Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Finding Harry was beginning to seem bloody impossible.
Tom had been apparating for nigh on an hour and still hadn't gotten any closer to finding Harry. Pushing back the panic that was attempting to settle in his bones, he took a moment to think.
The link he shared with the horcrux in Harry was foggy and distorted. He had a hard time keeping a firm grip on it. But every now and again Harry seemed to have the strength to reach out to find him again as if things weren't so hazy to him as they were to Tom. Each time that happened, Tom managed to apparate a little closer but then Harry would have to gather the strength to find him and reach out to him once more.
The endless forests were starting to merge together into one large mass of trees and darkness in the wilderness. There wasn't any noise but that of the wildlife around him. Magical creatures had left their mark on this land long ago, and had abandoned it. It wasn't uncommon for magical creatures to abandon forests once humans made frequent visits.
He could feel that he was getting closer, their link strengthening all the while. The stress to their minds was lessening and communication was becoming easier although Harry was now so panicked and withdrawn into his own mind he was only getting flashes of emotion and the general direction of which he needed to travel.
He apparated once more.
The area he's in is musty and dark. So dark he stopped trying to see exactly what it was that Ginny was up to. He could practically smell the cold dampness of the room. Somewhere in the distance he heard Ginny get up and talk about how wet she was for him before opening a door and closing it again. A loud metal clink sounded before the footsteps faded away…
Tom jerked himself back into his own mind and practically saw red. That bint had him locked away in a dungeon cell. Harry might not have realized it yet, but if there was one thing that Tom knew it was what a dungeon cell would feel and sound like. And she had locked him in! Her idiocy would cost her dearly.
It only took a few more apparations to realize he had gone just a few miles too far and needed to backtrack.
"What do you mean that Harry and Ginny weren't there?!" Molly screeched at Fred and George.
They had just appeared back in their back room at their shop to deliver the bad news when their mother practically pounced on them both.
"Mum, we're-"
"-flummoxed as well! We really thought-"
"-that she would have taken him there."
"Y'know, because-"
"-where else would she take him?" They chimed together for added emphasis.
"Well you two better put your heads together to figure it out!" Before she could continue, Snape apparated in while clutching his left arm.
"T-the dark lord knows that Harry is missing. We must find him. Have any of you received any clues?" Upon seeing them all shake their heads he nodded. "I will go to the Dark Lord and see if I can't detain them or distract them. Maybe I'll receive more insight as to where she could have gone with him. I must leave but do not stop looking for Harry." Severus disappeared just as quickly as he had come.
Tom had retraced his steps over and over again and yet he still could not find the wench that had stolen Harry from him. Unwilling to go down the road to insanity once more, he activated the dark mark on Severus for him to help him remain logical.
He rounded on Severus once he appeared.
"And exactly just where have you been all this time?" His eyes widened when he saw how pale Severus was and how he clutched his arm.
"My Lord, I only needed a moment to inform the others where I was going to retain my position. You called me only two minutes ago." His voice was strained as he practically collapsed onto his knees rather than kneel gracefully.
Tom immediately stopped the pain in Severus's mark and wrung his hands.
"He's here somewhere Severus. His mind is in this area but I cannot for the life of me figure out exactly where or how. I need your help. I am...not well, Severus." He watched as the man stood and took in his surroundings. It took several tense minutes as he waved his wand through the air and tested for wards, charms and all sorts of magical traces but found none.
"Where do you feel he is the closest?" Tom indicated to the spot he had been pacing in and Severus waved his wand to scatter the leaves on the forest floor. A small metal door was revealed to them not too far away and Severus opened it.
"Down we go, My Lord?" Tom nodded and followed him down the ladder.
The ladder went on for what seemed like forever. It eventually gave way to a short hallway with one door on the left and a cell door on the right. Tom practically rushed the cell before Severus stopped him. Just about to turn and verbally lash him into next week, Tom stopped himself as Severus held a finger to his lips and opened his mind some.
My Lord, we must be careful. If she is with him, we cannot risk alerting her. Who knows what she will do if she feels threatened? We must remain hidden for Harry's sake. Nodding, they cast disillusionment charms over themselves and crept to the cell door. Their hearts broke at what they saw.
Ginny was not there, and had apparently charmed the room to have a soft glow about it. Tear tracks were streaked down Harry's face even as his head lolled to the side as if he couldn't readjust it himself. His arms were hanging by his sides and his legs stretched out in front of him. It didn't take any time at all for Tom to notice that he was naked and that fresh tears flowed over his cheeks at a steady pace even as he slept.
"Harry!" He pushed past Severus and entered the cell to rush to the bedside. "Harry, it's me. It's alright, you're safe now." Realizing that Harry wouldn't be able to respond even if he wanted to, he entered Harry's mind.
