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Edit 21/4/13: I have made some very minor changes to the scene at the end of the chapter to cooperate with guidelines.
Chapter Twelve
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
1996
Walking towards the Duelling classroom, Harry had time to prepare how he would act around Rabastan, or Professor Lestrange, as he should probably think of him now. He decided he would strive to act completely normal, as though he had not repeatedly had sex with said teacher not yet a month ago.
Entering the room Harry took a moment to look around the large chamber that was empty save for a wall of mirrors, which he assumed was used to show you your own form, and padding in the centre of the room for duels no doubt.
Rabastan hadn't made an appearance yet so the students of the sixth year were grouped together talking quietly. Harry was standing beside Seamus, Terry and Michael when a boy approached. He had light brown eyes and carefully styled brown hair, and was bearing a sneer on his face.
Harry racked his brain as he attempted to work out who this boy was but could only remember he was a pureblood but not from an influential enough family to earn a spot in Draco's group.
'Is it true,' he demanded, drawing the attention of a few other students nearby.
'Is what true?' Harry asked calmly, already taking a dislike to this rude person.
'Is it true that you were fucking with Professor Lestrange?'
Harry was stunned that the boy had the audacity to confront him like this, realising that it was probably because he was standing with the other half blood boys and not with one of the purebloods.
'Piss off Smith,' Seamus snarled, coming to stand behind Harry offering silent support. Terry and Michael flanked him as well, faces twisted with dislike for the boy, Smith.
'I asked you a question. Were you his whore?'
Daphne and Draco heard this last question and both turned simultaneously, twin looks of incredulous distaste on their faces directed towards the brown-haired teen. The pureblood girl actually took a few steps forward as though to confront Smith.
'That's enough,' a smooth voice interrupted the building conflict. It was Rabastan, standing in the entrance to the classroom and looking over Smith with an unimpressed air.
'I apologise, sir,' Smith muttered.
'It is not I whom you need to apologise to,' Rabastan said mildly with an obvious look towards Harry who was desperately trying to avoid his ex-contractor's eyes.
Smith scowled before turning and offering a curt and meaningless apology to Harry, his sneer still firmly in place.
After that start to the class, Harry really wasn't looking forward to the rest of it, but luckily he was instructed to stand by for this lesson seeing as the others had all been training since their fourth year. Leaning against a free wall Harry observed Rabastan as he kept the class under control and directed the students. They were paired off and Harry noted that Smith had been singled out by Rabastan to be his partner.
Rabastan then proceeded to teach the class a series of humiliating and rather painful jinxes and curses using the unfortunate Smith as a test subject. Harry had to hide his sniggering as Smith collapsed to the ground juddering around on the floor as his muscles twitched out of his control.
Rabastan caught his eye when the rest of the students scattered to try out the new spells and he gave him a discreet wink. Harry's felt a smile curl the edges of his lips in response, remembering how Rabastan had always told him that he would look out for him when he was his Courtesan. Apparently that still applied even though another had bought Harry's contract.
Smith was recovering in the corner, sending dirty glares in Harry's direction as he panted and his limbs gave the odd jerk in an after-effect of his exposure to Rabastan's spells. Harry ignored him and instead focused on the way Rabastan roamed through the classroom, elegantly dodging flying spells and offering advice or tips to the students. He was a very good teacher.
Any yet Harry couldn't help but compare him to the Dark Lord and decided that whilst Rabastan was pretty good, Lord Voldemort was better. There was something about the way his crimson eyes watched him that spurred him to achieve his best.
An unusual pang of longing hit Harry and he realised he was missing his contractor. He wouldn't be seeing him for roughly three months.
'All right class, that was great for today. I won't be seeing you until next Wednesday so remember to practice in your own time and use those new spells I've taught. I expect all of you to have learnt them adequately by this time next week,' Rabastan told the class.
Harry moved to leave with the other students but Rabastan said quickly, 'I need you to stay behind, Potter.'
As Smith passed him on the way out he threw him a knowing and derisive look as though thinking that Rabastan had asked him to stay behind to have a quickie in between classes or some such thing. Glaring at Smith Harry moved back into the classroom but kept a safe distance between he and Rabastan.
