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Note: This story is Slash SLASH! M/M Nonconsensual, rape. If you don't like this don't read, NOT TOO GRAPHIC!
Story Has been Edited from first posting.
This will be a 3 part story, through Oliver Wood's 5th through 7th year at Hogwarts.
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Chapter I Fifth-year
The first time Marcus Flint raped me was in my fifth year at Hogwarts. I remember it clearly. I say as a tear of the memories haunt me come out for all to see in this courtroom in the Ministry of Magic.
"It's okay Mr. Wood, Mr. Flint will not hurt you," the judge informs me, as I proceed with my story of the raping.
I was in Professor Quirrell's defense against the dark arts class and that day was just as boring as all the rest of them. I can barely understand anything he says, amongst his stuttering tongue. I look over to Marcus Flint who is talking to a fellow Slytherin, glaring straight at me. I hate Slytherin's they always think they're so good at everything, because they don't lose hardly any points, thanks to Professor Snape.
I hate him as well.
My thoughts drift though away from Flint's unholy glare, to the quidditch pitch, mentally running through drills, that we could use to improve our team. Unfortunately, I am not sure we can win the cup this year if we cannot find a seeker for our team.
My hopes were almost up, as much as my will power to stay awake in this hideously hard to follow lecture that Quirrell is giving. I wonder if he actually knows how hard it is to understand anything he says. Oh well I always study well enough to pass the end of term examinations, nonetheless like I always do.
Just when I thought it couldn't get any more boring than it already was, he actually went into the dangers of handling a dragon. I always figured it was common sense to stay as far away from the likes of that vicious creature as possible, unless you actually like the risk of getting charred worse than my aunts cooking. She can burn anything I swear it. I let out a sigh, as he continued to state the obvious dangers that come from dragon's breath.
Just as my eyelids meet a knock echoed through the door, as Professor McGonagall the head of our house.
"Professor Quirrell may I borrow Wood for a moment." She said, looking intently at me. I smile, and send a smug competitive glare at Marcus Flint one more time, before leaving the room, and am I ever glad that I don't have to finish this lecture. Thanks to the one professor that I least expected to walk through that door.
I was somewhat surprised to see a little first-year boy standing with her. His hair was almost black with green eyes shaded by his circular glasses that had fallen a bit down the bridge of his nose. He appeared afraid, almost like he expected to be expelled any second now by the head of Gryffindor.
She took us down to her office where she informed me that she had found our team a new seeker. My miserable mood just lightened up quite a bit at her very words as I started to encircle the tiny first-year, and notice that he is perfect for the job. In fact there wasn't a part of him that wasn't perfect, except that little scar that he had on his forehead that looked strangely enough like a lightning bolt.
And that is when it occurred to me, I was in the presence of a world-renounced wizard, Harry Potter. My hand covers my opened mouth that sits lying on the floor as I just realized whom this first-year wizard was.
I was smiling all the rest of the day, smiling so big that I think only the giggling Hufflepuff second-year girls, could've missed it, which I am sure they didn't.
I walk through the halls, towards the Gryffindor tower when I hear the most disgusting voice I have ever heard saying, "What are you so damn happy about?" Asked the cruel voice of Marcus Flint as he appeared out of behind a pillar, cornering me with his vile looking minions.
"Nothing Flint. Get out of my way." He said just as harshly raising his wand threatening the captain of the Slytherin team. Things couldn't have been much worse. I hated Marcus Flint, always thinking he can get away with everything he wanted to get away with, and then some.
"Afraid aren't we Wood?" He said with that vile smile. "You better win your next quidditch match, or you know what will happen if you lose."
Hatred, anger, coursed through my veins and I pushed my wand deep into his chest just about to give him the best curse I know.
"Well, well, fighting are we Oliver Wood," Professor Snape says walking up to the corridor where Flint and I are. "These actions are so unbecoming of a fifth-year student aren't they? Twenty-five points from Gryffindor."
I didn't care if Snape was right there, and at the moment I didn't even care if he suspended me from school, because just at that moment I cocked my left fist back and sucker punched him right in the jaw. He didn't even see that coming, and from the look on Snape's face, I can guarantee
Professor Snape was furious at me putting a petrifying curse on me having my sorry ass levitated behind him all the way to Professor McGonagall's office.
I wished that she would suspend me, send me home for two weeks, at least that would be two weeks away from that horse's ass and his idea of fun.
Her eyes were in shock as she saw Snape bringing me along still immobile floating in the air a short distance behind him.
"Professor Snape, what is the meaning of this?" She said horrified at my treatment by the head of Slytherin house.
"This boy was caught fighting in the castle corridors I personally saw him. He punched the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team Marcus Flint. This boy should be suspended from school." Snape spat out in that irritating sinister voice.
"That will be enough, release my student Snape!" McGonagall said sounding just about as irritated as I.
Reluctantly, he did as he was told and unbound my body allowing me to move again.
"If it were up to me, I'd have had you expelled," He said walking out of McGonagall's office.
I hate that man, if it were up to me I would not even take Potions, but right now, I got bigger problems to deal with.
"Oliver, I know that you and Marcus have had your problems..."
"You have no idea," I mumble, subconsciously to myself.
She looked at me for a moment, as I quickly try to hide everything on my mind. The last thing I need is for a professor to know what Marcus truly is.
"Keep your feud quiet, I am disappointed in you, Oliver, but I think you have had enough punishment for today, but I still must take 10 points from Gryffindor tonight. Oh, I think young Harry is waiting for you at the Quidditch field." She said smiling slightly.
