A Tangled Web
Book One:
All These Poses of Classical Torture
By: pandorabox82
AKA: Steph
Disclaimer: This story you are about to read is rated NC-17 for a reason. If you are a minor, leave now. That said, here follows the standard disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. I am not anywhere near JKR's writing style because I am not her. I just happen to be borrowing her characters for a little bit so I can get this story out of me. Don't sue, because I am a typical college student, and have nothing.
Author's Notes: This story came from weird and wonderful places in my mind. Please keep in mind that this is book one of five planned. Please go read the prologue to this, entitled "Eternity in the Palm of Our Hands" to understand some direction that I am going in. Also, there is a mention of a certain daytime television show. 50 points to your house if you can identify it! I would like to thank all the gals at Snape's Secret Cabinet who gave me some really good ideas for this. Also, I want to thank my bouncer, Lynne, without whom this story would never have taken on the scope that it has. She's kept me in check, and pointed out ways that seem more consistent and in character. And as always, this story is dedicated to my angel, my muse, Gretchen.
When Draco arrived at the Manor, Narcissa was waiting for him. She was not expecting anyone else to be with him, least of all a female.
"Draco! Where have you been? And who is this with you? Your friends arrived hours ago and have told me nothing! What have you been doing?"
"Nothing that concerns you right now, Mother. This is Petunia Dursley, Lily Potter's sister. She'll be staying with us for some time. Be nice, and I'll let you play with us."
"Yes, Draco. Where's she going to stay?"
"For tonight, and tomorrow night, she stays in my room, with me. After that, the games will begin. Now, I'm going to take her up, and we're going to get some clothes from your room. Good night, Mother."
Turning, he led Petunia up the staircase, and turned into the first room on the left. He walked over to a dresser and pulled out a purple satin negligee. "At night, you'll wear this. Otherwise, you'll be fine in what you're wearing now." Handing her the nightie, he said, "Strip and put that on, now!"
"Yes, sir," she meekly responded, though deep inside her, she felt a flicker of her old temperament, some bit of anger and resistance. Slipping off her skirt, she then pulled off her blouse. Clad only in her slip, bra, and panties, she tried to put the negligee on.
"Now, Petunia, you know you can't put that on until you have completely stripped. Why do you have such sensibilities? I've seen it all earlier."
Her cheeks burning with shame, Petunia lowered the negligee to the bed, and slipped out of the slip and panties. Trying to cover herself with one hand, she began to fumble with the clasp of her bra with the other. Finally, it came undone, and she quickly dressed in the skimpy negligee.
"Beautiful," he whispered as he came up and kissed her in the hollow of her throat. "Now, follow me."
"What about my clothes?"
"You can get them in the morning, my Pet. Mother won't harm them, especially if she wants to play, later."
"Sir, why did Severus call you Lucius?"
"Because I've put an illusion spell on myself to make me look like my father. Here, I'll show you my true form. Finite Incantatum!" Slowly his features melted to become younger, softer, more beautiful.
"You look like an angel," she breathed, "but you're so evil."
Giving a throaty laugh, Draco turned to completely face her. "Do you know, my father said that to me just before he died. The foolish man should have known that no one stands in the way of greatness for very long." When she said nothing in reply, he looked into her eyes, and noticed then that they were far away, not connecting with reality. 'If this is the way she wants to play, so be it,' Draco thought. Aloud, he told her, "Come, my Pet, the night is getting late." Taking her hand, he led her back into the hallway. Going across the hall, he opened the heavy door and led her into a sumptuous room.
Petunia looked around, drinking in the sights of luxury of which she'd heard about, but never known. She let him lead her to the large four-poster bed, heavily canopied in purple velvet. She was tired, oh so very tired, and wanted nothing more than to sleep and forget. She climbed under the silk sheets and was out the minute her head touched the pillow.
Draco sighed. Though he had a feeling she would be this tired, he still wanted to play with her. 'Oh well, maybe she'll be responsive in slumber,' he thought, as he cast off his clothes and joined her in the bed. Pulling her slumbering body flush against his youthful one, he noticed how truly small she was. Yet the persona she exuded when she was awake and fighting made her seem so much bigger.
