Fallen III

Because most of you wanted this story to be longer. I'll make it as long as I can, but I don't want it to become boring. So when it's over... It's over.

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long lost words whisper slowly to me
still can't find what keeps me here
when all this time I've been so hollow inside
I know you're still there

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Harry woke up with an headache and the feeling that he would break if he moved one bit. His sight was blurry because of his missing glasses. He rolled over to see Draco's empty side of the bed.

Harry felt the emptyness of his stomach and it made him feel sick, but he didn't have the strength to walk to the bathroom. Besides his stomach was empty, so there was nothing to throw up anyway.

He looked around trying to find his glasses and found them on a little table next to the bed. There were no spells around the bed to his surprise, so he stepped out of bed and walked towards the bathroom.

He washed his face and neck, disgusted by the thought that Draco had licked his neck that night. In the mirror a pale and thin boy was staring back at him. He looked absolutely horrible.

Harry walked back inside Draco's room and began to wonder where Draco was. Draco wasn't paying much attention to what he could be doing. Harry smirked at the thought of escaping this hell.

Not into Death, but into the free world. When he arrived there he would ask Dumbledore to erase his memory and everything would be fine again. The Malfoy family would be locked away in prison for the rest of their lives.

Harry looked around for some clothes. He walked to Draco's wardrobe. Never in his life Harry had seen such a ridiculously big wardrope. The giant walls were covered with cloaks, pants, sweaters, shirts, boxers and t-shirt. Nearly everything was black, except a few red and green clothes. Harry grabbed a pair of boxers, pants and a sweater. He hadn't realised that he had lost so much weight. Draco's pants were dropping to his ankles everytime he took a step.

He growled. There was no time to find a belt, so he'd have to hold them.

Harry almost ran to the door and opened it. There was no one to be seen in the corridor, so he ran towards the end.

He recognised the stairs from the previous day, but decided it was far to dangerous to go downstairs there.

He could go back to Draco's corridor, to find out if there were any other stairs on that side of the house. Or he could find out what was on the other side of the house.

His curiosity won his mental battle and he raced towards the other corridor. This corridor was lighter than Draco's and Harry saw a window at the end of the corridor.

Suddenly Harry heard a door open behind him. He looked around where he could hide, but there was nothing. Only a big, black and extremely long corridor with a few doors.

"What are you doing here?" A voice said behind him.

Harry turned around and saw two figures stand next to an open door. A big one and a smaller one.

"Ehm... I'm lost." Harry lied. He hadn't seen those two boys before.

"Oh," The largest boy answered. "Where do you belong?"

Harry swallowed. Was he supposed to day that he belonged to Draco Malfoy? No way in hell he was going to do That.

"Wait. You're Harry Potter. The slave of the younger Mr. Malfoy." The largest boy exclaimed. "I'm Ben."

The boy stepped closer to Harry and it was now that Harry saw how beautiful the boy was. He had blond hair and brown, almost black, eyes. He wasn't much older than Harry, maybe two years. Harry estimated him to be 20 years old. The younger one however was much younger than he was. "Hello." Harry said.

"I'm Mr. Malfoy's slave and Marcus here too." Ben said.

Harry noticed that Ben didn't show any emotion when he said the word slave. Harry would never even think the word.

"We've heard much about you Harry, is it alright if I call you Harry?" Ben continued.

Harry nodded as Marcus suddenly ran away and stormed into a room.

"Don't mind him. He's a bit weird." Ben told Harry.

Harry forced himself to smile a bit.

"Were you allowed to leave your master's room already?" Ben asked, walking on together with Harry. However they were heading to the big stairs again.

"Ehm... I don't know. He wasn't there, so ehm.. I went to look for him," Harry lied, blushing in crimson.

Ben laughed. "I would be very surprised if you were really looking for Mr. Malfoy. Don't worry I can understand the fact that you want to escape."

"You want to escape too?" Harry asked surprised.

Ben frowned. "No, why would I. I like it here. My Master is good for me," Ben replied.

Harry's stomach fell to his feet. "Your master is good for you?" Harry asked with widened eyes.

"Yes, why would I want to leave when I'm perfectly happy here. Mr. Malfoy is a very generous man." Ben answered.

Now Harry's jaw fell open. "In the real world you would be free. You wouldn't have to be raped every night." Harry argued.

"Raped? I'm not raped. I serve my master." Ben answered indignantly.

