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Back Again
A/N: Please forgive me for not updating sooner. Have been going through a ruff patch. Along with a few writers block. I have spend about a whole month, writing and re-writing this chapter over and over again. I am not really good at writing about someone being torture or abuse for that matter. But I hope you enjoy it, and let me know how I did. ^_^
Enjoy!!! ^_~
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'Thoughts'
"Talking"
~Parselmouth~
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Chapter 11: Back Again
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Sirius apparated in the middle of Hogsmade, ready for a fight, only to find that the fight had already ended. Auror's were finishing up, portkeying the last remaining Death Eaters. He had been detain at the Ministry, finishing up paperwork for the use of so many portkey's being used at once, and making sure there were rooms enough for all the Death Eater's that had been restrain.
Looking around he spotted Remus, Severus and Minerva surrounded by Harry's classmates and Tonks. Walking over, he was first notice by his cousin Tonks, who elbowed Remus on the ribs, startling him from his discussion, he was planning with Severus and Draco on a way to rescue Lucretius, without outing both Severus and Lucius to the Dark Lord. Looking up in the direction she motion with her head, he finally spotted Sirius. Everyone fallow his lead they all notice Sirius, and almost instantly blanched.
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Groaning softly Lucretius slowly opened his eye's, at first everything was dark. He could feel that both his arms were being restrained as well as both his legs, in an X form. His head was throbbing from the blow to it the very moment he was apparated to... well where ever the hell he was being held.
Suddenly the room was bright, Harry instinctively closed his eye's to protect them from the bright lights. Slowly adjusting to the lights, he looked around him, the best he could. He could see that he was in a Ball-like-room, he was surrounded by death eater's and in front of him was non other then Lord Voldemort himself. Tall about 6'1", salt and pepper wavy hair, blood red eyes.
Seeing a craze look in the dark lords eye's along with lust horrified Harry to no end. That look made him look down to his body only to see that he was completely naked. He started to panic, his breathing was coming in fast short breath. He tried with all his might to calm down and control his breathing, slowly he achieved it. Once he was able to have control over his body again, was when he notice, that most of the death eater's were laughing and dear Voldemort was giving him an evil malicious smile.
"Let me guess. You're expecting your friends to save you. Any minute, they will come bursting in here to rescue you. Am I right?" Voldemort laughed again- a harsh, barbaric sound that sent shivers down Harry's back.
"No Tom," his voice thankfully was strong and steady, though he couldn't help worry as to why he was naked. "My friends are not coming to my rescue, that I do know for a fact. But I will be out of this pathetic place you call your palace!" he sneer, "You can try, but you will fail. So please, do try your worst." He challenge.
Lucius, who was in the crowd gritted his teeth. 'What is that stupid boy thinking, challenging the Dark Lord like this.' He thought to himself, 'Son, please be careful.' He pleased in the dept's of his own mind for his youngest son.
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After Harry challenged Voldemort with his word, he spoke no other words to the Dark Lord... or any other person for that matter. He took very thing that came to him, without pleading, like he truly wanted to do; though he wasn't able to restrain in the screams that escaped his lips from the pain he was experiencing.
He had been tortured for the past six hours. He felt weak, only the invisible ropes was what kept him from curling in on himself on the cold stone floor. He was still in the same room he had woken in, only he was no longer with company. The last Death Eater that was "playing" with him left about twenty minutes ago. He had endured so many Cruciatus Curse, along with the Insects Repo Somes. Which was disgusting to him. He would rather go through the Crucio any time. He felt like he had about a million bugs crawling under his skin.
Fifteen minutes later a door on Harry's far right side opened, to reveal the one and only Tom Riddle. Voldemort walked over to where Harry was still restrain, in the middle of the room. It wasn't until Voldemort was closer that Harry notice a tray floating behind Tom, and on it...
Harry shuddered.
On it were all manner of punishment devices, lined up neatly as if on display.
"My godfathers are going to kill you," Harry warned with a confidence he was far from feeling. 'Where were his godfathers and father?'
Voldemort answer this with a smile. ~Your Godfather isn't going to find you here. You're in for an eternity of pain and torture, half blood, and anything else I want before I decide to kill you.~ He hissed
Harry said nothing, his expression betraying no emotion. While he struggled to control his rising fear, he felt more then anything, puzzled. 'Why do I feel this sudden fear of him, but at the same time I Know that I am not afraid of him?' he asked himself.
Smirking, the Dark Lord reach down and touched Harry's cock, with the tip of his cold long pale fingers, but Harry showed no independent sign of arousal.
"Let me guess. I'm not your type?" He laughed- a harsh, barbaric sound that sent shivers down the young man's back.
