"Carry me through these dark times with your lighted wings." ~By Me Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the other characters J. K. Rowling has the fabulous honor of claiming everything to do with Harry Potter The quote thing above is by me so don't steal it!
Chapter 10: Broken
For the next several days it was a rather strained atmosphere. After the whole bathroom scene, Voldemort allowed Harry to wear his black boxers once more. Just this one simple gesture frightened Harry, because secretly inside he was ecstatic and extremely thankful to Voldemort. Although he was now also allowed to leave the bedroom, he was constantly being watched by Voldemort. Harry was not allowed to leave a five foot perimeter of the Dark Lord when he was not chained up to the bedpost. He was still rather mortified by the fact that yes, Voldemort even followed him into the bathroom as well. When he blushingly questioned why, Voldemort had merely stated that Harry hadn't earned his privacy yet. Which is why he had to ask for anything he needed and also why he was hand-fed his food. Currently Harry was laying curled up on the floor by the sofa where the lord in question was sitting reading a rather worn looking leather-bound book.
Harry nodded off every once in awhile, becoming bored with merely sitting on the floor. He started as he felt a hand card slowly through his hair, which was getting longer by the day it seemed. It's curling tips now brushed his shoulders and it didn't seem like Voldemort minded in the least. He glanced up through the fringe of his hair and looked up at the man. Voldemort continued to read his book, thoroughly immersed it seemed, all but for his hand. Harry almost glared but thought better of it when he felt a twinge up his back. He held back a wince and lowered his eyes again. Voldemort had not healed the lashes on his back for the sole reason of reminding Harry 'what happens to a disobedient pet'. The last two days had been a hellish nightmare filled with nothing but pain and fear. Now he was feeling the consequences of all the pain. He had to watch how he moved or he would rip open the healing scabs on his back, he was constantly plagued with headaches since Voldemort had touched his scar so full of rage, also it hurt to talk or swallow seeing as his throat was bruised from being suffocated and tortured by his collar. Finally, the sound of a book closing heavily made it to his ears.
"Well pet, do you think you would be ready to continue your lessons with Severus? Will you be able to restrain yourself long enough, or do you think you are not yet ready for social contact with anyone?" Voldemort asked sternly as he stared down at him. One hand on his book the other in his hair hold his head back so that he would have to look at him. Harry waited a moment until it became clear that Voldemort wanted him to reply. That was another thing, he was not aloud to speak to anyone other than Voldemort, he was not aloud to speak until spoken to by Voldemort, and was not aloud to broach a subject unless it had already been brought up by Voldemort in that current conversation.
"If you think me ready, then that is all that matters Master." Harry muttered complacently as he lowered his eyes submissively. Fight another day, fight another day, was what he kept muttering to himself in his mind to keep himself from bursting with insults and smacking the hand in his hair away. It seemed his choice of words was correct as he saw Voldemort smirk and then suddenly he was being pulled up by his hair into a crushing kiss. The hand at the back of his head forcing him to stay in place as shock rode his system. He gasped at the suddenness of it all, and instantly felt a tongue invade his mouth. Attempting to jerk back, he curved his back as he squirmed in the mans lap and pushed away with his hands. Seemingly irritated, Voldemort reached around with his free hand and dug his nails into the still fresh lashes on his back. Harry whimpered and keened at the sudden pain and immediately went limp letting the older man plunder the furthest reaches of his mouth.
He furiously blinked away his tears before the other man could see. While the hand on his back remained, the one in his hair loosened and grazed down his side making him shudder at the feather light action. It moved up his chest and down across his abdomen to rest on his thigh where it remained as the man leaned back into the couch leisurely while Harry was forced to straddle him. Every now and then the hand on his back would dig in, and he'd go limp half-laying on the mans chest while the other would rub his thigh and shift to rub his ass. The hand on his back softened and Harry felt the fingers drifting down his spine and as they reached his lower back his whole body shuddered and jerked and to his embarrassment, a moan escaped his lips. The feeling caused by that simple action was intense and made stars burst in front of his eyes. Sensing this, Voldemort kept repeating the action, and to Harry's embarrassment he felt himself grow semi-hard. He brought his hands up to rest on Voldemort's chest as he propped himself up, he squirmed in Voldemort's lap as the hand flitted down his lower spine again which brought a moan out of both their mouths.
