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WARNING: As the title of the chapter says, there is GRAPHIC RAPE OF A MAN in this chapter (in the beginning actually) and also thoughts/ conversation about rape/ sexual abuse. Please DO NOT proceed if this is triggering to you in any way. Please be advised that this story is NOT for minors.
"Please! Pleaseeeee! Kill me, kill me, please, I am begging you!"
Dumbledore just chuckled, he was used to requests like this- not that he ever bothered to fulfill them. Whoever came to one of his camps came here to suffer and to suffer some more, death was a mercy that got only granted to a few.
He was standing in front of the small cells in one of the camps- he was currently building a third one- and watched the thin, bleeding man curled into a ball on the cold floor, his right leg sprawled in a strange position, appearing to be broken.
"The wizarding world needs to be free from Muggle scum like you!", he hissed at the man, entering the cell, "you are parasites of magic, parasites!"
"Please…my…my daughter…I…", the man spit up some blood, "her name is…Alexis…"
"Ah, yes, of course, Alexis", Dumbledore stated like he knew exactly who the man was talking about, "she might still be alive, actually."
The man made a sound that was between a groan and a sob, "please, please spare her! Kill me instead, you can…do anything…"
Dumbledore grinned, he had just waited for him to say something like that, "anything, yes?", his eyes greedily went over the thin body of the man, covered only with a ragged pair of shorts, "well, there is something you can do for me…", he went even closer, nestling with his robes.
"No, no, please!"
Dumbledore took some sadistic satisfaction in watching the man trying to crawl away from him with his broken leg, "now, now, I thought you wanted to save your precious little Mudblood? One word from me and she'll be taken care of by some of my men", he laughed when the man threw up right in front of him, not bothered the slightest by the stench of the vomit in the cell- he had smelled worse lately, "come now, you might even enjoy it…", he positioned himself behind the prisoner, ignoring his screams and wails, and then he entered the man with one hard thrust. He never cared to prep any of them, enjoying the tortured sounds the man was making now, and he thrust into him again, "so…tight…", he moaned with pleasure, "so…warm…"
"Pleaseeeeeeee!"
"You want more, don't you?", Dumbledore started to sweat. He was getting too old to do this for long, but the mortified, desperate screeches the man on the ground made now pulled him to the edge quickly. Seconds later, he released himself into the man, groaning, "there…we…go…take…it…all…"
The man roared, and Dumbledore could hear and smell him pissing himself, and he chuckled again, getting back up, "now, that wasn't that bad, right?"
He ignored the fact that the man was bleeding out of his anus, his whole body shaking with shock, despair, and humiliation.
"My…my daughter…", the prisoner made another desperate attempt before he threw up again, and Dumbledore hummed, straightening his robes, "Alexa- I remember her. She cried so sweetly before they finished her."
"Fin…finished her?"
"Killed her", Dumbledore corrected casually, "too many parasites are eating too much food- and she was quite a chubby one."
The man was howling now, banging his head into the urine, blood, and vomit soaked floor, and Dumbledore could feel himself harden again. He had always had a sadistic streak, but he had kept it hidden until the right moment had come. At first, the Ministry had applauded him for going after the Death Eaters and the Dark Order, and no one had cared what he had done to them once he had captured them. Fudge, cowardly as he was, had never dared to criticize him in public, but has made some whiny comments about that he did not agree with any torture, and that everyone deserved a trial, and blah, blah, blah.
After he had eliminated a good portion of the Death Eaters, he had started step two: Getting rid of the Slytherins at Hogwarts. By then, no one had protested much since the Dark Order had been weakened quite a lot beforehand. He had slowly replaced Minsters with Aurors who were loyal to him, and since many of them supporting him in going after the Dark Order it had not been hard.
The camps and getting rid of the Muggles was another story, which was why officially, he had not admitted to any of it. The Wardens at the camps had been carefully selected, and he made sure no specific information about the camps came out. There were rumors of course, plenty of them, but so far, no one had been able to connect anything to him.