Harry clenched his jaw. He was getting terribly annoyed by Ben's answers. "Are you brainwashed?" Harry asked, regretting his question the second it left his mouth.

To his surprise Ben laughed and answered, "You will understand that you can enjoy your work when you get used to it."

They were now standing next to Draco's bedroom door. "I don't think I will." Harry said.

"Here you go," Ben said, opening the door. "Mr. Malfoy will be coming later. His father wasn't pleased when he heard how Mr. Malfoy had treated you. I feel sorry for you when I heard about it."

"Oh," was the only thing Harry could think of to say.

"I wouldn't try to escape. It's no use. House elves guard you every day and you wouldn't get far if you did escape. There's a dangerous forest filled with enormous creatures surrounding the Malfoy Manor. Preventing unwanted people to get in and wanted people to get out." Ben explained.

Harry nodded. "Well, bye. I hope we talk again soon." Harry lied. He did not want to see this boy ever again. It was as if he was under somekind of curse. How could you ever call Lucius a generous man and mean it, then say you're not raped and on top of it say that I'll find pleasure in Malfoy's raping. He's totally out of his mind in that pretty head of his.

Harry sighed and walked into Draco's bedroom again, while Ben shut the door behind him. The world was getting weirder and weirder.

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watching me wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
saving me raping me
watching me

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Harry collapsed on the bed, pain rushing through his back. "Shouldn't have done that," he said to himself, while his hand supported his back as he sat up again.

Although he hadn't walked for more than thirty minutes it felt as if he had been walking all day. He leaned against one of the posters and closed his eyes for a second.

What if Malfoy brainwashed him, just like Lucius had done with Ben? Or was it just that Ben never knew another way of 'working'... and poor Marcus. That little boy was already used as a sex toy. It was just not fair. He would grow up here, like Ben and have absolutely no idea how things should be. No dignity at all.

He had a full grown body and it hurt like hell. Imagine how painfull it would be when you were just a little boy, like Marcus. No wonder he went mad. That boy shouldn't even know what sex is yet. He never had a change to find out what it is for himself. He never had the period in his life that kissing is extremely disgusting.

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but oh, god, i feel i've been lied to
lost all faith in the things i have achieved

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Harry sighed and wondered if there was anything he could do in this room. He was getting bored. So bored that he would consider doing homework if he had some, which wasn't the case. He had finished his school already. Graduated together with Hermione and Ron.

A faint smile appeared on his lips when he thought about all the things he and Ron would do when they got bored. They would annoy Hermione so much that she couldn't concentrate on her schoolwork anymore. Then they would do something with the three of them.

He could still remember Ron's proud face when he received his diploma. Even though his grades weren't that high, he did a good job. Hermione was the best student in their year, which wasn't a surprise. Although Malfoy didn't come far behind.

Those were the good things and now they all thought he was dead. They'd grieved over his never found body. Would they have any hope that he was still alive? Then again knowing something for sure is better than always living with what may be false hope. He didn't know how long he had been missing. They hadn't found him that's for sure.

Harry had no idea what was going on in the real world. If Voldemort had full power... he didn't know and it was driving him crazy.

He was here completely hopeless and powerless, being raped my his enemy. Although he didn't like to pity himself, he had to admit that he was in a pretty bad situation.

He just wanted to curl into a little ball and die. He felt dirty, utterly disgusted. The physical pain wasn't that bad. He had worse. It was the effect it had on him mentally that worried him. He didn't know how long he could take it. He feared that he would mentally snap one time. Go mad, just like the little boy. Although he didn't know if Marcus was really mad, or just being a child.

He had never thought in his life that the Malfoy family could be any worse than he had experienced. But raping a, what? 10 year old? That was the limit. It was just plain disgusting.

Harry bit his lip. He didn't want Draco to see him crying again. No, he wouldn't cry anymore in front of Draco. The humiliation of the raping was enough.

"Goddamn It!" Harry cursed suddenly out loud. Why was he fooling himself like this. How could he not cry, when crying was one of the few things he could do to get these horrible feelings out. Why him? What had he done so terribly wrong that this was happening to him. He had always done exactly what everyone expected from him. He had saved lots of people. He would have fucking died for them and what did he get in return? This! Hadn't he suffered enough?

This was killing him, eating him up inside. Going mad was exactly what he was going to do if he didn't cry.

Harry hit his pillow and tore it apart, screaming and crying at the same time. Feathers flew around the bed. He pulled off the sheets and tried to tare them apart, but he failed. He did not have enough strength.

