Friendship and Beyond 2/?
Rated: R contains mentions of rape and torture, although not actual scenes. Possible HP/SS in later chapters, also HG/RW.
Authors Notes: I do not own Harry Potter or it's characters, that would be JKR. Subject matter not for children, although nothing too graphic, but be careful when reading just to be on the safe side.
In the Darkness
The room was almost pitch black, the only light was coming from underneath the tapestries hanging on the walls. Dressed in a long black robe, an intimidating man with a grotesque snake-like face strode across the room towards the far wall, the dim sunlight reflecting off him. All eyes were on him as he moved, both his fellow compatriots and the two people desperately clutching each other while cowering in the corner. The redheaded man was attempting to bodily shield the petite brunette from the occupants sinister gaze.
"What do we have here?" Sneered the reptilian-like man towering over them. "A weasel and a mudblood, all alone with no Harry Potter to protect you. Such a pity."
"What do you want with us?" The tall redhead asked in a tumultuous voice.
"I did not give you permission to speak, boy. Crucio!" He bellowed sending a large red stream of magic from his wand.
The effect was near instantaneous. Whereas before the redhead had been standing bravely in front of the woman now he was curled into a fetal position on the floor, a silent scream on his lips. Convulsions wracked his body and his whole world narrowed into the unbearable pain he was feeling. As if from far away he thought he heard a scream, but didn't have the energy left to pay much attention. While he was under the Cruciatus Curse his companion was in hysterics trying to rouse him from the pain.
"Ron!" The brunette wailed clutching at the still convulsing body of her friend. All at once a stab of fury filled her for this monster who was hurting Ron. Before she was even aware of what she was doing she had sent a blue beam of pure energy at Voldemort using wandless magic. He must have had a shield in place however, because the magic just ricocheted off him and hit the ceiling. The only positive thing that came from her actions was that Voldemort was temporarily distracted from torturing Ron, unfortunately he turned his sadistic impulses toward her instead.
"You dare to attack me, girl!" He sneered pointing his wand at the girl, watching as she flinched back involuntarily against the nearest wall. He laughed in amusement. "Oh don't worry, I won't waste my magic on the likes of you."
So saying he walked towards her, smacking her viciously across the face once he was in range, causing her to collapse in a heap next to Ron. Around them the Death Eaters began to laugh mockingly.
Ron was just fighting his way back to consciousness when he became aware of Voldemort and two Death Eaters viciously beating a prone Hermione.
"Stop it, you bastards! Leave her alone!" Ron snarled, or at least tried to, but it came out more as a wheeze since he was still trying to catch is breathe.
"So brave, Weasley. But if I were you I would be more concerned for myself." Voldemort smirked, leering at the dirt-encrusted redhead. Rather than respond, Ron just glared defiantly at him. He ignored the loud laughing in the background in favor of checking on Hermione. "We have kept you both in decent condition on the off chance that either the muggle-loving fool Dumbledore or Potter would attempt to rescue you, but as it has been two days, it seems we have over-estimated your importance. I do believe it is time to take off the kid glove and begin the real entertainment."
"What are you talking about?" Ron asked, not quite sure he wanted to know Voldemort's definition of entertainment.
"So naïve, boy." Voldemort commented taking the few remaining steps forward so he was now standing directly in front of Weasley. Fighting down his growing nausea Ron forced himself to his feet, only to be thrown against the wall with Voldemort pressing against him. "Impetuous young men have always been a weakness of mine."
"You sick freak!" Ron growled trying desperately to escape Voldemort's punishing hold on him.
"Your terror is simply delicious." Voldemort whispered in his ear while his now fully aroused lower body pinned Ron's hips to the wall. "However I don't think a partial body bind would be remiss, at least not the first time I take you. But don't worry you'll be fully cognizant of everything I do to you."
During this conversation Hermione had regained use of most of her faculties, just as Ron's unresponsive body fell to the floor, Voldemort following close behind tearing at his clothes. She saw a single tear fall from Ron's eye as he was stripped and lewdly positioned under Voldemort. Hermione had just managed to crawl a few feet in their direction when she was hit from behind with a curse. The last thing she saw as her world faded around her was Voldemort getting ready to thrust into Ron, who could only whimper helplessly.
"No!"
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"No!" Harry Potter screamed startling awake in the Gryffindor common room, knocking his transfiguration scrolls halfway across the room. "Ron, Hermione… oh god, oh god, oh god." Harry whimpered rocking himself repeatedly back and forth on the couch, keeping his eyes squeezed tightly shut while absentmindedly rubbing at the inflamed lightning bolt scar on his forehead.