Harry made no reply, staring back icily at him.
Voldemort turned to the floating tray, picked something from with in it, before he turned to face Harry once more. He held up a long, thick paddle: black, with emeralds imbedded in it in the form of a V.
"This is a paddle..."
"No shit, you half blood wanna be pureblooded bastard!" Harry growled angrily. Interrupting Tom's explanation.
"Ohhhh," Voldemort laughed brokenly. "I'm really going to enjoy this."
He walked slowly towards the young Slytherin, paddle in hand, the fearsome look on his face terrifying the bound younger Slytherin; till he was standing behind Harry.
Closing his eyes, he tried to link his mind to Draco's, sending him an image of what Voldemort had in mind for him. He knew he didn't need to plead for help; if his brother got the image, he knew both his father and godfather Severus would come before Voldemort was able to rape him. He also knew that he could and would get away before then.
He steeled himself for what he knew would be nearly unbearable pain.
His prediction was not in error. With savage force, Voldemort brought the paddle down on Harry arse, giving the dark headed boy his first real taste of hardcore punishment. Vernon's abuse didn't compare to all the things Voldemort was going and doing to him. He gasped in both surprise and pain, as the V shaped emeralds bit down on his skin painfully.
~Yesss,~ Voldemort whispered(hissed), delighted with the younger Slytherin's reaction. "Go ahead and scream. I would love to hear that sound come from you. Knowing that it's because of me." He laughed cruelly.
He pause for a moment, resting the paddle gently against Harry's buttocks tantalizingly, his hands starting to tremble. Then, with lighting speed, he whipped his arm back and brought the paddle down with another excruciating blow.
Whack!
Another pained gasped. Harry refuse to give Voldemort the pleasure of hearing him scream. Though his eyes were starting to mist a bit.
"Scream for me Potter! I want to hear you scream!"
Whack!
A whimper escaped Harry's lips.
Whack!
Laughter from Voldemort, whimpers from Harry could be heard along with another excruciating blow.
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
WHACK!!!
He screamed-- or someone near him did; he was too disoriented from the pain to make the distinction.
~Yesss,~ Voldemort hissed delighted with the boy-who-lived's scream. ~Scream for me. I like the sound of it. It's rather arousing.~
Harry's buttocks were bloody already. Blood was running down from his butt cheeks, where the shape of the V was now on both his buttocks, down his strong and smooth thighs.
Whack!
Harry screamed again, his eyes rolling back. Tears running down his eyes.
Whack!
Whack!
He screamed with every blow. This time his cries ending in anguished sobs, despite all his intentions not to let Tom see him cry. The pain was beyond comprehension.
Voldemort smiled down at the young Slytherin's pain, he struck him again, and laughed evilly at his agonized scream and tear-choked cries. Punishing Harry was immensely arousing, no question.
As he rested the paddle threateningly on his bottom between strikes, he fondled himself, his engorged cock easily accessible in his loose, silken trousers. When he got tired of paddling Potter, he finally put down the paddle on the still floating tray, that was in front of Harry.
Harry's eyes widened when he notice, Voldemorts erected cock. Following Harry's line of sight, he began to laugh brokenly once more.
"I'm going to fuck you all night, until you're raw. Then I'll rough you up inside and take you again, 'After I punish you first. I'll fuck you until I'm tired of you and then I'll kill you." He whispered his promise into the youth's ear, his deep voice strangely sensual, creating a disturbing incongruence between his erotic delivery(he was now thrusting into Harry's thighs) and the eerie content of his speech.
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Draco, suddenly froze in his speech, with the Order of the Phoenix. Everyone around him, looked from him to all around, amongst themselves. Lucius along with Severus walked over to him. Lifting his chin up, both Lucius and Severus gasp, at what the saw. Draco's eyes were completely white, as if you had gone blind.
"What is it?" asked both Sirius and Dumbledore, worriedly.
Stepping away from Draco, though Lucius keep a hold onto Draco's chin, everyone around them gasp as well. Fred got up from his chair and rushed over to his boyfriend's side.
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"So, after father's in the throne room," Draco repeating their plan to rescue his baby brother; "Uncle Severus you...." Suddenly, he saw a bright, pristine light before him, obscuring his vision. As it faded, he saw Harry. Restrained. Naked. And then Voldemort, standing next to him. The Dark Lord was laughing, taunting him. The image shifted, becoming less distinct. Then, he saw a tall figure, naked, behind his twin brother. Slowly, the image, coming into focus, showed Voldemort, penetrating his younger brother, who was all bloody, and tear stained.
In the next instant, the vision was gone.
