To Catch a Killer

~ ~ Chapter ten~ ~

Harry ran as fast as he could up the path. His heart was pounding in his chest as he sprinted through the main doors of the castle. There must be a Quidditch game as Harry only passed a couple of first or second years.

Since there were never any footprints, an invisibility cloak was ruled out. The only way to stake the victims was by portkey, and the only place Harry knew of that a person could kill and portkey their corpses was just ahead. He slid to a stop in front of – the tapestry depicting Barnabas the Barmy.

Harry was out of breath and only able to continue moving through adrenalin alone. He now wished he'd grabbed a vial of pepper up from the twins. They always kept a supply on hand to experiment with their adult line and W-chips: “Only way to get ten or so orgasms a night.”

Unable to calm himself, he paced back and forth three times. “Take me to Albus. Take me to Albus. Take me to Albus,” he chanted. Finally, a door appeared in the wall. Just the entryway became solid, Harry pulled the door open and burst inside, wand at the ready and heart pounding still harder in his chest.

“Stupify!” Harry heard, just before he fell face first to the floor.

“Leave him alone!” Albus shouted.

Harry was forceably turned onto his back, staring up into Draco's smiling face. “About time, Potter!” he spat. He fought against the spell, but the exertion of his long run had obviously winded him. His anger still building, he was forced to watch as Draco picked his wand up, breaking it in two.

Draco turned slowly and conjured a large elaborately carved dark wood throne, sitting as if he were a king. Albus lay helpless a few feet away, bound to a chair by magical ropes. The room was made of stone with no widows, and the only furnishings were Draco's throne, a couch, and the chair to which Albus was bound.

“I must say, as an Auror you are pants. Almost as bad as that boss of yours who has everyone looking for a werewolf.” Draco sighed melodramatically. “Pity these are our leaders.” With a wave of his wand, Harry was released from the spell.

Harry jumped up and lunged for Draco, who wordlessly shot him against the wall. Harry momentarily lost his vision and it felt as though his head was splitting in two. He awkwardly stood, staring at Draco and righting himself for another attempt at him.

“I wouldn't try that again, Potter.”

Draco released Albus, who immediately stood, but crumpled under the Cruciatus curse. Harry watched as his son convulsed on the floor screaming in pain. With another wave of his wand, Albus was released. “Understood?” Draco asked, smiling wickedly.

“Leave him out of this,” Harry seethed.

“I do believe I have the upper hand here. You will do as I say.” Harry was surprised how much Draco sounded like Snape, the Snape that tormented Harry in those years at Hogwarts.

“Leave him out of this,” Harry repeated.

“I guess we need another example,” Draco said, casting a second, silent Cruciatus. Albus' body rocked against the floor as he again screamed in pain, unable to fight the effects.

“Okay! Okay!” Harry shouted, hands raised in a plea to Draco. “Okay, please stop!” Tears threatened to fall as Harry watched his son being tortured.

Draco released Albus with an even wider smile. “Now we understand each other.”

Harry glared at Draco, uncertain whether he should attempt to get to Albus. “What do you want?”

“First? Well, first,” he said, standing up and waving his wand in a flourish. The chair Albus had moments ago occupied was transformed into a small, backless, iron bench that moved to the center of the room. “I want to you pick your pathetic son up and sit him on the bench. Then I want you to bugger him into it.”

“What?” Harry said, incredulously.

“You two are so pathetic, Potter. You've been making wank coins for him, and he's been making them for you - and neither of you had the slightest notion.”

“I. Have. Done. Nothing. Of. The. Sort!” Harry said slowly.

Draco rolled his eyes, obviously annoyed. “Are you that daft that you don't even know what your son's cock looks like? Well let me help you,” Draco said sarcastically. “It looks exactly like the one you've been shoving up your arse and wanking to.”

Shocked, Harry looked at Albus, who shrugged from his position on the ground. Shaking his head in disbelief Draco continued.

