Ok everyone here is a warning. This chapter is a rough one. Lots of bad stuff happens that is mature content. if you cant or dont want to read it, skip forward and ill fill you in in the next chapter. dont hate me! it wont affect the relationship. just adds to the story plot later.
"I'm telling you, it will work Greengrass." Pansy sniffed.
"I don't think it is a good idea. If Potter really is on our side it could make our lord angry." Daphne replied delicately.
"There is no way that golden brat is on our side. It's just a trap to get us to tell him our plans. He's going to run back to Dumbledore." Pansy said swirling her wand in her fingers.
"Pansy, Draco is his friend. I don't believe Draco could be so easily fooled. Would it not be easier to have Draco invite Potter to Yule at his manor? Should Potter truly be on our side there would be no harm if he and our lord are both there. We wouldn't face any repercussions for kidnapping Potter."
"Whatever Greengrass. Just stay out of my way." Pansy stormer away angrily.
Daphne sat quietly watching after the dark haired girl. While she agreed with Pansy that she didn't fully believe Potter's story, she didn't want to hurt him if he was on their side. Draco hadn't said anything more on the subject since she had mentioned his coming demotion if Potter joined. She decided it would be in her best interest if she waited to see what would happen. After all, Pansy couldn't possibly be competition for Potter.
Draco slipped through the common room and made his way towards the staircase. He had noticed Pansy and Daphne. He had been watching the two of them cautiously over the last few weeks. It definitely seemed Pansy had her mind set on taking Potter to the dark lord. He had pondered his options and chose the best option would be to tell Harry something was up.
The Gryffindor had been elusive as of the past few days. Draco had looked for him but Harry was always the last to arrive in class and first to disappear. He also hadn't seen the younger boy during meal times either. Which had left him overall very frustrated. He stomped his way up the staircases towards the Gryffindor tower.
"You are not one of my students." The Fat Lady said haughtily.
"I need to speak to one. Can you let me in?" Draco asked.
"No. Now shoo."
Upon hearing the commotion outside, Hermione poked her head out of the portrait hole. A smile settled happily on her lips at seeing the blonde Slytherin.
"Hello Draco." She blushed.
"Hermione. Might I trouble you to collect Harry for me?" He smiled.
"Um. He isn't here. I was actually on my way to come find you. I had hoped you had seen him."
"Great. The golden boy is missing. Come on, we need to talk." He said as he held his arm out for her.
Hermione stepped from the portrait and took his arm. Draco gently lead her down the stairway as they made their way through the halls. Students passed by them in various stages of glee for the upcoming celebration later that night. Halloween was always an eventful day around the castle. As such the students had been given the day and the following day off. Which would be very welcome the following day when the ones who couldn't control their gorging and lost control of their stomachs the following morning.
As they arrived on the seventh floor Draco lowered his arm and disentangled it from Hermione's. He paced before the blank section of wall as he thought for a place to speak quietly. The wall morphed to reveal a door as he turned and passed by one last time. He reached for the door and pushed it open. Gesturing for Hermione to go before himself he followed after her and checked the hall once more for prying eyes before closing the door.
"What's the matter Draco?" Hermione asked.
"It's Harry. Have you seen him?"
"No. He has been trying to avoid us. I assumed he was worried because of how to come up with some sort of attack for Halloween. He has seemed very upset ever since we all got our animagus forms down. Actually he left the last meeting we had once Ron finally got his patrons charm. Have you asked professor Brutus?"
"Not yet. I'm sure the dark lord knows where Harry is. But I have another concern. There is supposed to be a meeting tonight. Father intends to take me. Actually most students who have parents in the dark order are expected to be at the meeting tonight. I overheard Pansy and Daphne. Pansy wants to find a way to drag Potter to the dark lord to prove her loyalty. I would assume she intends to put his loyalty in her mind as she believes he is trying to get close to us to spy for the old coot." Draco spoke solemnly.
"She can't possibly be serious. How could she even expect to be able to get to Harry? Especially find a way to get him alone and take him somewhere against his will." Hermione said as her eyes widened.
"He's already alone. He's been hiding from everyone all day because of the day it is. Draco. Where did you last see her?" She gasped again.
"She was leaving the common room just before I did. You go to Him. I'll go find Pansy."