Rabastan conjured two chairs so they could sit down and then gestured for Harry to take the available seat. Harry only hesitated for a moment before sitting down, placing his chair at an angle so he could make a quick escape if Rabastan tried anything inappropriate.
Rabastan easily picked up on Harry's defensive movement and a flash of hurt entered his eyes before quickly disappearing.
'Harry I asked you to stay behind because I needed to assure you that despite our background history, you are now my student and as such our relationship is purely professional,' Rabastan told him seriously, cobalt eyes begging to be given even a shred of trust that they had once shared.
'I understand,' Harry said softly, eager to leave. He was unsure of how he felt toward this assurance of Rabastan's that the man would treat him no differently from the other students. Then he remembered the young boy he had seen yesterday morning in the owlery, the boy he believed was Rabastan's.
'Rab-Professor Lestrange,' Harry began, catching himself as he began calling Rabastan by his first name. 'I know this is a personal question, but…do you have a son?'
Harry waited for the answer to his question, hoping that he had imagined everything and Rabastan would laugh and deny it. Instead he received a sombre face and the words, 'Yes I have a son, Harry. Two in fact. And a young daughter.'
Harry could only gape and felt a surge of betrayal. He felt like Rabastan had owed him the truth when he was his Courtesan. The man had had three children running around and Harry had no clue as to their existence.
'Who's their mother?' he asked, not knowing why it mattered so much to him. He just had to know.
'She's a Birther. You know that I never wanted to marry, but I needed to produce the Lestrange heir,' Rabastan explained, worriedly watching Harry's reaction to everything.
'Why didn't you tell me?' Harry blurted out, resentful anger building in him.
'I didn't think you were ready to know about them,' Rabastan explained gently. 'I wasn't planning on keeping their existence from you indeterminately, I had actually intended on introducing you to the three of them quite soon. But then the Dark Lord met you and...well you know the rest.'
Harry understood he supposed, but he no longer wanted to be in the man's presence, he needed time to get over his shock at his suspicions being correct and digest the information. Thus, Harry gave Rabastan a hasty goodbye and left the room with his back firmly turned on his ex-contractor.
As a result he didn't see the longing cobalt blue eyes trained on his retreating form and the sorrow in them. But he did hear the voice that said, 'Promise me you will tell me if Zacharias Smith picks on you again.'
Harry turned slightly and said in a voice devoid of emotion, 'I can take care of myself. Sir.' He added as an afterthought.
With that Harry left the classroom and one hurting man inside alone to contemplate his thoughts and his memories of the beautiful green-eyed boy that had once been his.
But his no longer.
Harry feared that he would be late for his first Curse Breaking lesson but he shouldn't have been worried because when he reached the correct classroom his year mates were milling about outside waiting for Professor Wester.
It appeared their teacher was running late for whatever reason and so Harry had time to assure Seamus, Michael and Terry whom were all taking the course, that he was fine about what Smith had said. Even though he really wasn't, and the other boy's words had stung.
As Harry stood outside he did a headcount and noticed that there were eight people there including himself. Millicent, Theodore and Daphne waved from where they were standing by the door and Harry noticed a quiet, but pleasant pureblood girl named Susan Bones also standing near them.
Unsure of whether to stay with his half blood friends or go join the purebloods, Harry glanced towards Seamus and saw him talking animatedly with the other two boys. They were obviously engaged with one another so Harry shrugged to himself and strolled over to stand by Daphne.
'Smith was totally out of line,' Daphne snapped, hazel eyes flashing dangerously as soon as he came to be beside them. Millicent and Theodore nodded their agreement, faces tight with anger. Even Susan put in her support of Harry, giving him a sad smile and admitting that Smith's comment was inappropriate and hurtful.
Smiling at the four of them, he was inwardly rejoicing that he was already making good friends with the people in his year- besides Smith of course. He would never be friends with that conceited and rude prick.
'Sorry I'm late, your Professor Flooed me to ask to fill in for him when he came down with a headache before lunch,' a masculine and slightly husky voice announced from behind them.
Harry turned with the other seven students and swore his heart nearly stopped beating then and there.
Because, walking towards him with a smile on his face was none other than Demetrius, the man whom had taught him the ways of the Courtesan. The first man he had been intimate with.