The Order of the Phoenix still sat in their chairs, with the exception of his father and godfather, who were standing next to him worriedly. And Fred, of course, whom was in front of him, holding him for dear life.
Draco jumped up from his chair, tears already forming in his eyes. Before he could say anything, he was bombarded with questions, from everyone present.
Frustrated with them, he yelled "WHOULD YOU SHUT THE BLOODY HELL UP!!!" The room went completely silent. Taking a deep breath, to calm his nerves and frustration away, he took another one for good measure. Then began to explain what he saw, in his vision. Explaining that Harry sometimes had them, which were also what saved his life in more then one occasion.
"Maybe he's developed his gift. I know it was him sending the visions. It's just that... well, he's never done it before, so it must mean that his gift is developing more. Right?" He asked his father.
Both George and Jason were holding each other tightly, tears running down George's cheeks. He couldn't believe that Harry was being or was going to be raped. He blamed himself for running over to the two death eater that had cornered Jason.
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Harry was aware that Voldemort had left for a moment. After enduring countless of the Illusions Igneus Vas Curse, the Cruciatus Curse, and let's not forget the punishments. He's been whipped for hours with a Dressage Whip with a leather lash on the tip, carved with a knife, and branded with the initials of Tom Riddle's. It was the hot poker that finally took Harry to blissful darkness. Know here he was, waiting for the bastard to return.
"Shall we continue?" taunted Voldemort, from some where behind him.
"Your a fucking asshole." Harry said through clenched teeth.
"I told you not to speak and to address me as Master!"
"How can I address you as Master if I'm not suppose to speak, you bloody retard?"
At these words, Lord Voldemort strode forward and unleashed his fury onto his captive's backside with a full-sized whip(Kangaroo Hide Bullwhip), immediately drawing blood. Harry screamed in anguish, having never before experienced the searing pain of a full-sized whip.
"Who's the idiot now? What kind of imbecile provokes the hand that's about to torture him?"
Unable to articulate a response that actually included words, Harry simply wailed his frustration and agony as the Dark Lord burned new tracks of pain into his already severely punished flesh, adding to his misery a savage whipping that extended from his back down to his thighs. It was horrible, beyond even his wildest imaginings.
The pain was so intense, so unbelievable overwhelming, that he began to drift in and out of consciousness. After what felt like an eternity. He eventually became aware that the whipping had ceased. He felt light-headed and cold, he started to wondered whether he would bleed to death.
His thoughts were interrupted by the evil cackles coming from the evilest Wizard to ever have walk in this world. ~Salazard's,~ Voldemort moaned, ~You truly are arousing, when you scream so pretty, under my hands.~ He hissed huskily, fondling himself.
~Fuck you! You bloody bastard!~ Harry said, a bit hoarsely, after so many hours of screaming, it left his throat raw. Though Voldemort had healed it a couple of time; in order to hear him scream so beautifully, he had said.
"I see. It seems, you are still in great need of punishment." Voldemort stated in a musing tone. With that said, he took out his wand with lightning speed and yelled, "Nails Aufero."
Harry scream in agony as his left pinky nail, started to slowly peal off his finger, follow closely by his right pinky. Little by little, for almost an hour this process continue, until Harry no longer had finger nails, or toe nails.
Looking down, Harry could see that he was now standing in a puddle of his own blood. Voldemort moved behind him, Harry could hear the soft sound, of the other wizards clothing's being removed. ~I'm going to fucking kill you when I get out of here...~ He gasped out, between clenched teeth, biting down the pain, in order to make is promise known to Voldemort. But before he could finish the door to his far right banged open. There, in the door way stood his father.
Upon seeing the damage done to is baby boy, Lucius had to grit his teeth down hard, in order not to pull out his wand, and doing something stupid that would got both him and his son killed.
"My Lord!" He said urgently, rushing over to his "master". Once there, he made sure that he distracted Voldemort, slowly manoeuvring(UK spelling; maneuvering for those in the US) him to face the other way, away from the still open door.
Harry notice this, and quickly looked over to the door. There, stood another person. Severus quickly started to cast, spells after spells, to heal most of the damage done to the boy. Well, more like stop the bleeding from most of his damaged body, Harry observed, his body was still in pain, and his body still bared the marks of his torture. But before Severus was able to loosened the bounds holding him captive, Voldemort turned to face the younger Slytherin.
"Would you care to share this fine toy with me, my most loyal minion?"
Sickened by the thought, Lucius quickly declined, saying that he had plans with Narcissa in less then ten minutes, and quickly left with out a backwards glance.
Walking behind the boy once more, he finished disrobing. Raising his wand, Voldemort removed the bounds holding Harry on the spot, still in the middle of the throne room. Harry, surprise by the sudden, lack of support fell to the floor in a heap. Seeing this Voldemort laughed happily, self satisfy by his handy work on the great and mighty Boy-Who-Lived.
