F.R.I.D.A.Y. T.H.E. 1.3.T.H. Series
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Title:
F.R.I.D.A.Y T.H.E 1.3.T.H Series
Author:
Bleeding Star Goddess and can be contacted at Toqkid@aol.com
or Satarian@aol.com
Chapter:
10/13
Word count: style='font-size:8.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:Verdana;mso-bidi-font-family:
"Courier New"'>169
Pairings:
Various
Rating:
G to NC-17
Disclaimer:
This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK
Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books,
Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> No money is being made and no copyright or
trademark infringement is intended.style='font-size:8.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:Verdana;mso-bidi-font-family:
"Courier New"'>
Warnings:style='mso-spacerun:yes'> The warning in the stories produced will vary
from chapter to chapter; some will contain incest, threesomes, bondage, graphic
sexual situations between male/male, female/female, and male/female partners
and other situations. This particular
chapter of the series contains torture, Master-slave relationships, homosexual
relationships, and betrayal.
Summary:style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Friday the 13th something like the Murphy's Law
and Harry is used as the constant example.
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1.
"I
knew I should have stayed in bed today…"
Harry
closed his eyes.
"Come
now Harry, had you done that I wouldn't have seen you again."
"Congrats
Tom, this plan actually worked."
His
remark earned him a harsh slap.
"Bad
day Harry?"
"I
have the best luck but…"
"It's
Friday the 13th."
Lips
came down upon his but he couldn't move, only show his disgust.
"They
won't come for you."
"Oh,
that so?"
"Correct,
because you haven't left."
A
double then, or polyjuice except he felt his
hair. They'd never come.
"You're
mine now Harry," Voldemort purred.
"Only
in your sick delusional mind, Tom."
His
daily routine was torture, torture, torture, lunch, torture, and then a bath.
His
world slowly narrowed down to Voldemort.
Tom never let them rape him.
His
master loved him, the pathetic Order never knew, his friends never noticed.
He
watched the flames consume the school; children's tortured screams filled the
air.
"You
did well pet, and how quaint, it's Friday the 13th… style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I'm proud."