“And your loving son acted out all your sick fantasies without knowing they were for you, pathetic,” Draco spat.

“No...” Harry attempted to say.

“Don't lie to me, Potter,” Draco shouted angrily. “I am the one who makes the wank chips.” He held up an invisibility cloak. “From your first shaving wank in the loo of those berks Lorcan and Lysander to your wank on your broom, I was there watching. Those are my memories in all those coins. All of them! How else do you expect them to be perfect? Are you truly that daft?”

Harry's breathing started becoming ragged again. “Leave him out of this, please, Draco.”

Ignoring Harry, Draco continued, wand still directed at Albus. “Which gives me knowledge that you don't have. You see, your son's biggest fantasy, the one that makes him come the hardest and moan the loudest, is one in which you force yourself on him and take his virginity. Ah, yes, sadly he is a virgin, and at that age? Pathetic really.”

Albus flushed and looked at the ground, still trying to catch his breath. “Al?” Harry asked softly, both hoping it was and was not true. Again, he was torn between his desires and the knowledge of what was right.

“Needless to say, he wants you to take him, and you obviously want his arse,” Draco said, seemingly bored. He tossed something at Harry who caught it instantly. Harry looked down at the object in his hand: it was a small copper snake.

“You'll need that. Place it on his tiny cock and it will do the rest. Now, you will forcibly take you son, deposit him on the bench and have your way with him. If I do not believe it to be an authentic rape, there will be consequences.”

Harry was growing more frightened by the second. Was he actually seeing the last few minutes of his life? What was Draco going to do? He had to try to save his son at least.

“What are you going to do with us?” he asked.

Draco looked up at the ceiling. “Hadn't decided yet. I am a killer after all.”

Harry moved his eyes quickly around the room for a way out. Finding none. “If I do this, you have to promise not to kill Al.”

“No! Dad No! Please, just save yourself!”

“Shut it!” barked Draco, threatening the boy with his wand.

“I'll do what ever you want, just don't kill him, please,” Harry pleaded, kneeling on the ground in an effort to appease Draco.

“And my dad, please Professor, don't kill him,” Albus said, crying. “Please,” he begged.

Draco was clearly getting annoyed as both Harry and Albus pleaded for one another. “Fine. Fine just shut the bloody hell up. And, If you give me a good show of it...perhaps I will think about not killing you. But,” he snarled. “I had better believe it.”

Harry looked sheepishly at Albus, who was adamantly pleading for Harry to agree.

“I'm waiting,” Draco said, venomously.

Harry stood on shaking legs. What was he doing? Saving your son, the voice in his head told him. For him to consider this was completely wrong. It was one thing to fantasize about it, masturbate over it, but to act on it was against every one of his morals. His mind flashed back and forth for a way out as he took a tentative step toward Al, who immediately began screaming and thrashing around on the floor. Harry furiously lunged for Draco but was dropped with the same spell. He fought against the effects of the Cruciatus, but was unsuccessful as he writhed and screamed. He barely registered Draco moving around them and speaking, but the pain was too great to listen. After what seemed like hours, the spell was lifted. Harry's head felt like it was splitting, and his nose was bleeding. He'd obviously smacked his nose into the iron bench in his involuntary thrashing. He attempted to calm his breathing as Draco taunted him from somewhere inside the room.

“Do hurry up, Potter. I have other engagements to attend to. By the way, love your invisibility cloak. Far sight better than the one I nicked from the ministry armory.”

Draco was walking around the room, though Harry couldn't tell where. Every muscle in his body protested as he tried to stand and help Albus. He could hear his son's wheezing from a few feet away, and using the bench to help himself stand, he found Al in just the same state he was in. His nose and upper lip were both bloodied.

“If I don't believe it, we'll have to do that all over again. Understood?” Draco said.

Harry tried to speak, but couldn't, so he simply nodded. He limped over to Albus on shaky legs. “You okay, Al?” Harry whispered? Al whimpered in response.

