Okay, this chapter's warning:

1) Grammar errors/wordy

2) Rape, pedophile, cuss, etc...

3) Possible addiction

If you are reading the second chapter, I am shocked...

YOU

are actually reading this story?!

Well!

Don't let me stop you!

Sleep was impossible for Harry. He tried everything, but forgetting the rape was something impossible to deal with. The headmaster is still there…still in control….his 'master'…it's too much. All he tried to do was focus his mind on Fawkes and how relaxing it was, but there wasn't anything else to put him at ease. It was confusing why Dumbledore compared him to his father, but it made Harry realized. His father was raped by Dumbledore, but did his dad do to escape or survive? Or could have his mom threatened Dumbledore and he couldn't stop her because of her powerful love?

Or did he really let his father go? For what reasons? Harry couldn't think of this all to himself, but he had to do whatever it takes to be free again from Dumbledore. Maybe next year…NO! He wanted out as in one day, but that won't be happening anytime soon.

There was too much on his mind about what the man has done to him. He stole his virginity and innocent. Nothing was the same anymore to him. He would jolt if anyone moved in the room with the thoughts of his 'master' retrieving him to relive the nightmares.

His eyes squeezed shut, pretending it was only a nightmare he dreamt and that once he wakes up, that Dumbledore did not do such thing. Yet, nothing comforts him. His body curled into a fetus position, holding himself together, and held in those tears. He struggled to keep quiet, hoping others would not noticed, and suddenly…someone moved. Harry hugged his knees, pretending it was unreal, and frozen in his spot.

A hand touched on his shoulder and Harry jumped at sudden action. His breathing became difficult and fear riled up even more.

"Mate? You alright?" His best friend spoke.

The chosen one calmed down and reminded himself that Ron was only looking after him, despite of the nightmares he receive from Voldemort. Harry sat up, remember he was safe…if he could lie to himself.

"Yeah, I am fine, Ron. It's just an old nightmare of my parents." He lied to his own best friend.

Ron sat down next to him, "Do you want to talk about it, Harry?"

Harry felt the weight added on to his bed and triggered the memory where Dumbledore joined inside of him. He hurried off the bed and finally snapped out. His head shook.

"No, I'm fine. I will fetch myself some water." He commented.

Harry walked out and Ron tilted his head. The red head couldn't figure out if Harry was taking the dream personally or something has been said. He sighed and went over to his bed again.

The teen found himself in the bathroom and picked up a cup to fill up the water. He took a sip here and there. His breathing returned to its normal pace and shook his head. His knees turned shaky, barely keeping himself standing, and his hands clung onto the sink to hold himself up. He wheezed and gasped in tears. The pain was visible to him and ache by the man's touch has done to him.

"Harry, are you alright in there?" His friend had to check on him.

"…if you dare to tell anyone, I will have you murder them in your very hand…"

Harry couldn't allow himself to lose his best friend and he wouldn't forgive himself. He took a deep breath and struggled to get back onto his feet. He pretended he just flushed the toilet and washes his hands.

"Yes, Ron. Why?"

Ron sighed, "You were in there for quite a while. I thought the nightmare must have been bothering you."

His pretend laughter sets off, "Ron, if it is Voldemort vision of a nightmare, I would have told you." He was telling the truth on that part and he wouldn't lie about that.

Harry opened the bathroom door and placed a smile to hide away those fears. Ron patted Harry's back and smiled along. The two teenage boys returned to their dormitory and rest back into their bed for the rest of the night. Harry had to look on the bright side…at least he wasn't trap in Dumbledore's taking and forbidden to socialize with others. At least he has that freedom somewhere…

Anyone who came within Harry's reach or touched him, he would have a slight panic attack and he would constantly mentally remind himself that Dumbledore wouldn't do it publically. Oh, Merlin's beard, he hated to go through this alone. How could he survive in this wreckage savage he's going through? Dumbledore, the headmaster and the first most powerful wizard in the world, controls everything the Chosen Boy does.

Hermione and Ron exchanged glance at each other to see how different Harry suddenly became, they suspected about his dream, and tried to see why it placed a personal affect. It never has before, so why now?