Publishing the pictures of Lestrange had been a test- he wanted to see how much backlash he was going to get for showing Lestrange, naked, bleeding, with a Bludger between her legs, her face an expression of agony, and to his satisfaction, the protests had been minimal. Everyone knew what she had done to the Longbottom's, and even though some Aurors had criticized torturing her like that, most of the Ministers had stayed very quiet.
The students at Hogwarts mostly stayed quiet as well, even though he was well aware there was some kind of resistance forming, but he was still not sure who was part of it.
Dumbledore walked down the small hallway inside the camp, gleefully listening to the moans and whimpers around him. He currently had about a dozen people imprisoned here, and he was quickly running out of space.
He stopped at the cell at the end, the biggest one at the camp. It was furnished with nothing but a mattress and some shackles coming out of the wall to restrain someone to it. He could feel himself getting almost painfully hard when he read the sign at the cell.
Lord Voldemort, now known as Lord Bitch Boy.
Every time he passed by here, he imagined himself behind the boy, entering him, listening to his pained screams of terror, and seconds later, he felt his hot release wetting his pants. He knew Voldemort was using an illusion spell, and he had spent many nights before jacking off to his arrogant, handsome face in his mind, relishing in the fact that he would be the one to break him, to torture him, and to mark him inside and out soon.
It was going to be glorious.
"Harry? Are you coming?"
He turned to the side, "I…I think I am sick", he mumbled, "I am just…going to stay in bed I think."
Ron frowned, "what's wrong? Was detention that awful last night?", he sounded concerned and Harry hated himself for lying to his best friend, "yeah, I had to scrub some sulfur cauldrons, and that smell…I think I inhaled too much of it."
"You should go see Pomfrey", Ron suggested, coming closer to his bed, "Snape is a git for making you inhale toxic stuff like that."
"Hmmmm…", Harry replied, "it's okay. I just need a day in bed I think. I'll be fine tomorrow."
"Alright", Ron did not look convinced, but he did step back, "take it easy, mate."
"I will."
Harry exhaled in relief when Ron was finally gone, snuggling under the blanket. There was no way he would be able to face Snape today in class, not after what happened the night before. He had let Snape spank him like a naughty little boy, he had cried, he had hugged Snape, he had sit on his lap like he was his…
Harry bit his lips, closing his eyes. Like he did not have enough crap to worry about already…
He was unable to fall asleep again though, he tossed and turned around in his bed, feeling miserable, confused, and ashamed. It did not help that his butt was still kind of sore, too.
I wish I could just get out of here- I wish Sirius would come and get me…
He snorted to himself, knowing it was more realistic that Snape came to check on him than his own godfather. Sirius barely responded to his letters, and Harry still had no clue what he did all day at Grimmauld's Place.
He eventually got up hours later, his growling stomach forcing him to get something to eat. There was lunch at the Great Hall, and he knew they had a meeting with Godric later, a meeting he had to show up for. It had been bad enough to miss the one from last night. He had went to bed right after he had fled the dungeons, in no emotional capacity to check where his friends were.
Lunch was kind of lonely since most of his friends were still in class, and he decided to go to the Common Room to wait for them there. It would have been helpful to talk to someone about what Snape had done to him, but he had no idea how to even bring it up to anyone. Besides, it would be utterly humiliating to admit out loud that Snape had spanked him.
Ron, Hermione, Neville and the others finally showed up, and he was able to convince them that he was already feeling a lot better. Hermione had copied the homework for him and immediately started to explain what they had done in class that day, and Harry pretended to listen attentively when in fact, his thoughts kept wandering off.
"We should get going soon", Ron eventually remarked, "Remus said that Gryffindor does not have much time today."
Hermione felt annoyed at being interrupted, but did not comment on it. She knew, just like all of them, that at the moment, nothing was more important than meeting the Founder and discussing their next steps.
Remus was already waiting for them in his office, a tea prepared for all of them. Their group was still small- it was Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Luna, Ginny, Fred, and George. They sat down and helped themselves to a cup of tea and some cookies, none of them in the mood for much small talk.
"That tea sure smells delicious", Gryffindor chuckled when everyone instantly stood up respectfully, "none of that- I already told you that you don't have to treat me like I am royalty."
