HPNSA - BOOK ONE

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
PRIORI MORTEM



The whole Tower was astir with great anticipation. Voldemort stood on top of the tower surrounded by the Knights of Wulpurgis – the Death Eaters. Dark Clouds stained with lightning filled the skies. “SONORUS!” The Dark Lord cried; He needed to make his voice rise above the loud clap of thunder that exploded every five seconds to address the winged demons that have infested the Forbidden Tower.

“TODAY WE BEGIN OUR JOURNEY TOWARDS IMMORTALITY! THE IRANNA WILL BE SERVED BY THE RISING OF THE SUN ON THE THIRD DAY! PLEDGE YOUR ALLEGIANCE TO ME NOW AND YOU SHALL TASTE THE GIFT OF THE GODS!” Voldemort cried.

The demons below him cried aloud their allegiance – cutting off the chains around their necks – the crest of Aveddon.

“THE ENEMY WILL TRY TO RECLAIM THE NYMPHRODITE AND WREST US OF OUR VICTORY! BUT YOU MUST NOT ALLOW THEM TO ENTER!” Voldemort said.

“WE WILL FIGHT FOR VOLDEMORT!” cried a demon.

“THEY WILL DIE BEFORE THE GATES!” cried another.

“DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE THEM FOR THEY ARE LEAD BY A POWERFUL SORCERER! BUT I WILL GIVE YOU ALL THE POWER TO CONQUER THEM AND I WILL REWARD THOSE THAT DO MY WILL WITH THE IRANNA!”

“LONG LIVE VOLDEMORT!” they cried in unison.

The Dark Lord then turned around and followed closely by the Death Eaters he left for the altar room.

A round room in the center of the tower was sealed from the inside with heavy magic. In the middle was the altar made of granite and smooth marble, it was covered with a red cloth lined with gold. To the right of the room was a pillar made of wood and there chained to it was Harry. His fingers were bleeding because to prevent him from conjuring wandless magic they’ve inserted a needle about seven inches in length in every finger. His upper body was naked and Harry shivered for even though the room was sealed and there was no opening save for two doors, the air within seemed to match the terror he felt inside.

Slowly the Death Eaters entered and Voldemort began the ritual.


***
DAY ONE
A HUNDRED LASHES


Bellatrix walked slowly towards Harry carrying a vial with her that swirled with black smoke. “Open up Potter,” she said. Avery forced Harry’s mouth open and the vial was emptied. “There, good boy,”

Harry felt like his entire body tingled. He was suddenly aware of every strand of hair and the pain from the needles in his fingers increased. He winced as they throbbed in pain.

The Death Eaters now stood in a circle surrounding the pillar wearing their white robes and masks and Voldemort called Ludovic Bagman and gave him a long and ancient whip. The sound of a clanging bell herald the twelfth hour, and Ludovic moved forward, stretched his arm and lashed Harry with the whip. Harry cried out as it curled on his body leaving a long red welt. The whip lashed again, and again, and again - ten times for each wizard. When Bagman finished his tenth Harry clung to the pillar shaking in pain tears streamed down his face.

“CRABBE!” Voldemort ordered.

The whip was then passed onto Crabbe. He too stepped forward and just like Bagman he lashed the whip on Harry’s body ten times. Now the welts have become wounds and blood gushed out as they were renewed with every blow.

Crabbe stopped short of two more whips and Bellatrix approached him. “Why do you stop?”

“He’s bleeding! I thought you said the serum was to keep him alive?” Crabbe said.

“It is to keep him alive! He won’t die you worry too much. Continue with the ritual.” Bellatrix said. Crabbe looked at her and Bellatrix could see doubt in his eyes. “He will last, Crabbe, he won’t even lose his consciousness. He will endure the whole ritual and if we do it right he will last long enough for us to get an Iranna,”

“All of us?” Crabbe said.

“Yes.” Bellatrix said. “All of us.”

Crabbe then continued with it and when he was done Harry could barely stand. He wanted to faint but Bellatrix was right he couldn’t. His vision blurred as his body throbbed with pain but his mind stayed awake.

“DOLOHOV!”

After Dolohov came Goyle, then Avery. Then the whipping was put to a halt. The ritual required the Cruciatus curse be done mid-way. Voldemort walked towards the figure on the pillar and pointed his wand then said, “CRUCIO!” Harry tugged on the chain as the curse made his scar and the wounds on his body burst with incredible pain. The iron band around his wrist bit through his skin as he yanked it making his fingers bleed even more. When the curse turned Harry found it difficult to breath but still his mind would not rest. He started coughing up blood and after a while his lungs cleared.

