Force

I inspected the damage while Voldemort wound up for his next strike. A neat chunk of flesh was missing from McGonagall’s shoulder.

“You can’t win! He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, will be defeated in the end!”

“Minerva, it’s over. Dumbledore is dead and buried, Harry Potter is my slave, and Hogwarts is mine. And now your only use in the world is to die for your cause. You lost.”

Whimpers escaped my slightly parted lips as the whip was brought down over and over until the former professor’s back was pocked with holes. Blood pooled on the floor under her and she was starting to lose consciousness. My whimpering escalated as my nails dug into the floor desperately trying to break the binds of his previous order.

“Bellatrix, wake her up. I want her to feel every second of her death.”

A vicious sneer spread across the female Death Eater and she stood walking around the large head table with purposefully slow stride. She swiped her husband’s glass of fire-whiskey quickening her pace with excitement.

“Wake up, stupid old bat.”

Bellatrix threw the glass of harsh liquor on the back of my tied up teacher causing the poor woman to scream louder. The alcohol obviously burned into the open wounds. I worked so hard to break the bonds of the gag order, but failed miserably. The blood poured out of the wounds pooling and coagulating on the floor. McGonagall was dying in front of my eyes.

“YOU WILL LOSE!”

Voldemort cracked the whip down once more with frightening precision wrapping it around the woman’s neck and attaching the teeth into the pounding jugular vein. A flick of the wrist retracting the black leather and it was over. My teacher bled out in a matter of seconds. She was gone forever.


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Inuv5: I know this story has been very violent, but I’m kind of trying to create an inner end-all-be-all war for Harry. I actually had some time recently and sat down to ponder over the next few chapters and I can promise that there will be no more death or blood. I can’t say anything for about five chapters down the road though. I think it’s important for Harry to go through even more struggles at first. Basically I’m throwing everything I’ve got at him simply so when life gets better for him it’s this huge dramatic whirlwind of happiness and love and rainbows and unicorns!

*pause for dramatic effect and to wipe a few tears away*

And. . .here’s the next chapter!


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“Now that business is taken care of it is time for the entertainment!”

I watched Voldemort very carefully putting his every shift and blink under scrutiny. Even I, the boy who lived in a cupboard for most of his life, could not understand the ruthless cruelty I had just seen.

“Master Voldemort, another guest had arrived.”

“Fenrir, you are late.”

“I apologize, My Lord. Pups in heat can never understand the concept of time.”

Voldemort chuckled and waved the werewolf forward. I gasped when I saw the two young men who followed this despicable, child killing beast. Fred and George walked in with hands intertwined. I had seen him laying dead in the corridor, this could not be true! George was here though standing completely alive and looking well.

“Things are not always as they appear, Harry. I thought you would know that by now. George was frozen in time by a spell and was returned to his normal state after your surrender. It was necessary for you to think a friend was dead.”

I couldn’t move. Voldemort turned his attention back to the brothers, but I was stuck. George was alive, and I had been fooled. I simply could not wrap my head around the concept so I pushed it to the back of my mind for now.

“Come along my little ones.”

Fenrir’s words made me look back toward the new comers. Both Fred and George were completely naked and both awkwardly had hard cocks. I blushed enough for both of them, but they seemed to display their members proudly. I was almost tempted to laugh at the nonchalant aura that surrounded both men. Fenrir walked with heavy footsteps that had a serious note hidden in each tap of the heel, but the Weasley twins were practically skipping.

“What’s wrong with them?”

I had not realized that my question had been aloud until Voldemort reached a hand down to me to stroke my head and hush me. The twins giggled and whispered to each other behind Fenrir’s back.

“They simply can’t stop giggling, My Lord. I apologize for their behavior.”

“They look precious, Fenrir, but they seem to be wanting. They should show us how pups in heat love.”

Fenrir gave a curt nod and turned to the Weasley twins giving each an intense kiss before moving to sit at the end of the head table. I don’t think I had ever seen anything like the passion and pure lust that seemed to be radiating from both men as they embraced. Everyone in the room had to feel it. There was heat, passion and deep undying love flowing through the room. It almost felt like the rush that I recognized as magic being preformed near me, but this was more powerful.

“Wow”

“They are beautiful, aren’t they?”

I looked up to Voldemort and nodded. My eyes couldn’t stay off the brothers though as I watched Fred’s fingers intertwine in George’s hair. Every nerve in my body was running on high and my cock was achingly hard desperate to be rubbed and stroked. I clenched my hands into fists trying to hold in a desperate moan. My Master reached down taking one of my hands and placing it on his aching erection. I took the hint and began to stroke his impressive member as my other hand drifted to my smaller cock. I moved and squeezed with a slow pace caressing them in unison.

“Fuck me, Fred!”

In response Fred pushed his brother roughly to the floor and climbed on top of him pinning George’s wrists to the ground.

“I’m going to fuck you through the floor, brother.”

Fred flipped George onto his stomach and forced his legs open. It was obvious that George was putting up a fight, but his animalistic moans gave him away. George’s pert little ass was pale and covered in adorable little freckles that matched his twin’s perfectly. Without even one finger of preparation Fred buried his entire length inside his brother’s tight little hole. George yelped loudly as he was stretched to fit the large cock. It was then when I leaned to back to look at Mr. Weasley that I noticed all of the Weasley men had to be at least 10 inches. I watched in awe as Mrs. Weasley deep-throated her husband both of them keeping their eyes away from their two sons who were fucking like bunnies in the middle of the room. I shifted my gaze back to the twins when the panting and moaning became even louder. While I was looking away Fred intertwined his hand deep in his brother’s hair yanking it cruelly.

“More, Fred! Oh fuck more! I want to feel you shoot all your hot cum in my tight boy pussy.”

Fred started shaking violently digging his nails into his brother’s hips. I worried for only a moment that he might combust, but then he came. It was like no orgasm I had ever seen. This was a wave from an extremely powerful earthquake. Seconds after Fred started George began and their intermingled screams and moans bounces off every wall echoing into infinity. I watched in complete astonishment until I was rudely interrupted from my moment by my Master.

“I’m going to cum, Harry! Swallow it all!”

My mouth was covering the head of his cock in a split second then his cum started coating my entire mouth. I swallowed desperately trying not to miss a drop worried about the retribution punishment. With deep gulps I managed to get every thick drop of goop down my throat much to my Master’s pleasure. He pulled me away by the hair pushing me back to my place at his feet. I turned back to the brothers who were now barely conscious curled up in each other’s arms on the floor.

“What a wonderful performance!”

The entire room began to applaud and cheer all rising to their feet.

“You may go rest with your owner, boys. You have been very pleasing.

Fred and George crawled over to Fenrir and lay at his sides on the floor.

“Now unfortunately we have a mess. Harry, be a good boy and lick that up!”

Without even a second thought I crawled around the table standing to walk down the few stairs. A blush spread over my entire upper body. This was one of the most embarrassing things I had ever done. My body couldn’t resist, my tongue lapped at the salty pool of cum on the cold stone floor. I could feel the torturously humiliating laughs from all around me vibrate through my core, but for some reason my cock would not stop twitching, straining against the cock ring.