Kissing the back of her neck, he let his hands rove over her body. She tried to turn away from him, and murmured, "Not tonight, Vernon." Pressing on, he slightly turned her, kissing the hollow of her throat once more, while pulling down the straps of the nightie. Kissing down her neck and chest, he felt her begin to relax against him. Taking this to be a sign of her acquiescence, he continued down her chest, reaching the swelling of her breast. As one hand squeezed and caressed her left breast, his mouth suckled on her right nipple. Once Draco was sure that the nipple could get no harder, he began to flick his tongue over it, eliciting a moan from the still sleeping woman. He changed his ministrations from the right to the left breast, and at the continued stimulation, Petunia began to writhe about on the bed. After several minutes of Draco amusing himself in that way, he began to drag his lips down her body, his hands skimming the negligee down to her knees.
When his roving mouth got to her womanhood, he found her wet, ready for him. Slipping the nightgown totally off her body, he opened her with his fingers, and let his mouth kiss and suckle on the small clit he found hiding there.
The first touch of his lips there shocked Petunia awake. Looking down, she noticed who was demanding this unbearable pleasure from her body. Giving a cry of horror and mortification, she tried to twist away from his invading mouth. Draco just laughed and held her still. Tears of shame washed her face as he entered her prepared body - for she realised that was what she was to him, a body, a vessel, to be filled and used however he, her Master, desired. "No! Please, no!" she screamed at him, but he took delight in hearing her scream. He slowed down his thrusts into her, and reached up to sharply pinch one of her nipples. She wailed in pain, and he decided to do it again and again, each time he thrust into her. Finally, he sensed his body was ready to climax. He thrust once more into her, shuddering with completion as his orgasm overtook him.
Withdrawing himself from her body, he once more kissed her forehead. "You did well, Pet," he murmured, before falling asleep.
Petunia's tears had not ended, since she first became aware of what he was doing to her. Curling into a little ball, she rocked herself into a light sleep, terrified that if she slipped into a deep slumber, her body would once more betray her, and let her be used by the evil angel who had kidnapped her and killed her family.
When morning broke, Petunia awoke to find Draco's arms wrapped around her, holding her close to him. Extracting herself from his prison of arms, she sat in a plush, red velvet chair by the fireplace, and began to silently cry. 'I wish I had that power I used yesterday,' she thought as she stared dully at the flames.
Severus could not get Petunia off his mind. Her plight tortured his sleep, as he kept picturing what that evil bastard Lucius did to his captives. Then there was that jolt he'd felt when he'd kissed her hand in the Apothecary shop. Surely that didn't mean anything, right? After all, Lily was his first love, his only love. She was pure, like snowflakes, nothing marred her beauty. She was his angel until the Marauders stole her away. 'Yet, I find myself thinking of her, and forgetting about my angel,' he thought, as sleep once more made a claim on his time.
"Albus, I can't be alone tonight. Let me stay here with you, just for the night." Minerva stood by his desk, her eyes begging him to say yes. He stood and led her to his bedroom. Slipping out of her outer robes, she climbed in, Albus following suit. Together they fell asleep, his arms wrapped around her, soothing her when she woke in the night, screaming from what she had seen.
Harry stared into the blazing fire that was lit in Hermione's sitting room. He felt more than saw her enter and sit beside him.
"I've done it again," he dully stated, his voice devoid of emotion.
"Did what, love?"
"Dragged innocents into this war against Voldemort. Hermione, my aunt has been taken by Lucius Malfoy, and no one knows why. All we know for certain is that my aunt is a witch, my uncle and cousin are dead, and that Lucius has her. What if he kills her? That will be another death that is my fault. Dammit! I should have protected them! They were family, after all."
Hermione took Harry into her arms, and held him. "We will get her back, my love, and we will do it together." They sat there in front of the fire for a few minutes longer, before she led him to her bed, where sleep soon claimed the weary boy and his love.
The day had gone strangely well for Petunia. Narcissa had given her a set of robes to wear, instead of her old clothes, and Draco had lead her to the library after breakfast.
"I have to make plans with my friends, so I want you to stay here until I come and get you. Is that understood, Pet?"
"Yes, Sir," she responded as he turned and left her to her own devices. She looked at all the books that were on the shelves, and picked out a black leather-bound book entitled A History of the Ancient Roman Wizards and Witches. Sitting on a settee before the fireplace, she began to read, soon losing track of time.
At 7 o'clock in the evening, Draco came and got her out of the library and brought her to the table, where a sumptuous feast was laid out. The sight of all this lavish embellishments set Petunia's nerves on edge.
'Something is very wrong here,' she thought. 'It's almost as if he's giving me a last meal or something.'
She took a seat, and Malfoy sat at her side. Taking her plate, he filled it with a little of everything, from oysters to caviar to roast swan.
"Here, Pet, eat this. It's good for you, especially for tonight."
"What happens tonight, Sir?"
"You'll see, Pet, you'll see."
