Friendship and Beyond 12/?
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.
And the Rest is Silence
The jovial atmosphere among the trio lasted for most of that day, having lost Slytherin a grand total of 67 points by dinnertime, with even Hermione joining in on the fun. The three friends entered the Common Room after dinner to find a large contingent of Slytherins waiting for them.
"Just what the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" One of the seventh year students asked.
"I thought that was obvious." Ron acknowledged smirking. "Remember we're not real Slytherin now are we. I do believe we've proved our point."
"And what would that be, Weasel?" Malfoy asked sneering at the trio.
"Only that we can single-handedly ruin your house's reputation." Snarled Harry as he moved into the center of the room. "Quite frankly we could care less, we only want to be left alone."
Hermione and Ron both nodded their head tiredly in agreement.
"Is that so?"
"Yes." Answered Harry. "And as you have no chance in hell of winning the house cup, never mind getting any positive points for Slytherin with us in YOUR house, we've decided to play by our rules. As long as you continue to harass us, we will continue to loose all the house points we can."
After finishing his speech, Harry and the others walked straight through the gathering Slytherins and headed to their perspective dormitories. Ron and Harry played a few games of Wizards Chess before bed, with Hermione giving a running commentary throughout.
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Harry found himself in a room full of Death Eaters once he port keyed into Nott Manor, what he didn't expect however was to trip the wards with his entrance.
"Well, what do we have here?" Voldemort asked his Death Eaters as an alarm suddenly went off in the room. "Could it be a rescue attempt?"
The others started laughing maniacally as Harry tried to inconspicuously make his way to his friends while under his invisibility cloak. He didn't get close enough however when Voldemort stepped into the circle formed by his followers.
"Who ever is in this room will show themselves this instant unless you want the children killed." Voldemort ordered aiming his wand at Ron and Hermione as they were being held by two large beefy wizards.
With no choice but to comply, Harry hesitantly removed the invisibility cloak from his shoulders and stepped into the light in the center of the room.
"Ah, Mister Potter, I thought it might be you." Voldemort hissed as he caught sight of the bespectacled wizard.
"Harry!"
"No!" Both Ron and Hermione screamed hoarsely as they watched Harry practically give himself over to the Death Eaters. With a simple 'Accio' Voldemort was holding both Harry's wand and port key.
"It's alright, guys." Harry reassured his friends, although he was barely keeping the terror out of his voice and off his face. "I'll get you out of here."
"Will you now, Potter." Voldemort taunted amused at the boys presumption. "And just how do you propose to do that?"
Harry remained silent glaring at Voldemort imperiously as the other wizard growled under his breath.
"Especially without the use of you wand, boy." Voldemort continued after grasping Harry's wand in both hands and snapping it across his knee with a resounding crack. This caused both of his friends to sob at the loss and Harry to simply stare at the two pieces where his wand used to be.
"You bastard." Harry sneered doing a remarkable impression of a certain Potion Master that he knew. "What are you afraid of me, Tom?"
"Child, I am through trying to prove my superiority over you. " Voldemort growled pointing his wand at Harry. Before Harry could move out of the way, Voldemort quickly bound him with invisible ropes to the ceiling so that he was nearly incapable of simple movement. "The facts speak for themselves. I am free, while you are bound and completely at my dubious mercy."
With another flick of his wrist and murmured incantation Harry was held naked in the center of the room his arms held above his head in a vertical position. Although Harry was terrified at this latest twist he refused to give Tom Riddle the satisfaction of seeing him cowed.
"You really are pathetic." Harry growled furiously. "Do you feel powerful attacking a helpless child?"
Voldemort started laughing unexpectedly causing Harry to draw back slightly.
"I would call you many things Potter, but neither a child nor helpless are one of them." Voldemort spoke almost caressingly as he stalked toward the bound wizard. "I believe the word you are searching for is vulnerable, excruciatingly vulnerable."
"Bugger off!" Harry hissed angrily.
"What an exquisite idea, Mister Potter. Perhaps later." Voldemort answered with a lecherous grin causing his followers to laugh uproariously. "Right now I have a few questions I would like to ask you."
