Sorry this chapter is so long, the ones to come wont be so long.THis takes place in the fourth Potter book.Close to the end but you'll se as you read on. The main chactor has no name yet but he will be given one in an upcoming chapter. Take caution this chapter has grafic rape, it is not for the faint of heart...Enjoy.

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Chapter one

Snakes & Skulls

"Slave! Slave!" A coldness adores to pull a small tenderness from his dreams. "Get up!"

Rattles of keys and stomping boots awoke a laying broken boy on a stack of hay. Dirty, ripped skin from torturous whips and undernourishment kept him slim and lean.

Thick, hard stomps echoed across the shadowed ground as a metallic click of locked chains and locks opened. A full brick Shadow blocked the pouring sunshine of a new, warm morning. The breeze carried a strong stench of full-bodied Irish Whisky. The master's eyes sparkled a Blood-shot Brown, cold to the touch. This man was indeed a brick wall, full and built to crush any who opposed him.

Hidden beneath the rotting stack of hay quivered the malicious Master's small slave. One of the man's Gorilla hands extended to the boy's neck while the other reached for a coiled whip outside the shed door.Whip at hand he tossed his miserable little creature outside in the bright morning light. The light showed the boy for what he was, Slim from starvation, frail sun kissed skin caramel warm, and a elfish marble face; But his eyes were the most captivating in the sun, Godly star gleaming Green that would shame the very sea. The boy shouted from the ground collision, his face winced with pain. "Get Going!"

The boy panted heaving himself to one elbow but struggled with his aching muscles. His master loosened his grip on the whip letting the end drop lightly to the dusty ground. His knuckled cracked around the handle as he reached back dragging the tip along the ground. He flexed his arm muscles bring his red torment upon the boy.

"Move boy!" A loud etching crack snaps the still morning air. A shrill voice cries for mercy. The pulling back brings another swift snap causing the boy to shout in overwhelming agony. "Move!" The young boy looking no more than 15 or 16 gasped and struggled to his feet. His unforgiving master kicks him from behind. He flies 3 feet in the direction of the main house. He gained balance running to the servant's entrance.

Such mornings were unnaturally kind to him, nothing would make him happier than to bathe in that man's blood. Hatred defined such dreams, always boiling his heart miss crewing his subconscious to outrageous ,murderous fantasies.

He stumbled into the ground kitchen. The Master stumbled in as well but knocking over an empty glass bottle of whisky. The glass shattered over the hard tile floor spreading into shards that transfixed themselves into the exterior of the boy's dirty bare feet ."Pick it up!" His master smiled a sticky evil smirk "with your bare hands…." He cackled all the way out of the kitchen. Glass made dry crush cracking sounds as he ;left the kitchen.

So the day has begun. The wounds of his back had stopped bleeding but now it was his hands that bled. The rags that held his body together barely hung by a thread now exposing the scars of his back and arms; just above his shoulder blade sat a cold reminder of who he was. #682Bburnedon his shoulder branded his given slave serial number.

He had no name just the number that sat on his back. All his life he was nothing but the number that defined him, like the others before and since, but he was not like the others. According to his date of birth he was exactly 49 years old, but externally appeared to be only 15. Besides his slow aging body, Strange things happened when he felt sudden rushes of emotion. Things happened as if magic could exist in his world, as if he possessed so sort of hidden power to do as he pleased but only in uncontrollable bursts of emotion.In this boy's captive life he had seen things, done things; things that no one should ever be forced to witness. Things that have no name to the living but were whispered by the dead. He had seen and done some reddish work in the fall of the sun. Just to carry the memory was a torture in itself.

Once the glass was cleaned piece by piece his rough hands dripped crimson, stinging with every drop of liquor left on the glass. His master came to the sound of running water. The boy was rinsing his badly cut hands than wrapped them in clean bands of cloth. "Come with me…." he followed his master, a bowed head, throbbing hands and a tight hating heart."Clean everything from top to bottom by sunset and ready 3 rooms. I have guests arriving later tonight." Than he left. The boy tightened his bandages to hold the pain back. He fetched the cleaning utensils and began sweeping trying to drown out the white fire burning in his hands and heart.