Dazed and lost in sensation Harry began kissing fervently back as he rocked forward in the mans lap; loving the feeling of both their erections rubbing against each other. Embarrassed he suppressed the feeling of guilt at allowing himself to act this way with the enemy, as he felt Voldemort's hands rub up his sides roughly and play with his nipples causing him to break the kiss and lean back as his throat was devoured. The sudden sound of knocking broke through the flood of lust and desire that clouded both their minds, as they froze on the couch. Their labored breathing the only sound in the now silent room as they waited for the noise again. Then, the sound of someone knocking heavily on the door echoed throughout the room. Both Voldemort and Harry stared at the front door for a moment before they looked back to each other.
"I do believe that would be Severus. Perhaps we should not have started this so soon." Voldemort muttered as he stared down at both their erections. Harry blushed as he ducked his head and scrambled off the couch and into the floor. As the sound of knocking echoed again, Voldemort quickly conjured a comfortable looking blanket for the both of them as he took up his book again and bid Severus to enter. Harry watched nervously as the door opened and Snape came inside. He saw him raise an eyebrow as he took in the two of them, and Harry almost twitched a smile at Voldemort's quick cover-up. To Snape, the situation would merely look like a comfortable evening between master and pet, with Voldemort reading a book by fire-light and Harry curled up at his feet leaning against his legs looking mysteriously shagged.
"You summoned me my Lord?" Snape asked as he came further into the room and knelled in front of Voldemort. Harry saw that Snape was trying to catch his eye, but at that moment Harry couldn't look at him so he buried his face in Voldemort's blanket-covered legs drawing the same blanket closer around himself. This seemed to please Voldemort immensely as he brought his hand down and began to pet his hair.
"Yes, Severus. It seems that for the past few days my pet has been rather rebellious, and it took a firm hand to put him in his place. I have now deemed him worthy enough to continue his lessons with you, however there are a few rules that I have set in place for him. I have forbidden him to speak to anyone but me, so if he is a good pet like he should be from now on, he will not speak with you. Do not take his silence for insolence. If you wish to test him on what he learned for the day then you must have him write his answers down. Also he is not allowed to leave this room. You will come here for his lessons for now. In actuality, he is not to leave five feet of me, but I suppose this is deemed necessary for his lessons. He is not to have anything or do anything while I am gone. He must merely sit here or act out a role with you, nothing else Severus. He will start up his lessons again immediately." Voldemort said as he swiftly stood from the couch tossing the blanket aside and dislodging Harry. Shocked Harry watched as Voldemort strolled from the room and into the library to put his book away with no sign of their previous activities. Still avoiding Snape's gaze he pulled more of the blanket around himself until he was thoroughly cocooned. They both sat in silence as they waited for Voldemort to return, which was only a mere minute later.
"I am off to see to a meeting that will be taking place soon. Do take care of him Severus, and if such an event should occur again prevent another rebellious outburst. If you have need of me you know where to find me." Voldemort said as he never spared them another look and was out the door before Snape could give an affirmative response. Silence thickened in the room as neither looked at the other for quite some time before finally Snape broke the stillness of the room.
"What the hell happened Potter?!" he snapped causing Harry to flinch at the harsh tone. Almost afraid, Harry slowly looked up at him as he curled into himself. The look he got made him wince and he trembled at the thought of refusing the order.
"After I left you the other day, I went to a secluded library on the second dungeon floor to try and find some way to break the contract I made with Him. I thought I could find a loop-hole or a fail-safe. However, before I got too far through the books I found, He showed up. I was enraged at how he had been treating me. I just don't understand how somebody could own another person! I screamed at him and threw stuff at him. Which I realize now was foolish, but I just got so overwhelmed that I had to vent my anger and frustration. He somehow tortured me through my restraints and made it to where I couldn't move at all! Then I blacked out." Harry whispered softly as he picked at a loose string on the fluffy blanket. He stopped talking thinking maybe Snape would be satisfied with just that, but it seemed he was wrong.
