Wiping Memories
Warnings:Younger/Older, Slash, Voldemort wins 2nd War, slightly non-con
Characters:Lucius Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, Fenrir Greyback, Harry Potter, Various Death-Eaters.
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"Parvus –Somnis ," muttered Lucius, putting the green eyed boy back to sleep, the explanation would take much to long and he was in a hurry to be gone from this damp, disgusting place.
"Jinx." Said Lucius sharply, "Tell your master that we will be departing now." He levitated the unconscious boy.
"Won't you be requiring his clothes and things, my lord?" said the tiny creature uncomfortably.
"He won't need them, not while he resides with me." Said Lucius with a small, secret smile.
The elf nodded reluctantly, "There is a Potkey waiting for you my lord, it will take you directly to the Manor study."
Lucius curtly inclined his head and walked on, Harry floating in mid-air behind him. Draco would be pleased, he thought with a small smile. The Malfoy men had an appetite for… let's say the more carnal pleasures in life, father and son shared a fondness for domination and had a high sex-drive and they had made use of mudblood women. But now mudblood women and men were slowly being eliminated so when the Dark Lord offered the famous 'Boy Who Lived' they couldn't refuse.
Lucius had always wanted to dominate the arrogant little blighter. Draco would be pleased; if Lucius was honest sometimes he was scared of his son. Draco was cruel, handsome and cold, fearsome.
Lucius touched the cracked little glass pot and felt the familiar tug behind his navel that indicated that they were leaving their current location.
Lucius contorted his lips into a small smirk as he disappeared.
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Harry Potter woke up slowly, his eyes tried to adjust to the darkness but it seemed that there was something blocking his view… a blind fold.
Slowly his other senses came to match; he felt cold… his was bare, cold wind whipped about. He lay on a soft surface, a bed with silk sheets but he couldn't move. His arms were bound in rough, chafing material. Ropes that had him spread eagled, his arms bound to the posts of the bed and his legs separated by a bar.
He tried to wriggle about, disconcerted by this unexpected exposure but as he moved sharp pain and a feeling of unease climbed up his spine, making gooseflesh rise in its wake.
Draco stood at the door of the chamber where Potter had been kept and smirked, his handsome, rugged face twisted into a faint, sardonic smile. He watched as the smaller man struggled against the binds that held him and tried to understand what was happening to him.
He made such a pretty picture.
With his flushed cheeks and his curly dark hair, his bare, pale skin and small cock. The ropes that bound him could only be undone by Draco or his father, so it was futile that the dark haired boy should struggle. Draco admired his thin body; he would make such a perfect submissive he thought almost purring in pleasure.
The head of his little dick was pink and cute, Draco walked up to the boy and cast a silent charm… making him immobile.
"There is no use struggling." He drawled, "You belong to us now."
Harry opened his mouth to protest but he couldn't speak, he felt a large, calloused hand slide over his bare torso and down to his private parts.
Draco caressed his chest, his touch feather light as he made his way down to the thinner boy's arse. He parted the globes of creamy skin and looked down, just as he had expected he thought with a small smile. His ass hole was perfect, small and pink and tight. Draco would enjoy breaking him in. He ran one slim, white finger down Harry's crack, ignoring the other wizard's bodily protests.
Harry tried to shy away from the invasion but he couldn't move. The other man's hand were gently probing his arse, going round and round the little ring of muscles and occasionally rubbing the puckered eye.
"So tight…" whispered Draco, "I cannot wait…"
To Harry's shame and horror, he felt the other man's hand slide over his cock and begin to stroke it. "You will call me Master or Sir." He said in the same silky voice, "Or you will face punishment."
The big hand encircled the organ and began to pump it slowly, his other hand slowly massaging Harry's arse.
Draco removed the enchantment from his little toy's lips and whispered, "Answer me."
Harry was inexperienced, the feelings of Draco's fingers on his little shaft caused little bolts of pleasure to shoot up his spine, "Yes… I understand." He said softly.
"Good little pet…" purred the blond, kissing down the thin boy's stomach and finally to the pink head of his little cock, "I think we're going to get along famously."
Harry moaned a little, little did he know that the gentle treatment he was receiving right now was all a facade.
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