I am not J.K.Rowling and definitely not owning Harry Potter. Although I don´t want to own Harry! Draco will do just fine.

warnings: non-con, torture, violence, character death

Chapter 6

Treason

The Dark Lord´s look was murderous. A small dangerous smile started to twist his facial features into something only nightmares could bear.

"So this is how you tutor your charge, Severus."

Snape´s face lost all remaining colour at the use of his first name, spoken in a whispered and dangerous sounding hiss. Lord Voldemort only called his Death Eaters by his first name before an Avada Kedavra hit them. Snape straightened and stood tall and proud, regardless of his nakedness, his mouth pressed into a straight line, his face carefully forced into his well-trained conceited mask.

"You dare to take what is mine?"

A greyish white hand brought forth a wand, made of bone, its tip pointing straight at the trembling Potions Master´s heart.

The Dark Lord with feline grace went to stand behind Draco, wand always trained on his right-hand man. He deftly pushed two fingers of his unoccupied hand into Draco´s wet and abused opening, causing Draco to release a shuddering gasp. The snake-faced Lord brought the fingers up, sniffing them, his slightly forked tongue flicking over the blood and seed coating his fingers, licking his filthy fingers with a delighted expression as if he had tasted something most delicious.

"Treason and pain!"

Snape lost his countenance for a moment and a visible shudder could be seen running over his body.

"Tell me, child, did he force you?"

Draco shivered. He was looking at Snape, trying to read him, trying to find any indication of what he should answer. Their Lord was furious, and he had warned Snape that it would happen. Snape had raped him, hurt him, but he was still his godfather, had been nice to him in the past. Although he could not understand how, Snape still wanted to help his godson. If Draco told his Lord that he had indeed forced him, Draco was sure that a corpse would soon adorn the floor of his room.

"Answer!"

Did he want this? Did he want Snape to die for what he had done to him?

"No, he didn´t force me." Draco finally whispered, his voice shaking with fear, mindful of the oncoming punishment he would surely receive for being unfaithful to his Lord.

Both Snape and Voldemort were staring at him, one in surprised gratitude, the other in doubtful rage.

"You are a wanton boy, Draco, a real slut."

The fingers entered him again, causing a burning ache but also the sweet sensation he craved so much. Draco started to pant as his Lord was moving his skilled fingers inside him.

"Do you want to be filled, Draco? Do you crave the feeling to be taken?"

Draco was ashamed of his dirty body, mind, need. Yes, he wanted to be taken. His Lords fingers were like the fingers of an artist. Draco would wish for nothing else in his life than his Lord´s fingers, his Lord´s whole body, giving Draco pleasure. He wanted his Lord to take him!

"Yes, my Lord, please, take me!"

Draco was ecstatic, but suddenly the fingers were gone. Lord Voldemort took two swift steps towards Snape until the tip of his wand touched the Potions Master´s forehead.

"Crucio!"

Snape fell to the floor, the raging emotion behind the curse too much for him, his body writhing, his whole concentration on keeping his mouth pressed tightly shut to keep the straining noises his throat produced locked in. Lord Voldemort held the wand steady while with the other he started to stroke his right-hand man´s flaccid member. Snape was whimpering. Pleasure and pain flowed through the Potions Master´s body, the pain at first having the upper hand, but soon the pleasure built up and he reacted to his Lord´s ministrations. The little conscious thought left he had used before to concentrate on staying quiet now was gone and he started screaming. It took almost three minutes in which the curse was steadily held on the writhing man until his Lord had finally brought back his erection and stopped the torture, leaving Snape to lie on the cold stone floor moaning and sweating.

"Get up, Severus!"

Snape slowly forced himself to stand on trembling legs. Lord Voldemort took his straining erection again into his pale hand, administering a few fast strokes before his hand stilled and his wandtip was pressed against hard flesh.

"Engorgio!"

Snape moaned when a tickling warmth spread across his flesh and the erection in his Lord´s hand doubled it´s length and girth. It looked grotesque and ugly.

Draco watched with wide eyes. He grew frantic when his Lord made Snape stand behind him, pressing the enlarged monstrosity against his already torn entrance.

"Nooo! Please, my Lord, I don´t want him, I wanted you, I can´t take this, please, it´s too large, please, don´t..."

Draco let out a wail when the monstrous tip started to spread him wider than humanly possible and tore him even more on entering. The wail soon turned into an agonized scream.

It took a long time before he was completely filled, the streching causing unbearable pain. Blood was running down his tighs in small rivulets, mimikring the tears on his face. Then Snape stilled in him to let loose a pained scream only moments later.

