Ashes of Armageddon

Violations



Upon his return to Godric's Hollow, Severus was not entirely surprised to see that Harry was not alone. Oliver, Lee, and George were there as well, sitting down at the dining table. Still, even though in the back of his mind he had anticipated something of the sort the entire day, his gut immediately clenched in protest.



Harry rose to his feet instantly, and walked up to Severus, placing hands on his shoulders.



“How was work?” Harry asked.



“It was fine,” Severus said automatically.



Harry's eyes narrowed slightly.



“It was fine, Master,” Severus corrected himself instantly.



Oliver and Lee snickered slightly.



Harry chuckled as well. “Good.”



Severus froze involuntarily, when Harry's hands took his face firmly, thumbs trailing along his cheekbones. Harry did not seem to mind the tension in Severus' body language, on the contrary, he just smiled slightly, and brought his right hand to the back of Severus' head, grasping his hair in a firm grip. A split-second later, Harry's mouth latched onto his. His lips were tightly sealed, but Harry took care of that, by placing his left hand on Severus' throat and squeezing with surprising force. Severus felt his mouth open in an automatic response, and Harry's tongue entered a moment later. The kiss, this time, lasted only a moment or two – as if Harry had only wanted to make a point, and having made it, withdrew at once, without deigning to spend too much time in the most intimate contact.



Having ended the kiss, Harry moved his hands to the top button of Severus' robe and tugged on it with the sort of playful cruelty Severus had come to anticipate. Severus stood in absolute stillness, while slowly and deliberately, Harry proceeded to unbutton the robe, and finally took it off, hanging it on the back of the chair neatly. Underneath, Severus wore just the simplest Muggle outfit Harry had supplied for him weeks earlier – plain trousers, and a shirt with short sleeves that revealed his arms, making both the blood quill scar and the Dark Mark all too conspicuous.



Harry pointed to the vacant chair with Severus' robe hanging on the back of it.



“Have a seat, Severus,” Harry said, in a tone of voice that almost sounded like a benevolent offer.



He sat down automatically; and Harry sat down as well. Lee, Oliver and George were sitting across the table from him, smirking. The degradation of being made to sit down as a peer with his four would-be rapists was absolutely maddening, but he forced his mouth shut, and remained silent. Harry's hand rested on his back.



“Do you understand what we are going to do to you tonight?” Harry asked.



“Yes,” Severus said quietly, his response eliciting a round of derisive laughter.



“Do I need to remind you what will happen if you choose to resist?” Harry asked.



Severus shook his head mutely. He remembered the look of complete, primal terror on his godson's face all too well.



“Well then,” Harry murmured, satisfied. “Stand up, and strip.”



“Yes, Master,” Severus said numbly, and rose to his feet. He unbuttoned his shirt and removed it, took off his boots, and then, gritting his teeth, slid down his trousers, along with the shorts. He left the clothes on the floor in a careless pile, and stood, fully disrobed, arms hanging by his sides.



Oliver whistled appreciatively. George Weasley's eyes opened wide.



“Harry,” George said suddenly, with a tremor in his voice. “This is going a bit far, don't you think?”



Harry stared at him grimly. “What's your problem?”



“Don't tell me you aren't nervous,” George muttered.



“Not at all,” Harry said softly. “You shouldn't be either. I mean, we all know you want to. Most guys have a rape fantasy of one sort or another.”



“I'm not so sure about that,” George said reasonably. “And even if they do, most guys never go through with it.”



“Only because they don't want to get caught,” Harry said. “But in this case, being caught isn't an issue. Legally, we can do whatever we want with him.”



George stared at Harry incredulously. “Look, mate. This isn't like you. It's fucking creepy. And here? The house where your mum saved you? Harry!”



Severus fully expected Harry to lash out at George and hex him, but Harry's lips just twitched into an unfriendly smirk, and he glanced at Severus with amusement. “Maybe my mum should have chosen her friends more wisely. I bet he only betrayed us to Voldemort to get his filthy hands on her in the first place.”



George looked at him in disbelief. Harry scowled and snapped:



“Get out. If you are going to be like this, just get the fuck out of here now, or I will throw you out.”