He looked pretty much the same, in his later twenties with windswept blonde hair and glittering blue eyes. His ruggedly handsome features were enhanced by the tight jeans and shirt he wore that hinted at the muscles underneath. Oh yes, Harry was very familiar with those muscles.
This could not be happening. It was impossible. How bad could his luck possibly be that he would run into two past lover in one day? Nobody could be this unfortunate. Come to think of it, what in Merlin's name was Demetrius even doing here? Although, Harry had never known what Demetrius did in his free time when he wasn't working at Aphrodite's getting Courtesans ready for their contractors.
Luckily Demetrius hadn't noticed him yet and had reached into his jeans pocket to pull out a wand to unlock the wooden door to the classroom. After casting a quick Alohomora he had the door open and entered, casting back over his shoulder, 'My name is Demetrius Talbot, but I suppose you'll have to call me Professor Talbot. I will be your substitute for today's lesson only. I am an old acquaintance of Professor Wester and he called in a favour to get me here.'
Demetrius reached the head of the classroom where the teacher's desk was and sat down on the edge, facing the class and saying, 'I work at Gringotts as one of their Curse Breakers.'
Daphne, Susan and even Millicent were staring with varying levels of interest and desire at their substitute for the day. When Demetrius offered them a smile, Susan nearly tripped over one of the desks.
Harry was still waiting for Demetrius to notice him, wondering how the man would react. As he followed Theodore to sit beside him, adjacent to the girls, Harry cast glances over at his old teacher. Sitting down at the desk Harry pulled out his books, parchment, inkpot and quill and looked up in time to see Demetrius' incredulous gaze fixed on him.
'Harry?' was the choked question.
The other seven occupants in the room looked in confusion from their substitute professor to Harry, wondering if and how they knew each other.
'Demetrius,' Harry responded after swallowing around his tight throat.
'What are you…' Demetrius trailed off after realising now was definitely not the time to be starting an interrogation and that there was a class that needed teaching. With a meaningful glance at Harry asking him to explain later, Demetrius quickly grabbed the other students' attention and began lecturing.
Harry barely payed attention, folding the corners of his spare parchment and agitatedly tapping his dry quill against the table top as the lesson crept by. Theodore worked busily beside him, taking down copious notes and glancing at his book to double check his answers.
The bell could not have rung soon enough for Harry who waved his friends on ahead of him saying he needed to make sure he had taken down a dot point correctly. Theodore raised one eyebrow knowing full well that Harry had not taken a single note all class before deciding not to say anything on the matter.
Only after the last person had left and closed the door behind them did Harry sit back down at his seat, awkwardly fiddling with his quill again. He looked up in surprise when Demetrius came to sit on his desk, so close that Harry could smell that almost-forgotten scent of spices and the undertone of male muskiness.
'Hi,' Harry began tentatively.
'What are you doing here, Harry?' Demetrius asked, not harshly but certainly inquisitively.
With a sigh Harry began his story explaining how after being bought by Rabastan Lestrange he had then caught the attention of the Dark Lord whom purchased his contract. Said Dark Lord had decided to give him a proper magical education and thus he had ended up a student at Hogwarts.
Demetrius was silent throughout his tale, watching his face and the emotions that flickered across it. He had wondered what had happened to the beautiful green-eyed boy, and now he finally knew. To think he had had his contract purchased by the Dark Lord himself, was astonishing.
'I am glad to see you making more out of your life than just that of a Courtesan,' Demetrius said kindly. 'I always knew that you were special.' Here his voice deepened and affection warred with caution in his bright eyes.
Harry smiled at the older man and then sighed looking at the magical clock on the wall. He needed to start his Potions essay and the begin researching those new spells Rabastan had assigned the class to learn.
'You didn't assign any work did you?' he asked Demetrius worriedly who grinned and shook his head in the negative.
'Like I said earlier, I was only filling in for today. You teacher will be back teach you for your next class.'
Harry felt disappointed, wanting to see more of the man. Demetrius had been his pillar of strength, helping Harry through the tumultuous period before his contract was bought. Then again, because their relationship had been so physical and intimate, it might have made things uncomfortable after awhile to remain in close contact.
