Harry laid in his bed in what at one time the room that Ron and he had shared when the order had still been using Gwimwauld Place as their meeting place. His mind trying to calm down the thought of what had happened so long ago everything from his days growing up with the Dursleys and the war. Eventually Harry fell into a deep sleep

Harry lay chained naked and bleeding to the wall presumably of some dungeon in Malfoy Manor. Just like a Malfoy to have a grimy dungeon such as this. From what he could see which really wasn't much, seeing as he didn't have his glasses, there was mold on the wall and spider webs around the ceiling and walls the place smelled of a mix of wet dog and like something had died here. Harry shuddered at the thought that probably something or someone had died here.

he sat shivering from the wet and cold wishing he had been allowed some cloths but death eater were a sadistic lot and liked to cause pain in any and every way possible so he was nude wet and hungry.

He heard the clang of a door opening down the hall and heard the voices of two of his captors come closer. They opened the door to his own personal cell and laughed cruelly when they saw him, their eyes glinting with sadistic glee and malice and Harry knew he was in big trouble. One of the death eaters grinned at Harry showing the few teeth the man had left the man looked as if he hadn't bathed in years and smelled like piss blood and god knows what. "Ello pet" the man said his rancid breath wafting towards Harry. Harry tried to turn his head away but the man grabbed him chin and said "Well pet, the Dark Lord was pleased with our work on a resent mission" he said grinning "Right pleased he was" said the other "Yes, and he has decided we deserve a little reward, wasn't that nice of him pet?" he asked but Harry remained silent. "You want to know what our reward is pet?" he asked his eyes gleaming with yet more impish delight as they swept down Harry's naked form. He touched his fingers to Harry's chest and stroked his skin while leaning closer and breathing in Harry's ear "It's you pet, your our reward" he laughed evilly then when he felt Harry shudder under his fingers. He truthfully wanted to sick up when the meaning of the putrid mans words hit home.

They undid their clothing and he could do nothing to escape he knew what was about to happen and he couldn't do anything about it but wait. After they were fully undressed they walked to him eyeing him as if he were a piece of meat, which to them was exactly what he was. They pulled him to the ground lying on his back with his arms pulled behind him still chained to the wall. They touched him and violated him and tortured him and finally they took him, first the man with the rancid breath tore into his body. He hadn't been prepared at all and the guy had only used spit on his own hardened cock at it tore through Harry and felt like his body was being torn in two the pain was a burning alive thing that started in is anus the traveled up his spine and through his nerve endings each trust brought another wave of agony and the feeling of filthiness and when the man finished Harry could feel his release in his body and nearly sicked up. And then it happened all over again with the other man this felt like it went on for hours Harry lost track of time and all he could feel was the pain both physical and mental he wanted to cry out he wanted to beg he could feel tears threatening but knew that their would be no mercy, knew that if he called out no-one would come to his rescue and with sheer will he stopped himself from crying out or shedding tears he didn't want to give them the pleasure of seeing him weaker that he already was. He tried to think about what he had come here to do but everything was blurred by the pain so he just let go he didn't feel what was happening to him and when the men both finished with him he was easily rolled to the corner and left and only when they were gone and he was alone did he give into his tears. But his will was strong and his determination to destroy the evil snake faced bastard that had taken everything from him that had caused so much pain and loss in his life including his own deflowering, that determination came out stronger also and gave Harry the will to go on. But even though his will was strong he still couldn't erase the feelings of what had just happened to him so he lay bleeding on the dungeon floor sobbing with disgust, fear and hatred at what had happened to him and those who had done it but mostly at Voldemort.

Harry woke up breathing hard and shaking from head to toe. The pain and fear and disgust he felt that night was so close to the surface that he felt as if it had just happened. He knew he was safe in his bed but when he first woke up he thought he's find him self in that damned cell again awaiting some other form of torture to yet again grace his life.

He curled on his side feeling sick and dirty and terrified he got up quickly and ran to the bathroom and threw up his dinner after spewing and heaving for about twenty minutes he crawled out of his cloths and turned on hot water he scrubbed himself clean trying to get rid of the dirty feeling that the dream had produced. He crawled out dried off and pulled himself to a chair in his bedroom. He called for Krecher to bring him some tea to calm his nerves.

He thought that reliving one of the many rapes that he had endured was most assuredly not the best way to spend an evening. other images of the rapes tortures and degradation that Harry had lived through at the hands of the death eaters ran through his mind, but he reminded himself that it was all over, that because of Snapes' poison and their well planned attack the Dark lord was dead and the death eater vermin were all either dead themselves or locked in Azkaban for the rest of their lives.

The part that disturbed Harry the most was Malfoy senior near the end of the Battle he had helped Harry destroy the Dark Lord but Harry had a bad feeling in his bones that Malfoy hadn't done it because he was actually a Good man but out of some thought that it would either gain him more Power or at least get him off in the end and it had done just that. Harry remembered how Malfoy had come to him released him of his bonds and then helped put Harry in position so he could finish off the evil maniac. But Harry knew Lucius Malfoy was anything but a good man, but because of his "heroic acts" all charges against him were dropped and he got the title of spy hero same as Snape. Well at least he wasn't seeming to cause problems Harry thought before downing a double dose of dreamless sleep and falling into bed and into a deep sleep.

tbc.. please read and review (the next installment should be posted during the weekend some time)