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Harry stared down at the blood-stained metal quill and he felt a sort of a pull towards it. He felt attracted towards it. Harry cautiously bent down and picked it up. He observed it closely and noticed that there was something carved over the entire quill. He noticed that the tip of the quill was sharp and he wondered how anyone could write with it.
His gaze travelled over the one book and the single word written on it. He looked at the quill again and then it started to make sense to him. Adrenaline was coursing through his veins. His hands were still trembling. Harry held the tip of the quill to his thumb and pressed it until the tip pierced his skin and drew out blood. Harry held the now blood covered tip of the quill to the page and immediately the paper soaked the blood and it was as if the quill and the book both had come to life.
The pages started to turn on their own until the first page was reached. The quill fell from Harry's fingers in surprise. It immediately stood up on its own and began to write feverishly on the book. Harry watched in wonder as crimson words began to appear on the book. He was mesmerized by the way the quill worked. As soon as it finished writing a page, the page would turn and the quill would start writing at an even faster pace. Harry wanted to read what it was writing but he was slowly starting to feel light headed. He extended his hand towards the jug of water to pour himself a glass of water but as soon as he picked it up, his grip loosened and the jug fell from his grasp and shattered on the table.
Harry slumped back in the seat and continued to watch the quill as it continued to write. He didn't know what was wrong with him all of a sudden. He tried to sit up straight but his body felt too tired and exhausted. Suddenly his ears started to ring with the sound of laughter. Evil, mirthless laughter. It was Voldemort's laughter, but Voldemort wasn't here. He wasn't supposed to be here for at least six more hours. Harry shook his head and held his hands to his ears to muffle the sound because the laughter was steadily growing louder and louder until it was ear shattering. Harry screamed as loud as his lungs would allow,
"STOP…. PLEASE STOP"
He attempted to get up from the seat but his body wouldn't move. Suddenly the sound of the laughter was replaced by the image of Voldemort, walking close to him. His eyes were burning flames of the deepest crimson and his face displayed the sinful of smirks. Harry pushed himself back in the seat as much as he could. He knew that smirk all too well. When Voldemort was inches from him, Harry screamed again,
"DON'T TOUCH ME…...DON'T…"
Harry's screams were drowned out as Voldemort held him and forced his tongue in his mouth. Harry tried to struggle against him but his body would not allow it. He felt as Voldemort's hand slowly undid his jeans. He attempted to struggle again. He screamed again but his screams were muffled by Voldemort's tongue in his mouth.
He fell off the chair and his back collided against the marble floor. He watched in horror as Voldemort vanished his own clothes and pulled down his jeans. Harry tried to kick his legs, he tried to push Voldemort away but it was as if his body was made of lead. He couldn't move an inch. The only thing he could do was to watch as Voldemort approached him and straddled him. He felt himself being forced on his hands and knees and he wanted nothing more than to get out of that position. Suddenly he felt Voldemort's rock hard erection rub against his entrance and he screamed again,
"NO…NOOOOOO…."
His screams were muffled again as Voldemort forced his fingers in Harry's mouth. And before he was even prepared, he felt excruciating pain as Voldemort entered him with a single thrust. He tried to move again but it was as if his body was paralyzed in that position. He screamed as loud as he could. He screamed until he felt as if his lungs would tear. Immediately he felt Voldemort pull out of him and thrust into him again. He felt as Voldemort held him by his hair with one hand and his waist by the other. Voldemort continued to thrust into him and pull out of him until he had built a steady rhythm. Voldemort's pace fastened and Harry felt as if the pain would kill him. He continued to scream but Voldemort effectively kept him quiet.
Harry felt as Voldemort started moving in and out of him at a break neck speed and Harry's world was drowning in anguish. Voldemort pulled his fingers out of Harry's mouth and Harry's agonizing screams filled the library. And just when he thought that he couldn't endure the pain anymore. He felt Voldemort cum inside him and as soon as he came, he pulled out of Harry and released him unceremoniously. Harry collapsed on the floor and he watched as his world began to grow dark.
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