Amnesiac Harry

Chapter 3


A/N: Thank you all for reviewing! I have never had such an influx of reviews for two measly chapters! this story will comprise of many pairings before we really leave it at some permanent ones. But the main pairing will be Harry/Voldemort. Others will consist of Harry/other deatheaters, and Remus and Sirius/other deatheaters. I will admit I was surprised by how many of you responded positively about them being slaves. I took a gamble with that and apparently won! Thanks! There will be more Lestrange brothers smut to come as someone asked for that specifically as well as some possible Draco/Harry smut. Please review and let me know what pairings you would like to see and I will try to fit them into the story! Thanks for all you support guys! I'll shut up now and let you readt the chapter! ^.^


Sirius smiled at the dark-haired boy in his arms who was giggling at Remus. After they had been introduced, the Dark Lord’s followers had taken them to a bedroom. Sirius didn’t care though, he was happy to have his godson back. They had spent the last few hours talking about themselves and telling Harry about his life. They had left out many things, for fear the Dark Lord was watching them. They mainly told him about his parents and his babyhood. Remus and Sirius would retell stories of mischief that they had gotten into during their time. All in all it had been a good few hours…until they had shown up.

“Well, pet. Are you enjoying them?” Sirius and Remus glared as Harry jumped off the bed to run to his master.

“Oh master! They’re great! We are keeping them, right?” Voldemort chuckled as he pet Harry, running his fingers through silky black locks.

“We shall keep them for as long as they allow. But it is time to leave them pet…they need training.” Voldemort stared pointedly at the pair. Remus made an odd noise in the back of his throat as he turned to Sirius. Sirius closed his eyes and gave a small nod. Harry smiled as he walked up to them.

“Good-bye Sirius, Remus. I promise to come see you soon!” The pair immediately brightened and gave Harry a hug good-bye. They watched as Voldemort led Harry away and out the door, only to be replaced with Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape. Snape smirked.

“It seems the Dark Lord entrusted us with the job of starting your training mutts, which we shall thoroughly enjoy.”

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“Master, they will be alright won’t they? I mean, they won’t hurt them?” Voldemort laughed as he pulled the young boy down corridors.

“I promise pet. Now, where were we when Bella interrupted us?” Voldemort dragged him into his bedchambers and locked the door. He turned around to see Harry shaking slightly. He eyed the boy once more, admiring his creamy skin and glowing eyes, hidden behind those ridiculous glasses. Voldemort huffed and ripped them off Harry, crushing them and throwing them away.

“But Master I cannot see!” Voldemort said a quick spell and suddenly Harry found he could see. He could actually see better than before.

“Thank you Master.” Harry said quietly. Voldemort stepped away from the younger boy once more.

“Take off your clothes Harry.” Harry shivered at his master’s tone; it was thick with an emotion Harry could not place. He averted his eyes from Voldemort’s penetrating stare and took off his oversized shirt which he dropped to the floor. His hands paused and trembled as they fingered the drawstring of his pants. He gripped them tightly and willed his hands to move but they only shook. He gasped as he felt Voldemort step close to him and wrap his hands around Harry’s, helping him untie the knot and letting the pants fall to the floor. Harry blushed as he now stood naked in front of his master. He felt Voldemort push him until his lower back hit the bed.

“Sit down…pet.” Harry jumped up on the bed and sat, his legs dangling off the side. Voldemort licked his lips. *This will be fun*

“Spread your legs Harry.” Harry complied, his legs shaking as he continued to look away from his master, his face red.

“Touch yourself.” Harry seemed confused for a second, but then seemed to understand as he blushed an even deeper red before wrapping a slim hand around his still soft cock. His breath hitched at the touch and after a few strokes his cock rose slowly to life. He shut his eyes tightly as he felt the rolls of pleasure ride through him.

“Open your eyes pet, never close your eyes for long or I will punish you.” Harry’s eyes snapped open, glazed over and unseeing. Voldemort watched as Harry’s strokes began to speed up a little. He watched the boy work himself and had to admit he was stunning. His lips were red as he kept biting them; his eyes were glazed over and shone with lust. His left hand curled around his erect cock pumping up and down, his right clenching the silk sheets. He struggled to keep his eyes open for his master, but every stroke was better than the last and Harry wanted nothing more than to lay back on the bed and stroke himself to completion.

