First off - This story IS NOT abandoned! . I'm so ashamed it's been a month - today exactly - since this has been updated. It was - still is - my pride & joy, atm. Even with me writing on HoL for Kayelle Johnlock, I've been working on this chapter FOREVER! I just ended up losing the drive to write for this (& writing in general, for a while.) Then school became crazy (still is, trying to get my projects done sooner, so I'll have more time to write.) The worst part was having a WHOLE BUNCH of stuff typed up for this story & HoL...then I forgot to save inbetween & it was all lost! I was so sad! But now that my rant is over (hopefully .) I now give you the next (highly awaited chapter, I hope?) of Raven Not Free. Enjoy my lovelies!
Warnings: DUB-CON! NOT Non-Con! It is a definite grey area. It is Dub-Con but with the violence of the sexual actions of this chapter, and written description - it may not seem like it. I PROMISE this is NOT RAPE! Just wanna make that clear. I've never had a bad comment/complaint left about my stories (or warnings) so far, and I don't plan on it. Also some more plot, some foreshadowing, yadda yadda yadda.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or it's characters. Nor do I make profit from writing this. All rights go to respected creators.
Charlie struggled underneath Bill, bucking his hips in attempts to get his brother off of him.
"Bill this isn't like you! Snap out of it!" The growl he received in return shocked him less than when he's brother's mouth came crashing down on his own. He continued to thrash about but even with his strength, he couldn't get free. He gasped when his shirt was ripped off; his pants being roughly tugged off as Bill bit at his neck.
"B-Bill, you have to stop this! You don't wanna do this!" His brother didn't seem to be acknowledging him anymore or even being very conscious of his own actions. It seemed the more he fought; the worse off he would be by the sharp nails digging in deeper each time he tried moving. Knowing it could be dangerous to both of them if he kept fighting him; he finally got his arms free; reaching around to tangle his hands in Bill's long hair. The other man froze for just a moment, looking Charlie in the eyes. The realization his meal was no longer going to fight him set in and a happy growl left his throat as he started to lick and bite harshly down the heavier man's body. Charlie bit back a moan, not wanting to give the animal inside his brother the pleasure of knowing he was enjoying it. He didn't want to hurt his brother, nor did he want to get hurt from struggling. Even more so, Bill would be devastated as it is to know he 'took Charlie against his will', so his options were limited. A loud gasp ripped from his throat when his brother's abnormally long canine's bit into his hip bone; making his eyes snap down to meet golden-brown ones. His head hit the floor hard, his back arching up as Bill swallowed him down to the root; swirling his tongue and dragging his teeth along his shaft. It was an unexpected overload how quickly his brother worked him to the edge; his climax erupting from him before he could warn the other man. The purr of pleasure he heard was a surprise as he was licked clean, his body shaking as Bill rolled him over on all fours.
"Bill…" The growl stopped him from speaking and he dug his fingers into the carpet as a wet tongue suddenly licked between his cheeks.
"Ah! Fuck!" The nails digging into his hips brought blood to the surface, his face hot as his brother tongued his entrance; his sharp teeth dragging over the taunt flesh of his ass.
"Bill – hah! You have to-have to stop – ah!" Charlie gasped, unable to stop himself from grinding back into his brother's mouth as he ate him. Whimpering when the tongue slipped out of him, he was even more unprepared for his brother to thrust into him without any other preparation.
"F-fuck Bill!" Hot fire shot up his spine, the burn running through his veins quickly. He knew he had to be bleeding because his brother started to move a lot easier inside of him. Not waiting for him to catch up, Charlie just clung to the carpet; keeping his back arched as Bill started to thrust faster. Harsh breathing and moans filled the air; growls from the older man sending shivers down Charlie's spine. The moment his prostate had been hit, he'd slammed back into Bill; sending the other man in frenzy. The thrusts came faster and harder; the nails having almost hit bone in how far they'd dug into his skin. Charlie was lost in a blur of pleasure and pain, trying his hardest not to enjoy it. Feeling his brother sniff at his neck made him bare it to him, his hips circling back in need of how close he was. A few sharp jabs to his prostate and he was cumming; his brother's teeth clamping down on his flesh as he filled him to the brim. The hot semen burned at his abused hole, his body slumping down to the floor. The pain warped his mind, making him dizzy as his older brother curled up behind him. More worried about if Bill was going to be ok when he snapped out of it, he sighed as the man wrapped around him protectively; still buried deep inside of him. Not able to keep his eyes open any longer, darkness took over.