Both teens made their way from the room. Draco stroller looking every bit the Pureblood heir he was so to not draw attention. Hermione hurriedly walked her way to the defense classroom. The portrait of the young man who Harry has discovered was actually Gabriel Gryffindor smiled at her before swinging to the side. As the portrait closed behind her she looked around the room.
The living room seemed empty. She ventured into the small library and groaned as she realized it was empty also. The man had already departed for the meeting that was set to occur in less than two hours. With her quick thinking she cast her patronus. The slender white otter swam through the air around her before coming to a stop before her.
"Take this message to Professor Brutus."
The otter nodded at her and cocked its head.
"I can't find Harry. Draco suspects somebody is planning to bring him to you tonight."
The misty otter bounded off through the wall as it carried her message to the head of the dark order. Hermione sat shakily on the edge of the couch. She desperately hoped Harry was safe.
"Come on. He went this way." Pansy whispered to the three hulking figures behind her.
They made their way with their silenced footsteps closer to the bathroom they had seen the dark haired teen sneaking into. When they entered Potter had his back to them and had just spoken in parseltongue.
Adrian drew his wand and quickly cast a stupefy at the teen before him. Harry crumpled to the ground. The ground before him gave way as the entrance to the chamber opened and before the Slytherins could react the Gryffindor disappeared down the dark tunnel.
They glanced at each other before Pansy jumped down the shoot after him. The males followed her down. Grinding noises echoed above them as the sink reformed into its correct shape and once again hid the tunnels entrance.
The end of the slide spat them out in a small room with various pipes leading around on a pile of small bones. The room was dimly lit with small rays of light coming through the pipes leading back to wherever they led to. Pansy cast a cleaning charms on her robes as she stood.
"What is this place?" Warrington asked.
"I'm not sure. Get him tied up and lets find out where this goes."
Adrian aimed his wand at the unconscious form on the floor. "Incarcerous. Petrificus Totalis. Locomotor mortis."
"Where did you learn that last one?" Warrington asked the other.
"Qudditch. Professor Snape used it to get players off the field when they got hurt."
"Let's go." Pansy urged the others.
The small group made their way with Potters body floating behind them. The small tunnel led into a large room that had the ceiling partially caved in. The wall of rubble separated them from the rest of the unexplored space. Pansy slipped on something slick on the floor.
"Lumos." She snapped.
"What is that?" Warrington asked,
"It's a snake skin." Pansy whispered.
"There's no snake that big." Adrian laughed.
"Yes there is. A basilisk." The Third male finally spoke.
"You don't think we are.." Pansy trailed off.
"I have no doubt this is it. Potter must have been down here in his second year and was coming back for a hideout where nobody else could get to him."
"Parseltongue was the only way to open that door. That's why nobody but the heir could get in." Pansy marveled.
"Is it still here somewhere?" Adrian asked cautiously.
"Let's find out." Flint said with a cruel glint in his eye.
"Bombarda parvus." Pansy cast as she aimed her wand at the rubble.
As the small explosion cleared their path flint cast another lumos. The dust began to die down and they looked further into the cavern before them. The skin that was crushed below the rocks continued on for another forty if not fifty feet coiled loosely along the cavern. At the far end a door to another pipe sat blocking their path. The door was made of heavy wrought iron if not steel. The front had snakes engraved across it in obvious locking patterns. The small group glanced around at each other.
"How do we get through there? A bombarda strong enough to get us through there would bring the roof down on us." Adrian asked.
"We could wake potter up and make him say the word to get it to open." Flint offered.
"What if we summoned a snake and cast a ward around this side so it had no choice but to go that way?" Warrington suggested.
"That's not a bad idea." Pansy said.
"Get behind me. Once I cast the spell, you cast a ward around us." Warrington said evenly.
He stood facing the door and raised his wand. With a quick flick he cast the serpent summoning spell, serpensortia. A small purple-green serpent shot forth from his wand towards the door. It reared up and hissed threateningly at the students huddled a short distance away. Flint flicked his wand and cast a line of fire between them and the snake. With a hiss in their direction the snake turned to look behind it.
"Foolish humans. There's a door right here I can escape through."
With another hiss the iridescent serpent slithered towards the door. She hissed at it and another grinding noise filled the room. The snake latches in the door began to slide back towards the center as a metal serpent slithered its way to wrap around the outside of the door panel. The metallic grinding and clicking echoed around the room while the group of slytherins watched in awe. At last, the door swung open towards them and the summoned serpent made her way into the now open tunnel.