"I was wondering if you would like to join my ranks." Voldemort suggested softly breathing directly into Harry's ear. Harry jerked back as far as his restraints would allow and promptly spit in Voldemort's face.
"You bloody bastard!" Harry growled. "You killed my parents, and you dare ask me to join you?"
"You are right of course, but I simply had to ask." Voldemort responded with a negligent motion of his hand. "Now shall we get to the real interrogation?"
"You will never get anything out of me." Harry sneered disdainfully, looking into the glowing red eyes.
"We shall see, boy." Voldemort hissed, looking Harry's body up and down, pleasure filling his ruby-like eyes, causing them to spark menacingly. He walked to the edge of Harry's sight and came back carrying a muggle dagger and a whip.
"Who is in the Order of the Phoenix?"
"What order?" Harry asked, glaring at the monster in front of him. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Don't fool with me boy. That muggle loving fool is gathering forces against me, as you well know. Now WHO ARE THEY?"
"I have no idea who-" Harry was interrupted as the whip flew through the air and struck his chest viciously again and again. He tried to stay silent but after a few lashes he started screaming, a sound echoed by Ron and Hermione as they screamed their outrage at his treatment, crying desperately.
"I will ask you this again." Voldemort said softly once he withdrew the whip from Potters bleeding chest, dragging the tip harshly through Harry's now opened wounds, causing him to whimper in pain. "Who are the members of the order?"
Harry gasped breath into his abused body heavily as he finally opened his eyes to look at Riddle. "Are you that incompetent that you don't know who your enemies are?"
Voldemort growled in outrage as he dragged the dagger across the boys face, cutting a deep path as he went. "Don't test my patience boy. I am not that muggle loving fool Dumbledore."
"Isn't that a bit hypocritical of you, Tommy." Harry wheezed out. "I mean being half muggleborn and all."
"How dare you!" Voldemort screamed, spittle flying from the side of his mouth as he brutally stabbed Harry with the dagger. The knife went halfway into his left thigh until it hit a bone, causing Harry to scream in agony. "Where's the sarcasm now, Potter?"
"Go to hell!" Harry whispered glaring through the tears in his eyes.
"You first, boy." Voldemort growled back as he twisted the knife into Harry's leg. "Since you do not know who is in the Order, perhaps you know the spy within my inner circle."
"Sure." Harry whimpered. "It's Malfoy. He's been feeding information to Dumbledore for years."
"Lucius Malfoy is the only Death Eater who I am sure is loyal. Try again, Potter."
"Well, if that's what you think won't you be surprised when you find a knife in your back." Harry responded snidely, causing a few of the braver Death Eaters to laugh softly. Voldemort swiftly turned his head towards the laughter.
"You find this miserable child amusing, Lucius?"
"You must admit, my lord. The boy does have ample spirit." Lucius answered somewhat uncomfortably.
"Quite true, perhaps you would like to see him broken and debased at my hands then?" Voldemort asked, but only a suicidal fool would disagree with Voldemort in a mood like the one he was currently in.
"Of course." Lucius answered. "We all must find our amusement where we can."
"Very good." Voldemort said looking relieved. "I was concerned you were feeling concern for the boy."
His only answer was a derisive snort from Lucius' general direction, as he turned his attention to Potter hanging limply in front of him. The dagger was still sticking out of his thigh and blood was falling from his many wounds down his naked body. All in all he looked quite fetching covered in blood. As Voldemort walked toward him with the whip once again in hand. He proceeded to caress the bloody whip all along the front of Harry's body, down to his flaccid penis up to his bleeding forehead. His glasses had been broken earlier and Harry could only see through one on the lenses.
The closer Voldemort came to touching him, the more sickened Harry felt, although he thought he had prepared for just such a possibility when he had his vision, the reality of what was about to happen to him was much worse. Before Vodemort could do more that squeeze his blood-covered nipples painfully, furious screaming from across the room interrupted him.
"You sick pathetic coward!" Ron yelled at Voldemort disgustedly. "Leave him alone!"
"You touch him and we'll find a way to kill you." Hermione hissed baring her teeth, heedless of the tears falling from both their faces.
Voldemort looked at them amusedly for a few seconds before gesturing to the two closest Death Eaters to silence them.
