Unforeseen Darkness

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. The author of this story does not claim any such ownership of Harry Potter. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Author’s Note: This fictional work includes scenes of non-consensual sex. Flame if it makes you feel better. I do not condone the practice of any such described actions outside of a fictional setting.

Summary: A very dark Harry returns to Privet Drive after his fifth year at Hogwarts and takes himself out of the equation concerning the war with Voldemort, intending to make his new “peaceful” existence very fun. M/F, Harry/Many, Oral, Anal, Mind Control, N/C, Incest, Tort, Death, Slave

Unforeseen Darkness – Chapter 2

Harry found his uncle still unconscious on the bed in his Vernon and Petunia’s bedroom. ‘Fat, disgusting creature.’ He thought to himself.

“Levicorpus.” Harry spoke and sent Vernon to a position on the roof above Dudley’s dead body, facing down towards his murdered son. “Enervate.” Vernon looked confused and blinked for a few seconds before the scene below him really sank in and he started screaming in terror.

Harry’s malicious laughing reached Vernon’s ears through his own screaming and he strained his neck to look that way. “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!” Vernon screeched through his hysterical sobbing. “What have you done, you horrific freak? Oh god, you killed him!” At that, Vernon was slammed down into the bloodied body of his fat son and then once again levitated to the ceiling.

A broad smile crept onto Harry’s face. “Oh, I did much more than that, dear uncle. Crucio.” Uncle Vernon’s agonized screams were music to his ears as he made his way down his stairs, levitating Vernon behind him.

‘Sweet symphony of pain.’

Harry took care to make Vernon crash into the wall every few steps to add insult to injury as he moved outside, and then held him under the pain curse for a minute longer. He noticed that the Order members and Aurors were beginning to thin away and that they had managed to dispel his Dark Mark.

Harry lit his wand so that Vernon would be able to see Petunia clearly in the otherwise quite dark night, before lifting the Cruciatus. Vernon’s eyes fell upon his wife – kneeling, her blouse ripped open to expose her, sperm all over her and in her open mouth – and he started sobbing and wailing anew. Vernon’s breathing was ragged and his voice hoarse from the previous torture session, but he still had some screams left in him it seemed.

“No! No, no, no. What have you done to my wife? What has he done to you, Petunia? Nooo!” Vernon wailed. Petunia looked up at her husband, bloodied from being thrown at their son’s corpse and trembling still from the pain of the Cruciatus, with panic and humiliation in her gaze.

“Oh, I would have thought that was obvious, Vern. I fucked her little whore mouth and spewed all over her.” Harry replied mockingly, sadistic grin never leaving his face. “After I kill you, I’m going to keep her as my personal little fuck-toy and maid.”

“You see that collar my little whore has on? It makes it impossible for her to escape. And she can’t take it off.” He locked Vernon’s gaze with his own and relished in his uncle’s anguish as he just sobbed in reply. ‘Mm, tears. Wonderful…’ He thought to himself, before silencing Vernon.

Harry waved his wand at Petunia, releasing her from her invisible bonds, then quickly cast the jinx that Voldemort had used to make him bow in that cemetery during fourth year. He watched with satisfaction as she involuntarily swallowed his semen before regaining control of herself.

“Oh! Oh, my god –“ Petunia managed to choke out before puking all over the ground in front of her.

“Bad, bad whore…” Harry mocked, laughing at her. “I’ll have to teach you a lesson.”

“Crucio!” He spoke and in a flash of green light she was shrieking in agony and clawing at the ground, flailing around wildly while Harry just kept laughing. He looked from Petunia to Vernon, who seemed to be trying to scream at him to stop this. He unsilenced him and immediately begging started pouring from his mouth. “Please, please let her live! She’s your aunt for goodness sake! We’re family!” Vernon pleaded, to Harry’s ongoing amusement.

“Please, stop hurting her! I’ll do anything, anything, please!”