“Pet…” Harry looked up at his master, his eyes begging for something…something…he didn’t know what. He could feel the same tension tightening in his gut like before with Rodolphus, the same sinful pleasure rising once more. He panted and his strokes sped up as he stared into his master’s red eyes, eyes which seemed to pierce his very soul. They screamed need and want to Harry.

“Master please! Touch me!” Voldemort chuckled as he stepped toward his pet. Harry was leaning towards him, panting and crying prettily as he jerked his hips up and down. Harry started to tense, sensing that pleasurable feeling beginning to peak. Voldemort grabbed Harry’s hands before he could finish though, making Harry cry out. Harry sobbed as he was turned over face-down on the bed. He ground his hips into the comforter seeking release as he felt Voldemort’s body stretch out across his own, his own straining arousal evident against Harry’s backside. Harry heard Voldemort whisper a spell and suddenly he felt tight ropes binding his cock, halting his imminent orgasm. Harry cried out and struggled in his master’s grasp.

“Oh please Master…let me…let me…I don’t know just please!” Harry sobbed as Voldemort restrained his hands by tying him to the bedpost.

“Now pet, stop struggling. You can only come when I say, and right now I am training you. Behave and I will let you come.” Harry did not know what come meant but it probably had to do with the aching need he felt in his lower belly; the need to…yes come was a very good word for it. He felt his master run his hands down his backside before squeezing his pale cheeks and then smacking him. Harry jerked in his bonds at the smack, a whine leaving his throat. Voldemort smirked as he smacked him again, making Harry grind his hips into the mattress and moan.

“So, you like that pet?” Harry groaned as Voldemort spread his legs and pushed up his knees making Harry’s cock brush against the soft sheets even more. Harry began to hump the sheets as Voldemort shackled his legs, leaving him open and exposed for all to see. Harry blushed and turned his head away, ashamed as he continued to hump the mattress. Voldemort stilled his hips and opening his robes revealed his own proud erection to Harry. Harry gasped. It was bigger than his and leaking a clear fluid that dripped down onto Harry’s thighs. Voldemort smirked as he saw Harry eye it in terror.

“Master…what will you do with that?” Voldemort turned Harry’s head away before gathering some lube from the dresser.

“Just wait pet.” He slicked up his own cock before parting Harry’s cheeks and dripping some lube on the boy’s small hole. Harry gasped at the warm sensation before jerking as he felt Voldemort finger slowly rubbing the outside of his hole, circling the entrance and then slowly easing it inside. Harry moaned as the finger glided into him, massaging his inner walls. He let out a cry as the finger brushed against something inside him that sent electric shocks through his body. He clenched his eyes closed as his erection strained against the invisible bonds preventing his release, the pleasure beginning to border on pain. He hissed as Voldemort slid in another finger, stretching his anus uncomfortably. Harry writhed as now both the fingers were pressed against the bundle of nerves inside him, making him see white. Voldemort grinned as he realized that Harry was feeling little pain. That would change soon but the pain would not last long, he would soon have Harry crying out beneath him and begging for release…but he would not get it for a long time. Voldemort pulled out his fingers eliciting a small groan from Harry at the pain. He aligned his cock with Harry’s hole and bending over whispered into Harry’s ear.

“We have just begun pet.”

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Remus sat slightly behind Sirius as they watched the two death eaters approach the bed. Sirius sat looking slightly dejected as Lucius advanced towards Remus and hauled him off the bed.

“I will take this one elsewhere for training…he seems easier anyway. Good luck with the mutt.” Snape smirked, still looking at Sirius as he bid Lucius good-bye, dragging a pale and stumbling Remus out the door. Sirius growled as Snape approached the bed, backing up against the pillows behind him, his chains rattling slightly. Snape chuckled as he grabbed the nearest link and pulled the blue-eyed man to him. Sirius now lay on the bed with Snape between his legs holding onto his chains to keep him there. Snape grinned as he eyed Sirius’ flushed face, his body squirming at how close the Potions’ master was to him. Sirius shuddered as Snape rolled his hips forward, pressing their groins together.