Narcissa gave a throaty laugh. "You have her well trained, Draco. Tell me, does she act the same way in bed?"
Petunia blushed a bright red, and looked down at her plate, no longer interested in eating. Draco shot a dark look at his mother, who took the hint, and began to eat once more in silence. "Pet, you need to eat, to keep your strength up," he coaxed. Reluctantly, she picked up her fork and picked at the food that was there. After what seemed like hour, Draco stood up and announced, "Mother, I grow weary of this. Entertain us on the piano." Taking Petunia's arm, he led her to a beautiful music room, filled by a gorgeous black full concert grand piano, along with many other instruments hung on the walls.
Narcissa sat at the piano and began to play a spirited piece with great skill. Petunia leaned up and whispered in Draco's ear, "What is she playing?"
"The third section of Kabalewsky's Sonatina No. 1 for piano solo."
Falling silent once more, Petunia let the beauty of the music take her from her captor's house to a place where no one could hurt her.
As Narcissa was finishing the last piece of the evening, Draco leaned down, and whispered into Petunia's ear, "You know, my Pet, together we'll wreak havoc, you and me." A shudder ran through her body, which he mistook for pleasure. "Yes, you'll be Queen to my King, my Pet, and we'll rule the world with an iron fist." A single tear fell from her eye, and rolled down her face.
When Narcissa had finished the piece, Canon in D by Pachelbel, she stood up and took a bow. Turning to face Draco, she asked, "Is it time now?"
At his nod, she spoke once more. "Oh, goody," she replied as she gave Petunia a look filled with naked hunger. Petunia shrank back from her, into Draco, more afraid of the lust she saw in Narcissa's eyes than the lust she knew was in Draco's heart.
Taking Petunia's arm, Draco led her up the stairs, Narcissa trailing behind. All three entered Draco's room, and Petunia watched in horror as mother and son kissed passionately while removing their clothing. Soon, they fell onto the bed, and Petunia tried to block out all sensory images of their heated lovemaking.
She had almost succeeded in shutting out the world around her, when she felt a soft hand grab her wrist. She turned and saw that it was Narcissa, trying to drag her over to the bed. Detached from her feelings, she let Narcissa remove her clothing and lay her down on the bed, next to Draco.
"Draco, she's creepy," she heard Narcissa say.
"No, Mother, she's trying to hide from us. But I know how to have her join us." His grin was one of pure evil as he drew his mother onto the bed with them. "You take her left, while I work on the right." Sitting Petunia up, he took her nipple into his mouth, while his mother followed suit on the other side.
The feeling washed over Petunia, overwhelming her already frayed nerves. Unable to fight any longer, she gave herself over to the horrible pleasure they brought. She was brought to a shuddering orgasm by Narcissa's fingers, even as tears of shame ran down her face.
But it was not over yet, Draco pushed his mother off to the side of the bed, and thrust into Petunia. As he thrust in and out of her unresisting body, his mother once more began to suckle on one of Petunia's nipples. As the orgasm hit, she found herself falling into a black abyss, finally able to shut herself off from everything.
When she sensed the other two were asleep, she let herself come back to reality. She felt so used, so degraded, and worst of all, she knew that she deserved it for treating Harry so badly for so long. She was broken, defeated, and her deliverance could not come soon enough. Petunia Evans Dursley fell asleep that night believing she was worthless.
The next morning, the whole atmosphere at Malfoy Manor had changed. Something was coming, one could feel it in the air.
"Come, my Pet, we're going to my special game room. I'm sure you'll love it," Draco said to her as she finished her breakfast.
She gave him a quizzical look, before nodding her head. Just then, her eyes fell upon the three who'd been at the house with Draco. "What are they doing here, Sir?" she asked.
"They're here to play with us, Pet," he responded as he led her back to the library. Pressing a book, he opened up a passageway that led down. "Lumos," he said, holding out his wand, which now let off a small bit of light. She soon lost her sense of where she was in the twisting maze he was leading her through.
Suddenly stopping, Draco opened a door that revealed a large chamber lit by candles. Leading Petunia over to one of the walls, he manacled her there. She gave him a look of confused horror, which he only laughed at.
"Silly Petunia, why do you think you're here? You're here to be our secret weapon in destroying Harry Potter. All we have to do is get your magic to stay out. That's why we- I brought you down here." Stepping back from her to join the others, he pulled out his wand.
"Crucio!" he yelled at her, and pain filled her body. Yet it was not too great a pain, and Draco sensed that she wasn't feeling all the effects of the curse as he wanted. "Blaise, join me!"