“BELLA!” The whip was now handed to Bellatrix and she whipped Harry ten times. After her came Mulciber, then Rockwood who delighted in his turn whipping Harry faster and stronger than anyone for Ron had burned his face beyond repair with the Firesword spell. Voldemort had to repel the whip from his hand when he was about to go beyond ten.

By the time MacNair took his turn, Harry could not even make a sound anymore. Exhaustion has made him numb; though his mind would not shut down, the body has other defenses and the serum that Bellatrix forced down his throat was slowly loosing its potency.

The last to handle the whip was Jugson. Half way through he stopped and Bellatrix grew impatient when he did nothing for more than ten minutes and wanted to continue his turn by herself. After a while Jugson continued and finished his turn.

Voldemort now approached Harry again and conjured the second Cruciatus spell. This time Harry could feel his lungs filling with blood and it erupted through his mouth. Then the darkness he so longed for came.

***
DAY TWO
KISS OF EROS


The altar room was empty and the only sound that could be heard was Harry’s coughing and whimpering. He tried to sleep but his body stung with many deep cuts and bruises and his scar burned. Suddenly he remembered Ron and the promise he made to stay alive. He wondered if Ron was still alive or if the Order got to him on time. Draco said they came before he was kidnapped; there was hope that help came. He closed his eyes and tried to see Ron as he showed him the cottage that he bought for them and their son last Christmas. He was to name the baby James after Harry’s father. Harry insisted on three names though, he wanted him registered as James Arthur Ronald Weasley, but Ron said it was too long. Harry smiled amidst his obvious dilemma and promised he would stay alive to see Ron and their son again. He has to though there was very little hope it will ever happen.

He then remembered that if he would die, and if Ron is dead, their son would grow up as an orphan. Just like him; his life will be passed onto his son and though Candice seemed to be a good person, still she is not his parent, not even related. Harry made up his mind to stay alive if only for his son.

Then the sound of the door tore him from his daydreaming and merciless hands took him from the pillar and lay him on the altar tying his hands above his head while his legs were tied loosely apart. He could see the Death Eaters standing around waiting for something, and then Voldemort entered the room and with him came Draco.


***

“Where is Harry?” Draco said as Lucius came to his dungeon. “Where is Harry?” He cried.

“You will see him, Draco.” Lucius said. “In fact we are taking you to him.’

Draco frowned; He knew his father too well to accept that he was doing this out of kindness.

“Remember when I told you I wouldn’t kill you?” Lucius said. “Well, it’s because you are chosen by the Dark Lord himself to help us.”

“You can go ahead and kill me then, because I will not help you!” Draco yelled.

“Tsk! Tsk! Tsk! Such rebellion! Did Dumbledore put you up to this?” Lucius said scornfully. “Or have you fallen for the Nymphrodite?” Then he laughed wildly when Draco did not answer. “My, my! You have developed a soft spot for him haven’t you?”

“FUCK YOU!” Draco cried.

“Oh, no. On the contrary son, FUCK HIM! Because that is exactly what you will do.” Lucius said laughing wickedly again.

Draco did not understand what he had meant by it but knew that he was going to be forced to do something – and it involved Harry.

Dolohov, Crabbe and Lucius took him out of the dungeon and into a room where Voldemort stood waiting for him. The Dark Lord then walked slowly to him and Draco cringed in fright – he has never had the misfortune of being face to face with him before and now that he has, he knew he didn’t want to have another chance again.

Voldemort placed his wand on Draco’s head and said, “Animaverto!”

Draco felt like a sharp object was being inserted through his skull ever so slowly. He cried out and closed his eyes tightly then it disappeared. He opened his eyes and found himself back at Hogwarts – in the Southern Tower. He felt for his left eye and the gash was not there. Then the door to the right opened.

“Draco,” it was Harry’s voice. Draco ran towards the room and there standing in front of the window was Harry.

“Potter! You’re alright!” Draco said; he stopped a few feet away from him.

Harry walked towards him smiling deviously. Then he said, “My name is Harry, Draco.” Then he placed his arms around Draco’s waist.

Draco took Harry’s hands off. “What is wrong with you, Potter?”

“Wrong? You think what I’m doing is wrong?” Harry said cocking his head. “How is it wrong, Draco?”