“I don’t think so Vernon…” Harry replied finally, coldly. “We have never been family; she has never been my aunt. You so-called people have always just been torture and abuse to be endured until I could escape, never more –“

“You’ve already murdered our little Dudley, you freak! What more do you want?!” Vernon interrupted, now very hoarse indeed.

“Suffering, Vern… Yeah… About as much suffering as I can bring you.” Harry replied silkily as he silenced the insolent, worthless bag of flesh that was his uncle. “Payback.”

With that Harry lifted the curse from Petunia, leaving her shaking and crying in a mixture of his semen and her own puke. “You look like hell, Petunia.” He informed her with a chuckle. “Scourgify.” Petunia and the ground were suddenly clear of puke, but Harry had focused the spell to leave his cum behind. He noticed that her tears had smeared the light make-up around her eyes, making her look deliciously broken and vulnerable.

“How about that arse rape we talked about, huh?” He asked her. Petunia looked up at Harry sharply as he pounced on her, intentionally landing with a knee painfully slamming down on her back, making her cry out in pain. Using his bodyweight to pin her down, Harry reached down with one hand and forcefully ripped her trousers and knickers down to mid-thigh, revealing Petunia’s scrawny but firm arse. “Beg me for it…” He growled, unzipping his jeans and positioning his once again rock-hard member at the entrance to her squirming arse, putting some pressure on her rosebud.

“No! Please, please don’t do this!” Petunia sobbed, but Harry just laughed and pulled her head back sharply by her hair. Even if he hadn’t been so much stronger than her, she wouldn’t have been able to throw him off due to her new collar. “You have no chance of escape, Aunt Petunia. “

“Beg me and I will make Vernon’s death quick. Otherwise… I will take my time, carefully breaking every bone in his body…” Harry trailed off threateningly.

“No! No please –“ Petunia wailed again, but Harry pushed her face down into the grass, muffling her cries for mercy. He knew she wouldn’t break now, but he wanted Vernon to think she had. Releasing his cock for a second, Harry waved his wand discreetly, producing… “Please… just fuck my arse!” The voice of his aunt pleaded.

‘Oh, yeah.’

In one powerful motion, Harry shoved his thick cock up to the hilt his aunt’s taut anus, tearing her open and making her cry out into the lawn. He ripped her head up to look at her husband as he sodomized her roughly, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting all the way in again, making her cry out in agony every time, tears streaming down her face. Raping Petunia’s exquisitely tight arsehole coupled with her excruciated cries felt amazingly pleasurable and Harry moaned loudly, reaching around with one hand to fondle her soiled breasts.

“Yeah, you like having your arse raped, don’t you whore?” He asked, slamming her face down into the lawn as he rammed himself into her anal passage. Harry gave Petunia no opportunity to reply between cries, upping his pace, even as he hauled her back up by her hair.

Looking up, he saw Vernon staring at his wife with a mix of rage and anguish, apparently believing that Petunia had in fact begged Harry to rape her.

“You never knew your wife was such a loose slag, Vernon?” He questioned scornfully, but knew Vernon couldn’t reply. “Her arse is pretty damned tight though! Feels good wrapped around my cock.”

Harry felt the pressure build up in his groin as his cock started to get lubed up by the blood from his aunt’s torn arsehole. “Petunia is my whore now. I’m going to keep fucking her in as humiliating ways as I can imagine until I tire of her; then I’ll kill her just like I’m going to kill you when I’m done.” He gleefully informed his uncle.

“N-n-no, it hurts s-so much!” His aunt sobbed in humiliation between screams of pain.

Harry drew his wand and cast the same body-bind curse he had used the last time and before his uncle could notice that Petunia was, indeed, frozen in place Harry moved himself around her and obscured her from Vernon’s view.

Positioning his dirty cock in her mouth, that had been frozen wide open in mid-scream, and looking into her desperate eyes with a sinister smile he continued the charade that he knew would bring Vernon the most pain possible. “Suck it, Petunia. Suck it like a little whore.” Harry ordered, moaning as if she was indeed servicing him willingly with her mouth.