"Come out with it Potter! That just accounts for one evening, it's been two days since you stormed out of my chambers. The Dark Lord said he put you through training and discipline to put you in your place. Tell me what happened, and leave nothing out."Snape hissed threateningly as he sidled closer to hover over him.
"Yes sir. When I woke up again I was chained to the bed and Voldemort was there to tell me the new rules set into place. I was to ask for anything, which at the time I didn't realize the full extent of that rule. After he left I fell back to sleep after awhile. He woke me up and threw me into the wall where he chained me up and proceeded to wipe me with a birch rod until I could not take it anymore. Then, afterwards he left me to hang for many hours. When he finally returned, he brought me out in front of a group of lower level death eaters and my friends. I was to watch as they were tortured. That; that was when I broke professor. I begged Him. I called Him my master. I have not dared to disobey him since then." Harry finished off as he looked up at Snape's horrified face.
"What did you do to make him so angry Potter?" Snape asked as he examined his face to try and find all the answers he sought.
"I'm not entirely sure, all I know is I blanked out for a time(1). I just know that I don't want Hermione, Ginny, or Draco hurt anymore. Where are they Professor? Are they alright?" Harry asked with more enthusiasm. Snape seemed to be contemplating for a moment. His gaze no longer on Harry but on a more distant plane. Harry's question snapped him out of it, and startled he pulled out his watch from his pocket. Cursing he put it back before focusing on Harry's questions.
"I'm afraid I know no more than you do boy. I have not been allowed into the cells. Only Lucius and Voldemort know their true stasis. But I digress, I have been here my allotted time period and I must go, or else Voldemort will be informed." Snape said as he stood from his half-crouch and made his way to the door.
"Wait! You weren't even here for very long. What if Voldemort asks what our lesson was about?" Harry called after him as he staggered to his feet. Snape paused for a moment before turning to look at him.
"Tell him it was on behavior at meetings. Basically you act as you already know, walk behind him, open doors for him, sit at his feet after he has taken a seat, serve him at meals, stand after he has stood, do not talk to anyone without his permission, always look to him for anything you need, you act helpless without him, be pretty, be charming, you are an ornament and prize to be flaunted about, keep your eyes lowered in respect, never enter a political conversation even if you are encouraged by Voldemort himself, calmly state that such things are far above your understanding and that you trust your master to make life-altering decisions for you. It's not too hard Potter, merely think along those lines and you'll win over any crowd." Snape finished hastily as he left the room with a swish of his cloak. Harry stared in dismay after him. How could Snape of all people not know how his friends were faring? Harry had a feeling that Snape knew of their status' and was probably commanded not to tell him by Voldemort. But if that were true and Snape just followed through with it then perhaps he couldn't trust Snape after-all. It wouldn't have hurt to tell him, Voldemort would never know anyway. Harry stared at the chamber door for quite some time pondering over whether he should trust his old Professor anymore or if this was all a scam and Snape was just trying to get him to submit to Voldemort faster.
Not satisfied with the direction his thoughts had taken, he stared longingly at the door. What he wouldn't give to see his friends. Surely if he made it quick he could make it back before Voldemort returned from his Death Eater Meeting. He knew the general location of the prison cells. Enforcing his will, he made his decision, and before he could think better of it he hastened to Voldemort's closet where he snatched a long robe to cover himself with and took off out the door. As he left the chambers, he peeked left and right to make sure that no one was in the vicinity. Making his way down the corridor, and stairs as he always did to go to Snape's rooms for lessons, he slide along the walls and stuck to the shadows. He hastened down the corridors, and stairwells. He didn't move too fast to catch up with Snape and bump into him but he moved stealthily. He was quick and fast but not to the point where it would cause harm to his inflamed and irritated back (2). Breathing a sigh of relief he darted across the entrance hall and into the corridor leading down into the dungeons. He winced as his back strained, and started to bleed again but nothing prepared him for what came next.
"Itsy, bitsy Potter! What are you doing down here baby Potter? Come to see your little friends?" A high-pitched voice cooed to him from behind. He froze, as he recognized the tone immediately. Slowly he turned to stare up the steps at her leaning against the wall with a finger pursed at her lips.