It took Harry a minute, to regain his self-control. Quickly he transformed in to his Animagus form.
Surprise to see that the boy still had strength to change form, Voldemort was shocked to see the boys Animagus form.
There stood, in the place of the handsome young man, a Siberian Tiger with sapphire eyes.
Growling loudly, Harry leaped on top of the shocked Dark Lord. He quickly sank his teeth into Voldemort's fleshed. He ripped a chunk of Toms chest and neck, but before he was able to kill him, Voldemort apparated away. This made Harry to growled loudly once again, only this time in frustration.
Gathering the last of his strength, Harry took off, out the door, which he open with wandless and wordless magic.
As soon as he was out, and away from the Riddle Manor, Harry Disapparated out of there.
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"WHAT!" Yelled George, upon hearing what had happen, after Lucius and Severus got back from their mission to rescue Harry.
"Father! You have to go back! You can't leave him there." Stressed Draco. He couldn't believe that both his father and godfather had left Harry bound, when Voldemort had told Lucius about his plans of raping Lucretius.
"We couldn't do anything else! Harry's a strong Wizard. He'll be able to escape, now that most of his wounds have been taken care of....." He was interrupted by a loud popping and crashing sound.
Everyone in the kitchen of headquarter of the Order of the Phoenix, at Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place; looked at one another, perplex, as to what was going on, what the noise had been.
Everyone wordlessly took out their wands out. Lucius, Severus, Sirius, Author, Fred, George, Blaise, Jason and Neville headed slowly out of the kitchen to investigate, the source of the apparition pop and crashing sounds.
Pansy, Vincent, Gregory, Bill, Charlie, Hermione, Dean and Seamus guarded the entrance to the kitchen, while everyone else held their wand pointing at the entrance, or the windows at the ready.
Lucius, Severus, Sirius, Author, Fred, George, Blaise, Jason and Neville all looked on in shock, most let out gasps of shock and surprise, upon see the great Siberian Tiger on the floor, bleeding heavily once more. The trip, plus the run away from Riddle Manor, had reopened the wounds. Author shouted for Molly, and for someone to contact Madam Pomphrey immediately. Almost everyone came running from the kitchen, when they hear the shout from George of, "Harry!!!"
The tiger lifted his head, looked around. 'Thank Merlin! I safe' He thought with a great sigh of relief. He tucked he great tiger head, tiredly on George's lap. Summoning the last of his power, he once more turn to his human form.
He was still naked, and so you could see, clearly all the damage done to his body. George quickly conjure up a small towel to cover his private bits. Tears rolling down his cheeks. Jason came over and stood next to him, running his hand, up and down on George's back.
Loud Gasps of surprise, was heard from almost everyone, some cussed brilliantly, others(like the women) burst into tears, and Molly went into mother-healer mode, she quickly fell to her knees, whipping out her wand. They could all see that Harry was missing all of his fingers and toes nails. From the continuing of his body spasming, they could tell that he'd been under the Cruciatus Curse for long period times.
First, she started to cast diagnostic spells, once she had an idea, of the damage done, she started to heal what she could, thankfully Madam Pomphrey got there as Molly was finishing casting the last spell.
Pomphrey, thank Molly for her well done work. Then cast a stronger more advance diagnostic spell. She started murmuring angrily to herself, when she got the results back. She started healing, and vanishing all his wounds and scars from his chest, legs, hand and feet. Administering potion after potion, from blood replenishing, to re-growth nails potion, to muscles relaxation.
Once done with that, she asked George and Jason to help her turn him over onto his stomach, slowly and carefully. Once down, everyone was stun to see his back, thighs, and buttocks. His back was unrecognizable, it looked more like ground beef than a humans back. His buttocks were eaten up in the form of a V. But was truly got the Malfoy and George growling in complete fury was, when they notice the initials of Voldemort's birth name. *TR* As if Harry was his property. His slave. His pet.
Quickly Madam Pomphfrey went to work on healing the wounds. When she was finished casting healing spells, she ordered Lucius to take Harry into a room, and apply some ointment on every scar to help get rid of them, and prevent scaring. Only the initials, would be the only thing to remain. Voldemort made sure of that.
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A/N: Insects repo somes(Insects crawling body): A hex that makes you feel hundreds upon hundreds of bugs crawling under your skin, into your muscle tissues.
Illusions igneus vas (Illusions burning vessels): A curse that makes your mind believe that your blood in boiling from within.
Nails Aufero(Nails Remover): A curse that slowly removes your nails.