Voldemort had opened his robes, taking his already aroused, slime dropping member out and pushed with one cruel thrust into the Potions Master´s opening. Unused to this intrusion Snape let out a bloodcurling scream, turning into pained moans when his Lord started to move inside him. Voldemort held the blackhaired man´s hips in a tight grip and moved him back and forth in short sharp thrusts, controlling Snape´s movement inside Draco.

Draco was only half aware of what was going on, the agony too much to handle and his body slowly shutting down.

He was not aware of his hoarse screams, his bitter tears, the blood running down his legs drawing crimson patterns on his sweat covered body, that he had bitten his tongue during the first penetration causing blood to pool in his mouth, reaching the back of his throat and also slowly dropping out of his mouth, that his muscles tensed with every thrust into his torn opening, was not aware of his body going into convulsions when he had another orgasm.

Voldemort directed every thrust, controlled every movement and finally both dark-haired men shuddered, with heaving breaths, moans and seed spilling on the ground the only witnesses.

Voldemort pulled out of Snape and silently without haste withdrew his wand from the folds of his flowing black robes.

Snape, still in postorgasmic bliss, was taken by surprise when the hissed "Stupefy!" hit his body and smashed him into a wall, in front of which he came to rest on the ground, his privates still grotesquely enlarged.

The Dark Lord´s grin was feral as he floated his right hand man´s form into the passage just outside Draco´s room and dumped the unconscious man on the ground.

"Take him to the dungeons and put him in chains. I will take care of him later!" he hissed at the two Death Eaters standing watch there.

"Rennervate!" The haze was blown away from Draco´s tortured mind to reveal the terrifying reality. He moaned pitifully when the pain returned at full force, almost making him want to faint again. He was still tied to the invidious horse and the Dark Lord was standing in front of him, a dangerous smile twisting his face.

"Draco, my child, why did you lie to me?" hissed the snake-faced wizard quietly, a finger dancing over Draco´s bloodsmeared lips. Draco shivered. So it was true, his Lord could read his mind, his every thought maybe. There was no reason to hide anything from him any longer.

"I´m sorry, my Lord! He´s my godfather, I didn´t want you to kill him for what he did to me. Please, forgive me!" he whispered, ashamed to be caught lying, afraid to be punished again. His tongue ached from where he had bitten it, the taste of blood in his mouth wanted to make him gag and his speech was slightly impaired.

"I am a higly accomplished Legilimens, child! I thought you knew that there is nothing you can hide from your master!"

Draco knew from now on and he would behave accordingly. Ward his thoughts, keep his mind clear.

"Where is he...Severus?" Draco asked alarmed.

"He is not here anymore!" Draco started. The Dark Lord had already killed his godfather? "I did to him what he had done to you. An eye for an eye..." The light eerie laughter of his Lord made his skin crawl. "Severus is in the dungeons now. All he needs is a little pain to show him his place again! I would not kill him so easily as he was always very useful to me and I see why he wants you so desperately. Maybe I should give you a little taste of his punishment?"

Draco shuddered at the thought of more pain, but he had not foreseen that his Lord would push his soiled member towards Draco´s lips, the filth of Lord Voldemort's copulation with Snape still covering it. Draco whimpered and turned his head away. He would not take this into his mouth, could not, just the smell alone was turning his stomach.

"Crucio!" bellowed the Dark Lord enraged about his protégé's defiance. The agony ripped him apart, set his bones on fire and burst his heart. Draco could not hold the screams back, could not withstand the pain. His Lord´s Cruciatus was definitely more dolorous than the ones Draco had experienced by his minions' hand before. His body was already weak and injured and the darkness was soon closing in on him.

"Rennervate!" Draco whimpered when the filthy column of flesh was pressed against his lips once again, this time breaching them without resistance. The taste was revolting and he started to gag. He had to use all his willpower to swallow the vomit down and relax his mouth as his Lord started to move. Tears slowly made their way out of his eyes again, his shame too much to bear. To suck the grime of his godfather's bowel off his Lord was not something he ever imagined he would have to do when he had become a Death Eater.

It did not take long until his Lord´s seed gushed into his throat, the bitter taste mixing on his tongue with the flavour of blood and filth, making his stomach turn again.The Dark Lord was unimpressed by his retching and pushed with one deep thrust in until he was settled deep in Draco´s throat, the convulsions seemingly even increasing his pleasure as the expression on his face showed. When he pulled out Draco could not control himself any longer and brought up the meagre contents of his stomach.