Harry? Harry! Everything was clouded and fuzzy. It was almost hard for him to hear himself.
Tom?
Harry, are you okay? I'm here now. I've got you.
Tom, Ginny she...she's here in...the other… Harry's consciousness faded to black and Tom came back to himself. He glared at the door across the hallway and Severus turned to throw the door open.
The red-haired Weasley was stirring a potion in the corner and hadn't heard the door open. Tom stood before draping his robe over Harry and marched to her before grabbing a fistfull of her hair.
Ginny screamed at the sudden intrusion. Finding that he wasn't much in the mood for her screams, he silenced her with a wave of his wand and tossed her to the flagstone floor.
"Do you have any idea exactly what you're in for?" The whelp tried to push herself up and froze upon seeing Tom standing above her. "That's right, you'll figure out who I am soon enough. Do you have any idea why you are currently the object of my displeasure at this moment? No? Well, let me enlighten you." He grabbed her by her hair once more and pulled her up to his face.
"You have stolen someone that belongs to me. You have drugged him and likely raped him. Now if it is the last thing I do, I am going to ensure that you are well aware as to why what you did is wrong. And then I might let you live. But if you do live, know this. You'll live such a decrepit lifestyle that you'll wish you had died."
"My Lord, this is a muggle drug. Commonly used for rapes, it rendered your limbs out of your control although your mind remains untouched. Essentially, it temporarily immobilizes you though your body can be affected by outward sources. She didn't want him to fight back. I'd say there's enough here for several weeks of doses. Shall we give her some? A taste of her own medicine, perhaps?" Seeing the panic in her eyes, Tom nodded.
"Only half a dose if you please." Severus gave him a curious look before forcing the dosage down her throat. "Now you will remain right here until I say so." Tom threw her onto the bed on the other wall and had ropes tangling themselves around her limbs as she attempted to get up and fight them off.
"Your arm, if you please." Severus held out his left arm and presented his mark to Tom. Placing a finger to it, Tom reached out to Fenrir and called him. It wasn't a moment later before the werewolf appeared behind him.
"You called for me, My Lord?"
Tom silenced him and pulled out a vial of polyjuice potion before gently taking one of Harry's hairs from his scalp and mixing it into the vial.
"Fenrir, take this." It was done without question and quickly the werewolf in front of him became Harry Potter. "I want you to go in that room and kindly introduce the idiot on the bed to the more intense side of your...bedroom activities, if you would. Make it hurt. I want her to never think about Harry Potter again. If you please me with your work I just may let you keep the memories."
Fenrir nodded and turned to the girl on the bed.
The young girl was likely a Weasley, judging by the hair. She wasn't altogether bad looking, but not his ideal type. He really liked blondes, but that was besides the matter. It was his job to torture the whelp with sex.
He hadn't been allowed to do this in a very long time.
A part of him wondered if he would remember how to, but quickly shook that thought out of his head. Inspiration would come to him, it always did.
The girl had clearly been drugged. She could hardly control her limbs and seemed to have difficulty even so much as moving at all. He smiled and stalked around so she could see him better. Her eyes lit up, seeing only Harry before her. Oh yes, he decided. This is going to be fun. What's the slut's name again? Ginerva, I think.
"Gin? You're a slut right? For me? I'm sure you must know how much I like it when I have a nice, willing slut waiting to please my every whim. Would you even be able to keep up with me Gin? I'm sure you've noticed, I've got quite a large cock that would just love for you to beg me for it. To beg me for any way I want to give it to you." He drew the nails on his left hand down her chest and caught them on her nipple through her shirt. "Would you like that? To be my slut? To wear only what I tell you and to let me fuck you when and where I say? To let me have complete control over you? You have to tell me that's what you want Gin."
"Y-yes, I want it." She had a hard time articulating her words, but they were clear enough that she would never be able to take him to court over what would happen next.
"Good girl." He stroked her cheek and kissed her. She attempted to take over the kiss, but the drug and his determination to dominate her trumped the feeble attempt in no time.
He swept his hand up her short skirt and found that she wasn't wearing any underwear.
"You didn't wear any panties? Naughty, naughty. If you aren't careful then just about anyone could do just about anything to you." To emphasize his point, he thrust two fingers into her wetness and felt around a bit while she tried to squirm around the ropes that held her open. "My my, and so wet for me. But that's only the first part of being a slut. You have to be willing and open everywhere for me. Do you think you are? Let's find out." Removing his fingers from her was easy, but inserting one into her arsehole was fairly difficult.