She whispered to Ron, "I think You-know-who-must-not-be-named did more than mess around his old nightmare, maybe what he thought was real to him."

Ron shrugged, "He says he was fine, but why would mate lie to us for something that's personal? He knows we care and we're here to listen." He whispered along.

Hermione shook her head, but she couldn't even pick up what was wrong with Harry all day. His behavior threw them off, they saw him just fine yesterday, and now, he wasn't the same anymore. She directed her attention towards her best friend.

"Harry, I know you say your old nightmare is nothing like an old ruse, but sometimes, there is a point of reminding you that your mum and dad love you to keep you alive." She stated.

Harry blinked and stared at her, "I know, Mione. I'm fine with the dream. It was just a bit more vivid as all." He pointed out.

Harry didn't lie, it was beyond vivid than he could ever dream, and it was only been one day. How long would it go on for him?

"Then, what's wrong? You have been jittery all day to anyone who came in contact." She insisted on knowing the reasons.

He sighed, "I was scared to be defenseless when I face him," He whispered.

Hermione and Ron glanced at each other and back at Harry. They didn't think he would be frightened of the Dark Lord to come out and kill him already.

"Harry, you can't let an old memory overtake you. You will fight against him and let him take nothing away from you." The girl declared.

Ron nodded, "Yeah, Harry! She's right! Look at the last five years! You survived them all! You'll survive through it all!"

Harry's eyes lit up at their encouraging words and now, he thought about dealing with the headmaster with a fight to stand up for himself. Dumbledore is no Dark Lord, but he was just like any other wizards who want to control the world. Harry laughed and eased up a bit.

"You guys are right, I'm being silly now." He decided to enjoy his dinner while he can.

Hermione and Ron grinned ear to ear to see their best friend returning to normal. They joined in for their meals and chatted off some nonsense with the Twin Weasely brothers and their outcome pranks would be arriving anytime. Harry helped himself a piece of pie and his friends would point out on what to study tonight. Not once has Harry rushed on eating his sweet dessert nor his friends cared how long it was taking.

Harry sighed and decided to not waste his time anymore. He stuffed his bag up, bid his friends, and walked over to the Headmaster's tower. He swallowed his fears, recalling what his friends said without realizing they gave him the proper advice. The chosen boy was not going to let a man control. He refused to let anyone tell him who he belongs to or what to do in their order. He will defy that man whether he likes it or not.

He announced the password to the gargoryle and went up his ways. He forced his knees to hold still and waited with baited breath. He saw the office, but no one was here. His head directed over to the bedroom and took a deep breath. He dragged himself over to the room and stood at the very door.

"You-"

"-are going to lay yourself on the bed and do not even think of your friends' advice. Do you wish to be punished now?" Dumbledore interrupted.

Harry could not speak his mind. The man did state he was watching after him and that he failed to realize that. His bag was set down, but frozen to where he stood.

"No…" He whispered, "No, Master Albus."

The headmaster lifted his head and waited to see the obedient Harry to the bed. He stood in front of the bed, but Harry hardly moved at all.

"Harry, do not make me bind you to the bed to put some senses into your head. Now, are you going to lay yourself on the bed?" He asked once more.

His voice sent fears down Harry's spine and Harry chose not to waste the man's time. He walked over and climbed onto the huge bed. Dumbledore chanted among his breath, preventing Harry to hear what spell announced, and the clothes were gone. The wind between his legs shivered and Goosebumps rose on his very skin.

The long fingers trailed down everywhere on the boy's body. Dumbledore was gentle for a started and awing the sight of Harry's birthday suit.

"Since you behaved well and came on your own term, I will go easy on you as long you scream. Understood, my dear?"

Harry nodded, "Yes, Master Albus." He gulped, praying the man will not hold him too long.

Harry bit his lip while Albus explored his hands slowly on the teenager's body. The blue eyes lit up like a Christmas tree, how smooth the boy's skin was, and somewhat built muscle in him. He leaned in and pressed his lips against Harry's bare neck. The chosen boy whimpered out of fear, hoping he wouldn't be hurt too much, and the man slid his lips to behind those lovely ears. He couldn't hold the moaning and let it all escaped.