“Well well mutt, it seems you have found your rightful place…beneath me. Tell me, do you like this?” And Snape then rolled his hips forward again, eliciting a small moan from the blue-eyed man, his cheeks red and his eyes closed in shame.

“Stop Snape.” Sirius said as Snape leaned down to unbutton Sirius’ shirt, the chains clanking in his hands. Sirius felt himself trembling…with need or anger he didn’t know, maybe both. Snape sneered down at the shorter man, seeing Sirius’ conflicting emotion run through his eyes before Sirius turned away. Snape unbuttoned the rest of the shirt and then began to work on the pants. Sirius flushed as he felt his last piece of clothing fall from his body and onto the floor, his half-hard cock revealed to the hook nosed man.

“What’s this then Black? Are you embarrassed?” Snape chuckled as Sirius all but growled at him, fighting the chains once more.

“You’re an ass, you know that?” Sirius arched as Snape wrapped long, bony fingers around his cock. Snape smirked as he stroked slowly making Sirius grind his teeth, his chest heaving as he refused to show weakness. Snape’s black eyes glittered as he leaned down eye to eye with the now trembling man.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this Black. And now that I have you, well, I will make sure this will be an experience you won’t soon forget.” Sirius whined at the agonizingly slow pace at which Snape had set.

“Beg for it Black. A good whore begs for it. And that’s all you are now. A whore.” Sirius panted as he turned his head away, his face red with shame and arousal. Snape leered at him as he sped up the strokes and then slowed them, alternating between the speeds. Sirius bucked into the hand now seeking release, small whimpers escaping his lips. Snape laughed as Sirius let out a strangled cry and came in his hand. Sirius lay limp as Snape bent down and kissed him softly on the lips.

“Good boy Black. The Dark Lord will be pleased to see such a fine whore added to his collection.” Sirius panted as he tried to regain his breath.

“Coll…collection?” Snape smirked as he walked away from Sirius to get a wet rag from a water basin sitting on a shelf. Sirius frowned.

“Why don’t you just use magic to clean me off?”

“Because Black I am neither lazy nor impatient, unlike you and your godson. And yes collection. The Dark Lord has many whores in his service, most of which are quickly disposed of.” Sirius paled at this while Snape smirked.

“But no matter, he seems to be quite taken with Potter, you, and the wolf; Potter being the highest on the list. I doubt he will dispose of you three as quickly as he did the others.” Sirius flinched as the cold damp rag washed off his stomach and chest. Sirius glared into Snape’s eyes, as Snape grinned and washed lower, rubbing his balls and penis. Sirius stiffened at the touch, his eyes wide and his mouth shut.

“These are the rules Black: You will only speak when spoken to in front of the Dark Lord and his followers. You will address us as Master or Mistress.” Sirius moaned as Snape once again began to stroke him to hardness, his chains rattling as he fought back slightly. Snape pinned him down, leaning over him; his robes brushing against Sirius’ straining cock, doing nothing but upsetting Sirius as he fought his arousal. “You will NOT fight back, the Dark Lord may not want us to hurt you, but that does not mean we can’t punish you….And we will punish you. You will only sleep with those the Dark Lord has deemed fit to reward you to, as you are a high ranking whore, and will be allowed to use magic against those who wish to force you.”

“You ARE forcing….me…*gasp* Snape!” Sirius shuddered as Snape thumbed the head of his arousal. Snape smirked.

“Ah, but the Dark Lord has ordered me to train you….and its Master Snape, Black.” Sirius choked out a cry as Snape pinched a nipple. “Last rule Black.” Sirius whined as his hips bucked up, trying to increase the friction on his cock as Snape had removed his hand and instead was content to watch Sirius rub himself on Snape’s robes. Snape muttered a spell and then whispered into Sirius’ ear. “You will only come after those you are servicing, any other time you will be punished for.” Sirius yelled as he felt his release being halted by a tendril of magic around the base of his cock. Sirius arched up as Snape rubbed his hands down his body and leaned back to admire the man.