If you would like to see a picture of the whip Voldemort used on Harry go to this site: http://www.aussiewhipmaker.com/Kangaroo-Hide-Bullwhip-12-Plait.htm
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'Thoughts'
"Talking"
~Parselmouth~
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Chapter 11: Back Again
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Sirius apparated in the middle of Hogsmade, ready for a fight, only to find that the fight had already ended. Auror's were finishing up, portkeying the last remaining Death Eaters. He had been detain at the Ministry, finishing up paperwork for the use of so many portkey's being used at once, and making sure there were rooms enough for all the Death Eater's that had been restrain.
Looking around he spotted Remus, Severus and Minerva surrounded by Harry's classmates and Tonks. Walking over, he was first notice by his cousin Tonks, who elbowed Remus on the ribs, startling him from his discussion, he was planning with Severus and Draco on a way to rescue Lucretius, without outing both Severus and Lucius to the Dark Lord. Looking up in the direction she motion with her head, he finally spotted Sirius. Everyone fallow his lead they all notice Sirius, and almost instantly blanched.
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Groaning softly Lucretius slowly opened his eye's, at first everything was dark. He could feel that both his arms were being restrained as well as both his legs, in an X form. His head was throbbing from the blow to it the very moment he was apparated to... well where ever the hell he was being held.
Suddenly the room was bright, Harry instinctively closed his eye's to protect them from the bright lights. Slowly adjusting to the lights, he looked around him, the best he could. He could see that he was in a Ball-like-room, he was surrounded by death eater's and in front of him was non other then Lord Voldemort himself. Tall about 6'1", salt and pepper wavy hair, blood red eyes.
Seeing a craze look in the dark lords eye's along with lust horrified Harry to no end. That look made him look down to his body only to see that he was completely naked. He started to panic, his breathing was coming in fast short breath. He tried with all his might to calm down and control his breathing, slowly he achieved it. Once he was able to have control over his body again, was when he notice, that most of the death eater's were laughing and dear Voldemort was giving him an evil malicious smile.
"Let me guess. You're expecting your friends to save you. Any minute, they will come bursting in here to rescue you. Am I right?" Voldemort laughed again- a harsh, barbaric sound that sent shivers down Harry's back.
"No Tom," his voice thankfully was strong and steady, though he couldn't help worry as to why he was naked. "My friends are not coming to my rescue, that I do know for a fact. But I will be out of this pathetic place you call your palace!" he sneer, "You can try, but you will fail. So please, do try your worst." He challenge.
Lucius, who was in the crowd gritted his teeth. 'What is that stupid boy thinking, challenging the Dark Lord like this.' He thought to himself, 'Son, please be careful.' He pleased in the dept's of his own mind for his youngest son.
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After Harry challenged Voldemort with his word, he spoke no other words to the Dark Lord... or any other person for that matter. He took very thing that came to him, without pleading, like he truly wanted to do; though he wasn't able to restrain in the screams that escaped his lips from the pain he was experiencing.
He had been tortured for the past six hours. He felt weak, only the invisible ropes was what kept him from curling in on himself on the cold stone floor. He was still in the same room he had woken in, only he was no longer with company. The last Death Eater that was "playing" with him left about twenty minutes ago. He had endured so many Cruciatus Curse, along with the Insects Repo Somes. Which was disgusting to him. He would rather go through the Crucio any time. He felt like he had about a million bugs crawling under his skin.
Fifteen minutes later a door on Harry's far right side opened, to reveal the one and only Tom Riddle. Voldemort walked over to where Harry was still restrain, in the middle of the room. It wasn't until Voldemort was closer that Harry notice a tray floating behind Tom, and on it...
Harry shuddered.
On it were all manner of punishment devices, lined up neatly as if on display.
"My godfathers are going to kill you," Harry warned with a confidence he was far from feeling. 'Where were his godfathers and father?'
Voldemort answer this with a smile. ~Your Godfather isn't going to find you here. You're in for an eternity of pain and torture, half blood, and anything else I want before I decide to kill you.~ He hissed
Harry said nothing, his expression betraying no emotion. While he struggled to control his rising fear, he felt more then anything, puzzled. 'Why do I feel this sudden fear of him, but at the same time I Know that I am not afraid of him?' he asked himself.
Smirking, the Dark Lord reach down and touched Harry's cock, with the tip of his cold long pale fingers, but Harry showed no independent sign of arousal.
"Let me guess. I'm not your type?" He laughed- a harsh, barbaric sound that sent shivers down the young man's back.
Harry made no reply, staring back icily at him.
Voldemort turned to the floating tray, picked something from with in it, before he turned to face Harry once more. He held up a long, thick paddle: black, with emeralds imbedded in it in the form of a V.