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Colin was a sobbing mess, clinging to George as he tried to relay to them what happened. Charlie had been gone, and Bill had showed up. The man wasn't acting normal and before he could react; the tall red-head had him on the floor, ripping his clothes off.
"I'm worried about Charlie! Bill lunged for him when I ran, what if he's hurt?!" Colin wailed, burying his face in George's chest. He looked over at his twin in worry, rubbing the boy's back.
"Charlie's a big-boy, Colin. He can handle Bill just fine. I'll give it a while longer, then I'll pop over to make sure everything's alright. Calm down now. "Fred cooed to him, petting the boy's head as his twin held him. The look George shot him made him worry just as much as Colin. Hopefully when he went to the flat everyone would still be alive.
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Draco nodded at Voldemort, taking the box from him.
"So I'm just supposed to sit this somewhere in Malfoy Manor and it'll do the rest on its own? Are you sure we can trust it?" Draco asked unsure, looking all around the box as if something would jump out any second.
"Yes Draco that is what I was told. Do not open it, just close your eyes and let whatever's inside out. Then leave as if you were never there. I do not want this to fail; from what I'm told, your father keeps disappearing without a trace. "Draco frowned, unsure how his father was capable of doing so. Nodding at his order, he headed for the floo.
"Check on him for me, would you? He hasn't spoken much since you brought him back to my rooms." Voldemort nodded, seeing the visible worry on the youngest Malfoy's features.
"Of course Draco." – "Nagini, come with me." Voldemort quickly hissed to the snake as he made his way towards the doors.
"Of course Master."
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The walls were dark, no noise penetrating his ears to give significance to where he was. All he remembered was blacking out. Suddenly, the memories rushed back. The betrayal of Hermione, the assistance from Ginny; Dumbledore…
'Why not just kill me now? I'll be dead soon anyway.' There was no way he could keep hiding. He didn't even know how many people he thought he trusted were assisting in his demise.
"H-hello?" He called out when he heard scuffling, flinching when lights suddenly illuminated the room. The walls were made of stone, somewhat resembling the layout of Hogwarts; yet nothing else on the walls. He was curled up in the floor in the corner when suddenly a House Elf appeared before him.
"I is sorry about the rough travels Master Potter, I was trying to be gentles with you." The creature blinked at him with huge blue eyes, taking him from his thoughts.
"Err, that's ok…?"
"Oh! My name is Zippy, Master Potter."
"Oh, well Zippy, don't call me that. Just call me Harry." The creature's eyes filled with tears as it nodded excitedly.
"Yes sir Harry. You is deep inside Hogwarts, no one knows where you is but Hogwarts and House Elves." Harry blinked in confusion, looking around the room. There were no doors, no windows; just a light from the ceiling that lit the whole room.
"Why…why did you bring me here? What am I here for?" His paranoia from having to look over his shoulder for the past few months was setting in.
"No need to worries Harry, us House Elves keep you safe; Mistresses' orders."
"Mistress?"
"Yes Harry, sir. Mistress Hogwarts told us to bring you here. We protect you from bad people, only good people can get here." Harry looked around the room again, wondering how anyone could get in; or him out.
"I don't understand Zippy." The House Elf started to look conflicted, then looked up to the ceiling.
"Mistress Hogwarts says Headmaster is bad; not good like all the other ones. Other students try to harm you, Zippy help. Only true friends of Harry Potter come in here, no one else." Harry nodded, sighing as he rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"Is there any way I can find out where the people are that want to hurt me Zippy?"
"Of course Harry, sir; just watch the wall!"
"What the wall…," Harry mumbled confused before leaning back in shock as a mirror type material appeared on the wall.