"With pleasure, Draco. Crucio!"
Even the power of both of them did little to faze her. Maybe it was the course of the past few days, maybe it was because of her never being taught to fear the Cruciatus Curse, or a combination of both, somehow she rose above the pain. No matter how many times Draco and Blaise threw it at her, she was still able to resist most of the pain.
"Leave her there. Tomorrow begins the real fun," Draco spat after three fruitless hours of torture. He was drained and needed to sleep, and eat, and get his energy back. All four left the room, leaving Petunia hanging there as one by one the candles gutted, leaving her in complete darkness.
Time passed, though Petunia couldn't say how much. Once she fell asleep for a bit, and once someone brought her food, but she wasn't sure whom. She dreamt of Harry and Severus, and it was during this dream that Draco and his friends returned.
Crabbe and Goyle lit new candles while Draco pulled out some things from the bag he'd been carrying. He handed one to Blaise, and one to Crabbe and Goyle, and kept one for himself. "Remember, ply the tips for the time being. I don't want any marks on her body."
It was then that Petunia realised they were holding bullwhips in their hands. "No," she whispered with rising hysteria in her voice, "please no." She pleaded with her eyes, trying to stop the madness.
"Petunia, you'd make it so much easier on yourself if you used your magic. We know it's in there, it's up to you to bring it out." He cracked his whip and nodded at the others. They began to hit her with their whips. The stinging was unpleasant, and just continued on and on. But once again, no signs of her magic appeared, even after hour of whipping. Once more, they left her to the encroaching dark and her own imagination.
"We have to try something else. Nothing has worked on her."
"How'd she get so strong, Draco?"
"I have no idea. But I have one last track to try before we go asking for help."
The next day, Draco brought her wand with him. Setting it on a table he conjured up, he turned to face her. "I really wish I didn't have to do this," he said as he took her down from the manacles. As she was trying to rub some feeling back into her arms, he drew his wand and said, "Imperio!"
"Walk over and pick up your wand," a voice commanded her, and she found herself following its command. Picking up her wand, she waited for the next command.
"Point your wand at the table, and say 'Wingardium Leviosa'." She tried doing so, but nothing happened. "Do it again!" She tried once more, and came up with the same results. Again and again she was made to try to levitate the table, and each time she failed. Finally on the fiftieth try, she managed to get it a quarter of an inch off the ground, but it fell back down when her magic shorted out once more. Petunia fell to the floor, exhaustion overwhelming her body.
"Blaise, stay here at the house with her. Bring her up to the library, feed her, and let her read if she so desires. Crabbe, Goyle, and I will return in a short time," Draco stated. He bent down to Petunia's inert body, and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. "You did well, my Pet, but not well enough. I don't know what to do with you." Standing, he turned to the two young men and said, "Come, we are going to pay a visit to our Lord Voldemort, and see if he has any ideas of how to break this barrier down that she has."
"Yes, Draco," the two answered as they all apparated out.
Blaise knelt, and firmly shook Petunia awake. "Come, Petunia. Let's get you fed, as Draco suggested. Follow me."
"Why are you being so nice?"
"Because Draco would have me killed if I harmed a hair on your head. You're his precious secret weapon, the way he can solidify his position with Voldemort. You do know that Draco is right, that if you'd just use your magic, he wouldn't hurt you anymore, right?"
"I can't touch it. I feel it there, but it's not reachable to me. Believe me, I'd do anything to stop this, anything."
Blaise gave her a bemused look and led her up the winding maze to the library, leaving her alone to get some food from the kitchen.
When she was alone, Petunia did something she hadn't since she was a small child. She prayed. "Lord, if the only way to stop this horrible evil is to use the one thing I once despised, please give me access to it. I don't know how much more of this I can take." She then sat of the couch, where she promptly fell asleep.
That's how Blaise found her several minutes later as returned with food. As she gazed at the witch she'd helped to torture, a sense of sickness filled her. 'I had no idea she was one of us at the beginning of this. How can I continue doing this to her?'
Draco bowed low to his lord, waiting for the signal to rise. As he rose, he could feel Voldemort's questioning gaze on him.
"My lord, I have good news, and a question."
"Yes, Draco?"
"The aunt of Harry Potter is, in actuality, a witch. Her power lies buried deep inside her. Ollivander himself said she would be a strong asset. However, this leads to my question. I have not been able to get her power out, save but once. Is there any way you, my lord, can think of which would get her magic out permanently?"
"Draco, my son, a combination of Cruciatus and Imperious works wonders on recalcitrant witches and wizards. Now, what do you plan on using Harry's aunt for?"