Lord Voldemort cleaned himself contendedly, then he undid the restraints on Draco´s arms and legs and carried him over to the soft bed where he gently placed him down. Draco looked up fearfully at his Lord when the white wand was directed at him, but it was a healing spell warming his body and tickling his skin that hit his body. The horrid pain he had felt before was now replaced with a comfortable warmth and heaviness all over his body. The Dark Lord bent down to capture his mouth in a kiss, his tongue sampling the sordid taste dominating Draco´s mouth before he covered him with the warm blanket and caressed his hair lovingly.

"Sleep now, child, for tomorrow we will go on a raid!" Draco´s eyes were closed and he was falling into dreams of screams and flaming skulls before his Lord had positioned himself behind Draco, his arm wrapped protectively over the sleeping youth.

Draco was awoken by the sound of a soft knocking, followed by a young Death Eater's face peeking around the opened door. He looked around in confusion, feeling as if he had just fallen asleep mere seconds ago.

"Our Lord expects you in his chambers for breakfast!" mumbled the crooked-nosed redhaired youth. Fearfully looking at Draco he placed the black robes he had held in his arms on Draco's dresser and hurridly left the room.

Draco was feeling filthy. Reeking from stale sweat, bodily fluids on his crotch and back causing a sticky sensation, a taste in his mouth as if he had eaten something rotten, he pulled a face and groaned in disgust. He jumped out of his comfortable bed and took a much needed refreshing shower, followed by a thorough cleaning of his teeth which unfortunately could not take away the still lingering stale taste completely. Immaculately dressed into the for him provided black robes Draco made his way through the short passage to his Lord's room. Slowly he stepped through the in welcome opened door.

"Good morning, my Lord!" It was a strange thing to say as there were no windows, and therefore no sunshine, in the Death Eater's underground lair and it could have been any time of the day, as all rooms were lit by candles or torches. He was nervous as to how the Dark Lord would behave towards him after he had betrayed his Lord so shamefully. The latter obviously had forgiven him, as his welcome was as warm and friendly as any Dark Lord could offer. After a taxing look at his Lord, Draco hungrily devoured the offered breakfast, while the snake-faced wizard watched him silently with those eerie crimson eyes, again not touching food nor drink.

"You will follow me on a very important raid this morning, child!" Lord Voldemort finally said to Draco. "We will attack the Hogwarts' train station." Draco looked up in surprise. "My spies have informed me of the imminent departure of Hogwarts' students after Dumbledore´s burial. Most of them have been taken home by their parents, not even up to forty of them will go to the station. Harry Potter will be among those taking the train to London and my Death Eaters will capture him today. They are on their way already as we speak."

Lord Voldemort wanted to capture Harry Potter. Draco could not help to hope that the Death Eaters would be successful. To see Potter suffering in the dungeons of his Lord's mansion would be a great satisfaction for Draco after all he had suffered by the conceited Boy Who Lived. He could not help but smirk at the thought.

"When will we go, my Lord?" Draco asked eagerly.

"We will leave right now, dear child!" answered the Dark Lord, a satisfied grin twisting his face cruelly.

They went upstairs and out into the back of the old Riddle House. Draco was not used to the sunlight after spending days in twilight, and his eyes could hardly bear the bright light of the day. Had it really been just four days ago that he had failed to kill Dumbledore and been brought to his Lord´s side? His Lord stopped and wrapped his right arm around Draco´s shoulder while he brought up his wand in his left hand.

"I will apparate both of us, child!" The grin was streching the skin on his face, making his head look like the skull used as the Death Eater's insignia. "Apparate!"

Draco felt like twirling in air before his feet stood on solid ground again in the blink of an eye.

They were surrounded by a scene arisen from a nightmare. Children were lying on the ground, dead eyes staring at the Dark Mark adorning the sky above them. Blood and screams everywhere, people fighting, running, curses zipping through the air, hitting whomever they met.

The students had had no chance. The first and second years had gone down first, easy prey for the black robed men. Only twelve of the fifth to seventh years were present and knew enough about duelling to stand their ground against the merciless Death Eaters, if only for a minute. A large mountain of bloodied flesh was now what once had been the gamekeeper of Hogwarts, the half-giant Hagrid. Professor McGonagall who had also accompanied the children was gravely injured and tortured continuously with the Cruciatus Curse, her voice already broken by the prolonged torture, her screams sounding like a harsh rattling in her throat.

The last students fell, the fleeing ones hit by Avada Kedavra in the back. Death Eaters everywhere were torturing children, making them scream and bleed. Beg for their life, beg for them to stop, beg their absent parents for help. Draco was not interested in them, only graced them with a fleeting glance. He looked for the one who was interesting to him, Potter. He stumbled over a body, brown hair now reddened by blood, dull eyes staring lifelessly, mouth opened in a silent scream even in death. 'The Mudblood!' Draco thought, the corners of his mouth turning down in revulsion, giving the girl´s corpse a swift kick for good measure before moving on.

