Warnings:

Rape

Pedophile

Sensitive

The cycle repeated, Dumbledore would wait for Harry in the bedroom, and Harry would lie down on the bed. The headmaster used multiple ways to start, he would often make Harry to become extremely numb after the teen tried to fight for his right. Harry tried to beg the man to stop, but he wasn't been given any rights to end it. Dumbledore rode him roughly and Harry wouldn't hold his screaming.

The bruises began to show up by the fourth day, Harry had to remember not to wear a t-shirt or short sleeves from now on. Dumbledore forced Harry to kiss back on the fifth day and it turns him off more than ever.

Harry tried to push his master away, but the headmaster wouldn't allow it. He slap Harry's ass as hard as he could and Harry had a difficult timing to sit down or sleep on his bottom. He allowed no one to come any closer to him besides Albus. Yet, he acted like a normal student around other people. No one has suspected anything from Harry.

On the sixth day, Harry received detention by one of his professors because he didn't hand in the assignment on time and he couldn't miss it. Dumbledore wasn't pleased and he punished Harry by conflicting electric hit at the boy's chest. Albus was not happy to see Harry disobeyed for the first time and refused to let him slide by. Harry cried and tried to fight in his defense. The man stood in front of Harry and slapped him hard across the face. He was bright red with the hand mark on his face. He sniffled.

"I have specifically told you, after dinner you come straight here and lay down on the bed. I do not care for such detention! I will not allow it!" He pushed Harry against the wall.

Harry grunted and did not dare to move from his spot. His body trembled and swallowed his fears for his master.

"I-I'm sorry, M-m-master A-a-Albus! I-I came after deten-detention. I-I thought yo-you'd understand that." Harry whimpered.

Dumbledore pressured Harry against the wall, mushing him on the wall, and Harry screamed for his dear life.

"Understand? I'm afraid you are the ones who do not understand. Perhaps I shouldn't have gone easy on you with having sex with. It was a mistake to begin with, honestly." He snatched Harry's elbow and yanked him over to the bed.

Harry yelped and collapsed on the bed. His breathing picked up the speed and felt trapped already.

"M-m-master Albus, wh-what ar-are you doing n-now?" Harry stammered greatly in fear.

Dumbledore pinned him down from behind, "The muggle way, I will rip your clothes off, make you bleed and brutally hurt you dry. Of course, make you do something you will not be pleased about." Harry didn't get the last part…what was going to happen to him now?

Harry wailed quickly and tried to push the man away, yet, he couldn't let this happens. Albus gripped the boy's hair and pulled his head back. Harry screamed in agony and petrified how much worse would this be happening. Dumbledore slipped his free hand down into the boy's pants and groped him uncomfortably. The tears built up in Harry's eyes, but he struggle to not let them all out.

Suddenly…Albus stopped moving and released Harry's hair. His head directed at the door and gulped down.

"Get on the bed, Harry. Not a single word out of you, understand?" He whispered carefully.

Harry sniffled and confused to a strange behavior of the man. The man wasn't touching him anymore and he did what he was told. The teen sat down on the bed and waited to see what was going on. Someone was opening the door and Dumbledore stood in front of Harry in guard of his protection.

"Where's my big Alby?" Someone called out.

Albus clenched his hands into a fist, "Aberforth," He hissed.

Aberforth entered into the room as if it was never locked, but the anger fumed deeply around Albus.

"Aw, my big Alby's ready?" Aberforth noticed someone behind him and peeked, "Ah, I see you found your pet." He smiled, which creeps Harry out the most.

Harry didn't understand what was going on or how to react. He kept quiet, knowing his master wouldn't be pleased if he disobeyed again, and hoping he would be okay.

"Yes and we were busy. Do you mind leaving us alone, Aberforth?" Dumbledore struggled to ask.

Aberforth shook his head, "I'm afraid not, but please, show me your pet…naked." He demanded like a sword cut off their breathing.

Albus gritted his teeth and stared at his brother. He picked up a wand and Harry wasn't too sure to take cover or do what they wanted him to do.

"As you wish, Aberforth." He spoke through his teeth and waved his wand to remove the boy's clothes, "Harry, my dear. Show yourself to my brother, Aberforth."

Harry felt uncertain, but he had no choice. He crawled off the bed and walked in front of his master. He saw Aberforth, who looked similar to his master, despite of shorter and fluffier bread. Aberforth nodded in an approval.

"I see he's being punished due to those marks, but Alby, you know very well this isn't the way to punish him." The brother said.

The headmaster sighed, "He just started to be punished…we were interrupted and I would have gone to the very point he would not repeat a mistake."

"Tsk," His brother shook his head, "No, let me demonstrate how it is done. Perhaps you have forgotten how I punished you."

Albus jerked his head up at his brother, "Not the choker! I wasn't going to go that far!" His breath turned heavy on him.

Harry gulped, the choker? Why did his master showed fear for a choker? He felt his master's brother pushed his shoulder and forced to be on his knees. He glanced up, petrified to what could happen, and saw that Aberforth was revealing his crotch. He jerked Harry's head back and widened the boy's mouth. He shoved his crotch into the boy's mouth.