George tensed, and very briefly, looked almost like he was going to reach for his wand and try something. Oliver and Lee tensed as well, and for a moment, it appeared as if a fight was going to break out. Harry glared at George intently, their eyes meeting and locking. A minute later, George relaxed in his chair, as all defiance seemed to have gone out of him, and mumbled quietly with a sheepish smile:



“Sorry, Harry. Don't know what's gotten into me. It's cool. I think I had a stupid moment or something.”



Harry watched him for another minute, and finally, gave him a faint smile. Hesitantly, George smiled back.



“Just relax and watch,” Harry said. “Besides, it's not like we are dealing with a human being here.” He gazed at Severus meaningfully. “Are you human, Severus?”



“No, Master,” Severus said quietly, almost believing the words he spoke.



“What are you?” Harry demanded, staring at him.



Severus lowered his eyes painfully. Looking down, however, did not help much – he saw his own bare feet, and his own clothing, scattered on the floor.



“I am property, Master,” he said quietly.



Harry reached into Severus' hair, removing his hair tie, and grabbing a fistful of his locks, forcing him to bend down, and finally, leading him upstairs. Severus bit into his lower lip, and followed, pulled by the hair, to his own bedroom. He could not see, but judging by the sound of footsteps, others were following them as well.



When they reached the bedroom, Harry released Severus from his grip, and turned to Lee, giving him a curt nod. Lee smiled unpleasantly and reached into his robe, producing a riding crop. Oliver whistled appreciatively. George backed away from them, sitting down on the chair by Severus' desk, looking away.



“Relax, George,” Harry told him. “Just relax and watch.”



George nodded, turning his head slightly.



Severus stood in absolute silence before them, looking blankly ahead. Holding the riding crop in his hand, Harry ran the tip of it along Severus' body, circling around his nipples, then, sliding it down to his groin, tapping his flaccid cock with amusement.



His entire face was burning with shame, almost as if a fever was setting in, but Severus stood absolutely still, without moving a muscle to betray any reaction. Finally, Harry pointed to the bed.



“On all fours,” he ordered. “Legs apart, head down, lean on your elbows. And don't you fucking dare move.”



He complied, somehow managing not to utter a single sound, as he leaned on his elbows, and rested his head on his hands. His entire body began to shake slightly, but he willed the tremors away, and stilled himself. Last thing he wanted to do was to complete his humiliation by breaking down in front of the four of them.



Harry's hands grasped his buttocks and spread them open. A few muttered words later, a splash of lubricant landed on his entrance, and then, the handle of the crop was pressed against it. He gasped involuntarily when it thrust into him, opening him with one brutal shove.



Severus issued a single groan, as Harry proceeded to fuck him with the handle of the crop, holding it up at a slight angle, stretching out the sides of his channel without gentleness. He winced against the burning ache of it, but endured the degradation without making another sound, until the handle of the crop was finally pulled out abruptly.



He heard someone laugh – and recognized Lee's voice.



“Want to go first?” Harry asked.



“I thought you'd want to..?”



Harry yawned. “If I had some sort of sentimental feeling about this, I probably would. But, to be honest, it doesn't matter any.”



“I'll go then,” Lee said. Severus heard Lee open his trousers, and then, without deliberation, grasp his hips and thrust into him. Severus grunted quietly at the violent entry, and bit into his own hand, just to distract himself from the feeling of being ripped apart.



Lee's words confirmed his suspicion. “Ooops. I think I tore him up.”



“Doesn't matter,” Harry said indifferently, standing aside. “I kind of expected that we would.”



“Good.”



Lee's took his hands off Severus' hips, and grabbed his hair instead, pulling on it furiously, forcing his head backwards. The fucking resumed, the thrusts growing even more brutal. Lee climaxed abruptly, and pulled out, still holding the fistfuls of Severus' hair in his hands.



Without as much as a moment's respite, Severus felt his hair passing into another hand – Oliver's. Without saying a word, Oliver dragged him off the bed, and shoved him to bend over the edge of it, his upper body lying across. Roughly, Oliver kicked his legs apart, and probed him with his fingers, laughing a little, as the violated opening clenched in an involuntary protest.



Feeling absolutely nauseous, sweat drenching his entire body, Severus barely noticed it when Oliver finally pulled out his fingers, and began fucking him. Oliver's thrusts were slow and steady, but Lee more than made up for it, by sliding his hands underneath Severus' chest, and twisting and pinching his nipples gleefully, each tormenting tug sending sharp waves of agony throughout his body. It seemed to go on and on, until finally, Oliver orgasmed and withdrew.