Voldemort once again blocked Harry's view of his friends, but that didn't stop him from hearing their agonized screaming as they were put under the Cruciatus Curse. Quickly however Harry was overwhelmed by his own body's pain as Voldemort entered him painfully and without warning, causing him to cry out in pain, which only increased as Voldemort continued his assault.
"Please stop. Please." Harry begged uselessly, closing his eyes against the pain and humiliation.
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"Please stop. Please." Harry whimpered in his sleep causing Ron to sit upright in bed and rush to where Harry was tossing and turning.
"Harry, mate. Wake up; it's only a nightmare. You're safe now." Ron whispered reassuringly trying to wake his friend up from his night terrors.
"No!" Harry suddenly screamed bolting upright in bed almost knocking his head off of Ron's elbow in the process. Before either of them could say anything else, Hermione came charging in the room with her wand in hand, dressed in her nightgown.
"What's the matter?" Hermione asked breathlessly.
"Nothing." Harry said looking embarrassed as he stared down at his own tightly clasped hands. "Just a nightmare. I'll be okay."
"Harry, are you sure?" Hermione asked gently sitting on the other side of his bed comfortingly. Harry unfortunately was still haunted by Voldemort touching him and was deeply uncomfortable with their close proximity. He tried to shy away from them discreetly, only causing them to share a concerned look above his bowed head.
"I'm fine." Harry reassured them, even going so far as to smile at them. This seemed to reassure them as they both got off his bed. Hermione made her way reluctantly to the door and Ron sat back on his bed, still looking worried. "I promise. Besides we are all going to need the sleep for classes in a few hours."
"Alright Harry, as long as you are sure you'll be okay." Hermione answered.
"Don't worry about me I'll be fine." Harry reiterated, as Hermione left the room and Ron settled back in his bed. After a few minutes of listening to Ron's snoring and looking at the ceiling Harry mumbled to himself softly so as to not wake his roommate. "I'll be just bloody fine."
Harry didn't get to sleep for the remainder of the night and sat by the fire in the Common Room jumping at the slightest noise. He only dozed off slightly once the sun rose on the horizon, casting its light in the otherwise dark room.
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.
And the Rest is Silence
The jovial atmosphere among the trio lasted for most of that day, having lost Slytherin a grand total of 67 points by dinnertime, with even Hermione joining in on the fun. The three friends entered the Common Room after dinner to find a large contingent of Slytherins waiting for them.
"Just what the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" One of the seventh year students asked.
"I thought that was obvious." Ron acknowledged smirking. "Remember we're not real Slytherin now are we. I do believe we've proved our point."
"And what would that be, Weasel?" Malfoy asked sneering at the trio.
"Only that we can single-handedly ruin your house's reputation." Snarled Harry as he moved into the center of the room. "Quite frankly we could care less, we only want to be left alone."
Hermione and Ron both nodded their head tiredly in agreement.
"Is that so?"
"Yes." Answered Harry. "And as you have no chance in hell of winning the house cup, never mind getting any positive points for Slytherin with us in YOUR house, we've decided to play by our rules. As long as you continue to harass us, we will continue to loose all the house points we can."
After finishing his speech, Harry and the others walked straight through the gathering Slytherins and headed to their perspective dormitories. Ron and Harry played a few games of Wizards Chess before bed, with Hermione giving a running commentary throughout.
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Harry found himself in a room full of Death Eaters once he port keyed into Nott Manor, what he didn't expect however was to trip the wards with his entrance.
"Well, what do we have here?" Voldemort asked his Death Eaters as an alarm suddenly went off in the room. "Could it be a rescue attempt?"
The others started laughing maniacally as Harry tried to inconspicuously make his way to his friends while under his invisibility cloak. He didn't get close enough however when Voldemort stepped into the circle formed by his followers.
"Who ever is in this room will show themselves this instant unless you want the children killed." Voldemort ordered aiming his wand at Ron and Hermione as they were being held by two large beefy wizards.
With no choice but to comply, Harry hesitantly removed the invisibility cloak from his shoulders and stepped into the light in the center of the room.
"Ah, Mister Potter, I thought it might be you." Voldemort hissed as he caught sight of the bespectacled wizard.
"Harry!"