“Al?” Harry called, slightly louder.

“It's okay, D-Dad. I'm sorry I got y-you into this,” he said, shakily.

“Enough pointless babbling!” Draco ordered loudly. “It starts now.”

Al gave Harry a slight wink, and shutting his eyes he turned in the direction he thought he heard Draco. “H-How am I supposed to do this when you've been torturing us? I can't even get an erection, you daft git!”

A firm boot kicked Harry in his side and he fell onto Al. “That really isn't my problem. No more stalling. You start now...” Draco lowered his voice and Harry was sure he was once again smiling. “or else the Cruciatus.”

Harry silently screamed at himself for not following his training and, once again, running full force into a situation without proper support or weaponry. He stood up, coughing up blood. That kick had broken several bones. He grabbed Al by his right foot and stood up to his full height. Looking, before he started waking he dragged Al's limp body over to the bench. Al groaned and pleaded for him to stop. He continued to say how sorry he was, and he wouldn't do it again. Damn, Al must have thought this over for quite some time. If Harry hadn't known it was a lie, he would swear this was for real.

He tried to pick Al up, and Al hit him hard on the side of his face. Well, probably not; that hard at all given their state, but it sure felt like it. And then he heard Al speaking, though his lips didn't move. It had been years since they practiced Legilimency. On those long, dull, hot summer nights they had practiced an obscure form of the spell that enabled them to speak in each others minds – on occasion. Though it took some concentration. How Al had enough strength for it, he didn't know.

'It's okay, Daddy. Really, I do want this, more than anything. Just do it,' Al said, all the while he tried to fight Harry's advancements. 'Sorry if that hurt.'

Harry had no other choice, without a wand or the ability to see Draco, it was this or his son would die. Possibly him too, but he couldn't let Al know that. He smacked Al in the face, and pulled his body up on the bench, letting his back fall over the back of it while he quickly pulled at his trousers.

'Ouch,' Al said playfully, in Harry's mind. Inwardly making Harry smile.

Al's hit his head on the floor, as Harry flung his trainers across the room and began pulling his trousers off. “You like this do you?” Harry snarled, breathlessly. Though, truthfully that was an effect of the Cruciatus curse, rather than supposed arousal. He'd actually heard that line from watching a semi-good quality W-chip of Lucius and Scorpius. One in which Scorpius had wanted to show Harry that it wasn't wrong.

Al continued yelling at Harry to stop, while in Harry's head he heard Al say don't before each vocal stop. It was rather confusing, and Harry had to tell him to shut up. He pulled Al up so his arse was on the bench, and Al started kicking and swinging. Grabbing Al's ankles Harry pulled them in the air, Al dropping to the bench and hung over the back.

Harry felt his lower body hit by an arousal spell, Draco was a sadistic bastard, but he was slightly grateful, as his cock was still limp from the torture. Wrapping his left arm around Al's ankles he held him in place while he unfastened his trousers and pushed them down far enough to free his now half hard cock.

Al continued his begging and his apologizing, attempting unsuccessfully kicking his legs.

“Shut it you bloody sod! You've been needing a good punishment for a long time. Perhaps this will teach you,” he said, stroking his cock to it's full hardness. He lowered himself over Al and reached in his pocket for the copper snake. He pulled it out and sat it on Al's hard cock. He watched as the little snake came to life and wrapped itself around the angled, hard purple head of Al's cock. It pulled itself tightly and moved it's head over the slit at the top of the head. They both looked in almost horror as Al's cock immediately went limp and the snake became a solid piece of copper again.