His master was pleased to get the result and decided to continue somewhere more interesting. Harry could feel his long bread touching his sensitive skin. It creeps him out more than usual and stayed in his very spot. He felt the heavy hot breath nearby his ears.

"Harry, my dear, do you like it when I am feeling you like this? Tell me do you like it if I touch you somewhere that makes you scream?" The sound of Dumbledore's face frightened him.

Harry choked mentally at what he heard from his master and there wasn't a choice. He nodded slowly, having to obey willingly for the rapist, and he gulped down.

"Ye-ye-yes, Master Albus. My thighs." He hated to reveal his weakness, but what could he do?

Dumbledore would have chased after the young teen and probably kept him trap in this bedroom for more than a week. He deeply feared what could happen. Dumbledore followed Harry's word and feel him up more. Harry gasped to see how invisible the man's touch started out and headmaster smirked at his success. The teen dazed out, enjoying every second of that turn on, and forgotten how a person can draw him in like this. Dumbledore's rubbing his hands against the boy's legs from invisible touch to rub friction to feel heat. The longer Dumbledore went on, Harry screams with most pleasuring sensation he has felt.

"From now on, no more dessert after dinner. I will provide that from now on." Dumbledore instructed.

Harry heard him out, but he was too relaxed and gazed at the dark shadow of ceiling. Dumbledore crawled on top of the boy and leaned in to smooch with the boy. The green eyes snapped open and felt horrified! He tried to push the man away or off, but not with the strength the headmaster possesses. The kisses were like extra pairs of lips, but only someone else controls the action. His screaming muffled by the locked lips and breathes were stolen. The tears escaped from Harry and how much he hated to be treated like this. He wanted this very nightmare to be over right now.

Dumbledore slipped his tongue into the uninvited teen's mouth. Harry felt something, but he refused to believe it otherwise. The man dominated on his tongue and Harry tried to push the man's tongue out, but failed numerous of times.

Finally, the lips departed and breathing heavily. Dumbledore fell in love more than he could ever say in words. Harry felt remotely disguised to such smooching action going on. The headmaster did not waste his time and flipped Harry onto his stomach. He forced the young child to spread his legs out widely, causing Harry to screech in unbearable suffering from yesterday, and he wept soundly.

"Please, Master Albus, don't! Please, don't!" The chosen one begged with all of his might.

Headmaster soothes the boy's ass, "You will learn to get used to this, Harry. Your father has and so will you." His lips pressed against the boy's bottom cheek and smiled the sweetness body soap, "Strawberry mildew suits you well, Harry. Please use it each time you shower."

Harry gasped to breathe in choking tears and grabbed onto a pillow to hug. He could not dare to move an inch, petrified of the punishment that may happen, and his head shook several times. Headmaster ignored the undesired requests and grabbed something else. He popped the cap off, put it onto his fingers heavily of the lubes, and began to massage Harry's muscle ring. The boy's head cringed at the softness and smoothness feel from the man's finger, slowly adding another finger to the next fingers, and squealed a bit in pinching pain.

"Oh, quit acting like a baby, harry, my dear. You'll learn to love it when I do this." All of his four fingers came out and slapped those cheeky butts.

Harry squeaked and buried his face onto the pillow. Albus placed his member and entered into the boy without being slow. Harry couldn't withstand the pain and pierced out the shouting. The thrusting began to increase more, but the thigh rubbing helped to distract Harry's mind off the pain. He would moaned, grunted, and gasped here and there. The smirked appeared on the man's face to his success and enjoying the 'fun' game here.

It went on with the soothing the boy's thighs and he wouldn't be aware of what was happening. Everything faded into numb pain, but the man refused to stop. He liked what was receiving and feels freely to cum into the boy's ass as long as he wanted to.

Harry could hardly tell anything inside of him, the prickling feeling was taking away everything he felt, and completely out of it. As if his soul was not connecting with his body, like it was supposed to be. Dumbledore leaned in and kissed the boy to test again. The chosen one couldn't think straight anymore and feeling everything all at once. His fused was calmer than a sleeping dragon would be.

Now, he cum one last time in Harry and pulled himself out. Harry shivered at the coldness below him and began to realize he was raped again. He tried to push the man away for kissing him and the thighs rubbing were over. Harry wept away and curled into a fetus position, he hugged his knees, and Albus stopped due to his satisfied result.