A flick of her wand and Pansy canceled the wards she had erected around them. She crossed the now burned line across the floor and peered into the tunnel.
"Come on, you won't believe this." She whispered.
The group continued on into the space before them. The chamber before them had a long pathway lined with serpent torches. The heads of the serpents raised from the water surrounding the pathway with their large mouths opened as if to strike. Flames rested on the tips of their tongues in a magical red with green tipped glow. The conscious quartet slowly made their way down the pathway towards the large chamber that it opened up to. Pansy gasped at the large body of the long-dead basilisk.
"Potter killed Slytherins monster." Flint said quietly with outrage laced in his tone.
"The body alone is worth millions in galleons. He's foolish for leaving it here." Cassius spat.
"Enough. There's a way out over that way. It looks like a cave opening. Nobody else can get down here. We can bring Potter down a notch or two in here before dissapparating to the meeting. Did you all bring your robes?" Pansy asked.
"Yeah. Go on. Tie him to that pillar and wake him up." Flint growled.
Adrian and Cassius took Potter to the pillar. They tied him with the ropes they had bound him in to the large stone itself. After making sure he was secure they stepped back away from him.
"We're just roughing him up a bit before taking him there right? So he can't fight back?" Adrian asked.
"Why do you care Pucey? Going soft?" Pansy spat.
"No. I just think what if Draco was right? We don't want to hurt him too much if he really is on our side. So we can still say we just wanted to bring him in and he put up a fight." Adrian snapped back.
"Go on. You and Warrington both can leave if you don't have the stomach for it. I'll handle Potty and bring him to the dark lord." Flint hissed.
The two boys looked at each other before they turned and made their way towards the cavern forming the exit. It was a steep climb. They both whispered about how to get out before Pansy shouted at them to summon their brooms. After waiting for them the two were off beyond the cave and far from sight.
"Let's have a little fun with mister goody goody boy." Pansy grinned evilly.
"Enneverate." Flint cast.
With a groan Harry shook his head and tried to bring his hands up to his face. When he couldn't move his arms he started to panic. He couldn't see very well with his head spinning like it was.. Not enough to find out where exactly he was. He tugged on the ropes holding him and groaned when he realized he was stuck to whatever concrete he was tied to.
"Well well if it isn't Potty out where he shouldn't be." Pansy drawled.
"What? Parkinson? What are you doing?"
"Silencio!" She hissed with a wave of her wand.
"Immobulus!"
"Oooh smart. He can't fight back that way either."
"Of course not." Flint said flashing and evil smile.
"Now then. Listen up golden boy. You're here because I don't agree with Draco. See I think you're just trying to spy on us for the old Headmaster. So we are going to give you some of what's coming to you. Have a little fun before we cart you off to the dark lord."
"Crucio!" Pansy said evenly as she aimed her wand at Harry.
She held the curse briefly before switching and casting various stinging and cutting hexes at the boy bound to the pillar. All of them were aimed carefully to avoid causing any real damage or cut any of the bindings around Harry. Harry meanwhile was panicking in his mind and desperately trying to calm himself to call for Tom. In his panicking he was struggling to get the hang of their connection.
The torture carried on from Pansy as she switched between various hexes and curses to jinxes. She held him under the cruciartus curse repeatedly. A pincushion curse would have had him screaming could he have moved as it felt as though a thousand tiny needles pricked into his flesh.
After what seemed like hours but was really only about forty-five minutes she finally seemed to have run out of steam or curses one. She stood before him chest heaving as she panted with the exhaustion. Flint sat behind her leaning back in his summoned armchair.
"About time you finished. Go on. Get your broom and fly up. Once you're out there you can use your port key to get to your house so you can clean up for the meeting. I'll finish up with Potter and take him to the dark lord."
"You'll tell him I helped?" She asked with an arched brow.
"Of course." Flint smiled at her.
Pansy blushed and cast one last scathing look towards the bleeding mess bound to the pillar. She turned and walked proudly towards the exit. She mounted her broom and soared up beyond the view of the cavern. Flint grinned nastily and turned towards the boy before him.
