Black Pain
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Lucius
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Lucius
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
54,228
Reviews:
53
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Lucius kept an impassive face as the Potter boy writhed and tried to break free of his hand so that he could wipe the image of the wall so that no one else could see his shame. Lucius could feel satisfaction trickling onto his face despite his best efforts as he watched himself fuck Potter into the next world. He couldn’t help it, he might have felt different if the Potter boy hadn’t so blatantly mocked his dead son not just hour ago. His hand tightened on Potter’s neck and the boy whined as he fell back, tears coursing down his cheeks.
Lucius could see Potter’s eyes frantically searching the room but avoiding all the horrified glances of his ex kinsmen. He could practically see the boy’s soul shriveling before his very eyes when his emerald eyes couldn’t find the understanding that he was searching for. Lucius carefully watched the reactions of the prisoners to image of Potter’s breaking. What he saw was obviously not what his whore thought though. His hand twitched from the remembered feeling of Potter’s flesh yielding to his furious blow as he watched the boy recede further into himself, the boy probably thinking that everyone now hated him. Idiot, he thought.
Lucius could see the worry in the abominable Weasley twin’s eyes as they strained to make their way to Potter. Zabini however, would have none of it and he roughly jerked the two back. The twins whipped around to probably inflict some sort of violence but their dual tether caused them to trip over each other’s feet.
Longbottom was frantically trying to speak to Potter but the Lestrange brothers were silencing him. One brother silenced him with a hand over his mouth and the other threateningly laying his body flush against the smaller Hufflepuff. But Potter didn’t see this, he didn’t see the devotion that his classmates still had for him, he was still wallowing in self pity. Lucius rolled his eyes and jerked the boy up to his feet, wondering if he was doing so to open the boy’s eyes to his friends or whether to satisfy his own anger.
“Tut tut Potter, such a lack of respect to the Dark Lord. We need to work on your manners.” He drawled in a stage whisper.
He met eyes with Severus, who inclined his head slightly in acknowledgement of his accomplishment. He looked down at the where the werewolf’s leash was lovingly twined around one of Severus’s beautiful hands. He frowned when he remembered what the Potter boy’s father had done to them in jest and his hand tightened around Potter’s scrawny neck, his anger returning fully. Potter senior, that idiot, had decided that it would be funny to carve things into Severus’s hands on one of his many pathetic attempts to ruin Severus’s life; Lucius had been casting healing charms on them for the next 2 hours. What an abominable family, that piss poor excuse for a Pureblood and his slut of a Mudblood wife. Severus had had a thing for her once; it didn’t last too long after Lucius made his affections known.
Severus had been beautiful then, the picture of a lost soul who didn’t realize his own talents. He was still beautiful now, terrible and strong as he towered over the werewolf and Lucius knew that the werewolf didn’t stand a chance. He smirked at his lifelong friend, Severus quirked a quizzical brow at him but Lucius shook his head slightly and he looked back down at the sobbing boy.
“Oh stop making such a fuss Potter.” Lucius rolled his eyes at the boy’s antics and Potter suddenly looked at him furiously. Knowing that some sharp retort was coming his way, he conjured a gag in Potter’s useful mouth, “Honestly, it’s like dealing with a teenager.”
He heard muffled words that sounded like “He IS a teenager” coming from the Longbottom boy’s direction but his head was quickly torn back into Rabastan’s chest where the wizard muttered angrily into his ear.
Lord Voldemort smirked at the Malfoy, relishing the harsh seductive treatment that the last remaining Malfoy was bestowing upon his hated enemy. The boy would be completely broken soon, and then all revenge would be his. Revenge against the Golden Boy and all mankind, especially that Malfoy brat that had already been taken care of.
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sorry this took so long
I had sort of given up on this story
and then my sister made me read "Great Gatsby" by Fitzgerald
so then I was inspired
be inspired by it as well readers
it's an extraordinary piece of literature
ciao
Lucius kept an impassive face as the Potter boy writhed and tried to break free of his hand so that he could wipe the image of the wall so that no one else could see his shame. Lucius could feel satisfaction trickling onto his face despite his best efforts as he watched himself fuck Potter into the next world. He couldn’t help it, he might have felt different if the Potter boy hadn’t so blatantly mocked his dead son not just hour ago. His hand tightened on Potter’s neck and the boy whined as he fell back, tears coursing down his cheeks.
Lucius could see Potter’s eyes frantically searching the room but avoiding all the horrified glances of his ex kinsmen. He could practically see the boy’s soul shriveling before his very eyes when his emerald eyes couldn’t find the understanding that he was searching for. Lucius carefully watched the reactions of the prisoners to image of Potter’s breaking. What he saw was obviously not what his whore thought though. His hand twitched from the remembered feeling of Potter’s flesh yielding to his furious blow as he watched the boy recede further into himself, the boy probably thinking that everyone now hated him. Idiot, he thought.
Lucius could see the worry in the abominable Weasley twin’s eyes as they strained to make their way to Potter. Zabini however, would have none of it and he roughly jerked the two back. The twins whipped around to probably inflict some sort of violence but their dual tether caused them to trip over each other’s feet.
Longbottom was frantically trying to speak to Potter but the Lestrange brothers were silencing him. One brother silenced him with a hand over his mouth and the other threateningly laying his body flush against the smaller Hufflepuff. But Potter didn’t see this, he didn’t see the devotion that his classmates still had for him, he was still wallowing in self pity. Lucius rolled his eyes and jerked the boy up to his feet, wondering if he was doing so to open the boy’s eyes to his friends or whether to satisfy his own anger.
“Tut tut Potter, such a lack of respect to the Dark Lord. We need to work on your manners.” He drawled in a stage whisper.
He met eyes with Severus, who inclined his head slightly in acknowledgement of his accomplishment. He looked down at the where the werewolf’s leash was lovingly twined around one of Severus’s beautiful hands. He frowned when he remembered what the Potter boy’s father had done to them in jest and his hand tightened around Potter’s scrawny neck, his anger returning fully. Potter senior, that idiot, had decided that it would be funny to carve things into Severus’s hands on one of his many pathetic attempts to ruin Severus’s life; Lucius had been casting healing charms on them for the next 2 hours. What an abominable family, that piss poor excuse for a Pureblood and his slut of a Mudblood wife. Severus had had a thing for her once; it didn’t last too long after Lucius made his affections known.
Severus had been beautiful then, the picture of a lost soul who didn’t realize his own talents. He was still beautiful now, terrible and strong as he towered over the werewolf and Lucius knew that the werewolf didn’t stand a chance. He smirked at his lifelong friend, Severus quirked a quizzical brow at him but Lucius shook his head slightly and he looked back down at the sobbing boy.
“Oh stop making such a fuss Potter.” Lucius rolled his eyes at the boy’s antics and Potter suddenly looked at him furiously. Knowing that some sharp retort was coming his way, he conjured a gag in Potter’s useful mouth, “Honestly, it’s like dealing with a teenager.”
He heard muffled words that sounded like “He IS a teenager” coming from the Longbottom boy’s direction but his head was quickly torn back into Rabastan’s chest where the wizard muttered angrily into his ear.
Lord Voldemort smirked at the Malfoy, relishing the harsh seductive treatment that the last remaining Malfoy was bestowing upon his hated enemy. The boy would be completely broken soon, and then all revenge would be his. Revenge against the Golden Boy and all mankind, especially that Malfoy brat that had already been taken care of.
-----
sorry this took so long
I had sort of given up on this story
and then my sister made me read "Great Gatsby" by Fitzgerald
so then I was inspired
be inspired by it as well readers
it's an extraordinary piece of literature
ciao