"This is a paddle..."
"No shit, you half blood wanna be pureblooded bastard!" Harry growled angrily. Interrupting Tom's explanation.
"Ohhhh," Voldemort laughed brokenly. "I'm really going to enjoy this."
He walked slowly towards the young Slytherin, paddle in hand, the fearsome look on his face terrifying the bound younger Slytherin; till he was standing behind Harry.
Closing his eyes, he tried to link his mind to Draco's, sending him an image of what Voldemort had in mind for him. He knew he didn't need to plead for help; if his brother got the image, he knew both his father and godfather Severus would come before Voldemort was able to rape him. He also knew that he could and would get away before then.
He steeled himself for what he knew would be nearly unbearable pain.
His prediction was not in error. With savage force, Voldemort brought the paddle down on Harry arse, giving the dark headed boy his first real taste of hardcore punishment. Vernon's abuse didn't compare to all the things Voldemort was going and doing to him. He gasped in both surprise and pain, as the V shaped emeralds bit down on his skin painfully.
~Yesss,~ Voldemort whispered(hissed), delighted with the younger Slytherin's reaction. "Go ahead and scream. I would love to hear that sound come from you. Knowing that it's because of me." He laughed cruelly.
He pause for a moment, resting the paddle gently against Harry's buttocks tantalizingly, his hands starting to tremble. Then, with lighting speed, he whipped his arm back and brought the paddle down with another excruciating blow.
Whack!
Another pained gasped. Harry refuse to give Voldemort the pleasure of hearing him scream. Though his eyes were starting to mist a bit.
"Scream for me Potter! I want to hear you scream!"
Whack!
A whimper escaped Harry's lips.
Whack!
Laughter from Voldemort, whimpers from Harry could be heard along with another excruciating blow.
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
WHACK!!!
He screamed-- or someone near him did; he was too disoriented from the pain to make the distinction.
~Yesss,~ Voldemort hissed delighted with the boy-who-lived's scream. ~Scream for me. I like the sound of it. It's rather arousing.~
Harry's buttocks were bloody already. Blood was running down from his butt cheeks, where the shape of the V was now on both his buttocks, down his strong and smooth thighs.
Whack!
Harry screamed again, his eyes rolling back. Tears running down his eyes.
Whack!
Whack!
He screamed with every blow. This time his cries ending in anguished sobs, despite all his intentions not to let Tom see him cry. The pain was beyond comprehension.
Voldemort smiled down at the young Slytherin's pain, he struck him again, and laughed evilly at his agonized scream and tear-choked cries. Punishing Harry was immensely arousing, no question.
As he rested the paddle threateningly on his bottom between strikes, he fondled himself, his engorged cock easily accessible in his loose, silken trousers. When he got tired of paddling Potter, he finally put down the paddle on the still floating tray, that was in front of Harry.
Harry's eyes widened when he notice, Voldemorts erected cock. Following Harry's line of sight, he began to laugh brokenly once more.
"I'm going to fuck you all night, until you're raw. Then I'll rough you up inside and take you again, 'After I punish you first. I'll fuck you until I'm tired of you and then I'll kill you." He whispered his promise into the youth's ear, his deep voice strangely sensual, creating a disturbing incongruence between his erotic delivery(he was now thrusting into Harry's thighs) and the eerie content of his speech.
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Draco, suddenly froze in his speech, with the Order of the Phoenix. Everyone around him, looked from him to all around, amongst themselves. Lucius along with Severus walked over to him. Lifting his chin up, both Lucius and Severus gasp, at what the saw. Draco's eyes were completely white, as if you had gone blind.
"What is it?" asked both Sirius and Dumbledore, worriedly.
Stepping away from Draco, though Lucius keep a hold onto Draco's chin, everyone around them gasp as well. Fred got up from his chair and rushed over to his boyfriend's side.
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"So, after father's in the throne room," Draco repeating their plan to rescue his baby brother; "Uncle Severus you...." Suddenly, he saw a bright, pristine light before him, obscuring his vision. As it faded, he saw Harry. Restrained. Naked. And then Voldemort, standing next to him. The Dark Lord was laughing, taunting him. The image shifted, becoming less distinct. Then, he saw a tall figure, naked, behind his twin brother. Slowly, the image, coming into focus, showed Voldemort, penetrating his younger brother, who was all bloody, and tear stained.
In the next instant, the vision was gone.
The Order of the Phoenix still sat in their chairs, with the exception of his father and godfather, who were standing next to him worriedly. And Fred, of course, whom was in front of him, holding him for dear life.
Draco jumped up from his chair, tears already forming in his eyes. Before he could say anything, he was bombarded with questions, from everyone present.