"The destruction of Harry and that Mudblood loving school, Hogwarts. She'll be your secret weapon against them. Who'd expect his own relative would be the one to kill him?"
"Will you be training her with the so-called Unforgivables?"
"Of course, my lord. She'd be useless without them."
"Very good, Draco. Have her ready by the first of May."
"But, lord, that's only three weeks away!"
"You'll have to work fast then, won't you?"
"Yes, lord. I leave now to continue her breaking and training."
"Very good. I'll see you and her in May."
The three men apparated back to the Manor, to find Blaise watching Petunia sleep.
"How long has she slept?"
"Since you left, Draco."
"Well, that's about to end. Pet, wake up!" he shouted. Instantly, she was awake. "Now, Pet, we have very little time to get you trained. For right now, you're going to practise on Crabbe here."
"Practise what, Sir?"
"The Unforgivables, Pet. Imperio!"
Once more, Petunia found herself unable to do anything with her own body but listen to Draco.
"Now, while I have you under control, Blaise is going to Crucio you, and I promise that this time, it will hurt you. However, if you obey, things might go easier. Blaise, get ready. When I point at you, I want you to Crucio her, all right?" Blaise nodded slightly, her eyes downcast. "Now!" Draco yelled as he pointed on her.
"Crucio!" Blaise shouted.
"This hurts, doesn't it, Petunia? Take the wand, your wand, from Draco's hand and point it at Crabbe. If you say 'Crucio' and get him to squirm, it will hurt less for you."
"Why should I?" thought Petunia.
"Because each time you say no, the pain gets worse, doesn't it? Now, do as I said."
Petunia got her wand and yelled 'Crucio' at Crabbe. Nothing happened.
"This pain will keep growing until you hurt Crabbe."
Indeed, it was as the voice said, the pain was growing worse with each passing second. 'I'll not hurt anyone else,' she fiercely thought.
"But you have to, if you want the pain to stop," the voice whispered.
"No, you don't," another voice whispered to her. "Wrap your mind around the power, embrace it, and throw off the Imperious."
'Lily? What is going on, you're dead. How can you be speaking to me? I must have lost it.'
"No, Petunia, listen to me. You're going to have to do some things that will hurt others, but I know you'll be fine. Remember, you're power is for healing, not destroying."
As her voice left Petunia, she could feel the power invade every cell of her body. It became a part of her, and her mind grasped that she could now control this power.
Draco, too, sensed the change in his Pet. Turning her to face him, he asked, "You have it, don't you?"
She moved away from his grasp. "Have what, Sir?" she asked, derision in her voice.
"How did you break the Imperious and the Cruciatus? Only someone well trained can do that."
"Or a great healer. My powers are for healing, not destroying."
"We'll see about that. Imperio!"
Once more, the other voice was there, but it was weaker this time. Yet even though it was weaker, she was unable to fully fight it. "Now," the voice said, "I want you to Crucio Crabbe."
Raising her wand, Petunia found herself using that curse, causing Crabbe much pain. "Draco, make her stop!" Goyle yelled, seeing how much pain Crabbe was in.
"That's enough, Petunia," the voice told her, as Draco conjured up a rabbit. "Now, I want you to point your wand at that rabbit, and say, 'Avada Kedavra'."
Doing so, she watched as a stream of green light came from her wand and hit the rabbit, which fell over, dead. 'What have I just done,' she thought before she passed out.
Turning to his group, Draco said, "She might not need much training, as long as she's kept under the Imperious. Blaise, take her to my room. Crabbe, Goyle, you're coming to Knockturn Alley with me. Blaise, we should be back in a day or so."
"What do I do until you get back?"
"Keep watch over her. If she fights off the Imperious, just zap her with it again."
"Yes, Draco."
He left soon after that, and Blaise carried Petunia up the stairs.
Petunia's sleep was dreamless, and she awoke more tired than when she'd passed out. Sitting up in the bed, she found the voice faintly speaking to her, much easier to fight. Getting out of the bed, she began to explore the large house, looking for something- though she couldn't put her finger on what exactly. After an hour of wandering, she found a tower. Walking up the spiral steps, she found herself in a room with many owls, and a writing desk. Sudden inspiration filled her mind.
She took out a piece of parchment, and began to write quickly:
"Dear Harry,
Please, come and save me! Don't leave me here, please don't leave me here with Malfoy! I'm scared to death as to what he'll do to me next. I don't want to hurt you, Harry, and I'm so frightened that I will end up doing just that, or worse. Please, Harry, come quickly, I don't know how much longer I can last here!