I left her office quickly running down to Professor Hooch's office to pick up the balls before heading down to the quidditch pitch to teach the famous Harry Potter how to play this wizard game.
He was there waiting, like Professor McGonagall said he would be, as I quickly put the box down and explain the positions. He seemed to understand that quick enough, so I went and showed him the different balls, and informed him on what they were for.
Again he surprised me on how quickly he was picking all this up. Not too bad for a person who was raised by muggles.
After he got a grip with the rules, and the way the game is played, we spent the next hour and a half tossing tennis balls up into the air for Harry to catch. It was true what McGonagall said; the boy was a natural at flying more so than I ever imagined.
This was the first time that I really had a good feeling about the quidditch match against the Slytherin's.
The day before the quidditch match was here. The team was ready; we had been drilling with the drills I conceptualized during defense against the dark arts classes.
I was skipping through classes the Friday before the match. I was happy as could be, that was until I saw him, Marcus Flint and his posse of Slytherin's. I felt my blood pressure raise as I draw out my wand just as Peeve's flew through the wall.
If there is one ghost that needs to be removed from this place, please let it be he, of all of them.
"Go away Peeves!" I shout at him as he continues to make hideous noises.
"No. Why would I want to do that? I think I like Snape to trouble little Gryffindor's." He said in between beating on a suit of armor.
"I'll get him." I threaten that damn lousy ghost.
"It doesn't matter does it," Marcus Flint said, as the four of them disarmed me, and pinned me to the wall.
"Now you knew how this would end didn't you?" He said with that rotten smile I have only grown to familiar too. They of course put the same charm that Snape used to tow me to McGonagall's office, to take me to the Forest like they always do.
They magically pinned me up against a tree, as well as removing my pants. I want to curse at them, but that will only make it that much worse for me, and I don't want that, because after all I got a quidditch match to win tomorrow.
His hand invades me, as I try not to respond to his, rough grip, staying silent all the while. I know it only eggs them on more if I talk or resist, and the last thing I want to do is make this better for them.
I try my best to ignore the actions that are being done to me, as I drift back to thoughts on home, and my parents, making it to a professional quidditch team. I take my mind to my girlfriend and for once I am glad that she can't see me now.
Finally, I let go as he turns me with his wand so now I am uncomfortably facing the tree. My face is pushed as far to the tree as possible, as he says something that I don't even hear.
I know what he is doing, I hear his zipper being pulled down, as I just close my eyes tightly, wishing that one of his minions were not palming my wand.
I feel his rough intrusion and I didn't expect anything else from him really. I though ignore it focusing hard on that quidditch cup that they have won for the past seven stinkin' years. This is not helping the situation I rationalize to myself as he went slapped my back extremely hard that time.
I again make no move to try to egg him on any more, as he finally comes; it was about damn time to because I was not sure my body could have lasted much more.
He zips himself back up, and releases the charm he had me under, as they tossed back my wand, walking out of the forest.
I waste no time getting out of there myself, and run back to the castle ignoring my aching body, all the way back to the Gryffindor common room.
I walk in and young Harry sees me. He says how he is nervous about tomorrow's match; I tell him it will be fine. The truth is I don't feel much like talking, heck I don't feel much like anything. I just want to take a shower and perform the charm that I normally do to cover the bruises he leaves me.
I go to my room, ignoring my own dorm mates, as they inquire about my well-being. I assure them that I am fine, as I get ready to take my shower to wash away his putrid smell off of my battered body.
I am used to him abusing me, but it had never ended like this. He had never invaded me like that before now; he never used sex against me, until now. Normally he just gropes a little, verbal abuse, along with a few curses, and physical abuse, but not sexually, that was until now.
I couldn't help but cry as I wash his foul scent off of my body, for once glad that no one knows what happened tonight. But I still want to crawl out to the head table and shout it all for the school to know, so they can know what type of creature Marcus Flint really is.
But I don't, I don't want anyone to know that I was that weak, that helpless against him. I am ashamed of the fact, and as they won each tournament from then on out, he resorted to sexual torture throughout the year.
The year passed quickly, by the end of term I was only a mere shell of what I once was. I tried to play it off, as just nothing, but it slowly began eating away at me, like a spider bite. I tried to keep everyone clueless about what was going on, and most of the time I succeeded.
That was until Christmas break that was until my girlfriend finally caught me. I had forgotten to perform my charm at the regular interval, and the mass array of bruises appeared all around my body. The one that got her attention was the one at the base of my neck that was obviously a hicky. She got mad and ran out of the room, accusing me later of sleeping around with another girl.
If she only knew the truth, which I tried desperately to explain to her, but she wouldn't listen, had she only known who was at the other side of that hicky, and what he was doing when he gave it to me.
It was useless, hopeless even to break through that skull of hers. Out of all the torments Marcus Flint could have put me through that was the worst. Watching her leave me, because she thinks that I am cheating on her. Oh, how I wish I did, so I would have deserved the harshness of her words, and I don't think I have ever tried so hard to explain anything before.
But the year was over and that was the best thing ever. And despite the tormenting, I still managed to pull off a decent score on the O. W. L.'s, which was shocking even to me.
I looked around the courtroom as my story concluded of my fifth year at Hogwarts. The judge gave a recess until the next day and I was ever glad for the break, because I wasn't sure I could have handled more of that today.
I am though happy that Flint might actually have to pay for the crimes he inflicted on people. I am also thankful that someone had the courage to press charges on him.
-End of Part I-
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