"Well, you are, Sir", Luna replied, as much in awe of the Founder as they all were, and Godric chuckled again, walking closer. It was one of the privileges of being a Founder that he was able to apparate within Hogwarts, Dumbledore's protection spells doing nothing to prevent him from entering the school that he had built whenever he pleased.
"Would you like some tea, Sir?", Remus asked, and Godric nodded, taking a seat next to Harry, "that would be very kind indeed, thank you. Any news?"
"There is another Muggle from Hufflepuff missing- Alexis Bucharan", Ginny informed him, "her mother is…"
"Ariadne Bucharan", Gryffindor finished her sentence, taking a sip of his tea, "she was the head of the department for Legal Affairs."
"She…was, Sir?"
"Dumbledore fired her two weeks ago", Godric told them, "she is a Muggle as well. Her husband, Ilyas Bucharan, is missing- and my sources have told me that he is at one of the camps."
"Do you…do you have a spy at the camps, Sir?", Hermione asked curiously, and Gryffindor nodded, "I do- only at one of them, though."
"How many camps are there now, Sir?", that was Fred.
"There are two- one in Scotland, and one in some suburb of London, hidden by some spells. I have heard he is planning to build a third one, but I do not know where and when."
"So…the rumors about the camps are true, Sir?", Neville slowly asked, a frown on his face.
"Not all of the rumors, no- and some of the things happening there are too gruesome to discuss. Let me just tell you that what he did to Lestrange is quite…common there."
Ginny put her biscuit back, suddenly feeling sick to her stomach, "how can we…what can we do, Sir?"
"That is exactly what I need to discuss with you today", Gryffindor replied, "I have information that Dumbledore is provoking Voldemort to attack him to capture him and the rest of the Death Eaters, and since Voldemort has not yet reacted to what happened to Lestrange, he is planning to use some Slytherins as a lure next. He is running out of patience with him."
"What does he want to do with the Slytherins, Sir?", Harry asked, even though he had an idea he did not even want to know the answer.
"The same he did to Lestrange", Gryffindor told them softly, "and apparently, he has already picked someone- a pure-blood from fourth grade."
"What is her name, Sir?"
Godric stayed silent for several seconds, his expression pained, and Hermione was the first to understand.
"It's…it's not a girl, right?", she whispered, her face pale, "it's…a boy."
No one was eating anymore, the cookies and biscuits staying untouched, "there are…a lot of pure-bloods in Slytherin", Harry eventually croaked, "I mean, there's Blaise Zabini, and Goyle, and Crabbe, and…and Malfoy."
Gryffindor hummed something, and Harry was glad he had not eaten much all day because he was certain he had thrown up otherwise, "it's Malfoy, right?"
"Yes, Harry", Gryffindor simply said, "it is. Draco's parents just left the Dark Order, Bellatrix Lestrange is Narcissa Malfoy's sister, in case you did not know that. I got information that they are terrified of what Dumbledore is going to do next."
"But…why is Malfoy still here then, Sir? Parkinson left, and a lot of other Slytherins did as well."
Godric sighed, "well, there you have a perfect example of Slytherin pridefulness- the Malfoy's left the Dark Order, but they are not willing to pull Draco out of Hogwarts as well. It would be a public defeat, and Lucius Malfoy is not a man to admit defeat."
"We need to warn Draco, we need to…"
"Salazar is already taking care of that", Godric assured them, "even though there is a possibility that Draco is going to ignore the warnings. This is serious, though."
"Can't we just kidnap him?", George suggested, "held him hostage somewhere?"
"In the chamber, maybe?", Fred added, "Dumbledore cannot get into the chamber, right?"
"He cannot- but the problem is, kidnapping Draco Malfoy is just going to make Dumbledore pick another victim. There are still more than two dozen students in Slytherin", Gryffindor remarked, "and I am honestly done trying to play fair here."
Ron leaned forward curiously, "are you…talking about an attack, Sir?"
"I am- tomorrow night", Godric confirmed, "our army is still small, but we do have some very strong wizards and witches among us, and they are prepared to do whatever it takes now to show Dumbledore that he has not won yet, that there is a resistance."
"What are you planning to attack, Sir?"