Draco shuddered when he came across Greyback, who had obviously found his way back from the last Hogwarts battle just days ago, and was now hungrily tearing at a girl´s throat. Blond hair, angelic face, no older than twelve she looked, her fragile body convulsing in her death struggle. She was no Slytherin, Draco noted, there were hardly any Slytherins present, as most parents were Death Eaters and had known about the attack for sure. Blood splattered into the werewolve´s face and into the girl´s own. The view of the carnage and the sounds of tearing flesh were grueling to Draco´s ears.

Some steps away from Greyback Crabbe sen., as disgustingly fat as his son, was frantically rutting a tiny girl, this one seemed to be even younger than the one Greyback mauled. The girl was screaming for her mother while the fat man on top of her was licking her tears from her face, calling the child "bitch" and "whore" in his ecstasy.

Finally, a figure screaming in agony, writhing on the ground, kicks and curses hitting the body again and again, cracking bones, drawing blood. "Potter!" hissed Draco, his eyes gleaming as he watched the darkhaired boy being tortured. Tears were cursing down the youths face, helpless pleas leaving his screaming mouth, muscles convulsing in agony. Draco´s heart started to beat faster at the spectacle before him.

His eyes narrowed when he detected a piece of wood on the ground, a wand, Potter´s wand. Draco bent down and picked up the mudcovered wand, looking at it for a moment in fascination before he broke the wood with a loud snapping sound in two, a satisfied sneer twisting his features as he watched the invincible Boy Who Lived being tortured without mercy. A white hand lay down on his shoulder.

"Stop! I want Potter alive! We will return now! Take all the ones alive along!" commanded the Dark Lord. The curses were withdrawn immediately, a last kicked delievered to Potter´s midsection, making him moan in pain. Lord Voldemort left Draco´s side to place a silver necklace on Potter, a small Death Eater insignia with rubys as eyes as a pendant its only decoration.

"Nobody but me can take this necklace off you again, Harry! It will reduce your magical abilities to almost non existent and prevent you from escaping. It is my gift to you!" the Dark Lord grinned maliciously into Potter´s face, who was whimpering in pain, wide green eyes locked onto red ones filled with hatred. Envy started to burn deep in Draco´s chest, making his blood boil, making him hate the thrice accursed Potter even more. Not that he wanted his magic to be taken away, but for Potter to receive a necklace from his Lord when he had gotten only new clothes...

The Death Eaters apparated back to the mansion, taking the prisoners straight to the dungeons. Draco was following his Lord down to this other level of the underground structure of Riddle Mansion. Surely his Lord must have added all this space with magic, because the house looked nothing like a place with vast dungeons from the outside. There were holding cells of a kind in two long rows along a dimlit passage, but they looked different from the one Draco enjoyed in the beginning of his stay here. There were iron bars seperating them, the floor was partially covered with rotten straw and the wet stains on the ground looked suspiciously like piss. At least the stench in this area was talking about the lack of bathrooms.

His stomach was almost turning. This was a place not even fit to house horses. Most cells were empty, now to be filled with the surviving Hogwarts students, but in the others unfortunate creatures were already sitting on the ground, always pressing themselves as far back against the wall as possible, trying to become invisible, only one was lying on the wet ground, moaning all the time. The light was too bad to be able to see the faces. Draco could not make out if they were Muggles or wizards.

"Take Potter to the torture chamber!" hissed the Dark Lord at his minions who were carrying the half conscious boy between them.

They passed the holding cells and entered a broader passage leading straight to a large ornate wooden door. Draco could hear screams. Once not his own screams. Draco smiled. They entered through the heavy door into a large round room decorated on the walls and two small tables with many items meant as it seemed for torturing the unfortunate. There was a fireplace and another door on the opposite side of the room. The ceiling was very high and obscured in the shadows as the light of the fireplace and the torches could not replace the shadows so high above. The high ceiling was almost creating an echo and amplified the victim´s screams even to a higher volume.

A dark-haired man was chained to the wall, his skin glistening with sweat and blood, a whip repeatedly hitting his torn back, his body shuddering with every strike, his voice hoarse from screaming too much. Draco´s eyes widened in shock when he recognized the tortured man. It was his godfather.

Coming ahead in the next chapter of Ad Finem - Until The End:

Draco has to prove his worth as a protégé and enjoys the debasement of his arch enemy.

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