“Because you’re married to Weasley,” Draco said.

“So? He’s never stopped you before,” Harry said walking around Draco teasing him with his finger.

“What are you talking about?” Draco said.

“Oh come on,” Harry said moving so close that Draco could feel his hot breath on his face. “Don’t tell me you never once fancied a night with me? You often listen to us while we fucked each other blind, surely you pictured yourself engaged in one.” Harry stood behind Draco and whispered to his ear, “I know I was. I’ve been thinking about you, and what it would be like to have you in bed. Now we’re alone, Draco, just you and me…”

Draco blushed and though he hated Harry’s insinuation he could not totally deny it – from the time he learned that Harry was a Nymphrodite his perception of him changed and yes there was something inside him that wondered what it would be like to be Ron.

“Oh, goodness, he blushed!” Harry said. “Let’s see if I can make your blood go down to necessary parts, shall we?”

“Stop it Potter!” Draco said though now that Harry was moving in so close the statement came out so weak that it was almost an invitation rather than an order. “Stop…” Harry had placed his lips on his and Draco felt the fire filling him. The kiss was empty but Draco could not resist the temptation of wanting more and he grabbed Harry and crushed him against his hardness. Draco’s hands found their way inside Harry’s robes and Draco flinched when he found out there was nothing underneath.

“Don’t be scared, Draco. After all, it’s just sex.” Harry said. “Oh, I forgot, you haven’t had that yet,” he teased.

Annoyed at the insult, Draco smiled back and said, “I know how it’s done, Potter.” Draco’s heart pulsated with the heat of desire.

“Then show me.” Harry said and he guided Draco towards the bed that had been aching for them to use. Harry’s robes fell to his sides and Draco gasped as he saw Harry’s female parts. It was real, it was there, and it was all his. He sought for Harry’s mouth again and this time he indulged himself in its sweetness, drinking from Harry’s mouth that now intoxicated him. Draco thought the bed was rather hard but his mind was filled with so much lust all he could think of was to be inside Harry. He took off his robes and slipped out of his undergarments and slowly he slipped in – he anticipated it to be a smooth process but it wasn’t – Harry was dry and tight and there was too much friction. But Harry did not even wince, instead he urged Draco to go faster.

“Faster, Draco!” Harry said. “Faster! Harder!”

Draco was nearing the point of orgasm when suddenly the picture before him changed. Then he heard Dumbledore’s voice the day he pledged allegiance to the Order, he shook his head and then the vision that had disillusioned him disappeared and before him was Harry – the real Harry and he was chained to an altar with wounds and scars all over his body and tears were in his eyes. He has been begging Draco to stop.

Horrified with what he has done, Draco tore himself off of Harry. “I’m sorry! Harry I didn’t…”

Lucius came forward and pointed a wand at Draco, “FINISH IT!”

“NO! I won’t do it! You tricked me!” Draco cried.

“Finish it you fool or you will die!” Lucius cried.

“NO!”

Voldemort went to Draco and said, “Animaverto!”

But Draco was now fully aware of this trick and he was now fighting off two forces – one that pushed him forward and another that held him back. He closed his eyes tightly as his body seemed to fight with his mind. But he was now on top of Harry again, and the madness was about to tear his sanity in two.

“I’m sorry Potter,” He said his face set and grim as though something else has taken over him.

“STOP DRACO, PLEASE! NO!” Harry cried but it was too late Draco has inserted himself again and was pumping him hard. Draco cried as the orgasm blinded him.

Then he lay on top of Harry panting wondering what had just happened. When he realized what he had done he looked at Harry and saw the horror in his eyes; it filled his mind and his guilt gnawed him like a crawling creature its fangs puncturing his soul. He tore himself off and fell to the floor.

“At last! My turn,” Lucius said. Then he took his turn on top of the altar and Draco saw him hit Harry’s legs with his fist forcing them to stay apart. “Open it! FUCKING WHORE!” He slapped Harry and gagged him with a cloth.

“NO! FATHER! STOP! HARRY!” Draco cried as the other Death Eaters covered him with a robe and dragged him out of the room. He had raped Harry and Draco’s conscience was eating him alive.

***

“Since you would not take part in this ceremony you should find the child.” Bellatrix told the rest of the Death Eaters. The second part of the ritual only required seven with Draco being the first. Aside from Lucius, Rudolphus, Rabastan, Dolohov, Rockwood, and MacNair were chosen to take part. The rest were being sent to London.