"Bella. I was just going to tell Snape something. I don't even know where the prison cells are located." Harry whispered as he pulled the borrowed robe tighter around himself as he lowered his gaze.
"Oh right. You know something Potter," she said sarcastically as she pushed off the wall and approached him.
"There's this thing I learned about humans, baby boy. Would you like to know what it is?" She asked silkily as she cornered him against a wall of the staircase. He flinched as he felt her press her body into him. Without any response from him she continued on.
"I learned that when a human lies, they do one of two things with their eyes. They either stare you down unwaveringly, or they look elsewhere while they're lying. They also fidget, or shuffle their feet, but you weren't doing either of those. So I looked to those gorgeous emerald eyes of yours. You're a liar!" She whispered into his ear just as she reached into his robe and grabbed him through his shorts. He froze and chocked out a gasp at the harsh grip.
Warning! Rape scene! Don't read if offends!
"My, my! You're nice and perfect baby Potter! Perhaps I shouldn't call you a baby anymore hmm?" She laughed into his neck as she rubbed and squeezed him. He trembled at the harsh touch and tried to push her off, but she only tightened her grasp painfully causing him to stifle a cry. Unconsciously he spread his legs to try and ease the pain which only gave her better access. He blushed and choked out a gasping sob as is body betrayed him, growing hard in her excited hand.
"You're playful aren't you Potter? How's bout we go somewhere more private?" She giggled. Then suddenly the cold stone behind him turned into a wooden door. Fearfully he looked over his shoulder then back up into her eyes. She smirked down at him.
"This castle does nice things for those it likes." She hissed as she tightened her hold on him and flung the door open. She slipped her other arm around his back holding him to her as she pushed him backwards into the room. He watched as the door automatically shut and disappeared, a stone wall taking it's place. Seeing they were heading for a large bed he grabbed her hand that was holding him and pinched her wrist bones together to try and prevent her from tightening her hold on him while he wrestled with her other hand to try and escape. He knew what was coming, he also knew that Voldemort could never punish her because he would then have to be punished himself for leaving the rooms to see his friends, and he didn't know what would happen to them. The risk was too great, he had to escape on his own. Suddenly, his collar flared and he threw his head back in pain as he brought both hands up to pull at it. He heard her laughing manically as she let him go and pushed him back on the bed.
"If there ever came a need, the Dark Lord allowed a select few of his Inner Death Eaters control of your collar to put you in your place. I'm sure he didn't know it would be used for this." She laughed insanely as she began removing her clothes while he struggled for breathe on the bed. He clawed at his throat as he slowly suffocated. Just as his vision became fuzzy, he saw her leaning over him just before his hands and legs were spread apart. Finally, the collar loosened and he lay limp wheezing for air. He turned his head to the side, and looked up at his wrists to see magicked chains holding them to the headboard and his legs were spread and chained to the foot board. He found himself devoid of clothing, unsure where they had gone. Still dazed, he looked up when Bella settled herself naked on his abdomen.
"Don't worry little Potter. I'll make sure you enjoy this as much as I will." She cooed to him as she arched her back and rubbed herself on him, her breasts grazing his chest. She leaned into his neck and gave him light kisses there, hardly sucking at all.
"Don't wanna leave a mark on my Lord's precious toy!" She explained before her mouth closed on his. He refused to let her tongue in until her hand closed around him again and gave a harsh jerk. Gasping in pain, he gagged as she took advantage and stuck her tongue in his mouth. She was still rubbing him up and down giving soft tugs every now and then with her finger grazing the slit on the top. He involuntarily thrust into her hand causing them both to moan. When she finally pulled away they were both breathless. Without wasting anymore time she slid down his body and gave him one more mocking look before taking him into her hot mouth. He cried out and threw his head back. He grit his teeth, and closed his eyes. He groaned in humiliation as his body was wining over his mind, and he cursed his teenage hormones. When he felt he was getting close, she pulled back and he fell back from the edge.
"Get the fuck off of me!" he growled out his voice drenched in hatred.
"Feisty itty Potter, and I thought you would hate this!" She laughed out to his embarrassment and guilt. She slid up his body until she was positioned right above him.