Frustrated with them, he yelled "WHOULD YOU SHUT THE BLOODY HELL UP!!!" The room went completely silent. Taking a deep breath, to calm his nerves and frustration away, he took another one for good measure. Then began to explain what he saw, in his vision. Explaining that Harry sometimes had them, which were also what saved his life in more then one occasion.
"Maybe he's developed his gift. I know it was him sending the visions. It's just that... well, he's never done it before, so it must mean that his gift is developing more. Right?" He asked his father.
Both George and Jason were holding each other tightly, tears running down George's cheeks. He couldn't believe that Harry was being or was going to be raped. He blamed himself for running over to the two death eater that had cornered Jason.
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Harry was aware that Voldemort had left for a moment. After enduring countless of the Illusions Igneus Vas Curse, the Cruciatus Curse, and let's not forget the punishments. He's been whipped for hours with a Dressage Whip with a leather lash on the tip, carved with a knife, and branded with the initials of Tom Riddle's. It was the hot poker that finally took Harry to blissful darkness. Know here he was, waiting for the bastard to return.
"Shall we continue?" taunted Voldemort, from some where behind him.
"Your a fucking asshole." Harry said through clenched teeth.
"I told you not to speak and to address me as Master!"
"How can I address you as Master if I'm not suppose to speak, you bloody retard?"
At these words, Lord Voldemort strode forward and unleashed his fury onto his captive's backside with a full-sized whip(Kangaroo Hide Bullwhip), immediately drawing blood. Harry screamed in anguish, having never before experienced the searing pain of a full-sized whip.
"Who's the idiot now? What kind of imbecile provokes the hand that's about to torture him?"
Unable to articulate a response that actually included words, Harry simply wailed his frustration and agony as the Dark Lord burned new tracks of pain into his already severely punished flesh, adding to his misery a savage whipping that extended from his back down to his thighs. It was horrible, beyond even his wildest imaginings.
The pain was so intense, so unbelievable overwhelming, that he began to drift in and out of consciousness. After what felt like an eternity. He eventually became aware that the whipping had ceased. He felt light-headed and cold, he started to wondered whether he would bleed to death.
His thoughts were interrupted by the evil cackles coming from the evilest Wizard to ever have walk in this world. ~Salazard's,~ Voldemort moaned, ~You truly are arousing, when you scream so pretty, under my hands.~ He hissed huskily, fondling himself.
~Fuck you! You bloody bastard!~ Harry said, a bit hoarsely, after so many hours of screaming, it left his throat raw. Though Voldemort had healed it a couple of time; in order to hear him scream so beautifully, he had said.
"I see. It seems, you are still in great need of punishment." Voldemort stated in a musing tone. With that said, he took out his wand with lightning speed and yelled, "Nails Aufero."
Harry scream in agony as his left pinky nail, started to slowly peal off his finger, follow closely by his right pinky. Little by little, for almost an hour this process continue, until Harry no longer had finger nails, or toe nails.
Looking down, Harry could see that he was now standing in a puddle of his own blood. Voldemort moved behind him, Harry could hear the soft sound, of the other wizards clothing's being removed. ~I'm going to fucking kill you when I get out of here...~ He gasped out, between clenched teeth, biting down the pain, in order to make is promise known to Voldemort. But before he could finish the door to his far right banged open. There, in the door way stood his father.
Upon seeing the damage done to is baby boy, Lucius had to grit his teeth down hard, in order not to pull out his wand, and doing something stupid that would got both him and his son killed.
"My Lord!" He said urgently, rushing over to his "master". Once there, he made sure that he distracted Voldemort, slowly manoeuvring(UK spelling; maneuvering for those in the US) him to face the other way, away from the still open door.
Harry notice this, and quickly looked over to the door. There, stood another person. Severus quickly started to cast, spells after spells, to heal most of the damage done to the boy. Well, more like stop the bleeding from most of his damaged body, Harry observed, his body was still in pain, and his body still bared the marks of his torture. But before Severus was able to loosened the bounds holding him captive, Voldemort turned to face the younger Slytherin.
"Would you care to share this fine toy with me, my most loyal minion?"
Sickened by the thought, Lucius quickly declined, saying that he had plans with Narcissa in less then ten minutes, and quickly left with out a backwards glance.
Walking behind the boy once more, he finished disrobing. Raising his wand, Voldemort removed the bounds holding Harry on the spot, still in the middle of the throne room. Harry, surprise by the sudden, lack of support fell to the floor in a heap. Seeing this Voldemort laughed happily, self satisfy by his handy work on the great and mighty Boy-Who-Lived.