Sadistic prat, Harry thought. He stood back up and grabbed Al's legs pulling them apart and forcing Al to brace himself on the arms of the iron bench. Positioning his cock at Al's entrance, he willed his body to cast a simple lubricating spell, simultaneously hearing Al in his head doing the same. “Smart kid,” Harry thought. Hearing Al grunt vocally, Harry pushed his cock through the tight hot ring of Al's arse. And gods, did it feel incredible. Harry had only ever been with one person, and it never felt this good. He felt horrible as Al yelled from the pain of being breached. Harry only knew the pain from the dildo he'd been shoving up his arse. He only hoped it was Al who was using the one he'd made in an effort for information. He gritted his teeth and forcefully pushed his cock, filling his son.

Al yelled louder, pleading for him to stop. Continuing in his pleading mantra of, “Please Daddy stop, I'm sorry, I won't do it again, Daddy you're hurting me!” In his head, he heard Al ask for a minute before he started, and then telling Harry he felt awesome.

Harry's waist was forcibly pulled back, and then pushed forward, causing he and Al to groan. Apparently Harry wasn't going fast enough for Draco. The heat and tightness inside Al's body was intense. Harry began pulling back slowly, almost fully out and pushing in with a strong thrust. Al continued crying as Harry quickly found a fast rhythm and began thrusting harder. Each slide inside Al was like sliding into a tight, warm, silky pillow, and he felt the impending eruption growing. He was uttering gibberish he knew, but it felt so incredible he couldn't help it. He only slightly registered Al's cries as his thrusts became more uneven and frantic. He wrapped Al's right leg around his waist while he held left one on his shoulder, thrusting harder and faster. With a loud raspy howl, Harry thrust forward, his body quaking as his cock pumped his come inside Al. Each spurt sent waves of orgasmic bliss from Harry's toes to the ends of the hairs on Harry's head.

When he came down from his orgasmic bliss, he looked down at Al, who was sobbing. He called to Al in his mind, only to hear Al say it was far too quick. Harry felt slighted, and pulled out quickly, throwing Al off the bench and spitting at him. Hopefully that would please Draco. And then he fell face first onto the floor for a second time that day.

“Well, not the best I've seen,” Draco taunted. “But it will have to do.” He pushed Harry over on his back with his foot, smiling down at him.

Harry wasn't totally paralyzed, as he could still move his head. He watched as Draco pulled the memory out of his head and dropped it into the familiar coin with the black thestral in the center. Tapping it with his wand he sealed it.

He held up the coin smiling happily. “Do you know, this will be my crowning achievement? Ah yes. I was commissioned three hundred galleons for this.”

Harry's eyes went wide at this statement. Why would someone want to see him abuse his son? And still he fought against the Petrifying Spell.

Draco looked between Harry and Al. “Oh, yes,” he said, leaning down to be just over Harry's face. “Your son James gave me three hundred galleons to see you rape your youngest son.”

Harry was horrified. James? James wanted him to...

“Ah yes,” Draco said, overly enjoying himself. “What you two must have done to James. Fantastic parenting skills there, Potter. The fact that it wasn't technicality rape...well that will be our little secret.” Draco pulled a toothbrush out of his cloak and sat it on the floor, placing the W-coin on top of it. Standing up he looked at his gold pocket watch, and with a small shoosh of air, the toothbrush and w-coin vanished.

“There, transaction complete,” Draco said, dusting his hands together. Keeping full eye contact with Harry, Draco walked the few steps to Albus' stiff form and straddled him.

“Leave him alone,” Harry warned. “You said you wouldn't kill him.”

“And I intend to keep my promise. I must say it wounds me deeply to think that you distrust me so.” Draco raised one eye to Harry, reaching into his cloak and pulling out a shiny silver dagger. The predatory expression on his face was horrifying. He leaned over Albus' body, Al yelling for Harry to help him.

“I will fucking kill you, you sick bastard if you touch him!” Harry threatened. “You want to hurt someone hurt me. He didn't do anything wrong.”

Draco stood up glaring at Harry. “The fuck he didn't. He's just like all those little bastards. And given a chance he would have let my father shag him, too. Don't think for a moment I don't know what was going on in their heads.”

