The Drug
Author: Kaiou Michiru
Rating: R
Warnings: This fic is dark, contains rape, mind control, pointless smut, drug usage, evil harry, evil snape,
evil draco... damn, you name it it's in this fic, YOU WERE WARNED!!!!
Disclaimer: Don't own, Don't ask, Don't sue
Prologue: Alone I weep my outcast state
It starts with a gentle dulling sensation - kind of like when you get too tired to keep your eyes open,
but you stay awake anyways. A gentle surpression of the senses, slowly, taking around an hour, give or take,
depending on the person. Once the senses are surpressed, the potion is free to attack the brain, sending the
taker into a deep sleep. Once the taker is asleep, the potion digs up your inner most desires, wants, needs,
brings them to such glaringly clear dreams that its like youre experiencing it.
The Boy Who Lived. Gods be damned, i HATE that title. I'm so sick of being everyone;s little do-gooder,
the one that should save the world. Yeah, thats me, Harry fucking Potter, savior of the wizarding world.
I smirk, drawing the dagger over my stomach again, completing the pentacle i just doodled on my stomach.
I'm ten minutes from turning 18 and all i can do is slice my skin. Gods i love this... the sensation that
comes with spilling my own blood, with letting the blade slice deep into my skin.
I have to wash my sheets nightly now, i take to cutting myself since i am without a place to brew
the Incendium Potion. I usually dont need to hurt myself, but without the potion to help me dive into
the dark world of my sub-concious, my dagger gets loved. I snort softly, licking the blood off my dagger,
Professor Snape would shit his pants if he knew that i used his very own labs and supplies to brew one of
the most dangerous potions on the wizarding market for a group of gryffindors, along with most the slytherin house,
a few raven claws and over half the hufflepuffs. The houseelves dont say anything, we would start murdering house
elves if they did.
I glance at the clock, drawing the tip of my dagger over the head of my erect cock, sending
shivers of pleasure down myspine, '18 years old... wonderful' I grin, dipping the blade slightly
into the little slit there, muffling my moan, gods the pain feels so good, so wonderful....
What happened to the precious boy who lived? You honestly don't want to know.
~ TBC ~
Author: Kaiou Michiru
Rating: R
Warnings: This fic is dark, contains rape, mind control, pointless smut, drug usage, evil harry, evil snape,
evil draco... damn, you name it it's in this fic, YOU WERE WARNED!!!!
Disclaimer: Don't own, Don't ask, Don't sue
Prologue: Alone I weep my outcast state
It starts with a gentle dulling sensation - kind of like when you get too tired to keep your eyes open,
but you stay awake anyways. A gentle surpression of the senses, slowly, taking around an hour, give or take,
depending on the person. Once the senses are surpressed, the potion is free to attack the brain, sending the
taker into a deep sleep. Once the taker is asleep, the potion digs up your inner most desires, wants, needs,
brings them to such glaringly clear dreams that its like youre experiencing it.
The Boy Who Lived. Gods be damned, i HATE that title. I'm so sick of being everyone;s little do-gooder,
the one that should save the world. Yeah, thats me, Harry fucking Potter, savior of the wizarding world.
I smirk, drawing the dagger over my stomach again, completing the pentacle i just doodled on my stomach.
I'm ten minutes from turning 18 and all i can do is slice my skin. Gods i love this... the sensation that
comes with spilling my own blood, with letting the blade slice deep into my skin.
I have to wash my sheets nightly now, i take to cutting myself since i am without a place to brew
the Incendium Potion. I usually dont need to hurt myself, but without the potion to help me dive into
the dark world of my sub-concious, my dagger gets loved. I snort softly, licking the blood off my dagger,
Professor Snape would shit his pants if he knew that i used his very own labs and supplies to brew one of
the most dangerous potions on the wizarding market for a group of gryffindors, along with most the slytherin house,
a few raven claws and over half the hufflepuffs. The houseelves dont say anything, we would start murdering house
elves if they did.
I glance at the clock, drawing the tip of my dagger over the head of my erect cock, sending
shivers of pleasure down myspine, '18 years old... wonderful' I grin, dipping the blade slightly
into the little slit there, muffling my moan, gods the pain feels so good, so wonderful....
What happened to the precious boy who lived? You honestly don't want to know.
~ TBC ~