Still in a daze, Severus saw Harry walking towards him, and finally, standing over him. The riding crop was in his hand again, now cleansed, and raised ready to strike. The first blow fell across the buttocks, the crop landing as a cane would – the long shaft of it striking against the flesh, raising welts. Severus shuddered, sinking his fingers into the bedspread. Oliver chuckled a little, and Lee laughed harshly. Harry himself made no sound. In absolute silence, he continued to strike with the crop, each blow raising a new weal. Severus groaned as fire coursed through his backside, reawakening the agony of the violation with each impact. He hissed violently, when the the final stroke of the punishing tool had split his skin.



“Get up,” Harry demanded.



Still stunned by the explosion of violence he had just endured, Severus nevertheless attempted to follow the order dutifully. His arms trembled as he tried lifting himself up, without success. Instead, he found himself sliding down to the floor. Harry caught him under his arms, and lifted him up, guiding him to sit down on the bed. He did, and his entire body became an enormous knot of tension, when Harry wrapped his arms around him, and drew him into an embrace.



“You are not doing so well,” Harry whispered in his ear. Harry's breath was brushing against his face. “You seem to have trouble following orders.”



The thinly veiled threat of those words, so gently spoken, did not escape him, and Severus managed to answer, almost calmly: “Forgive me, Master.”



Harry nodded slightly, and rested his hand on Severus' back, running his palm along his spine, back and forth, soothing his tension with every comforting motion. Severus blinked furiously, suddenly afraid that he might cry like a slighted child, at the realization that he was near ready to lean into his Master's touch with absolute gratitude, and soak in any mercy, however brief or insincere. Somehow, he managed not to, and simply sat quietly, with his head bowed, until Harry guided him to lie on his back, arranging his hands behind his neck.



The tension in his body became an ache, that settled in his chest, constricting his breathing.



Severus bit into his lower lip, making no sound when his hips were lifted, and his owner's fingers probed inside him. His eyes closed, he allowed his legs to be bent in the knees and brought to his chest. He remained silent when Harry's member entered him, until it was fully buried within; but could not suppress a mortified shudder when Harry's hand toyed indifferently and aimlessly with his limp cock.



“Open your eyes,” Harry demanded. “Look at me.”



He did, to be met with the dark glare of the green eyes, and the cold, triumphant smirk on Harry's lips. The smirk never faded, as Harry continued to thrust back and forth, his eyes narrowing in pleasure, whenever an involuntary tremor of ache crossed his victim's face.



When it was over, Severus lay on his back, with his eyes half-shut. His entire body was covered in sweat, and he could smell his own blood, and the release of his rapists, clinging to him. His mind was absolutely blank and numb, as he remained motionless, dazed and astonished by the surreal, gleeful, and uninhibited cruelty he was subjected to.



Harry closed his trousers, and turned to George, who was staring at the sight in front of him with his eyes wide open.



“Don't tell me you don't want to,” Harry smirked.



“I do,” George agreed, smiling, and licking his lips in anticipation. “Definitely. Just ...”



“What?” Harry asked curiously.



George beckoned to Harry, and when Harry approached him, whispered something in his ear.



“You want to do WHAT?” Harry snapped. “Far out! Gross!”



“Sorry,” George said sheepishly. “Just my kink...”



Harry smirked again. “Forget it. I'm not letting you do that in my house. Eww.”



“So let me borrow him,” George said. “I'll owe you big. Come on, you've said it yourself. It's not like he's human.”



Harry shook his head and laughed out loud. “Sure, George. Whatever.”



He walked towards Severus' closet, pulled out a set of fresh clothing, and tossed it on the bed.



“Get up,” Harry snapped at Severus. “Don't even bother cleaning up. Just dress yourself.”



Severus got up, and sat on the edge of the bed for a minute or two. For a moment, he felt like screaming, screaming until his lungs would burst but when he opened his mouth, not a sound came out. He bowed his head and proceeded to dress himself in absolute silence, ignoring the lingering agony of the violation, and the snickers that accompanied his every move. The clean clothes absorbed the moisture from his body, and traces of blood showed on the leg of the trousers.



“Take him,” Harry told George with amusement. “I want him back tomorrow night.”



George nodded agreeably. His fingers clenched around Severus' wrist in an iron grip, and Severus was led out of Godric's Hollow.



To Be Continued...