"Hey Sssilly ,"a sable sweet voice peeked from the walls. He looked around smiling, over and under the beautiful antiques in the room. "Hey, SsSsilly over here!." A large black cobra slithered from under the ruby carpet. "Asoka, you shouldn't be in here." The boy whispers nervouslylooking about for any sign someone heard."Oh sssssilly, This is India, Cobras are everywhere. It would look completely normal to see a snake insssside." Asoka climbed up a coat rack pouching herself on it. Where Cinderella had her birds, this boy had his snake. For 20 years He had his not so little companion never separated. Where ever he went she followed. He took her with him where ever he went . When he was sold and resold ,transported or moved he took her along.

Sometimes late at night he would find himself envying his little cobra friend for all that she was. Slippery serpent that could come and go as will crawling through the cracks as a cockroach does. She had the ability to poison enemies and was born given a name. Of all the thinks he craved most it was a real name. She calls him silly for that's all she knows but deep in his heart he desired nothing more than a name with letters and only letters. "Sssssso, whatsssssss up? Or not?" Asoka snickerd

"I have to prepare the house for guests, they arrive tonight.''

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The sun was beginning to set, the house sparkled of bright , perfectly polished wood. The house was cleaned from top to bottom and ready to receive the king himself. Down in the ground kitchen the boy sat on the ground to existed to lean on something. His body hummed of aching bones and wrenching numb muscles. He was over worked and under fed, His hands hadn't stopped bleeding since they started.

Strong stomps echoing come to the kitchen pounding in the boy's spinning head. His master slapped his feet with a sack packed with a servant uniform "You are to ware this tonight." He spat "You are to serve us and take what is asked. You are to do everything you are told Understood?" The boy looked up nodding. "Yes, sir." He stood up and went to the servant bath house.

When he returned his master was scurrying about perfecting the last details. Outside a fancy horse couch pulled up " Master, I think the guests have arrived."

"Yes , go receive them." They both left the inside to greet the guests outside. The boy didn't see their faces but he could tell they were people of great importance from Spain.

In the tea room he pored tea to his guests, studying their faces and voices.

"Oh, Richard your home is lovely, the house elves have lost their touch, but taking in a muggle orphan. How sweet." Squawked the woman no older than 45. She was very pale with silvery blond hair and piercing gray eyes. She wore fine silks wrapped in delicate woven lace, no doubt she was a woman of high stature. She was accompanied by her two sons.

His master had wasted no time in cleaning and refining the boy's looks. Sharp and presentable. He was fixed and cleaned handsomely, hair combed to soft night shade waves ,his dirt stained face scrubbed to a chiseled elfish art . The younger of the two made quick note of the boy's beauty.

The two sons were very much like day and night. The eldest, Philippe, was tall ,dark and mysterious in every aspect. Whereas his younger brother, Gabriel was pale as snow, slim and had a Deviant charm about him.

Throughout dinner Gabriel displayed interest in Richard's little slave. His bight sky eyes never ventured far from the boy. After dinner as the boy came to take Gabriel's plate away Gabriel slid a hand under the table. The boy quivered from a touch of a warm finger gently traveling over the inside seam of his pants leg.

Time passed slowly that night, alone in the kitchen the boy washed the last of the dishes when his master came to lock him up for the night. Sleep swiftly claimed him in the green fresh hay. His strength depleted he slowly breathed to sleep. About midnight a soft click disturbed his rest. A slow squeak of rusted hinges, moonlight pored in the boy's dark prison.