"Oh Potter. You think you're so great. Some savior to be worshipped. When really, you're nothing. You're not even worth the slime on my boots. You're going to be nothing to the dark side but a target dummy. Unless of course somebody else finds you pretty enough that they wouldn't mind keeping you as a bed warmer. Maybe I can ask the dark lord to give you to me."
Flint stepped closer and grabbed the bruised chin of the smaller teen. He growled and laughed as he dug his nails into the small places of unmarried flesh.
"You're lucky I waited until the end. Pansy has a bit more delicate handle for torture. I like to get a little more physical with my prey."
A loud crack echoed through the room as Flint drew back and slammed his fist into Harry's jaw. Blood dropped from the corner of Harry's mouth. Flint drew back from the other side and continued his barrage of punches across Harry's face and upper body. As he seemed unsatisfied with the damage he was leaving he began to throw in viscous kicks.
Harry's head was fuzzed with pain. He slammed into the barrier between himself and Tom before he felt himself blacking out. The dark lord had his wards up so tightly Harry couldn't feel the other. Which meant Tom was in a meeting with his elite and didn't want to be distracted. Harry cried in frustration begging mentally for it to be over soon as he couldn't even shift because he was immobilized.
Flint stepped back from Harry with a sinister grin on his lips. He reached into his pocket and withdrew the familiar holly and pheonix feather wand. With an evil look towards Harry he snapped the wand beside the younger's head.
"Try casting anything to save you now Potter."
He banished the ropes on Harry and cast another immobilizing spell on him. With a violent look in his eyes he grabbed the boy and drug him towards the chair he had summoned. He dropped the Gryffindor beside the chair as he vanished both his and Harry's robes. Sitting gracefully here grabbed his cock in his hand and stroked it lightly.
"I'd ask you to tell me. But that would require me letting you have some control. And we can't have that. So I'll just say what I think. You're not going to enjoy this as much as I will. But I'll try to be gentle with you. I don't want to ruin you for any future times we might play together. You're going to suck my cock Potter. Don't worry, I won't choke you with it."
Flint drug Harry up onto his knees. He dug his hands into the messy curls. As he guided his member towards Harry he moaned as he used the subdued boy. He guided himself slowly but steadily as he kept his eyes locked into the green orbs staring back at him. He tensed and pushed Harry down fully as he found his release. When Harry started to get red he pulled Harry up and forced him across the chair. As he stroked himself to readiness he slowly used his fingers to torture Harry further.
He drug his hands across the slices across the muscular back before him. He slowly stretched Harry and reached with his other hand to give his limp member some attention. Harry had tears in his eyes as he was unable to do anything beyond laying in the position his attacker put him in. He felt himself hardening and pounded on Toms mental wall desperately.
Tom was in the middle of his meeting with his elite when Hermione's patronus reached him. He had stared at it rather confused. Until he nudged Harry's mental barriers and found it slammed shut by the other. Which wasn't normal for Harry unless he was unconscious.
"Lucius. Have you heard from Draco?"
"Milord?" The blonde asked confused.
"Has Draco given you any reason to be concerned about the newest member of our side?" Ron asked him sharply.
"He sent me a letter a few months ago. He was concerned with our standing in the ranks should Potter join. I assured him that I didn't believe that he would need to worry about that. Has something happened that he told you?"
"No. But Miss. Granger seems concerned for Harry. If she can't find him he's not where she can find him. He won't answer mentally. Somebody must have spelled him unconscious."
Tom stood and popped away from the meeting knowing they would wait for him to come back. In his Brutus guise he paced through the halls to find Draco. He finds the Malfoy heir in the Slytherin common room. The blonde was pacing back and forth while running his hand through his hair. A trait he had clearly picked up from Harry.
"Mister Malfoy. Might I borrow you for a moment?"
Although asked as a question Draco knew better than to resist. He walked over and looked into the eyes of the elder, allowing the man to enter his mind with ease. He stood still as the man slipped between memories and spun on his heel.
Draco followed behind him and Daphne followed them from the room. Teal eyes flicked angrily across the halls searching for the Parkinson heiress as he stalked his way towards the only place he could think Harry mag have been hiding.
Inside the bathroom Tom spat the words to open the chamber and called for the stairs to descend down into the depths. Draco followed closely behind him still unaware of Daphne following the pair. As the now trio slipped into the darkness Tom finally turned and looked at Draco while dropping his guise.
"Ah. Miss Greengrass." He drawled as he realized she was just behind the blonde male.