"He will learn who is really in control, I am your master, Alby and anything you claim is mine as well. Including your pet here." He shoved his member deeper into Harry's mouth.

Harry screamed and tried to remove himself, but he couldn't. Aberforth pulled Harry's head in closer, extending the length of his member to the back of Harry's throat, and no air was passing through. Harry couldn't take it all at once and found himself eating the man's cum. He hated to taste it and wanted to spit it all out, but he was choking even worse. Albus was forced to watch this, could not dare to cross the line with "master," and Harry was turning blue.

The chosen one couldn't breathe and everything started to appear spots and dizziness. Everything grew pitched dark and no longer breathing. Aberforth released the boy and caused him to collapse to the ground unconsciously.

"From now on, use it every time he needs to be punished. Am I clear?" Aberforth fixed up his robe to stop showing his parts.

Albus nodded and Aberforth dashed out of the place. He saw how terrified Harry went through with the choker and shook his head. He picked up the boy and put him to bed while under the cover. He checked his pulse and calmed down to the fact he was alright.

"I am sorry you had to deal with my brother and the choker…it's his way of punishment." He brushed the boy's hair and felt the softness the boy held.

Dumbledore leaned in and kissed him on the forehead. He got up and took care of a few things…

Harry's tossing and turning in his conscious sleep. The nightmare of the 'choker' that his master's brother has done to him and felt much more unsafe. He groaned, struggled to escape from his dream, and shot up screaming. He breathed and glanced around. He felt so warm, but what did he miss? He looked next to himself and found Albus cuddling him in their sleep. The man's eyes fluttered open and met Harry's green eyes.

"Sleep, my dear. He won't be coming back anytime soon and you need your sleep. I promise no harms tonight." He stated.

Harry nodded and tried to sleep, but it was harder to know Dumbledore was right next to him. Oddly enough, he fell asleep knowing there wouldn't be any harm tonight or pain. He liked that for once and drifted back to sleep. To him, he felt strange to the way things had happened and the way he was being punish.

Sleeping passed by and Harry woke up, knowing his master wasn't on the bed with him, and he clung onto the bed sheet for security.

"M-m-master Albus?" He called.

The man walked in the room, "You have the permission to speak, Harry, my dear."

He cried, "I-I'll be good. I-I do not like the choker," He choked on his tears.

Dumbledore sat down on the bed in front of Harry and held him by the shoulders.

"I know, my brother likes to see me suffer worse than he could do. I promise you that will be the last time to experience the choker. Trust me in what I do for punishment, okay?"

Harry sniffed, "…how can I trust you when…you're not the man I knew?" He whispered.

Albus wanted to say something, but he refused to carry on. He patted the boy's head and handed him a spare of set of clothes. Harry accepted it.

"I have to go for a few months, but promise me you'll behave and follow the rules?"

Harry nodded in silence, but Albus has no other ways to convince the boy to speak. He wouldn't blame him because being punish by the choker was the closest thing to death. No one liked death, but it was the only way to learn from his brother. Dumbledore picked himself up and left Harry alone. Harry watched the man leave, but he sighed. He couldn't avoid this no matter what the situation was. He would have been exposed to the dangerous choker position and he couldn't help it, but really glad that Dumbledore didn't force this on him.

Harry changed into his clothes and decided to leave the room. He noticed it was empty and the only ones who were here is Fawkes. He walked up to the Phoenix and pet him gently. Fawkes was pleased for the attention and joined down his level. Harry sat down on the guests' chair and finally felt he was able to breathe. He didn't understand why Dumbledore wanted to rape him, nothing has been told or said, and he still fear if the man would continue worse than he experienced.

"…last night was not my bravest night, Fawkes…his brother came and I hated it." He whispered to him.

Fawkes stared up at Harry, sharing the feelings on the hatred on Aberforth, and they understood each other. Harry missed it when he liked his headmaster, but now…he doesn't know what to think of the man.

"Potter, what are you doing in the headmaster's office?" One of his professors questioned him.

Harry blinked and realized he had to replay the same thing as he has done towards his friends. He turned to the professor and saw Snape. Snape raised his eyebrow to understand why the boy was in this office.

"I promised Dumbledore to look after Fawkes every day while he's away." He declared.

Snape looked directly at the teen, "I supposed, but you are to be in your class right now, Mr. Potter. I suggest you head to your class now." He insisted.

Harry nodded and bid his goodbyes to Fawkes as he leaves. He didn't want Professor Snape to be on his nerves or causing everything else to be worse. He breathed peacefully, knowing he wouldn't have to suffer for a few months…but what could he do? For now, heading to class might ease off some of the trauma memories for him.

He found himself in class with his friends and he placed a fake smile to show them he was fine. They were ecstatic to see him again and joined him at the table to prepared the Dark Art lessons. Hermione leaned closely to Harry, but he wasn't comfortable with the idea of being touched by anyone specifically.

"Where were you, Harry?" She whispered.

He sighed, "I got tied up with taking care of Fawkes and fell asleep there. Dumbledore woke me up and told me I slept in his office." He shrugged, "He left, and Snape asked why I was there and tells me to get to class."