Petunia
She folded up the letter, and tied it around the leg of a nearby owl, as she'd once seen Harry do. Opening the window, she was just about to send out the owl when the door burst open and Draco ran up the stairs. "Find Harry!" she yelled, throwing the owl out the window.
"That's it! I've had enough of your rebellion! Why do you insist on protecting the boy who stole away your sister? You should hate what he and his kind did to your family! I'll make you see how horrible this community can be. It's the gauntlet for you tonight, my Pet, and Voldemort on the morrow. Petrificus Totalus!"
Petunia's mind tried to resist the hex, but was unable to. She fell heavily to the floor, hitting her head. The world went black.
Harry watched as the house elves cleared away the remains of the supper Hermione and he had eaten. Turning to his lady, he was going to ask her what she had planned for tomorrow when an unfamiliar owl landed on the table from the open window. Harry took off the parchment there, and the owl took to the skies once more.
Unfolding the paper, he read his aunt's hastily scrawled message, before handing it to a curious Hermione. Once she'd read it, quick tears formed in her eyes, and she walked over and put her arms around Harry. "Has no one been able to find her, then? Why haven't they gone after Lucius?"
"Because he's Ministry, why else? Supposedly, he took a sabbatical to France at the same time Aunt Petunia disappeared. God dammit, I'm going there myself to take him out! The bastard's gone too far this time!"
"Harry, you can't! Lucius will kill you, or worse! Leave it to the Ministry. Show them this letter, it'll have to get them moving!"
"She's my only living relative, 'Mione. How can I just sit here and do nothing?"
"Oh, Harry, I don't know. At least now you know that she's alive, there's still hope."
"Yes, there's hope that one day we'll find her. But what if we never do? Or what if we do, and she's never normal again? I've heard Severus talk about some of the things Lucius does to his captives!"
"We will find her, you have to believe. Take this to Albus, he'll know what to do here. Does anyone have any idea yet as to why he took her?"
"No idea at all. What could you do with an untrained adult witch?"
After thinking for a few moments, Hermione shot back with an answer. "Harry, love, they could do a lot. Remember that cartoon that came out in the '80's, about that mouse that goes to New York? What did they use against the cats at the end of it?"
"A big mouse? They're going to turn my aunt into a mouse?"
"No, Harry, think. What was the mouse?"
"A secret weapon! Hermione, you don't think that they're going to do that to her, do you?"
"It's Lucius Malfoy and his gang, Harry. They're capable of anything."
"You're right, 'Mione. I'll go to Dumbledore right now with this. Maybe he's got a lead on her whereabouts."
"I'm right behind you, Harry."
"You think she's what?"
"Being used as a secret weapon, Albus. If you think about it, that's the only situation that makes any sense. After all, what would Lucius want with an untrained witch?"
"Well, I had better get the staff ready for this. A powerful witch in Malfoy's hands is a very dangerous thing, indeed."
When Petunia awoke, she found herself tied to a column in what appeared to be a very narrow ballroom. Looking down, she saw that she was dressed in 19th century garb. She could feel the corset biting into her already slim waist, conforming her body to the tight black satin dress, pushing her chest to the point of falling out of the low-cut bodice.
"So, you've decided to join us, Pet. I trust you recognise Crabbe and Goyle, but I'd like to introduce you to the rest of my friends- Avery, Flint, Baddock, Pritchard, Higgs, Pucey, Derrick, Bole, Bletchley, and Bletchley. They couldn't resist coming when I told them the fun we'd had the other night with my mother." Looking to where he pointed, she saw two rows of six men, each standing on a square of black marble. A sense of foreboding filled her mind.
"Now, the rules of the gauntlet are simple. You start at the beginning pair and run down the row. They are allowed to hex you, impede you, and use your body in any way they see fit, short of killing you. The only rule is that they must wait their turn. After you've passed one pair, they may follow you, but not before you reach them. When you get to my throne at the other end of this room, then your bout with the gauntlet will be over. Begin!" he yelled, as he began to walk to where his throne was situated.
"Oh, wait, your arms need to be untied, don't they?" he asked as he turned back to face her. Coming over to her side, he slowly untied the knots that bound her, and roughly pulled her to her feet. "Now, you may begin."
Petunia looked into the leering faces of the men. Slowly, she took a step back, her body quaking. "Now, Pet, I don't want to use the Imperious curse on you. I want this to be a natural reaction. So move down the line, and when you get to me, it will all be over."
Frantically, she looked for a door, a window, any way to escape. "There are no exits from this room, my Pet. Now, go! My patience is wearing thin."