Daphne dropped herself to her knees before the man standing before her when she saw him. He rolled his eyes and gestured for Draco to guide her to her feet. The dark lord stalked angrily through the pipes leading to the antechamber before snarling out the word open to allow the door to swing open.
"This will go no further Greengrass. Draco. Stay with her here."
"Yes Milord." Came the echoed reply from both teens.
Tom spun on his heel and stalked through the entrance into the chamber itself. Once he lowered himself to the pathway to the chamber he allowed his thermal vision to show him where the current occupants were.
His view angered him when he saw two forms up ahead of him in incriminating positions. He clenched his jaw angrily and bit back the pain and anger threatening to bubble up. He continued to stalk forward angrily with his magic swirling dangerously around him.
The scene he came upon wasn't what he had erroneously assumed. His magic swirled out and shoved Flint away from the bound form of Harry. The man slammed with a sickening thud against the wall as Tom waved his hand to release Harry.
Harry fell forward into Toms waiting arms with a cry. Huge sobs wracked the still small frame as Tom carded his fingers through his hair gently. He summoned a robe and wrapped it tightly around his young partner.
"Harry. Harry love you need to breathe. You have to calm down to breathe. I'm here. He's never going to touch you again. I'm right here." Tom soothed gently.
"You don't know what he did. I told you I'm disgusting."
"No my lion, I don't know. You will tell me. And I will have retribution ten fold. You are NOT disgusting. That pig is." Tom hissed angrily in their mind.
"He was going to fuck me Tom." Harry cried brokenly.
Tense arms tightened around the younger male. Tom's magic swirled angrily around the pair as he pulled Harry's face too look at him. The bruises and the cuts on the face left streaks of blood and tears as the boy sobbed in agony.
"He will pay for ever daring touch what was mine." Tom growled.
Drawing his wand Tom slowly began to cast healing spells on the wounds peppering Harry's form. A gasp behind them caused Tom to hiss angrily again.
"Draco. I told you to stay back."
"I'm afraid Draco did stay back my lord. May I help? I have started my apprenticeship to madam Pomfrey." Daphne spoke gently.
Harry peeked over Toms shoulder at the blonde and nodded softly at Tom. The elder turned so that the girl could have access to some of the wounds on the young mans chest. The pair worked in silence with Tom gently reassuring Harry through their connection. Once the wounds covering most of the flesh outside of the robe covering the young male's lap were healed Daphne bowed to the dark lord and departed to grab Draco.
"Where else did they touch you love?"
"I…he didn't…" Harry trailed off lost on how to tell Tom.
"I see." Tom growled.
Harry flinched in his arms.
"I'm not angry with you my lion. You can't fight what you don't expect. This is not your fault. They wanted to attack you because they wanted to impress me by disproving your loyalty."
"How can you forgive me?"
"Because had you been able to you would have fought them. Never blame yourself Harry. Be still love. I need to heal any damage."
Toms arms tightened around Harry as he shifted the younger into his lap. His hand slid down Harry's back and trailed gently lower behind Harry's arse. As his fingers slid lower between the two globes of flesh Harry whimpered softly. Tom shushed him reassuringly as he murmured a spell to lubricate his fingers. He gently pressed the tip of his index finger against the tight ring of muscle. As Harry again tensed in his arms again Tom slowed and gently stroked Harry's back while kissing him softly.
"Tom." Harry whined softly.
"I won't hurt you love. I have to be able to feel the wounds to heal them."
"Didn't. Hurt. There." Harry panted softly as Tom slid his finger the rest of the way into the passage.
"You sound out of breath love. Are you sure? Being thorough is a specialty of mine." Tom replied with a smirk as he bit Harry's lip carefully.
With a final healing spell whispered against Harry's lips Tom withdrew his hand and cast a gentle cleaning charm on the two of them. Harry slipped the robe fully on as Tom guided him to his feet.
"Come love, let me take you home for the night. I will call the meeting tomorrow."
"No I'm alright. We can do it tonight. I'm alright. Just…as much as expected."
"You will tell me who else was here."
Instead of speaking Harry lowered his head and mentally pushed the images through to Tom. The Slytherin heir grasped Harry in his arms gently and whispered in his ear reassurances again. With a loud crack the pair disappeared from the chamber leaving behind an unconscious Flint.