"Say who's you want to see." Harry looked over to the House Elf before clearing his throat.
"Hermione Granger." Suddenly, Hermione appeared; conversing with Ginny. They both appeared frazzled.
"There is no way we can do this Hermione! Someone's gonna find out!" Ginny hissed; looking around to make sure no one was listening.
"Dumbledore isn't going to listen; we have to get the potion to Harry before we turn the fake papers into Snape! We have to get him to Voldemort!" Hermione hissed, running her fingers through her hair.
"I'll go find Ron, see if he's seen Harry."
"Have you told Ronald about what we're doing?" Hermione asked, following Ginny as she headed for the stairs.
"No, he wouldn't listen. He seems to think I'm in love with Harry or something, so he tells me whatever I wanna know. He's suck an idiot." Hermione laughed, walking with Ginny back towards the tower as the image faded."
"Show me Ronald Weasley." The image shifted again to show Ron sitting on his bed, attempting to read through an assignment. Suddenly the door opened, Ginny walking inside. Neville looked up from his plant book just to see who it was, then looked away.
"Ron, where's Harry?" Ron looked up, annoyed at being interrupted.
"I don't know Gin', why're you always asking me anyway? I'm not Harry's keeper." Harry smiled a bit, feeling some relief at knowing that Ron was possibly not a traitor.
"'Cause the Headmaster wants to see him and Hermione needed to get to the library."
"Well when Harry left this morning, he said he was going to go out to the Quidditch field."
"Thanks bro!" Ginny yelled, slamming the door behind her. Neville finally looked up from his book again, staring at Ron in confusion.
"Harry didn't say that."
"I know he didn't, but haven't you noticed Gin' and 'Mione acting strange recently? Always asking after Harry too." Neville nodded in agreement, moving over to sit on Ron's bed.
"I noticed that too, but Harry hasn't said anything. You think something's going on?"
"I don't know Nev', but I'm sure Harry would tell us if he needed help." The image faded as Ron grabbed Neville's hand and started to stroke it. Harry had tears running down his face, a smile appearing from knowing two if his close friends were obviously happily together.
"Is Harry Potter ok?" He looked up and saw Zippy, taking his glasses off and wiping his eyes.
"Yes Zippy, I'm fine; only happy."
"That's good Harry, sir."
The door opened, drawing Harry from his thoughts. He looked towards the door, still facing the window.
"Hello Harry, how are you feeling?" Harry nodded, allowing Tom to come into the room to visit with him.
"I'm alright, just thinking." He had felt bad for ignoring Draco but his mind was just so clouded now-a-days from the past.
"I see. You have Draco worried, you know. He asked me to come speak with you." Harry looked back to him in surprise.
"R-really?" Voldemort hid a smile as he moved to sit in a chair next to Harry; Nagini wrapping around his body.
"Yes, he had to do a favor for me and asked that I come see you." Harry flushed in shame, feeling even worse for ignoring the man.
"He tries, you know? I spoke with Narcissa about it, and Draco is a hard person to reach within himself." Harry bit his lip, glancing back out the window. He stroked along Nagini's scales when she slid over into his lap.
"I know he is. He's always been so impenetrable; it's made the transition into my place even harder. Regardless, he is a good…person." He paused before continuing, looking out the window still.
"I don't know why know I'm thinking of the past. It's gone it can't come back; I can't change it. So why do the thoughts haunt me, Tom?" The older man was shocked at the broach of subject. It wasn't something either of them really tampered with; better to leaving the past, the past.
"I do not know, Harry. You are the only one who knows that, maybe there's a reason for it all. I'm sure you'll figure it out soon. There are many people here for you, whenever you need it." Harry nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat before rising from his seat. Voldemort followed all of his moments, Nagini slithering to the floor to follow their snakeling around the room.
"Tom, I need to ask you a favor." The other man only raised his brow in curiosity, turning his body to face Harry completely.
"Yes?"
"I want to go back to Hogwarts."
No killing me! Killing me means no more chapters! .o So yeah :)) Total cliff-hanger & I just had to do the implying of Ron & Neville - too cute. Share your thoughts :)) -R.F.