“Oh yeah. Yeah, that’s a good whore.” He moaned with a wink over his shoulder at Vernon, whose face was the very image of horrification. Putting both his hand behind Petunias head, Harry started defiling her mouth wildly. Her already swollen lips were going to be bruised by tomorrow.

After several minutes of rough violation of Petunia’s oral cavity, Harry came forcefully with a last thrust down his aunt’s throat. Harry released the body-bind as he came and Petunia struggled against his legs, trying to get away.

His weak, violated aunt was no match for Harry; she could do nothing to stop him as he forced her mouth to work up and down his flesh-pole as he filled her mouth with sperm.

She tried to bite him, but somehow couldn’t do more than graze his cock with her teeth, causing him to hiss in pleasure as her mouth overflowed and his semen started dribbling down her chin and onto her heaving chest.

Harry thought she looked quite fuckable at that moment and smiled cruelly down at her.

He took hold of Petunia’s nose with one hand to keep her from breathing and kept her in place with his cock shoved down past her esophagus with the other on the back of her head, he spoke. “Swallow and I’ll let you breathe, you worthless slut.”

She struggled, clearly unwilling, for a while – and Harry enjoyed the attention – but ultimately the need to breathe won out and Petunia obeyed, swallowing his semen. “Aaaah..!” Harry moaned, extracting his slowly deflating cock finally and one-handedly throwing Petunia to the ground.

“You like the taste of my seed, don’t you little whore?” He asked her with a malicious smirk.

“No! No I don’t!” Petunia indignantly answered in a weak voice from the ground, in between sobs. “You’re disgusting!”

“Watch yourself, auntie. I might just make that the only thing I let you eat.” Harry replied, earning himself a horrified expression from Petunia as her head snapped up to look at him. ‘Now that’s not a bad idea…’ He thought with a smirk.

With a wave of his wand Uncle Vernon fell to the ground, unsilenced and sobbing. “H-h-how could you Petunia? How could you let him have his way with you like that?” were Vernon’s last words before a Staking Charm killed him instantly. It was most commonly used on vampires, but it worked just as well on this beast of a man, Harry thought.

Vernon’s last words to his wife felt to her like being hit by lightning. She realized with what thought’s her husband had left this world. Thoughts of her willingly fellating their nephew, his murderer. That realization broke her inside.

Harry vanished Vernon’s body and turned back to Aunt Petunia with a pleased smile. “You will do what I ask from now on Petunia or you will suffer greatly.” He informed the sobbing, soiled woman as she curled into a ball.

Petunia stared up at her nephew in fear, in humiliation, in pain, in sorrow. There was anger there too, but it was drowned out by her fear. She remained silent.

“Silence is better than your incessant nagging, Petunia. As your bruised lips and sore throat probably remind you, I’ve found better uses for that little mouth of yours… but soon you will have to obey me… Or face the consequences.”

“For now, you will not be allowed to eat. You will not be allowed to wear clothes and you will not be allowed to clean yourself unless I specifically allow it. I will be charming the bathroom and kitchen doors not to let you enter unless I give you express permission. When you prove that you’re a good little slave, I’ll let you live at human standards again, despite however inferior a specimen you may be.” Harry continued, casually.

Petunia was sitting up and looked ready to argue, so he stepped forward and backhanded her across the face. With a yelp she fell back to the ground. “Strip.” Harry ordered.

“N-no.” Petunia said quietly.

“I said strip.” He ordered again, a harsh edge to his voice now.

When she hesitated he ripped the clothes painfully from her body with a wave of his wand. “You will obey me, whore. Crucio.”

He only had her writhing in agony for about fifteen seconds before lifting the curse and continuing. “I can inflict this pain – and others – on you whenever I wish. Remember that, whore Petunia.”

She shuddered from the lingering pain but didn’t reply. “Tell your master you understand, whore.”

“I-I understand…” Petunia croaked weakly.

“I understand, WHAT?” Harry questioned.

“I understand, master.” She answered quietly in defeat.

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