He pulled the curtains off the bed and threw them in the same direction he'd thrown the sheets. If he had fire, he would have burned them. They were the proof of what happened to him. He couldn't sleep on the same sheets again, although the blood stains were gone. Now there were only a few more pillows and he tore them apart.

He was panting heavily, still crying, and sitting on the bed surrounded by feathers. Now his whole back arched, including his hands, but he didn't mind. He had calmed down a bit.

He moved to sit against one of the posters and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down completely. This rage had taken a lot of his strength and now he longed to just sleep again.

Then the door opened and Draco stepped inside the room. Harry pulled up his eyebrows when he noticed that Draco wasn't looking that well. Actually he was looking as if he was going to be sick. He was even more pale than usual and clutching his stomach and lower back.

Draco walked straight to the bathroom, not even looking at Harry or the mess Harry made. Harry followed him with his eyes, but didn't bother to look whether he was alright. Lucius had been hard on him, Harry could see that, but he didn't pity Draco. Not after what Draco did to him.

After a few minutes Draco came back and headed towards the bed. Only then he seemed to notice that there was hardly anything left of the bed.

"Did you do this?" Draco demanded to know. Although his voice wasn't louder than a whisper.

Harry just looked away.

"Listen you fuckwit! You will not break anything that belongs to me, nor will you... Potter are you wearing my clothes?" Draco tried to yell, but again only a hoarse whisper came out.

Draco grabbed his wand and cast a few Reparo spells, until there was something that looked like a bed with sheets. While Draco was doing that, Lucius came into the room observing his son.

"Draco," he began, when Draco was finished.

Draco jerked around and Harry noticed a flash of fear in his eyes.

"Have you apologised to your slave yet?" Lucius demanded.

Draco turned slightly pink and shook his head.

"Well?" Lucius said looking sternly. "Tell him what I told you to tell him. You memorised it, I know for sure. I wouldn't stop until you did."

"Harry, I'm sorry what I done to you. I've experienced the pain I caused you and know ... that I was wrong." Draco said as quickly as possible, not looking at Harry.

Harry gaped. 'Malfoy had experienced my pain? Did that mean that Lucius? No That was sick!'

Now Lucius was looking at him, so Harry answered, "Apology accepted."

"Good. Now that's taken care off, I expect that you will take pleasure in the time you two spend together." Lucius smiled a little too sweetly. After that he left the room.

Harry stared at Draco. He couldn't take his eyes off the boy. He wondered what if Lucius had really 'taken' Draco that way. He could see that Malfoy was having a hard time keeping an emotionless face.

'Well he got what he deserved,' Harry thought.

When Malfoy hadn't moved for about five minutes, Harry asked, "Malfoy?"

Draco was still standing in the room, his face as white as the sheets which were now on the bed again. His bottom lip trembling slightly.

"I think I'm going to faint," Malfoy whispered, as his eyes turned away.

Harry hurried his way over to Draco and caught Draco just before the boy hit the ground. "Great. Why do I always have to save everybody?" Harry muttered, holding a not too light Draco in his arms.

He made it to the bed and almost threw Draco on the bed. He slapped Draco's cheeks a few times, until Draco's eyes fluttered open.

"Leave me alone, Potter. I want to be alone." He whispered, burying his head in the pillow next to him.

Harry looked at Draco for a while. Remembering that he was the one lying like that last night. He slid into the bed next to Draco, being tired himself. He vaguely remembered that he was supposed to sleep on the floor, but dismissed the thought and closed his eyes.

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The both of them didn't wake up until late in the afternoon. Harry was the first one waking up, but he had no intention of going anywhere. So he just lay there in bed watching the enchanted ceiling of the bed.

"Potter," Draco said, when he woke up. "don't think I've changed. You're still my slave. I'm still your master and if I want sex. You're going to give it to me. I will however prepare you, although I loath to do so, because I don't want to be punished by my father again."

Harry glared at him and turned around. "Go to Hell Malfoy," he muttered.

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crawling through this world as disease flows through my veins
i look into myself, but my own heart has been changed
i can't go on like this
i loathe all i've become

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Used songs:

Haunted; Evanescence

Away From Me; Evanescence

The words are floating out of me. I will be updating my other stories soon, I promise. I've got vacation next week!

Love Black Elf(*Cherish) Thanks for all the wonderful reviews!

(Sorry for the bad-grammar. English is my second language.)