'I have to go, Demetrius. I have work I need to start on,' Harry told him quietly and rose from the desk. He was about to move away when Demetrius' hand shot out and wrapped gently around his wrist impending his movement. The other man leaned in and Harry froze, thinking he was about to be kissed. It would not be the first time he had thought that, only to be proven wrong.
Sure enough, Demetrius simply brushed his raven locks away from his face, his lips so close to Harry's own and said, 'I'm stationed at the new Hogsmeade branch of Gringotts. If you're ever in town…come find me.'
Harry remembered the money he needed to get out of his newly unfrozen account and said, 'I will actually be coming down this weekend to Gringotts. I need to retrieve an amount of money.'
Demetrius face lightened and he murmured, 'Until then, Harry,' before reluctantly letting Harry go. The boy left the room after looking back one last time with a fond smile before disappearing through the door.
Demetrius knew he cared about the younger teen, perhaps more than he would like to admit. But he also knew that Harry was out of bounds. However that didn't mean he couldn't look after him and make sure he was happy.
He was an experienced lover and he knew it when someone clearly wasn't interested. Demetrius could easily tell that Harry felt nothing but a sort of friendly affection towards him combined with a dash of appreciation for his looks. That was all it would ever be.
Demetrius was determined that if he could not be Harry's lover like he had once been, then he would be Harry's friend and watch over him.
It was the least he could do.
Hundreds of miles away Lord Voldemort gripped the arms of his throne-like chair and fought down the urge to storm into Hogwarts and demand to know what fool had touched what belonged to him.
Unbeknownst to Harry, the enchantment on his silver collar had briefly flared to life as Demetrius had stroked his hair from his eyes, with his lips so close to Harry's own. It was not a proper reaction as there had been no legitimate intimacy. But the spell had picked up the fact that someone was very interested in the beautiful Courtesan boy.
And the Dark Lord was furious. He felt a burning, jealous rage smoulder in him as he imagined the scenario which could have occurred just moments ago. Whilst he knew whatever had happened was minor, the spell was strong enough to sense when another had certain urges towards his Courtesan.
Someone in the castle was lusting after Harry, and he wanted to know whom so they could be swiftly and brutally removed. Briefly he considered Rabastan. It would make sense considering the boy had once been his.
But no, Rabastan wouldn't dare cross him.
As the Dark Lord calmed down slightly, noting for the first time the objects in the room, which had shattered from the force of his fury, he decided that it wouldn't hurt to place Harry under surveillance. Perhaps one of his Death Eaters whom taught at the school.
Plans were already tumbling through Lord Voldemort's mind as he wandlessly repaired the room of its broken objects.
His Courtesan was not aware of it, but he was coming to the school in six nights time in order to be present at the Goblet of Fire ceremony, as it was a prestigious event. He wasn't expected to stay but Voldemort had decided to remain the night at Hogwarts from the seventeenth when the announcing of the Champions would occur and then to lodge there for another two nights and depart on the Friday morning.
That would give him ample time to keep a personal eye on Harry and review his learning so far. Perhaps he would uncover who it was in the castle that was so interested in what was his.
Harry would stay by his side, he would get the boy an adjoining bedchamber to his own. He knew people would talk, would speculate about the two of them, but he honestly did not care. The Dark Lord wanted Harry near and safe by his side, and nothing was going to stand in his way.
On Friday night Harry was sitting with Luna in the library doing some study with her as he had promised he would. He knew he was due to have his first Occulemency lesson with Snape very soon but he was enjoying Luna's company and the quiet atmosphere that the books in the library created.
There weren't many other students here on a Friday night, only the most studious. There were no classes for the next two days after all, seeing as it was the weekend. Furthermore, the delegations from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were arriving on Monday afternoon and so the teachers had assigned less work considering the Tournament was going to be starting. The following night the Champions were going to be announced. Already there were betting circles at Hogwarts about which seventh year was going to be selected by the Cup.
The most popular candidate was a pureblood boy named Cormac McLaggen whom strutted around the castle like he had already been announced as the Champion of Hogwarts. He played as the Keeper and Captain of the Aquila Quidditch team. However he would not be able to play this year, and Harry would not be able to try out seeing as the season had been cancelled due to the Tournament.