Lowering her head in defeat, she began to blindly run towards Draco. The first set of hands stopped her, though. It had been decided among the lot of them not to hex or impede her in any manner, they just wanted the sex. Hands replaced wands, and she struggled to break free of the grasp of the one who held her arms, as the other ripped open her bodice and the underlying chemise. A deep blush stained her cheeks as she watched the man bend and take a nipple into his mouth, while pulling down the remnants if her dress and underclothes. All that remained on her body was the stiff, unyielding corset. Finally, after much struggling, she tore herself free of his grasp, and tried to wade through the other men.
Faces blurred, and time ceased to mean anything to the trapped woman. She was once more the body, the vessel, to be used in any way they wanted. Slowly, she felt her body begin to respond to the unholy pleasure the mouths and hands elicited from her willing body and unwilling mind. A slight moan passed from her lips, and she felt herself falling to the ground.
She had never felt so many mouths on her at one time. She was about to try and get up when she felt him enter her. She knew it was Draco from his mannerisms and the way he felt inside her. Though no one knew it, Vernon and Draco had been her only sexual partners. As the mouths continued to suck, lick, bite, and tease, she felt her body respond to the plethora of stimuli. Tears of shame ran down her face, even as her greatest orgasm hit, sending her into a dark oblivion.
Draco looked at her inert body, knowing she'd passed out and escaped him once more. "Eneverate!" he screamed, not willing to let his fuck-toy escape so easily. Once more, he screamed 'Eneverate!' with no response. "Fine then, escape for tonight. The morning brings Voldemort, and he is far worse than I," he whispered to her. Getting up, he told his gang they could go. Picking up his captive, he apparated to his room, and laid her on the bed. Leaving the room, he went to join his mother.
On top of a green hill, Petunia sat and watched as two children darted and played in the valley below her. She couldn't help but think of Lily and herself when they were children, how they'd done the same playing together, before they'd been torn apart by magic.
"Reminds you of us, doesn't it, Tuna?" s voice asked behind her.
'No one called me that except Lily,' Petunia thought as she slowly turned around to face the person who'd addressed her. "Lily? Now you decide to grace me with your presence? After I've been hurt so badly? That is so typical of you, never there when you're needed, turning up like a bad penny when you're not. Why should I have expected any differently?"
"Tuna, I- I wanted to be there to comfort you when you were hurting, but I wasn't allowed. Even right now, I'm not supposed to be talking with you. Come with me." Taking Petunia's arm, she began to walk down the hill, towards the girls. When they'd reached them, Lily stopped. "Listen," she said to Petunia.
The dark-haired girl fell to the ground hard. Hitting her head on a rock, she began to cry. The red-haired girl stopped, and offered her hand to her sister. "It's okay, Tuna, Lily will help you."
"I love you, Lily," the little Petunia responded as she took her sister's hand and stood up. Wrapping her arms around Lily, she said, "I'll always love you," before they turned and walked off.
"That was us?" Petunia breathed.
"Yes. Remember when Mother took us to Ireland to visit relatives, and we were playing in the hills behind their house? That's how you choose to remember me, as the child who would never hurt you. But, I'm afraid I did much more to hurt you then I could ever have dreamed."
"What do you mean, Lily?"
"Don't you think Hogwarts knew you were magical? They sent an owl for you and for me. I was jealous of the time you spent with Mother, and decided that since you had her, you didn't need Hogwarts, too. I never dreamed that by sending that owl back, saying you'd said no, that you'd come to hate me so."
"I never hated you, Lily. I hated what you'd become. You were so different after a year there. I was so afraid that I'd lost you to them, I put on the disguise of hate. After awhile, though, the disguise became a part of me, and I could no longer separate the two."
"And what about my son. Do you hate him, as well?"
"No, he reminds me of you too much." Turning suddenly to Lily, Petunia asked, "Please, can I stay here with you? When I get back, I will bleed after the beating I certain Draco is going to give to me."
"Oh, dear heart, I wish you could stay here with me, but you have to go back. You're needed there, and you're going to do great things, better things than I ever did. You have tremendous strength and power, more so than your captors know. When they hurt you, focus on your heart, not on the pain. All they do serves to make you stronger. They're not going to kill you, they need you too badly.
"A smart woman once said that life is sort of like Christ, you have to lose it to gain your soul. Accepting the pain helps you gain redemption for your soul. I love you, Tuna, and I am sorry, so very sorry for all that I've done to you."
"You have nothing to be sorry for Lily. It is I who should be asking forgiveness from you."