Candle light glittered blue eyes and silvery blond hair. A hand pressed over the boy's mouth, "ssshhhhhhhhhhhhh," Gabriel removed his hand "Its just me." he placed the candle on the ground over their heads than he laid his body on top of the boy's gentle frame.

"What are you doing…..?" The boy gasped, he began to struggle under Gabriel's weight. "Get off!" He slid from under Gabriel , trying to get up but Gabriel grabbed his wrist pulling him down pinning him to the ground. He's not playing a game. The boy began panicking.

"Don't struggle…."Gabriel's warm whisper tickled the inside of the boy's ear. He tried to escape the demon's clutches but Gabriel just chuckled. The exhaustion of his body left him defenseless, he didn't even have the strength to put up a struggle. Gabriel held the boy's arms above his head. "Please ………..Stop……" he begged as he shook his head from side to side. Gabriel gasped at what he saw on the boy's arm; a tattoo of a skull and a snake. "You're a Death eater? Well, we'll just have to turn you in after than…"

"Stop……"

"I love it when they beg….." Gabriel licked the boy's face "OO so sweet…." he hissed.

Something began poking at the boy's thighs. Gabriel gasped as his pants grew tighter with each passing moment. The boy's eyes beaded tears in fear. "No ……Please!" He whimpered.

"Stop……"Gabriel slid a curious hand under the boy's shirt purring as he went along.

The boy tried to move but his hands and the weight were to much holding him in place.

"Beg…"Gabriel purred. He licked the boy's left ear causing him to squirm and shrill a high pitched tone. Gently Gabriel slipped the boy's bottom rags off to a side. He glided his fingers over the squirmy soft skin within the boy's inner thigh searching for a hidden treasure. The boy gasped once Gabriel's hand found what it was looking for. "No….Stop!"

A scream than it was silent. Gabriel placed a firm hand over the boy's mouth releasing his hands. Such little strength was left in him, even with his arms freed he could do nothing. He was to over powered and to overwhelmed. He began to get hot, blushing face hot. Gabriel had forced the boy's legs over his hips. The contest was over. Gabriel undid the last thing that held his from bringing himself upon the boy.

Tears trickled from the boy's eyes as he squirmed, panting for mercy but none was given in Gabriel' candlelit eyes.

In one sharp, hard thrust, Gabriel rumbled a deep satisfied moan while the poor innocent creature beneath him uttered a shrill muffled agonizing tone. Pain burned profoundly within the boy's tortured body. He plead, cried for release but Gabriel was deaf to his pleas., instead with each tear stricken plea Gabriel thrust harder, penetrating him deeper braking him from the inside.

Gabriel laughed in his throat. Every hungry interjection he fixed upon the boy he drew closer to climax. At the point of almost internal fixation Gabriel thrust his hardest reaching his deepest penetration, to pierce the boy's heart, felling no pity or regret; just immense satisfaction at desecrating this boy's innocence. When he was done, He let go of the rasping, sobbing boy; watching him as he cried. " Can't believe you're a Death eater…."

The boy shouted as rage erupted from his mind, body , and soul. His anger was white molten lava. He jumped for Gabriel's neck , a silver green light sparked from his fingers and Gabriel limped in his clasp, dead.

He screamed taking his face in his hands "This wasn't the first time but it will be the last!" He did not know from what power it was or where it originated but the hatred grew inside him transforming into a blinding force. He closed his eyes focusing his power, a wave of pure undying energy spread across the moonlit ground. Everything around him disengaged to dust and blew away with the wind, than there was nothing .

"sssssssssilly!" Asoka had just returned from her late hunt.She peered at the empty space where a house used to be. "SSSSSilly, what happened?" she hissed "It happened again didn't it? Well, where will we go now?" The boy fell to his knees breathless "I don't know …" he sobbed

"SSSSSSSSSSSilly! Look up in the ssssky."SHe pointed her head to the sky "Your mark isin the sky!" he looked up from his hands and sure enough there it was slithering of evil pulsation, the snake and skull.

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