Harry was disappointed at the chance missed but he knew he would be able to try out next year. But realistically, he knew he would never get onto a team. He had never even been on a broomstick before, for Merlin's sake!
His past two days of classes had gone quite well and Harry had slipped nearly seamlessly into his lessons, catching up with his classmates and in the case of most courses, excelling beyond his peers.
Today had been his first lesson of Healing with the school nurse Madame Pomfrey, a fierce and yet kindly woman who cared deeply for the health of Hogwarts' students. Harry had been delighted to find out that Luna was taking the course, and seeing as it was a class that combined fifth years and above together, it meant that he was able to enjoy the lesson with both his quirky friend and Daphne whom tolerated Luna's oddness. It was far better than most people in the school.
Harry and Luna had had breakfast with the Weasley clan and their adopted children this morning as opposed to eating with the rest of the student population. It had been a refreshing change from the constant staring and whispered rumours that haunted Harry's footsteps wherever he went.
Finishing his Ancient Runes essay that he had been assigned the day before, Harry stretched his back, popping his stiff joints. Casting a Tempus he noted he had ten minutes to get to Snape's office. That was plenty of time for the short walk from the library to there.
Saying goodbye to Luna he glumly made his way to the headmaster's office, truly not looking forward to an hour locked up with the man trying to learn the very difficult art of Occulemency. He decided to take one of the hidden passages in order to save time walking through the corridors and to hopefully avoid any gawking students.
Later, Harry would wonder if he had not been so caught up sulking about having these lessons with Snape, he would have seen the Petrificus Totalus spell hastily cast his way. Alas, he hadn't been paying attention and the red beam of light hit him soundly, freezing his body and causing him to topple to the floor, his essay and books spilling from his stiff arms.
The spell had come from behind and so he was now lying on his front, furious that whomever had cast the spell had been so cowardly as to attack him where he couldn't see them. Footsteps drew nearer and Harry realised there was more than one attacker.
A booted foot rolled him over none too kindly, and he came face to face with none other than Zacharias Smith. He should have known. Standing on either side of Smith were two unfamiliar boys that would have had to be from a different year level because Harry didn't recognise them. Judging from their size he would have to say they were in the year above.
'Hello there Potter,' Smith spat with a nasty smile.
Harry could do nothing but continue to stare up, with his eyes frozen in surprise as they had been when he felt the spell hitting his back. Smith's gaze became mocking and he asked, 'Don't have anything to say then, Potter?'
His two lackeys sniggered, nudging each other in amusement in a rather unintelligent manner.
Smith grew visibly angry as he saw Harry's emotionless, frozen face and he hissed so strongly Harry felt spit hit him, 'You had the Professor humiliate me in Duelling on Wednesday, all because you couldn't handle the truth that you're a whore. Everyone knows the only reason you're at the top of most classes is because you're spreading your legs for every teacher you come across.'
The spiteful and untrue words stung Harry and he wanted nothing more than to punch the git in his face right then and there. But he was paralysed and helpless.
'So my buddies and I here have decided that you need to be put in your place. If you want to be a whore Potter, then by all means be a whore.'
That's when Smith's hand trailed to his jeans zipper in a very deliberate fashion. Harry's mind momentarily went blank with panic. He wasn't going to…
'Maybe after the three of us have used you to our hearts content then you will know your place at the bottom of the food chain.'
Smith had admitted it. He and his 'buddies' were going to rape him.
The two lackeys suddenly exchanged confused and slightly apprehensive glances. One of them asked, 'I thought we were just going to threaten him a bit…'
Smith spun around and snarled at the two young men, 'The plans have changed.'
The same teen that had spoken before, obviously the brighter of the two straightened his spine a little and said, 'He's the Dark Lord's Courtesan. Who knows what will happen if he finds out that you've fucked his pretty little pet.'
Smith stiffened and snapped back, 'Harry won't tell him. I'll cow him enough so that he'll never speak a word of this to anyone.' Here Smith turned back around and knelt in front of Harry, slowly opening his thighs with a cold smirk on his face.
'I didn't know you were gay, Zach,' the other boy who hadn't spoken yet commented.