"Dumbledore's headquarters at the Ministry", Godric replied, "we have some Ministers on our side, and I am very pleased that your father", he nodded at Ron, Ginny, and the twins, "is one of them. Arthur has been an enormous help in planning this attack."
Hermione watched with amusement how Ron's chest swelled with pride, "our mother is supporting you as well, Sir", he told the Founder, "she has been trying to recruit more members in her circles."
"My father is also trying to help- he published an article in the Klitterer warning the Muggles who are still at Hogwarts", Luna now added, "he has to do his newspaper mostly in the underground now, but there are still lots of people reading it."
"That might be very helpful in the future, actually- having some kind of underground messaging system", Remus said, and Godric nodded, "please set up a meeting with your father for me, Luna- I'd like to discuss that further with him."
"My pleasure, Sir."
They talked a little more about the newspaper, and the attack, and then Gryffindor had to leave. There were lots of preparations still needed for the attack, and he wanted everything to be absolutely perfect.
Dumbledore was going to be in for a shock.
"We…are ready, Sir."
Godric turned around, and gave the Auror behind him a quick nod, signaling him he had understood, and then he and the men next to him slowly went closer.
It was late at night, and it had started to rain- it was not pouring, just drizzling, but still, it made it difficult to see something.
About fifty members from their army were taking part in the attack, Godric, Salazar, Arthur Weasley, Molly Weasley, Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks and Rubeus Hagrid were among them. Hagrid had joined them pretty much from the start, disgusted and shocked by Dumbledore's treatment of everything non-white, which included magical creatures like giants, vampires, gnomes, werewolves, and centaurs. He had been trying to spread the word in the Forbidden Forest, but since Firenze and his herd were against all violence, he had not been quite successful yet.
"Cover the back doors- and you two, stay behind, and I need you to go over there", Godric gave some last minute instructions, "we are going to start in two minutes."
They went even closer, the part of the Ministry that Dumbledore occupied was dark- and there was no sound to be heard, expect for the rain slowly drizzling down on them.
The plan was to surprise Dumbledore and his inner circle- Arthur Weasley had told them they were going to have a late meeting tonight, and with the whole inner circle present, they would be able to deal Dumbledore a pretty hard blow.
"Go in ten…nine…"
Remus was up front, closely examining the area. He would be one of the first ones to enter the quarters, knowing very well that his job at Hogwarts would be history then, but it was worth it. This was worth it.
"Six…five…"
He thought he saw something to his left side and immediately tensed. His human senses had gotten sharper since he transformed into a werewolf every full moon, and when he examined the building in front of him again, he was almost certain that he had seen a quick movement in the shades, just like someone was…
This is a trap.
"Two…o…"
"Stop! It's a trap, get back, get all back!", Remus hissed, and his warning came just in time- because seconds later, there was light, and there was Dumbledore, surrounded by about a hundred Aurors, none of them bothering with pleasantries- they immediately attacked.
Spells were flying through the air, and Remus could see Tonks getting hit by something that made her scream out in pain, and he grabbed her and dragged her back before he casted a spell on his own. They were not standing a chance against Dumbledore, not like this, but Gryffindor had organized portkeys for everyone in case they had to flee abruptly. Those came in handy now, especially since many of them had been injured quite badly.
Remus made sure that no one around him needed help, watching how Salazar fought against three Aurors at the same time and winning, and then he grabbed Tonks, who had passed out already, and activated the portkey. The portkey transported them right into one of the big living rooms of Gryffindor Manor. House elves were racing around, handing out drinks, healing potions, and snacks, and Remus helped Tonks to lay down on of the couches.
They had several healers in the army, and he was grateful when one of them immediately tended to Tonks. He stayed by her side a little longer, making sure she would be alright, and then he went over to the Founders. They looked like they were arguing about something, but when Remus walked over, they both instantly got silent.
"Sir, may I ask…"
"How Dumbledore found out?", Godric finished his sentence, "it looks like I am to blame for that", he sighed, suddenly looking tired, "I have been trying to negotiate a truce with Voldemort, and I told him we were going to attack the headquarters at some point."
