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Possession
Chapter XVI – Pre-emptive Strike
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"Have fun," Draco smirked as he stauntered out the door, taking one last look at Potter.

The black haired boy was tied spread-eagled on a raised stone slab. Both Blaise and Millicent were hovering over him, waiting for him to awaken but Draco knew they would hasten that process just as soon as he and his illusion companions were somewhere public.

"Oh, don't worry, we will," Millicent chimed as the door clang shut.

"Sheesh!" Blaise rolled his eyes. "I thought he'd never leave."

"Tell me about it... But we can begin now. You got his wand?"

"You betcha!" Zabini held the piece of holly, one hand at each end. "This will ensure that he can't get away." With narrowed eyes and a sly smile he snapped the wand.

"Eargh!" Harry screamed as something within him snapped. His body arched up, pulling at his bonds unconsciously as he struggled.

"Yeow! That was loud! What the hell happened?" Millicent yelped.

"Well... This was meant to be his only wand," Blaise said. "I guess it was tied to him. That's the only thing I can think of."

"Yeah well, it doesn't matter now, does it," Millicent smiled at Blaise, licking her lips.

"No, it doesn't." He flung the broken pieces of wood aside, turning hooded eyes towards their captive. "Draco should have had enough time so now we can begin." He held his hand out to Millicent, like some twisted parody of a gentlemen. "For our Lord?"

"For our Lord," she confirmed, taking his hand as they raised their wands towards the unconscious Harry Potter.

"Enervate," they said the spell together.

Harry blinked but quickly realised he was bound and he'd had enough experience to know that the bonds weren't going to break from the force he could exert. He carefully opened his eyes and immediately wished he hadn't.

He knew that look. He'd seen it almost all his life.

Lust, desire, craving, carnal... And he was only a thing to them. Something that could ease their desires.

Without thinking he screamed, struggling desperately but it was to no avail but he continued to try. Out of nowhere a fist hit him and Harry turned to glare at his captor... Captors he corrected himself.

Blaise Zabini and Millicent Bulstrode.

Two of his year mates...

Two of Voldemort's followers...

He looked at them with wide eyes.

"Well, look at what we've got here," Millicent purred, licking her lips.

"What..?" Harry coughed. "What do you want?"

"Oh... I think you know. And we're going to get it," Blaise narrowed his eyes as he looked lewdly at Harry. "You escaped our Master last year and you escaped him again a few weeks ago."

"We're here to make sure that you don't do it again."

"There are consequences for angering our Lord."

"Just think about it Potter. Next time you escape from our Master we'll do this again and next time we won't be so merciful. We'll let you watch though as we do this to Weasley and that Mudblood Granger. And just think how the youngest weasel will squeal when I rip her open," Blaise laughed and nodded towards Millicent.

The girl reached towards Harry, ripping at his clothes.

"No!" Harry screamed and tried to flinch away but the bonds were too tight and he couldn't move. He felt the panic rising within him. This couldn't be happening. It couldn't be. He'd escaped this pain. At Hogwarts he was safe.

"Bad boy!" Millicent exclaimed as she slapped him, swinging her legs over the stone so that she straddled him. "Bad, bad boy." She pulled a knife from within her robes and continued to cut at his cloths.

It didn't take long for her to expose his chest so as Blaise watched she slid down slightly, rest her butt on Harry's knees as she cut away at his pants. "I'm going to enjoy this," she murmured, eyes clouded with desire as she beheld his full nakedness.

Harry continued to struggle as best as he could but he couldn't do anything. Mindless terror gripped him and his breath became short as his mind threatened to shut down. This wasn't happening.

"Hmm..." Blaise sighed as he sat down. "So am I," he grinned watching as he waited for his turn.

Millicent removed her own robes. After a few moments, despite Harry's best efforts, he was ready. Millicent withdrew her hands and moved forward.

"No. Please, no." Harry looked into her eyes, making sure she could see the sincerity in his own.

Millicent grinned, licking her lips again and raising one eyebrow at him. "I don't think so," she said.

It didn't hurt but at the same time it was pain worse than anything he knew. Harry screamed, desperately hoping his voice would be heard but he knew they would have cast a silencing charm on the room but he still tried.

This was happening and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

"No..." She growled. "Watch." She reached out and gripped Harry's head.

"So good."

"Hmm..." Blaise moaned. He'd lost Horn, Parchment, Wand (Wizarding Ro-sham-bo - Rock, Paper, Scissors) and so had to wait for Bulstrode to finish before he got his turn with Potter. But that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy himself. "You should try to enjoy Millicent, Potter," he said, "I'm not going to be so gentle."

Harry gulped but not at Zabini's words. He was not taking pleasure from this. He felt nothing but shame and pain and terror. A tear escaped his eye as he cried out, casting his mind for anything that could help him.

Darkness opened itself, soft and warm. :Master... Retreat.:

Harry looked at the ceiling seeing the shadows there. Amongst the beams they were alive and Harry felt a flash of relief as they seemed to descend and wrapped themselves around him. He felt warm and secure and Millicent and Blaise sank into insignificance.

:We will protect you, Master.:

Millicent rocked back as she felt it. No man went from full erection to nothing, not with her around him. "What?" She snarled slapping at him but she got no reaction. Her hands hit him but his head just rolled with the force of her blows.

Blaise sat up as he saw what had happened. He stepped forward, grabbing Potter's face and looking deep into the glazed emerald eyes. With a hiss he pulled back.

Harry's eyes were dead. He was breathing and as Blaise put his head to Harry's chest he could hear the heart beat but his eyes were dead. Zabini could see the rafters reflected in them and he suppressed a shiver at the soft smile on Harry's lips. Something wasn't right.

"What did you do?" He asked Millicent.

"Nothing!" She screamed raising her hand to strike him but Blaise was faster, catching it and glaring at her with pale eyes.

"All right! I was watching too..." He breathed deeply considering what they should do.

They hadn't done exactly what Draco had wanted but he supposed technically this could be defined as being adequate for what had been their purpose. Potter wasn't going to escape their Lord in this state any time soon. Still he was disappointed that he hadn't got a go.

"Get dressed," he said to Millicent as he began 'cleaning' the room, casting charms to ensure they couldn't be detected.

Millicent slipped off the raised stone, throwing her clothes on hastily.

"You ready?" Blaise asked from the door.

"What about him?" She jerked her head towards the comatose Harry.

"What about him? You got all the fun. Just leave him."

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