Godric's Hollow

Chapter 10 (NC17)

By Tracev

Pain, how can you describe it. It hurts so severely, those long minutes that it rips across your body feel as if they are never going to end. You beg to some being, some God to let it stop, you promise things in those pain filled moments that you know you can never follow through with. Promises that no man can fulfill, you promise to be that man, to try your hardest, if they could just make it stop, make the pain stop.

Lucius Malfoy stood over Harry Potter as he lies on the dungeon floor. He watched the boy simmer with pain, pain he had inflicted. He watched the blood trickle down Potters mouth. The scar on the boy's forehead shear red with pain. Lucius lifted his head to the sun that poured through the one window placed high in the room. He smiled, he liked these moments. Moments where his prey lies on the floor at his feet, huddled with pain he had inflicted. Moments filled with the silence of just him and his toy. Lucius brought his hand to his face, the pale pink of his hand was turning back to normal. The slaps to Potters face had been refreshing, he had felt alive for the first time in months.

He walked around Potter, beautiful boy, really was ashamed that he would have to die tonight. Lucius watched the boy spasm, coughing up a clot of blood. Potter twitched and turned over on his back. The affects of Crucio. Lucius nudged the boy with his foot. The boy didn't stir, Lucius nudged a little harder. Harry's eyes flew open. The pain in his side from the kick ricochet through his body. He tried to focus his eyes, someone was standing over him. He reached out a hand to grasp the hem of the black robes. The person stepped back. His hand fell on the stone floor. He tried to whisper a name, to call out for help but he couldn't find his voice.

The scar hurt, his skin felt as if it was being separated from his body. A blinding pain kept dragging across his head. He tried to focus his thoughts, he knew he had to get out of here. He attempted to fumble through his robes. The figure standing over him bent down brushing his bangs out of his face. His scar burned even more.

"It's not there Harry Potter, do you seriously think we would let you keep your wand?" Harry struggled to sit up. Lucius gripped his arm and helped him to the wall sitting him up. "Rough few months you've been having…spending the summer in hiding, Lupin's death, Ron Weasley's … betrayal. But I know things about you Potter things you don't think I know." Lucius dragged his finger along Harry's cheek his breath on the boy's face. Harry shut his eyes. "I know plenty Harry Potter, things you don't want friends to know, secrets." Lucius whispered in his ear nipping it in the process.

Harry could feel the mans breath on his face, the mans fingers on his skin. "Stop" he whispered, attempting to push away the man, attempting to pull away from the man.

"Why would I stop?" Lucius sang in his ear, dragging his tongue along the boy's neck. Nibbling on his ear, Lucius was very aware of the boys pleads to stop, of his pain filled struggles to get away from him. To get away from his wandering hands. Lucius smiled this is what he loved the most the struggle, the chase, the capture, conquer. Lucius licked his lips, he pinned the boy to the wall, bruisingly kissing the boys lips. Harry weakly swung at every part of Malfoy, he pulled at the mans robes, he grabbed a handful of hair. He scratched and attempted to claw his way out. His screams to stop died in his throat. His head felt dizzy, lost in some fog.

Lucius pulled him roughly to the floor his knee in the boy's chest, Harry cried out, surly someone would hear him, someone would stop this. Lucius yanked at Harry's hips, he pushed the boy's robes to his chest, he fumbled with buttons, with the belt on the boy's jeans. Harry kicked and screamed, tears blinded him. His arms felt heavy, a haze had settled over him. He had to get out of here. Lucius held him down, biting the inner thigh area. Harry screamed and begged, it did nothing more than egg on the man. Cries of no over and over again were useless on the man.

Severus Snape stood in the doorway watching all that was happening, he watched the sad struggles of the boy. He knew he had two choices today: he could let Lucius continue and keep his identity intact. Or he could save Potter and reveal that he was the spy. Snape looked up toward the window with the sunlight streaming through it. The internal struggles tore through him, he would be giving up a life he had grown quite accustom to, he would be giving up the Death Eaters. He would let down Dumbledore and all the other that relied on him for information.

Or he could let Lucius take what was his. And Harry Potter was his. He sank to the ground still clutching the door jam, resting his head on the cold stone that line the dungeon. The air down here was so much cooler than anywhere else in the Death Eaters fortress. Snape brought his hand to his chest slowly turning it over, slowly looking at the blue and purple veins that were visible through his skin. He followed the vein on his arm until it disappeared beneath the layers of his robes. He moved the layers away, robes and a black T-shirt. The vein seemed to bleed into the Dark Mark that was on his arm.

Snape looked at the mark he remembered his branding well. He had been sixteen, it was a defiant move to make his parents upset. And that it had, it had damn near killed his mother. Had him banished from a house he wouldn't see again for years. Had him forced from a life that had seemed overly sheltered. Though now he realized it had just been a typical life. Had just been an average family with parents looking out for their child's safety. Sixteen that was so long ago, so young to do something so stupid, so life altering. Something that would destroy his life and all those around him.

He could feel the tingle of the mark on his arm. He ran his finger over the raised skull and snake mark. He traced the pattern over and over again. His hand shook and went 1 inch higher on his arm. Another mark, a mark he didn't regret a mark that he'll never forget. Remus Lupin's mark. It really had started out as a bite mark that Remus had made, the type of mark that usually fades in a day's time. Severus Snape remembered it well. Remus in his arm, in his bed, his head on Severus chest. Remus had traced the bite mark, had traced every inch of his body though his hands never touched the Dark Mark.

Snape wouldn't let him, he wouldn't let such an innocent touch the mark. He had been so scared that if he let his love touch it that it would pollute him in some way that it would destroy Remus. That some how it would infect his body and kill him. Remus had sat up and pulled his wand, touching the tip to his bite mark and had made it permanent. Had made it a reminder of their love, of them being together. Severus traced the bite mark, traced the little indents and bumps. Traced the outline of all that was there but what wasn't there was the obvious, Remus Lupin.

Snape stood and looked into the dungeon to see Lucius Malfoy, biting the inter thigh of Potter. Harry caught his eye, "Professor" the boy cried, tears streaking his face, he had bitten his own lip, blood on those lips. Lucius looked up smiling blood on his lips, "come to play Severus?" he licked his lips, panting, eager to get back to his game. Snape just stood there starring, just stood there, hating them all, hating himself.

Harry stared into his eyes Professor Snape would help him, he had to. "Professor" he cried "professor please". He reached out a hand that Severus did not take. He just looked at what Lucius was doing, the blood that was being drawn across the boy's body, the bite marks that Lucius was leaving. The look of terror on Harry's face. Snape shook his head he didn't want to be here anymore, to be part of this life anymore.

Snape backed out of the room …

TBC

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