Remus was in no position to reprimand the Founder for anything, so he just tilted his head, "but…why would Voldemort want to help Dumbledore? He is destroying his Order."
"It is not so much helping him but trying to attack me", Godric replied evenly, but there was an edge of something in his voice that Remus was not sure about. Was that…contempt?
"What are you going to do, Sir?", he asked respectfully, and Godric smiled, but there was no friendliness in his smile, "I am going to make sure this won't happen again."
It had been a long day.
Tom had just come back from visiting Beagle at the owlery, the eagle owl had been excited to see him, he always was- he was actually the only one who was excited to see him- and then he had yelled at some random elf to make him dinner, which he was eating now. There were about half a dozen trembling elves standing around, waiting for further instructions, but he ignored them, enjoying his medium rare ribeye steak.
He kept most of the money from robberies to finance his lavish lifestyle, and he even though he barely used the fancy amenities of the mansion he was living in, he was still incredibly proud and protective of it, using the mansion mostly as a symbol of his status. That his extravagant lifestyle only benefitted him and not his loyal servant Pettigrew, who even though the mansion had about twelve bedrooms had to sleep in the basement, or the house elves, who were forced to survive on leftovers and whatever they could find in the trash, did not bother him much.
What did bother him was to get his dinner interrupted- especially by Wormtail, who now hesitantly entered the dining room, already dreading his Lord's reaction, "My…mylord, you have…"
"Get the fuck out, I am eating", he had taken off his snake persona, annoyed by the crippled nose that hardly let him breathe. He didn't like the fact that Peter was aware now that he was really just an eighteen-year-old with curly hair and some tiny freckles on his nose, but it could not be helped.
"My…mylord, it's Gry…"
"Are you deaf, idiot? I said get the fuck out!", he was always more rude without his snake persona, and it still annoyed the hell out of him that Wormtail knew now it had been an illusion spell all along, "you need another round of Crucios to listen? I can make that happen! Cru…"
"Expelliarmus."
Tom paled when he had to watch his wand flying straight into Godric Gryffindor's open hand, "what the fuck are you doing here again? Give me back my wand!"
"I don't think so, Thomas", Gryffindor replied conversationally, walking closer, "and I think you know very well why I am here, don't you?"
"I have no fucking clue what you are talking about!", Tom lied, hating the feeling of cold dread forming in his stomach, "and I demand that you…"
"You demand, hmm?", Gryffindor sounded amused for some reason, "boy, you do not get to demand anything from me- especially not after the way you betrayed me tonight."
"I did no…"
"Do not lie to me, Thomas!"
Tom bit his lips, lowering his gaze. He had betrayed Gryffindor, he had made sure Dumbledore would get the notice that the Founders were going to attack his headquarters.
"Do you have any idea how close we were to get completely taken out by Dumbledore? He had about a hundred army members there", Gryffindor went on, his voice cold, "thankfully, Remus Lupin figured out it was a trap- otherwise, this would have ended quite badly tonight."
"Well, you obviously survived- so what do you want from me now? We never had a truce or any of that peace bullshit, and I am certainly not going to apologize", he replied, trying to act braver than he actually felt.
"You might want to think about that, Thomas."
"Why should I? You can't do shit to me, Gryffindor. This is my house, and I am not letting you talk to me like this in my own fucking dining room!"
"I see- maybe I should just take you to my house then for your punishment", Gryffindor responded calmly, "come over here, boy- or I'll make you."
"Pun…punishment?", he forced himself to laugh, but it sounded hollow even in his own ears, "you...want to Crucio me now, Gryffindor?"
"Crucio you? Certainly not, Thomas", Gryffindor was smiling now, "I have a way more appropriate punishment in mind for a bad boy like you."
Bad boy.
Tom swallowed hard, his throat suddenly very dry even though he had already drank half a bottle of whiskey, "what…are you talking about?", he eventually croaked, not able to hide the fear from his voice anymore.
Gryffindor just looked at him silently for several seconds, "I am going to spank you, Thomas."
I am going to spank you, Thomas.
that he will...the next chap will focus on Gryffindor and Tom, as the spanking will be...intense.
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