His sparkling blue eyes had darkened with lust and need. His curly black hair, once tied back with a black ribbon, had fallen loose and spilled across his face and shoulders. The years inside Azkaban had affected him greatly, he had not been a skinny man before, mostly fit; but now he seemed sinewy, lithe, his frame only a bit larger than Harry’s. His once tan skin was pale and covered in scar and tattoos, but the pale skin contrasted beautifully with his dark hair and eyes. Snape finished his assessment of the man writhing beneath him and satisfied with what he saw, got off of him and began walking to the door.

“W…wait! Snape! You bastard you can’t leave me like this!” Snape turned around and smirked, and Sirius’ eyes widened as Snape turned back around and left, locking the door behind him. Sirius growled.

“You son of a bitch!” Snape chuckled as he walked the corridors in search of Lucius. *Let him lay like that for awhile. He needs to be trained. I wonder how Lucius is faring with the wolf?*

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“So you are Black’s wolf?” Remus Lupin lay on face down on a king-sized, green and black canopy bed, his face red and his body shaking with fear and confusion. His hands had been shackled together as had his ankles after Malfoy had ordered him to strip down. He had reddened at the command and refused only to have Malfoy divest him of his clothes via magic and pushed him face down onto the soft bed.

Lucius Malfoy was now kneeling over him, running his hands through tawny locks as Remus’ hands clenched the bed sheets, his knuckles white with fear. Lucius chuckled as he began to unbutton his shirt and breeches.

“You are so pretty wolf, I will very much enjoy making you submit to me.” Remus whimpered as he felt Lucius’ hands travel down his bare back and ribs. The hands and body left for a moment only to return, but this time it was naked skin that met Remus’ back; skin that made him arch and gasp as he felt something hard and hot against his ass. Lucius chuckled as Remus bit his lip, his hands shaking and his eyes closed. Lucius kissed the back of Remus’ neck before stroking his ribs once more.

“You don’t speak wolf?” Remus shook his head, his golden brown locks falling into his eyes. Lucius chuckled as he spread the trembling wolf’s legs; albeit forcefully as Remus refused to have them splayed so.

“No fighting, wolf. It’s one of the rules here when you are one of the Dark Lord’s whores.” Remus felt his throat constrict at the word whore. *Ohgodohgodohgod….What have I done?* Lucius flicked his wrist and a bottle of lube flew into his hand. Remus flinched as he heard the cap being flung open, his eyes clenched tightly closed and his breath leaving his mouth in quick pants. He tensed when he felt a long, slim finger press against his hole. He heard Lucius sigh and felt his hair brush against his back as Malfoy bent over him to whisper in his ear.

“You must relax pet, or this will hurt very much. I cannot hurt you as my master would be very angry with me. And as much as I would love to see you crying out beneath me and my cock covered in blood, my master wanted your first time to be a learning experience. Am I correct in saying that this is your first time with a man?” Remus nodded sharply.

“Really? I would have thought your mutt would have claimed you by now?” Lucius smirked as he felt the man beneath him tense and growl.

“Ahhh…So you do care for him? I thought as much. No matter pet. Here I shall teach you so that if you are ever given the chance to perform with him for our master you will know. Face down is the best position as it offers the most comfort and pleasure,” Lucius smirked as his finger once again found its way near Remus’ hole.

“Do relax won’t you? Relaxing ensures the most comfort as this is the hardest part for virgins. We start with one finger and slowly push in,” Remus gasped, his neck and back arching up as he felt Lucius slowly push his finger inside, stretching him slowly.

“Next, we insert another finger, that’s two now pet.” Remus let out a strangled cry as a well oiled finger slid in next to the other one, both of them twisting and scissoring inside him, trying to stretch him well. Remus gasped as the fingers brushed against a very sensitive something that made tremors of pleasure run through his body. Lucuis let out a chuckle as he felt the tawny haired wolf beneath him shiver with pleasure and knew he had found what he was looking for.

“That, wolf, is your prostate. Feels good yes?” Remus agreed with a low moan as the fingers constantly brushed against his prostate, arousing him to a state of hysteria as his cock brushed against the soft fabric of the comforter. His hips, which he had not realized were moving, were stilled by Lucius’ other hand as his tongue made small patterns on the back of his neck. Remus whined at the loss, as Lucius removed his fingers.

