all that he gathered up and hid inside him poured out. The smell of blood and ashes filled the air, the feel of matted fur and flesh tearing was embedded in his hands. He was mindless now, a jumping, sliding dashing, spinning whirl of violence and hatred. The dead from the catacombs joined at one point and Harry was surprised to find them take directions as he led them like an army against the onslaught.

"HARRY!" Harry spun and caught sight of Draco. He was incapable of words at that point he simply lifted his blade and let out a yell. Draco grinned in relief and mirrored his cry before pushing his way through the stinking bodies and slick blood until he could stand beside Harry.

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"My lord!" Lucius gasped when they arrived. Great, massive chunks of ice were like mountains where they had fallen around the wards. Lucius stood atop one and stared down at something that Voldemort couldn't see where he was standing. Fearing the worst the dark lord climbed the slope quickly his breath hitching at what he could see.

Harry and Draco stood in the front, his Elite stood at the front line of battle glorious and powerful, deadly with every move- everything he had envisioned, and behind them was an army of the dead brought back to life to fight. He watched Harry lift his wand a great red beam erupting from the tip.

"Günter! DEFEND YOUR LAND!" Harry's voice carried the command. Werewolves howled and snarled, giants let out furious snorting grunts and stomped their feet while wizards stood in stunned horrified silence as the two sides charged at each other.

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Harry and Draco worked fluidly together. Draco to his surprise was just as brutal as he was and despite the slight tremor in his hands Draco faced the enemy fearlessly. Harry felt the statues come alive around him, walls and walls of statues, creatures and trolls, brass, iron and the black sleek rock that made up the castle, hundreds, thousands of them alive, stomping forward with purpose. Harry tossed Draco a potion and Draco drank it without a thought the vial crushed under their feet as they pushed forward the pepper-up giving Draco the push he needed. Harry ducked as a werewolf struck out with his claws and in an instant Harry had the creature howling on his knees stomach torn open before Harry put it out of its misery and attacked with a solid blow to the back of his head. Harry spun as the first agonized scream broke through the air, the pale blue gave way to pinks and gold, Harry had never been more glad to see a sunrise.

He and Draco caught each other's gaze and they let out a laugh before rushing forward and attacking the falling werewolves while gargoyles and statues and the dead followed behind them spreading out like a poison taking down giants and wizards alike.

Harry snatched hold of a bit of dirty ragged cloth on a troll and using the momentum from his run leapt up to the troll's neck gripping it before casting a curse and crushing it's scull. As the troll fell he leapt through the air and landed on a giant, casting another curse and setting a troll on fire while he used every curse he could think of to bring the monstrous giant down.

"HARRY!" Harry nearly stumbled where he fell as Draco's panicked cry echoed through the air. Harry let out a snarl when he saw the wizard gripping Draco tightly metal coils springing out around Draco. Harry leapt harder than he could ever remember leaping but he was too late- in a blur of motion the activated portkey took Draco away. Harry stared at the blank space before him for a moment.

"Draco." He breathed.

"SON!" He heard echoed behind him. Harry felt something shiver inside him. "DRACO!" Lucius' voice rang through the air.

Something snapped inside of Harry.

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