Ron shook his head, "Blimey, Harry, you have to watch the time from now. We told McGonagall you were dealing with Headmaster's Fawkes. She let it slid, but she's not happy to what you did, mate."

Harry sighed, knowing he had no control over in anything that happened, and he hated it. For now, he had to focus in class with his friends and he couldn't afford to fail. He had one more year left to deal with school, but he doubted he could escape from Dumbledore after graduating.

"Okay, class, now find yourself a partner to work with and start practicing!" The professor announced.

Ron and Hermione immediately partnered up and Harry didn't mind it at all. He felt something between the two and he glanced around the room to find someone in a need of a partner in this practice field. A hand landed on Harry's shoulder and he flipped around in a sudden panic attack. Neville jumped back to Harry's reaction and felt scared. The boy had to calm himself down before anyone could assume anything worse.

"Sorry Neville, I'm still tired and I get jumpy to think this is still a dream." He sheepishly smiled, hoping this would spare him at least.

Neville nodded, "I was going to ask you to be my partner."

"Sure," Harry grinned.

Harry and Neville went at the end of the classroom and started to practice some of the dark defense spells. Hermione glanced from time to time on Harry, Ron couldn't blame her for being suspicious, and they watched Harry while practicing their spells.

Neville announced his spells and Harry tried to hurry up to defend himself. Instead, he was hit and whammed against to the wall. He grunted and conflicted memories where Dumbledore threw him against the wall out of punishment.

"NO! Please!" Harry wept.

Neville jolted at his friend's emotion and grew guilty. Hermione rushed over to Harry and knelt down to his level. She softly soothes his back and he jerked his body away from her. His head shook numerous of times.

"Don't, please!" He begged of her, "No! No…no, no, no!" He echoed in his words.

Everyone gathered in class, confused to why Harry was acting like this, and nothing made sense. It was one of the basic attack and nearly harmless for a starter. The professor demanded everyone else to return to their seats and work on reading twenty pages on the history of the spell. Hermione and Ron refused to leave their best friend.

"Pl-p-p-ple-please!" Harry curled to the corner of the room, avoiding anyone within their reach of him.

They had no idea what caused Harry to break down in such hysterical state. The professor kept distance from the boy and remained calm.

"Harry, you're safe. It is a safe charm spell that kept you safe. No one here wants to hurt you. You know your friends and your classmates. They do not hurt you." The professor told him.

No one wants him hurt…what his master said to him last night before he fell asleep, no harms. He gulped down some air to breathe again, but he refused to look at anybody. Hermione blinked and saw how difficult Harry was going through in his trauma.

"Harry, it was just a dream of an old memory. He is not here. You are safe here and that was long time ago. You do not remember the pain because you were just a baby." Hermione cooed him.

Ron nodded, "Yeah, mate. You're safe and it's just a dream, like Mione says."

Harry heard them out, somewhat distracted by the thoughts of how they were way off, and knowing that there weren't any harms. He had to remind himself that his master was gone for a few months and that he promised to be good. He promised that. He owe the man this much for his freedom and that he messed up on his part for coming late. He breathed to normal pace and the professor watched his best friends help.

"He…hurts me so badly, Mione…he won't stop." At least there was some honesty, but they thought it was towards the Dark Lord.

Ron offered his hand, "We know, mate, but we're going to be right there with you. We'll help you through it."

Harry wished they could be there, but they had no idea what he had been through this week. A week of suffering, but he struggled to not show it too much. He managed to get back onto his feet and avoided touching at all cost.

"Harry, why don't you go to your room and get yourself refreshed. I'm sure you could use the day off," The professor stated.

"May we go with Harry?" Hermione asked.

The professor nodded and Harry walked out on his own. He became full alert of everyone around him now. His friends stood by his stand, not knowing the real reasons of his misbehavior, and he kept walking. They reached to their tower in silence, not interrupting the silence for the scarred mark boy, and the red head never left his eyes off his mate. Hermione wanted to hug him, but she feared to break him once more.

"Harry, you need to talk about this dream of yours. We need to know if something changed." The nosy girl stated.

Ron agreed, but Harry kept quiet. The memories were too fresh from last night, the man's brother wasn't pleasant to be around, and knowing how long that crotch was. It got into his throat and cut off his air supplies of need. He sat down in front of the fireplace, frozen at the thoughts, and hardly moving. Hermione wanted to go up to Harry, but Ron held her from getting anywhere close to him. He shook his head to show her that Harry wasn't in any condition to allow anything, even a harmless touch.

"No matter how long we are here, he's stronger than us, Hermione. How could I even stop him? I-I-I-I'm just a teenager." He hugged his knees, "I'm just sixteen years old," He choked on his tears, "I-I don't want to go through this anymore." He shed his tears as he felt himself broken.

Hermione and Ron exchanged looks, but they were rather surprised to see Harry in great fear for the first time in their lives. They had no idea what to do. Considering the fact Harry was dealing with this all alone, and for once, they had no idea. Harry knew they wouldn't understand…it wasn't the Dark Lord he feared; it was his master and his master's brother. He continues to cry in front of the fireplace and they watched him drowned in his misery.

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