“Do we bring the child here?” Bagman asked.

“No, the Dark Lord’s orders are to kill the child. He says the little twit has incredible power and should not be permitted to live. Go and do not fail! Crabbe!” Bellatrix said.

“Yes?”

“Take Draco out and kill him before you head out to merry old London, would you?” Bellatrix said. Crabbe smiled at her and ran for the dungeons. Then Bellatrix went back to the altar room. Rockwood was finishing his third time on the altar.

“I didn’t know you men are so hungry for sex!” Bellatrix said sarcastically.

Lucius was wiping his face and drank another rejuvenating potion. “We just never had any reason before.” He looked at Bellatrix with so much sarcasm the witch wanted to scratch his eyes out.

“I wouldn’t sleep with you even if you’re the only man left alive, Lucius!” She said.

“Bitter, bitter.” Lucius said.

“Wonder if Narcissa had as much delight in your penis when she was still alive.” Bellatrix said.

“Oh, I’m sure, though it gave me more satisfaction feeling her life fade away under my hands. I believe I had an orgasm strangling her to death.” Lucius said smiling at her.

Bellatrix found it unnerving and she moved away from him and sat on a marble chair. She stayed there watching one large male go on top of the altar and fuck the teenage boy chained to it struggling with all his might.

Suddenly the doors swung open and Crabbe came in with blood all over his nape. “He’s escaped!”

“Who?” Bellatrix said.

“Draco!”

“How?” Bellatrix said.

“Petigrew!” Lucius said.

“He will raise the alarm!” Bellatrix said. Then she ran to Voldemort who was inside his chambers waiting for the second ceremony to finish. “My lord,”

”Yes, Bella,”

“Draco Malfoy has escaped. Dumbledore and the Order will know of our whereabouts.” Bellatrix said.

“Let them come.”

It was already night when MacNair made his last trip on top of the altar, and when he was done he thought Harry had lost consciousness for he did not move at all. He was staring blankly at the ceiling, tears running down to his ears. MacNair licked his face then tore himself off.

Then they lifted him out of the Altar and tied him on the pillar once more and they left. Harry could feel blood gushing out of him flowing down his legs. The pain of his uterus could not match the pain he felt inside his heart knowing how they have defiled him. It wasn’t until midnight when the serum’s effects faded and darkness took him yet again.

***

Crabbe took Draco outside of the Forbidden Tower. He was ordered to kill Draco and found it rather difficult not to get mauled by the demons that could smell the Iranna from Draco as he passed them by. He had to take him near the shores and as he lifted his wand to conjure a spell Peter hit him from behind with a large rock.

“Draco! It’s me Peter! It’s Peter!” Peter said, but the young man was witless though he tried hard to recognize the face before him.

“Peter,” Draco said with difficulty. His lips bled from the impact of Lucius’ parting gift.

“Yes, Draco, Peter,” He covered Draco’s freezing battered body with his coat. “Where’s Harry? Have they done the ritual on Harry?”

When Draco heard the name, his eyes filled with fear and he said, “I didn’t want to do it, they forced me to! You have to believe me! Tell Ron I didn’t want to do it!” He cried.

Peter has seen this same look before – he wasn’t much different when he learned of Lily’s death. Pity filled his heart and he looked into Draco’s eyes and said, “Don’t close your eyes, Draco, keep your eyes open!”

“I won’t close my eyes, Peter! I won’t close my eyes!” he said repeatedly and Peter carried him toward the boat and they silently made their way across the water and onto the shore.

Peter could see that Draco was nearing the point where he would loose his mind. He had to get him out or those he expects to help Harry would not be able to if he goes insane.

“Draco, you have to control yourself!” Peter said.

“I raped him! Ron will kill me! Peter! He will kill me!” Draco said. “I won’t close my eyes! They forced me to! Peter!” He started laughing and crying at the same time.

“Tell them Harry’s son is in London! You should tell them that!” Peter said.

“Yes! I should tell them that. He has a son, he’s alive!” Draco said.