'I'm not gay,' Smith protested even as he tugged Harry's robes out of the way and started working on his belt buckle. 'I just want to put him in his place.'
'Well I'm out of here,' the smarter of the two announced, nervously looking about as though fearing Lord Voldemort might suddenly appear at any moment.
'Me too. I didn't come to watch two guys fuck each other,' the other one said with a trace of disgust in his voice.
'Whatever. More for me I suppose,' Smith muttered lecherously as he finally got Harry's belt undone and unbuttoned his pants.
Harry barely heard the footsteps fading away as the other two made their escape, as his mind was completely and utterly numb with horror. Perhaps if he had been in a calmer state of mind he would have been able to reach into his magical core and draw together enough strength to break Smith's spell. As it was, he was in a state of blind panic and his magic kept slipping away as he frantically tried to gather it together.
His pants and the boxers underneath them were quickly slid down to his ankles, revealing him bare for Smith's perusal. His legs were pushed wider apart and Harry felt his heart freezing into a tiny knot of horror as Smith's uncaring eyes trailed over his most intimate parts.
'Huh,' the boy commented conversationally. 'Still tight I see.' Then a finger began probing down there and that was when the raven-haired teen finally snapped. It was his most private spot, a spot that only Rabastan and Demetrius had ever been near. The fact that Zacharias fucking Smith was touching him there broke Harry out of his pitiful state and allowed his magic to come crashing forth in a wave of rage and panic.
He should have used the power to break the paralysing spell or to perhaps to knock Smith unconscious, but the panic in Harry still lingered and so in this alarmed state his primal urges kicked in. Adrenaline coursed through his veins as Harry reached for someone he could trust to come and find him.
Lord Voldemort's magic still pulsed strongly around his Courtesan collar and Harry saw a thin line of power connecting the metal to his contractor, he assumed. Whatever enchantment Lord Voldemort had cast a few days ago was reacting as Smith continued to touch Harry with his unwanted fingers.
It was this line that Harry's magic gripped and gathering his magic Harry mentally screamed down the bond, 'VOLDEMORT!'
The answering echo indicated that the man was already aware that Harry was in a compromising situation and now he knew it was entirely involuntary. Harry could only hope he would now be coming to help him. At least he hoped that he would. The thought did cross his mind that the Dark Lord wouldn't care if someone violated him...Despite all of the privileges he experienced, he was only of the Servile class at the end of the day.
Smith had now managed to completely pull off Harry's pants and had unbuttoned his own to reveal a half-aroused member. Leaning down, the taller boy allowed his frame to completely smother Harry's so that their faces were inches apart.
'I'm going to enjoy this,' Smith murmured into Harry's face, brown eyes alight with merciless greed and a cold cruelness that terrified Harry down to the bone.
Harry's magic stirred weakly in response as he struggled to gather enough to force Smith off of him. He shouldn't have used so much to call his contractor, but he had been panicked, he still was, and he hadn't been thinking straight. Harry's thoughtlessness might just now cost him more than he was willing to give up. Despite all of his training, he was still inexperienced in magic. It was still all so new to him.
Smith was now poised, ready to violate Harry without so much as a bit of lubrication or even stretching to ease his entrance. It was as Smith's lips brushed Harry's own in a sickening kiss that the sharp crack of Apparition resounded through the hidden passage that Harry had fatefully taken as a shortcut.
The weight on Harry was unceremoniously blasted away and the emerald-eyed teen became aware of an insidiously dark presence permeating the hallway.
Lord Voldemort had come.
And he was furious.
Author Note: Poor Harry! I hated doing this to him, absolutely hated it, but the bastard Smith had to try to get his twisted revenge for the fic to continue.
Be prepared for lots of angry/jealous (and dare I say it) concerned Voldemort in the next update.
As for Harry's luck...well it sucks. Two ex-lovers in one day and a near-rape experience two days later. I'm an awful person. Absolutely awful.
Chapter thirteen will not be up for a week or so at least now that I'm back at work. But, who knows, I might update sooner. No promises though!
I'm happy so many of you are enjoying my story.
Lastly, I do not condone nor tolerate the atrocity that is rape in any way, shape or form.
Drops of Nightshade x