"Getting you to scream is easy, my dear. Did you feel any pain?"

Harry shook his head very slowly, "No, Master Albus…" He was rather loss for words.

Dumbledore kissed his forehead and patted his head. He cleaned the bed and restored their clothes back on. Harry hardly moved at all while the man left him alone. The water work burst into millions of tears and how awful he felt of letting this happen again. He blamed himself more than ever for not standing up for himself. He hated himself.

Nothing was ever to be the same…just like yesterday, nothing was ever the same anymore. He was easily taken advantage every damn year and he hated it. Harry mumbled among his breath to why he trusted Dumbledore or why his dad didn't warn him in any ways. Or prevent him from going to the same school within the same building as this man? Or could have his father have limited freedom until his marriage? He wasn't too sure, but it was too much to think about this.

Harry no longer felt safe anymore. He longer trusts anyone or relies on them to save him. If his dad couldn't, neither could Harry. The teen drowned himself in tears, allowing expressing everything at once so no one could suspect a thing. His friends, he decided to be precautious in his actions and behavior.

"Don't hurt them," He whimpered, "I-I-I will be good, Master Albus…" He cried and hugged himself tighter than he could have ever imagined.

He hummed, "Good, my dear. Now, come along and help yourself these delicious brownies for being good." Dumbledore announced.

Harry glanced up, afraid to say no, and slowly removed himself off the huge bed. He dragged himself over to the door and the headmaster placed his hand onto the boy's shoulder. Harry wanted to tell him to remove his filthy hand, but he couldn't. He didn't want anyone to get hurt because of his stupid behavior or worse, die because the man wasn't feeling he was worth enough.

Harry spotted at the headmaster's desk and saw a tray of layers with several types of brownies a wizard could truly think of. His jaw dropped and stammered to even find the right words….

"I-I-I can have some?"

Dumbledore nodded, "Of course, you did well today. Next time, no desserts after dinner and I will provide them for you every time for well behavior."

Harry grew to feel guilty, but how could he view the man? A rapist or some sadistic who wants sex? Dumbledore released Harry's shoulder and Harry helped himself a couple of brownies for himself. He sat down in one of the guests' chair and Dumbledore sat across. They ate their desserts in silence, but knowing how things are among each other. Harry glanced around, avoiding any eye contact with the man, and noticed the portraits weren't in the room. He took noticed that his master was cautious in his action or avoid being easily too exposed.

Dumbledore brushed off the crumbs and joined Harry by his side. He wrapped his arm around Harry's shoulders and Harry's neck hair stood out.

"In about the end of this week, I have to attend to several places for a few months. However, do not think you are free from so suddenly. I will want you to come here and make it a routine. I am sure Fawkes will not mind your company for an hour a day. He will alert me of your presence and if you miss one day, be aware that you will be suffering the consequences." Dumbledore declared.

Harry nodded willingly, despite of his situation, and he felt it was better off not seeing Dumbledore. He could regain his normality self once more and no one would have to know. He finishes off the last bites of his brownie. He didn't dare to remove himself away from Dumbledore.

"Take a few brownies to share with your friends, my dear." He kissed him on the forehead.

Dumbledore removed himself from Harry and Harry gathered his bag and brownies. He was rather glad to leave the office once more and thought about a peace of moment from Dumbledore. But, he knew being raped everyday will continue endlessly and it wasn't exactly the bright side he's looking for.

Harry walked over to the dormitory and found himself in the living room with the others. His friends grinned at the sight of the chosen one and he handed them the brownies he received. They thanked him and he went off to his room.

Harry tried to scrub and bleed off the filthy touch of his master. How much he despised the man even more and wept quietly. He picked up the soap and saw the product's product smell…strawberry mildew. Headmaster loved the scent on Harry and this caused him to go down onto his knees. He softly banged the shower wall, feeling the need to hate himself more, and nothing was right to him.

Harry went numbed in his mind, completely emptied about everything, and out of it. Somehow, he managed to make it to bed without suspicious around anybody. He curled into a ball and tried to think of something different to help himself fall asleep at least.

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