Rated: R contains mentions of rape and torture, although not actual scenes. Possible HP/SS in later chapters, also HG/RW.
Authors Notes: I do not own Harry Potter or it's characters, that would be JKR. Subject matter not for children, although nothing too graphic, but be careful when reading just to be on the safe side.
In the Darkness
The room was almost pitch black, the only light was coming from underneath the tapestries hanging on the walls. Dressed in a long black robe, an intimidating man with a grotesque snake-like face strode across the room towards the far wall, the dim sunlight reflecting off him. All eyes were on him as he moved, both his fellow compatriots and the two people desperately clutching each other while cowering in the corner. The redheaded man was attempting to bodily shield the petite brunette from the occupants sinister gaze.
"What do we have here?" Sneered the reptilian-like man towering over them. "A weasel and a mudblood, all alone with no Harry Potter to protect you. Such a pity."
"What do you want with us?" The tall redhead asked in a tumultuous voice.
"I did not give you permission to speak, boy. Crucio!" He bellowed sending a large red stream of magic from his wand.
The effect was near instantaneous. Whereas before the redhead had been standing bravely in front of the woman now he was curled into a fetal position on the floor, a silent scream on his lips. Convulsions wracked his body and his whole world narrowed into the unbearable pain he was feeling. As if from far away he thought he heard a scream, but didn't have the energy left to pay much attention. While he was under the Cruciatus Curse his companion was in hysterics trying to rouse him from the pain.
"Ron!" The brunette wailed clutching at the still convulsing body of her friend. All at once a stab of fury filled her for this monster who was hurting Ron. Before she was even aware of what she was doing she had sent a blue beam of pure energy at Voldemort using wandless magic. He must have had a shield in place however, because the magic just ricocheted off him and hit the ceiling. The only positive thing that came from her actions was that Voldemort was temporarily distracted from torturing Ron, unfortunately he turned his sadistic impulses toward her instead.
"You dare to attack me, girl!" He sneered pointing his wand at the girl, watching as she flinched back involuntarily against the nearest wall. He laughed in amusement. "Oh don't worry, I won't waste my magic on the likes of you."
So saying he walked towards her, smacking her viciously across the face once he was in range, causing her to collapse in a heap next to Ron. Around them the Death Eaters began to laugh mockingly.
Ron was just fighting his way back to consciousness when he became aware of Voldemort and two Death Eaters viciously beating a prone Hermione.
"Stop it, you bastards! Leave her alone!" Ron snarled, or at least tried to, but it came out more as a wheeze since he was still trying to catch is breathe.
"So brave, Weasley. But if I were you I would be more concerned for myself." Voldemort smirked, leering at the dirt-encrusted redhead. Rather than respond, Ron just glared defiantly at him. He ignored the loud laughing in the background in favor of checking on Hermione. "We have kept you both in decent condition on the off chance that either the muggle-loving fool Dumbledore or Potter would attempt to rescue you, but as it has been two days, it seems we have over-estimated your importance. I do believe it is time to take off the kid glove and begin the real entertainment."
"What are you talking about?" Ron asked, not quite sure he wanted to know Voldemort's definition of entertainment.
"So naïve, boy." Voldemort commented taking the few remaining steps forward so he was now standing directly in front of Weasley. Fighting down his growing nausea Ron forced himself to his feet, only to be thrown against the wall with Voldemort pressing against him. "Impetuous young men have always been a weakness of mine."
"You sick freak!" Ron growled trying desperately to escape Voldemort's punishing hold on him.
"Your terror is simply delicious." Voldemort whispered in his ear while his now fully aroused lower body pinned Ron's hips to the wall. "However I don't think a partial body bind would be remiss, at least not the first time I take you. But don't worry you'll be fully cognizant of everything I do to you."
During this conversation Hermione had regained use of most of her faculties, just as Ron's unresponsive body fell to the floor, Voldemort following close behind tearing at his clothes. She saw a single tear fall from Ron's eye as he was stripped and lewdly positioned under Voldemort. Hermione had just managed to crawl a few feet in their direction when she was hit from behind with a curse. The last thing she saw as her world faded around her was Voldemort getting ready to thrust into Ron, who could only whimper helplessly.
"No!"
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
"No!" Harry Potter screamed startling awake in the Gryffindor common room, knocking his transfiguration scrolls halfway across the room. "Ron, Hermione… oh god, oh god, oh god." Harry whimpered rocking himself repeatedly back and forth on the couch, keeping his eyes squeezed tightly shut while absentmindedly rubbing at the inflamed lightning bolt scar on his forehead.