Lily gave her a wistful smile, and replied, "Forgiveness is freely granted. I love you. Remember, you are stronger than anything they throw at you. Now, you must go back."
The scene faded out to an inky black. Petunia slowly opened her eyes, looking around, trying not to move and draw attention to herself. From her position, she could see Crabbe on one side of her bed, Goyle on the other. Carefully moving her hand, she felt for her wand and found that it wasn't there. 'Did you really expect them to leave you with a weapon?' she thought.
"Don't you think we should at least have some fun while we're guarding her, Greg?" At the sound of Crabbe's voice, Petunia froze on the bed, trying to calm her suddenly erratic breathing.
"You heard Draco, Vinnie - we're not allowed to touch his property. Why do you think he joined in the gauntlet last night? He's obsessed with her, and I'll bet you anything he's sorry he said he'd turn her over to Lord Voldemort today. He has to go through with it, or look like a pansy."
"What's he going to do if we screw her, kill us?"
"I think he might. Vinnie, he hasn't acted like this since he started fucking his mother. Don't do anything stupid when we're so close to winning this war."
"All right, Greg. I suppose you're right. But what's Draco going to do when Lord Voldemort kills her? She is just a Mudblood after all - once he's finished with her, she's a goner."
Petunia gave a small gasp, and watched as both Crabbe and Goyle turned to look at her. "Vinnie, go get Draco, she's finally woken up. I'll stay here with Sleeping Beauty."
"You know, I could stay here with her, and you could go and get Draco, Greg."
"I don't think so. Now go! He said he wanted to know the moment she woke up."
"You take the fun out of everything, Greg!" Vincent whined.
"No, I just try to make sure Draco is happy, so that Lord Voldemort doesn't hear bad reports about us and stops us from raping, pillaging, and plundering Hogsmeade, once we destroy Hogwarts."
"You forgot- eating babies."
"No one eats babies anymore, Vinnie."
"Damn. Fine, I'm off for Draco then. I'll see you in a few minutes," Vincent said as he walked out the door.
Gregory turned to Petunia, and took a seat on the bed. "You know, you're causing more trouble than you're worth. I don't know what Draco sees in you."
"He sees in me what he sees in you - someone to control. Only I'm not playing by that game any longer. I won't be controlled by anyone, you overgrown freak."
"What'd you call me?"
"You heard me, freak. That's all your kind are- freaks who can only get it up by hurt and abuse. You're not going to win this war, because you're kind will turn tail and run at the first sign of hardship."
The resounding crack echoed through the room as Petunia held her cheek. "Bastard! Castrati!" she hissed through clenched teeth.
Goyle felt an odd sensation in his crotch. "What's wrong, Greg? Are your balls gone?" Giving her a look full of hate, he was about to reply in the negative, when he felt he should check so he could prove her wrong. Opening his robe, he dropped his underwear, looked down, and gave a strangled scream. "Now, Greg, I'm only going to say this once. Don't fuck with me. Now, pull up your pants, I've seen enough." Numbly, he complied to her wishes, as she pushed down the bedclothes, pulled her robes up, and her panties down. She was crying profusely by the time Draco burst through the door. He took one look at the scene, and turned his murderous gaze on Goyle.
"Goyle, what did I tell you?"
"D-don't, I d-didn't…"
"No, I told you not to fuck her. No one touches what is mine." Pulling out his Kris, Draco stepped in close to Goyle before plunging the dagger into his heart. Nonchalantly, he removed the dagger from Goyle's chest, and turned to Petunia. "Don't think for one second that I believe it was all his fault. You had to have done something to him."
Adopting a look of fear, Petunia answered, "I don't have a wand, Sir, what could I have done to him?"
"I have no idea, and that worries me, my Pet. But, I won't have to worry for long- you're going to deal with Voldemort. I wash my hands of you until you are better trained."
"Whatever you think is best, Master," Petunia answered, her eyes downcast - more to hide the rebellion in them than to show humility to Draco.
"Come, then, my Pet. Take my hand and we'll be off."
"A moment to clean up, Sir?"
"Fine, but only a moment."
Petunia collected her thoughts and arranged her clothing. Draco held out his hand to her, and she took it. He held it tight as he pulled her off the bed to stand by him. "Crabbe, make sure you take care of the body, and tell his parents about the "accident" he had while torturing a Muggle. To trip and fall on your own dagger. Such a shame."
"Yes, Draco," Crabbe replied, his voice thick with emotion.
"Come, my Pet, it is time we were off. Lord Voldemort expects us." And with those words, Draco apparated out of his own manor, to the lair of Voldemort.