“Shhh… pet. I promise there will be much more where that came from.” Lucius took the moment to examine the golden beauty he had before him. The wolf was lean and pale; his golden eyes were closed in both lust and fear, his lithe body covered in a sheen of sweat, and some of his light brown hair stuck to the nape of his neck while the rest fell in his eyes. All in all, the man beneath him was gorgeous and ripe for the taking.

Lucius smirked as he lined himself up and slowly pushed the head of his cock past the ring of muscle, his hands clenching the younger man’s hips. Remus gasped as he felt himself being breached, his eyes widened and his back arched. Lucius knelt over, one arm around his waist the other on his back, trying to catch his breath. *Gods he is tight!* He slowly pulled himself out and then thrust back in, trying to brush against the wolf’s prostate. He knew he succeeded when Remus moaned and pushed back slightly before catching himself.

Lucius set a steady pace at first; he wanted to prolong the pleasure as he did not know when he would have the man again. He felt and saw him writhe beneath him, gasping occasionally and crying out. Remus saw white as he felt Lucius pound in and out of him slowly, almost lazily. His hands clenched the sheets beside him and he could feel his arousal begging to be touched. *Please touch me! Oh god…* Lucius heard Remus whimper as he desperately tried to rub himself on the sheets only to be stopped by Lucius.

“Do you want me to touch you wolf?” Remus nodded and moaned low in his throat. “Well, you are going to have to beg. Let me hear that pretty voice of yours.” Lucius by now was panting and he felt himself want to speed up, but he held back. He kept the pace for another five minutes, each thrust hitting Remus’ prostate sending him into a frenzy. Finally, Lucius smirked triumphantly as Remus begged for release.

“Please! Merlin…please just touch me!” Remus’ soft, low voice pleaded with Lucius to free him from his torment. Lucius sped up his thrusts now, shooting for climax. He dragged Remus up on his knees so that his head was lying on Lucius’ shoulder as he panted and writhed while Lucius thrust in and out of him. Lucius reached down and stroked Remus now swollen and leaking cock. As Lucius thumbed the head, Remus felt himself stiffen, his back arching and his toes curled against the mattress, as he released into Lucius’ hand in white, ropey spurts. He let out a cry, which was swallowed by Lucius as he kissed him; his tongue exploring and his teeth nipping at his lips. Remus moaned as he felt Lucius come inside him, warm liquid splashing his insides. Lucius sighed into Remus’ mouth and then let him go, letting Remus fall down as his knees gave out.

“Very well done, wolf. You are a natural submissive. I will tell My Lord about this and you will be rewarded for such good behavior.” Remus felt boneless as he lay curled up on the bed, his mind in a haze. *I’m a whore. God, now Sirius will never want me.* He felt tears run down his cheeks as he thought of Sirius and Harry. Were they experiencing the same humiliation and forced pleasure? Remus started as he felt a thumb brush across his cheek and he looked up into ice blue eyes and a small smile. Lucius stared into Remus' golden orbs, as if trying to decide on something, and spoke to him.

“Are you crying little wolf? No tears, you were amazing.” Remus sobbed softly as Lucius kissed him softly and then left, locking the door behind him. Remus stared at the door, willing it to open but gave up after awhile and drifted to sleep.

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Lucius smirked as he met Severus down the hall. Severus looked extremely pleased with himself and Severus could not help but grin as he took in Lucius’ slightly rumpled looking hair and satisfied look.

“I assume Lupin gave you no trouble? I knew he wouldn’t of course.” Lucius smirked.

“And I assume Black gave you all the trouble in the world? You always liked it when they fought back Severus.” Snape snorted as he crossed his arms.

“You did leave Lupin in one piece? I know how you like to get a little rough with your pets.” Lucius laughed as Snape glowered at him.

“Why Severus! I would never go against our Lord’s wishes and he specifically forbade me from harming the wolf,” Lucius sighed, “Pity too. He would have looked beautiful in pain, but I do think I enjoy giving him pleasure. Seeing him try to resist me was just exquisite. Was yours agreeable enough to get the Dark Lord’s approval?” Snape nodded absently.

“He will need more training, his temper and pride need to be knocked down a peg or two. But with the Potter brat in our clutches they both should submit rather quickly and then our Lord will be pleased.” Lucius smirked as he bid Snape a farewell and then left to play with his newly acquired pet some more.