“Your...what has Lucius have to do with any of this?” Harry asked incredulously. He was pretty adept in talking through a hostage situation. His training again pushed through to the front of his mind: Keep the perpetrator off subject in hopes he'll slip or forget what he was about to do. Or best case scenario, he change his mind.

“Clever, Potter. Very clever. But I suppose I can give you a bone. You see, my father was defiling our family name by bedding those boys. If the Dark Lord was still around, they would all have these,” Draco said, pulling up his sleeve uncovering the faded dark mark. "Every one of those boys, he bedded. Filth they were,” he shouted angrily, spit flying over the front of him. “Shagging Mudbloods, and that bloody Muggle. A Muggle, I ask you?” Draco spat to the side of him. Looking back at Harry his eyes were red with rage.

“And that...bastard had the gall to bed my son. MY SON!” he shouted. “Well, I can't have that now can I?”

Before Harry could answer, Draco moved quickly over Albus, who screamed again for Harry to help him. Draco bent down, and after a quick flick of his knife, stood back up. Al was screaming in pain.

“You fucking bastard! I am going to kill you!” Harry bellowed, through tears, completely helpless in saving the mad man from mutilating his son. “Leave him alone! Al? Al?” Harry called.

“You see,” Draco said, in an oddly calm raspy voice and holding Al's bollocks before his eyes. “I must have my trophy.” Looking back at Harry he pulled a small pouch out of his cloak and opened it. Harry noticed as Draco dropped the organ inside, that it had Albus' name on it. Pulling the drawstring, he placed it inside his cloak pocket and walked over to Harry.

“Interesting thing about this knife, Potter,” Draco said, holding the knife in front of his eyes examining it like it were a fine piece of art. “It predates even Salazar. Not that I'd expect you to know this, as you never paid attention in History of Magic. It's has such old magical properties, that it's effects can't be countered.” Looking back at Harry, he spoke louder.

Al continued screaming in pain, and Harry tried to reach out to him in their special Legilimency, but couldn't get through to his agonized son.

“As it cuts, it also seals the wound, so there's no blood loss. There is however a small window in which you can regrow the detached limb or organ, it's only about a three minute window but it's a window none the less.” He bend down over Harry's body, giving Harry a look.

Harry's heart was pounding harder, and through his rage he was able to move his toes, slightly. The spell was far stronger than he was. Al was still screaming in pain, and dread filled Harry as Draco was now bent over him. Draco lowered the knife, eying Harry's exposed sated cock. He rubbed his hand around Harry's bollocks and up his shaft, closing his fingers around it and pulling up.

“Get the fuck off me!” Harry roared. “When I get out of hear, I swear I will kill you.”

“You can try,” Draco said, with a wink.

Draco started stroking Harry, and Harry willed his body not to respond. But his efforts were for nothing, as he was now fully hard. Draco let his cock flop back to his belly. “Not really impressive, Potter. As much as you and everyone things you're all that special, Goyle was not only bigger but his at least looked like it belonged to a man. Pitty,” Draco taunted, wrapping his hand around the top of Harry's bollocks, pulling them painfully downward.

“You fucking git, if you do this so help me I will not stop until I strangle you myself,” Harry cried, tears running down his cheeks.

“It would be...out of character,” Draco said nonchalantly.

Harry felt pain like he'd never felt in his life as Draco's blade cut through his flesh. The earlier Cruciatus was a mild headache compared to this. He screamed in agony as Draco stood and examined Harry's bollocks before dropping it into a pouch with Harry's name on it.

Draco set a log, which he conjured out of air, between Harry and Al, though Harry just barely saw it as his eyes were going from open to tightly shut from the shear agony. He forced his eyes open, attempting to speak. “I-I'm going to k-kill you, you fuck!” he roared.

Drawing his cloak around his neck, Draco smiled down at him. “I think not. Obliviate ."

~ ~ tbc ~ ~