"Are you ready for this Potter?" She asked slyly, and without waiting she thrust down on him hard. He cried out and grit his teeth as heat enveloped him. Tears leaked out from his eyes as she rode him, the feeling of guilt and betrayal flooded his body.(3) He blanked out as tears flooded his eyes, he withdrew into his mind and closed himself off from Bella pleasing herself on his willing body. Finally after a time, he felt her tighten around him and her nails scratch down his chest and he came back to awareness. Bella was breathing heavily as she held herself up with her arms. He was still thick inside her, and she seemed to realize this as she slowly shifted her hips on him. Agonizingly slow, she thrust back and forth, and before he could prepare himself he felt himself explode as lights burst in his vision, and he filled her with his seed causing her to moan tiredly as she threw her head back. His tense body fell back against the bed as he breathed heavily and stared at the ceiling. He felt her pull off him, and slid off the bed.
End Scene
He didn't care when he was released from the chains, and he didn't care when she cleaned up the bloody scratches left on him and returned his clothes to him that she had magicked away. Only when she pulled him up to stand did the situation fully hit him. He was no longer a virgin. He had been forced to have sex; he had just been raped. Panic began to set in, and his heart began to pound so loudly he could hear his blood rushing through his body.
"We'll have to do this again sometime Potter. It was most deliciously fun! A thought to keep in mind though, if you ever mention anything about this to our dear Lord I will do the same and worse to your little friends. I'm not particular about gender either." She said menacingly as she jerked him out of the room. She whipped her wand around some more, straightening his hair, and getting rid of the sex smell that cloaked the both of them. She dragged him back up the stairs, and he assumed they were heading back to Voldemort's chambers. How wrong he was when next he knew he was thrown to the floor in a room full of Death Eaters and Voldemort at the front. Paralyzed with fear he looked from masked faces to red eyes as they all stared down at him.
"What is this Bellatrix?" Voldemort asked smoothly, his red eyes flashing.
"I found the little imp heading for the prison cells master. I thought I might bring this to attention." She said as she bowed before the Dark Lord. Harry looked at her in betrayal, and hatred. She had raped him, threatened his friends, and turned him in so both he and his friends would be tortured anyway! His anger however, did not last long. He was pulled away from his loathing thoughts as Voldemort stood.
"Is this true pet?" the Dark Lord asked in a deadly tone. He thought this would be a good time to debase himself. Slowly he crawled forward with his head down.
"Yes master." He whispered as he reached the steps leading up to Voldemort chair. He crawled half-way up the steps before he stopped and lay prostrate. He remembered Snape's lesson awhile back about punishment in front of crowds. If Voldemort sat down it would wait till later and he would crawl to his side, if he remained standing he would be punished in front of the crowd and by doing so would temporarily disown Harry. Meaning he still had possession of Harry, but he did not acknowledge his existence. Silence filled the room with baited breath until Voldemort stiffly sat down in his chair. Harry crawled on his stomach to lay at Voldemort feet shaking in terror at the sense of raw anger seeping from him. He lay there like a good pet as the meeting continued on without further interruption, and to try and make the situation better he brushed his fingertips lightly along Voldemort's leg out of sight of the Death Eaters while he rubbed his head on the Dark Lords feet.
He continued to try and apologize without making a scene until the meeting ended. He scooted back to let Voldemort stand and sweep out of the room while he followed along behind with his head lowered. Luckily a house-elf opened the doors, because he would never have been able to get in front of Voldemort's fast pace in time to open it for him. As it was he had to trot to keep up with the furious man as they headed towards his chambers. The whole trip Harry knew this was going to be bad. He knew in his heart that pain awaited him beyond that decorative door and as did pain for his friends down below. More tears gathered in his eyes as he thought of what had already happened to him that day, and of what would happen when without a word Voldemort swept into the bedroom and took up the still blood-stained birch rod and without a word pointed towards the bathroom. Harry quickly ran into the room shedding the borrowed robe and reluctantly his shorts as well. He knew this was going to be bloody and it would only ruin his only pair of precious clothing.