"No!" Both Ron and Hermione screamed hoarsely as they watched Harry practically give himself over to the Death Eaters. With a simple 'Accio' Voldemort was holding both Harry's wand and port key.
"It's alright, guys." Harry reassured his friends, although he was barely keeping the terror out of his voice and off his face. "I'll get you out of here."
"Will you now, Potter." Voldemort taunted amused at the boys presumption. "And just how do you propose to do that?"
Harry remained silent glaring at Voldemort imperiously as the other wizard growled under his breath.
"Especially without the use of you wand, boy." Voldemort continued after grasping Harry's wand in both hands and snapping it across his knee with a resounding crack. This caused both of his friends to sob at the loss and Harry to simply stare at the two pieces where his wand used to be.
"You bastard." Harry sneered doing a remarkable impression of a certain Potion Master that he knew. "What are you afraid of me, Tom?"
"Child, I am through trying to prove my superiority over you. " Voldemort growled pointing his wand at Harry. Before Harry could move out of the way, Voldemort quickly bound him with invisible ropes to the ceiling so that he was nearly incapable of simple movement. "The facts speak for themselves. I am free, while you are bound and completely at my dubious mercy."
With another flick of his wrist and murmured incantation Harry was held naked in the center of the room his arms held above his head in a vertical position. Although Harry was terrified at this latest twist he refused to give Tom Riddle the satisfaction of seeing him cowed.
"You really are pathetic." Harry growled furiously. "Do you feel powerful attacking a helpless child?"
Voldemort started laughing unexpectedly causing Harry to draw back slightly.
"I would call you many things Potter, but neither a child nor helpless are one of them." Voldemort spoke almost caressingly as he stalked toward the bound wizard. "I believe the word you are searching for is vulnerable, excruciatingly vulnerable."
"Bugger off!" Harry hissed angrily.
"What an exquisite idea, Mister Potter. Perhaps later." Voldemort answered with a lecherous grin causing his followers to laugh uproariously. "Right now I have a few questions I would like to ask you."
"I was wondering if you would like to join my ranks." Voldemort suggested softly breathing directly into Harry's ear. Harry jerked back as far as his restraints would allow and promptly spit in Voldemort's face.
"You bloody bastard!" Harry growled. "You killed my parents, and you dare ask me to join you?"
"You are right of course, but I simply had to ask." Voldemort responded with a negligent motion of his hand. "Now shall we get to the real interrogation?"
"You will never get anything out of me." Harry sneered disdainfully, looking into the glowing red eyes.
"We shall see, boy." Voldemort hissed, looking Harry's body up and down, pleasure filling his ruby-like eyes, causing them to spark menacingly. He walked to the edge of Harry's sight and came back carrying a muggle dagger and a whip.
"Who is in the Order of the Phoenix?"
"What order?" Harry asked, glaring at the monster in front of him. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Don't fool with me boy. That muggle loving fool is gathering forces against me, as you well know. Now WHO ARE THEY?"
"I have no idea who-" Harry was interrupted as the whip flew through the air and struck his chest viciously again and again. He tried to stay silent but after a few lashes he started screaming, a sound echoed by Ron and Hermione as they screamed their outrage at his treatment, crying desperately.
"I will ask you this again." Voldemort said softly once he withdrew the whip from Potters bleeding chest, dragging the tip harshly through Harry's now opened wounds, causing him to whimper in pain. "Who are the members of the order?"
Harry gasped breath into his abused body heavily as he finally opened his eyes to look at Riddle. "Are you that incompetent that you don't know who your enemies are?"
Voldemort growled in outrage as he dragged the dagger across the boys face, cutting a deep path as he went. "Don't test my patience boy. I am not that muggle loving fool Dumbledore."
"Isn't that a bit hypocritical of you, Tommy." Harry wheezed out. "I mean being half muggleborn and all."
"How dare you!" Voldemort screamed, spittle flying from the side of his mouth as he brutally stabbed Harry with the dagger. The knife went halfway into his left thigh until it hit a bone, causing Harry to scream in agony. "Where's the sarcasm now, Potter?"
"Go to hell!" Harry whispered glaring through the tears in his eyes.