Peter found this to be enough for now. If Draco was to go mad he couldn’t stop it but the sooner the Order finds him the better are Harry’s chances for survival. He grabbed the young man by the chest and touched the can of lard and shortly after they found themselves under water. Above them was thick ice! Draco struggled wildly for the water was now entering his lungs. Peter tried to break the ice with his fist but it was too thick. Then he saw a sword a few feet from them that was left stuck in the snow. Peter saw that the ice was not so thick around it and he swam for it. Grabbing it he forced the ice to break though it cut his hands in the process. But the ice cracked and soon there was opening large enough for him to go through. Draco was now unconscious and drifted slowly to the bottom. Peter was nearly out of breath but he swam for Draco and grabbing him by the collar of his coat he swam for the gap in the ice. Soon they were on dry land soaked to their bones and when Peter saw the knights coming for him he transformed back into a rat and disappeared into the Forbidden Forest.

***
DAY THREE
INCUBI COMBIVO

“The sun will not rise till seven. The Order will be here by then.” Bellatrix said.

“The Gates of Morning will open before five. Summon the Incubus.” Voldemort said.

The altar was now covered with black cloth and Harry was placed on top of it again. He was given the serum once more but this time it was not as effective – his body had undergone too much for it to work as it did the first time. Harry was no longer expecting any help to come and he wondered if he’ll really last.

Uriel entered the room along with another demon. Voldemort entered shortly after then the demon went on top of the altar and positioned himself. Voldemort ordered Lucius to place a chain around his neck.

“That is unnecessary!” Uriel said.

“It’s a precautionary measure I’m afraid Uriel. We all know how much you demons lust for the Iranna and we don’t trust you with the first. Don’t worry we won’t hurt him – unless he forces us to.” Bellatrix said.

Uriel defiantly agreed and he nodded to the demon and Lucius placed a large chain around his neck. Then at Voldemort’s orders he inserted his tongue inside Harry.

Harry screamed with pain – he remembered the first time he experienced this when Lars did it to him and as far as he could recall, it wasn’t this painful. And even Uriel complained that it wasn’t supposed to be that way.

The demon took his tongue out and it was tainted with blood. “His uterine canal is filled with lacerations!”

“We cannot continue!” Uriel said.

“What is wrong demon?” Lucius said.

“He will die! The kiss of Eros has failed, you filled his uterus with lacerations!” Uriel cried.

“What are you talking about demon?” Bellatrix said. Then they heard loud sounds from outside. “They’re here! My lord they’ve come!”

“Continue with the ritual, get the Iranna!” Voldemort said. “The rest of you go out and defend the tower!”

The altar room was suddenly empty of wizards. Only Lucius, Rudolphus and Bellatrix remained with Uriel and the Demon. Voldemort then went to the top of the tower.

“The kiss of Eros was supposed to dilate his ovary, you’ve cut him up inside!” Uriel said.

Lucius tugged at the chains around the demon’s neck, “Continue!”

“Even with that the Nymphrodite dies after the first Iranna is taken! If you continue with the ritual now he will die!” Uriel said.

“Step aside demon,” Rudolphus held a wand before Uriel and unwillingly the demon continued with his task.

Harry screamed though the cloth gagging him muffled his voice still his cries were loud enough to be heard from the top of the tower. When at last the demon reached the sitting place of the Iranna, Harry felt the throbbing sear through his spine and he arched his back in pain. The demon then began to tear the membrane and Harry shook uncontrollably. Then the demon stopped and took out his tongue. Blood spilled out profusely and Harry twisted in pain.

“He will die, I tell you!” Uriel screamed. “You promised that he will be farmed for more than one!”

“WHO TOLD YOU TO STOP!” Lucius said tugging at the demon’s chains. The demon re-inserted his tongue.

Harry now struggled to get air into his lungs for the pain seemed to shrink his air pipes; large veins emerged on his forehead and his whole body shook terribly, his scar had erupted again and blood flowed down meeting his tears as they streamed to the side of his face. His eyes shot up as he felt his insides being torn slowly – he could feel every tear shaking his body with excruciating pain.

Then he saw a woman slowly walking towards him and all around her was a peaceful light. It was Lily and she reached out for him in his hour of great pain. His fingers now swelling with large sores reached for her and when she touched his hand the pain subsided though he still trembled at every force the demon made to suck out the Iranna, pulling at it with great effort. The light around her was steadily covering him and he knew death was close by. Then something happened and Lily’s figure disappeared.

The demon was forcefully torn off of Harry and Lucius had hit it with the killing curse. The tower had now been breached and the demon somehow realized he was chained by a wizard and attacked Lucius. Voldemort’s power has wavered and the Incubi now saw the error of their choice to follow him. Dumbledore was there and he was a far greater sorcerer to contend with.