He threw them aside into a corner as he waited for further instructions. When Voldemort entered the room, Harry noticed that he had shed his robe as well and stood only in his black slacks, black long-sleeved shirt, and red silk vest and tie. He was rolling up his sleeves as he pointed to the shower stall. Without a word Harry bowed his head and pushed the crystal door open where he went to the far wall and braced himself on the silver bar embedded into the tiled wall without being told to. He heard Voldemort enter behind him and then remain quiet for a moment, before Harry heard the swish of the rod moving through the air and crack onto his already scarred back. He bit his lip to hold back his cry and strengthened his hold on the bar to keep himself from running away. He would take this pain for what he had done, and what he had allowed to happen in the dungeons. He was tainted now. He would take this pain, and hopefully his friends pain. He would take it all and then maybe nobody else would have to suffer for his mistakes.
The rod fell again and again. Each time with more power behind the strike. He allowed himself to let loose his tears that poured down his face to mix with the blood that was pooled on the marble at his feet, and slowly draining down the hole at the end of the shower. He screamed at each blow and sobbed through cracked and busted lips which were from attempting to keep his cries held inside. After a time it seemed like it would never end. His legs had given out and he lay on his knees his arms weakly holding onto the bar. His back was shredded and he was screaming pleas out for it all to stop. Finally with his voice hoarse and almost gone from screaming and begging, the last blow fell and no more followed afterward. He was sure there was no skin left on his back but for ragged slices. Blood covered the floor and was pouring down the drain steadily. He couldn't move for the life of him, but when he heard the Dark Lord leave, he knew it was not over. He knew he was headed for his friends. Forcing himself to his feet he stumbled after him and caught him in the bedroom searching his closet for some kind of torture device for sure.
Almost unconscious from the unbearable pain, he fell to his knees in front of the man and grasped his pants. There was only one thing that would please him at this moment, and Harry was prepared to give everything to keep the monster in front of him away from his friends. Slowly he unzipped the pants and slipped his hand inside. He glanced up through his tear filled vision to see Voldemort staring down at him with slight confusion on his face. Without thought he took the member in his mouth and suckled softly on it. He felt the man thread a hand into his hair as a surprised gasp filled his ears. Not quite sure what to do he brought his hands up; his right to hold the base of the shaft while his left, he placed on Voldemort's hip joint for balance as he leaned heavily on that hand. He began to move his head up and down, wrapping his tongue around it, he followed the vein along the underside to the tip where he flicked his tongue over the slit. Voldemort tightened his hand on his hair and bucked his hips at the action. Harry gagged as it went too far down his throat and he pulled back slightly to try and get a hold of his gag reflex, but Voldemort pulled out completely. It took a moment but Harry realized what had happened. Confused he looked up at the man, saliva and pre-cum glistening on his lips only to see a predatory look in his eye's.
"Did you see your friends Harry?" Voldemort asked calmly as he looked down at him. Harry slowly shook his head, unsure of the look in those eyes. A frown appeared on the Dark Lord's face.
"Really? Do tell me Harry. What happened down there to suddenly make you willing to do whatever it takes to please me. I know you would not otherwise be willing to do this." Voldemort said in a tone that brooked for no lies. Now caught, Harry didn't know what to do. Still filled with unbearable pain and fear for his friends and the confusion of listening to Bella or telling Voldemort. His brain was over taxed and he just sat back and cried. He was not usually an emotional person. He was always the strongest of the group at Hogwarts, but here in this place. He was small, a mere slave who was tortured beyond what was normal for a human; he was raped, he was beaten and he was threatened with not his own life but his friends as well. He was tired of attempting to remember so many rules and trying to follow them all at once. So many for so many different occasions and if he didn't get it right he was tortured.
So he sat and cried as he bleed on the carpet from his shredded back. He brought up his hands and put his face in them and cried.
He cried for everything and everyone he loved that had been hurt or tortured for his mistakes.
He cried for Hermione.
He cried for Ginny.
He cried for Draco.
And he cried for his lose of innocence.
As he cried he felt a piece of him break and whither away to die.
Author's Note:
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If you haven't guessed it then I'll just tell you. This blank memory that he can't recall is when he blew up the room with pure, raw magic. It's just a small taste at just how powerful Harry truly is, but I don't want Snape or the Order to know just yet how powerful he really is.
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