"You first, boy." Voldemort growled back as he twisted the knife into Harry's leg. "Since you do not know who is in the Order, perhaps you know the spy within my inner circle."
"Sure." Harry whimpered. "It's Malfoy. He's been feeding information to Dumbledore for years."
"Lucius Malfoy is the only Death Eater who I am sure is loyal. Try again, Potter."
"Well, if that's what you think won't you be surprised when you find a knife in your back." Harry responded snidely, causing a few of the braver Death Eaters to laugh softly. Voldemort swiftly turned his head towards the laughter.
"You find this miserable child amusing, Lucius?"
"You must admit, my lord. The boy does have ample spirit." Lucius answered somewhat uncomfortably.
"Quite true, perhaps you would like to see him broken and debased at my hands then?" Voldemort asked, but only a suicidal fool would disagree with Voldemort in a mood like the one he was currently in.
"Of course." Lucius answered. "We all must find our amusement where we can."
"Very good." Voldemort said looking relieved. "I was concerned you were feeling concern for the boy."
His only answer was a derisive snort from Lucius' general direction, as he turned his attention to Potter hanging limply in front of him. The dagger was still sticking out of his thigh and blood was falling from his many wounds down his naked body. All in all he looked quite fetching covered in blood. As Voldemort walked toward him with the whip once again in hand. He proceeded to caress the bloody whip all along the front of Harry's body, down to his flaccid penis up to his bleeding forehead. His glasses had been broken earlier and Harry could only see through one on the lenses.
The closer Voldemort came to touching him, the more sickened Harry felt, although he thought he had prepared for just such a possibility when he had his vision, the reality of what was about to happen to him was much worse. Before Vodemort could do more that squeeze his blood-covered nipples painfully, furious screaming from across the room interrupted him.
"You sick pathetic coward!" Ron yelled at Voldemort disgustedly. "Leave him alone!"
"You touch him and we'll find a way to kill you." Hermione hissed baring her teeth, heedless of the tears falling from both their faces.
Voldemort looked at them amusedly for a few seconds before gesturing to the two closest Death Eaters to silence them.
Voldemort once again blocked Harry's view of his friends, but that didn't stop him from hearing their agonized screaming as they were put under the Cruciatus Curse. Quickly however Harry was overwhelmed by his own body's pain as Voldemort entered him painfully and without warning, causing him to cry out in pain, which only increased as Voldemort continued his assault.
"Please stop. Please." Harry begged uselessly, closing his eyes against the pain and humiliation.
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"Please stop. Please." Harry whimpered in his sleep causing Ron to sit upright in bed and rush to where Harry was tossing and turning.
"Harry, mate. Wake up; it's only a nightmare. You're safe now." Ron whispered reassuringly trying to wake his friend up from his night terrors.
"No!" Harry suddenly screamed bolting upright in bed almost knocking his head off of Ron's elbow in the process. Before either of them could say anything else, Hermione came charging in the room with her wand in hand, dressed in her nightgown.
"What's the matter?" Hermione asked breathlessly.
"Nothing." Harry said looking embarrassed as he stared down at his own tightly clasped hands. "Just a nightmare. I'll be okay."
"Harry, are you sure?" Hermione asked gently sitting on the other side of his bed comfortingly. Harry unfortunately was still haunted by Voldemort touching him and was deeply uncomfortable with their close proximity. He tried to shy away from them discreetly, only causing them to share a concerned look above his bowed head.
"I'm fine." Harry reassured them, even going so far as to smile at them. This seemed to reassure them as they both got off his bed. Hermione made her way reluctantly to the door and Ron sat back on his bed, still looking worried. "I promise. Besides we are all going to need the sleep for classes in a few hours."
"Alright Harry, as long as you are sure you'll be okay." Hermione answered.
"Don't worry about me I'll be fine." Harry reiterated, as Hermione left the room and Ron settled back in his bed. After a few minutes of listening to Ron's snoring and looking at the ceiling Harry mumbled to himself softly so as to not wake his roommate. "I'll be just bloody fine."
Harry didn't get to sleep for the remainder of the night and sat by the fire in the Common Room jumping at the slightest noise. He only dozed off slightly once the sun rose on the horizon, casting its light in the otherwise dark room.