It took Harry a minute, to regain his self-control. Quickly he transformed in to his Animagus form.
Surprise to see that the boy still had strength to change form, Voldemort was shocked to see the boys Animagus form.
There stood, in the place of the handsome young man, a Siberian Tiger with sapphire eyes.
Growling loudly, Harry leaped on top of the shocked Dark Lord. He quickly sank his teeth into Voldemort's fleshed. He ripped a chunk of Toms chest and neck, but before he was able to kill him, Voldemort apparated away. This made Harry to growled loudly once again, only this time in frustration.
Gathering the last of his strength, Harry took off, out the door, which he open with wandless and wordless magic.
As soon as he was out, and away from the Riddle Manor, Harry Disapparated out of there.
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"WHAT!" Yelled George, upon hearing what had happen, after Lucius and Severus got back from their mission to rescue Harry.
"Father! You have to go back! You can't leave him there." Stressed Draco. He couldn't believe that both his father and godfather had left Harry bound, when Voldemort had told Lucius about his plans of raping Lucretius.
"We couldn't do anything else! Harry's a strong Wizard. He'll be able to escape, now that most of his wounds have been taken care of....." He was interrupted by a loud popping and crashing sound.
Everyone in the kitchen of headquarter of the Order of the Phoenix, at Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place; looked at one another, perplex, as to what was going on, what the noise had been.
Everyone wordlessly took out their wands out. Lucius, Severus, Sirius, Author, Fred, George, Blaise, Jason and Neville headed slowly out of the kitchen to investigate, the source of the apparition pop and crashing sounds.
Pansy, Vincent, Gregory, Bill, Charlie, Hermione, Dean and Seamus guarded the entrance to the kitchen, while everyone else held their wand pointing at the entrance, or the windows at the ready.
Lucius, Severus, Sirius, Author, Fred, George, Blaise, Jason and Neville all looked on in shock, most let out gasps of shock and surprise, upon see the great Siberian Tiger on the floor, bleeding heavily once more. The trip, plus the run away from Riddle Manor, had reopened the wounds. Author shouted for Molly, and for someone to contact Madam Pomphrey immediately. Almost everyone came running from the kitchen, when they hear the shout from George of, "Harry!!!"
The tiger lifted his head, looked around. 'Thank Merlin! I safe' He thought with a great sigh of relief. He tucked he great tiger head, tiredly on George's lap. Summoning the last of his power, he once more turn to his human form.
He was still naked, and so you could see, clearly all the damage done to his body. George quickly conjure up a small towel to cover his private bits. Tears rolling down his cheeks. Jason came over and stood next to him, running his hand, up and down on George's back.
Loud Gasps of surprise, was heard from almost everyone, some cussed brilliantly, others(like the women) burst into tears, and Molly went into mother-healer mode, she quickly fell to her knees, whipping out her wand. They could all see that Harry was missing all of his fingers and toes nails. From the continuing of his body spasming, they could tell that he'd been under the Cruciatus Curse for long period times.
First, she started to cast diagnostic spells, once she had an idea, of the damage done, she started to heal what she could, thankfully Madam Pomphrey got there as Molly was finishing casting the last spell.
Pomphrey, thank Molly for her well done work. Then cast a stronger more advance diagnostic spell. She started murmuring angrily to herself, when she got the results back. She started healing, and vanishing all his wounds and scars from his chest, legs, hand and feet. Administering potion after potion, from blood replenishing, to re-growth nails potion, to muscles relaxation.
Once done with that, she asked George and Jason to help her turn him over onto his stomach, slowly and carefully. Once down, everyone was stun to see his back, thighs, and buttocks. His back was unrecognizable, it looked more like ground beef than a humans back. His buttocks were eaten up in the form of a V. But was truly got the Malfoy and George growling in complete fury was, when they notice the initials of Voldemort's birth name. *TR* As if Harry was his property. His slave. His pet.
Quickly Madam Pomphfrey went to work on healing the wounds. When she was finished casting healing spells, she ordered Lucius to take Harry into a room, and apply some ointment on every scar to help get rid of them, and prevent scaring. Only the initials, would be the only thing to remain. Voldemort made sure of that.
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A/N: Insects repo somes(Insects crawling body): A hex that makes you feel hundreds upon hundreds of bugs crawling under your skin, into your muscle tissues.
Illusions igneus vas (Illusions burning vessels): A curse that makes your mind believe that your blood in boiling from within.
Nails Aufero(Nails Remover): A curse that slowly removes your nails.
If you would like to see a picture of the whip Voldemort used on Harry go to this site: http://www.aussiewhipmaker.com/Kangaroo-Hide-Bullwhip-12-Plait.htm
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