"Now now, you've been so good for me so far. You can't tell me you've never thought about having me fuck your arse while you straddle a fat dildo. Open up for me, slut. That's better. Can you picture it? My cock stuffed up here while you scream in pleasure?" A small whimper escaped her throat. "I think you can." With that, he conjured a butt plug and a bottle of lube.
"Do you know what these are? No? This," he held up the silicone plug, "will go in your arse and do exactly what I wish it to do. It won't come out without my permission. And this lube? Special creation, this. Looks and feels just like semen while creating quite the tingly sensation. Some people say they hate it. But I think they're just not slutty enough for it." He waved his wand once more and the ropes redid themselves around her body to create a more intricate and knotty situation. A knot pressed up against each of her nipples, her clit and her sphincter. They had pulled her hands out to the headboard and held them there while more still flipped her over and yanked her legs and knees apart while a few more held her up off the mattress. Perfect for mounting. Even better that her nipples barely grazed the bed anytime she moved, which would only heighten her sensitivity.
He pointed his wand at her and cast a complicated spell.
"As long as you're within these ropes, my slut, your orgasm is mine. You will not be able to come without my permission. You'll want to, that's for sure. But you will not be able to until I say so." He moved the rope from her hole before taking the lube and inserting the tip into her just the slightest amount. She squirmed ever so slightly before he squirted copious amounts straight into her system. With a precision that only comes with practice, he switched the bottle for the plug and willed it to take the shape of his cock before replacing the rope over it.
The groans from below him were intoxicating to hear, although he could see Severus disappear with Harry before Tom left as well. He could practically feel the permission to kill her or imprison her when he was done if he so wished.
It just might be fun for him to keep her. After all, he hadn't had a slut to keep around in a long time. Maybe he could break her in so much that she craved his cock regardless of who he was or in what form. That was worth revisiting later. For now, he had to break the bitch in.
Wasting no time, he thrust into her and groaned at the extra tight sensation. It had been even longer that he had felt the slide of another cock against his through the wall separating a cunt and its darker companion.
"From now on Gin, your life is to serve me and my cock. Nothing and no one else. Got it?" She nodded ever so slightly and he pounded into her. The rhythm was steady but fierce. Conjuring a much longer, but slightly thinner dildo, he yanked her head back.
"You wish to serve me, yes? To be my slut? Then open up. It's time you learned how to do something useful." She let her jaw hang down and he shoved the cock into her mouth and throat. The ropes tied it in place and held it there. "Breathe through your nose, slut. You'll figure it out. Or die trying."
He ran his nails over her skin, almost drawing blood. She didn't really react to that compared to when he smacked her ass on an inward thrust. "Yeah? Being spanked gets you off, huh? Got some sort of fantasy of being punished by daddy? Or maybe a professor? Fuck, you're so tight. Maybe you should be a better princess for me. You know daddy only likes the sluttiest princesses. The ones that let him have his way with them no matter what."
He pulled out and conjured another phallic looking device. This one was significantly bigger than he was and had many more twists and curves and bumps.
"Any idea what this is, dearest slut?" He held it out for her to look at. "Let me just show you, then. Shall I?" Sitting at the head of the bed, he spelled the ropes to move her so she was straddling his thighs. Ever so slowly, he eased himself into the dildo and pulled her close to him.
"You're going to ride this dildo on my cock until you see stars. Got that?" She didn't have much of a choice as he manipulated the ropes to pull her up over the dildo and then dropped her onto it.
Just as the drug she had been given was starting to wear off, so was his polyjuice potion. He had gotten her to finally take all of his cock with the dildo around it and was in the process of enlarging the plug in her ass anytime she cried out.
He pulled her off him and the ropes tied her back down onto the bed. Her limbs were spread out for his pleasure and he licked his lips.
"Now my dearest slut, would you like to know why you shouldn't have kidnapped me?" She opened her eyes just as he transformed his face and nether regions to his more wolfish features.
Growing tired of the screams, he leant down and clamped his jaw around her neck. The struggling immediately stopped and he thrust his cock into her once more.
She smelt of terror and mild excitement. Fresh arousal was quickly overcoming those though, renewing the fire in her belly with every thrust. It was true, he was much larger than the average male when in this form, but the added kinkiness of it-the extra form of naughtiness-fueled her arousal as well. Just before he came, he allowed her body to orgasm and she fluttered tightly around him as his knot swelled to full potential. He came fiercely and dumped his biggest load yet into her fertile belly. Smiling wickedly, he conjured a second plug like the first and changed it to feel like his current cock before switching the real thing with the fake one.
"Now you'll be stuffed full of me for as long as I desire slut." She opened her eyes and screamed upon seeing the face of Fenrir Greyback staring down at her.