Blackmail

Chapter Three

Harry could have cried at his own stupidity. It was a fake vision that had gotten Sirius killed at the end of year five and now Voldemort had played another one of his dirty tricks, and since Harry had been so hasty, Severus was in trouble and in danger.

A solitary tear rolled down Harry’s cheek as he lifted his head to see one of the three Death Eater’s lead Severus out through the door they had come in. There was a moment where the two lovers eyes connected in burning intensity, but then it was gone, and leaving Harry even colder in its wake.

The doors swung shut with and echoing bang and Harry’s head was forced to once again face Voldemort. Harry just didn’t have the strength or courage to stare down this monster so he averted his eyes away from the snake face.

“Oh, Harry. I doubt you would understand just how joyous and exhilarating this night has been for me. To have finally been able to put my plans into action and acquire that one little thing I have wanted for so very long… you!”

Voldemort let go of Harry’s face and began to walk around the room.

“It is just too bad that I can not kill you, burn your eyes out and rip your tongue. To sever your pail skin and watch as your blood and organs ooze from your body. It is what I have been dreaming of for many long years.”

Harry felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead as he was forced to listen to Voldemort’s sadistic thoughts.

“However, this little arrangement I have made with your beloved Severus has left me with the opportunity to at least torture and torment you. I can compensate my dreams with watching you writhe in pain and humiliation, teach you to obey my every order and listen as you refer to me as your Lord and Master.”

It made Harry sick to the stomach as he listened to Voldemort virtually panting with the desire to cause him harm.

Harry couldn’t help but look up into those red depths, witnessing the fire blazing behind the irises as they bord down into his regrettably frightened emerald.

“BE GONE!” the snake suddenly shouted, startling Harry with the sudden command. He couldn’t help but fell the slightest glimpse of relief at finally being able to leave his nemesis’s presence.

“Leave the boy.”

Harry felt like his heart and throat plummeted down to his iron filled stomach.

Shuffling could be heard from behind Harry’s back yet he ignored it and focused only on the shiver that vibrated through his body at the prolonged contact Voldemort’s eyes stayed on him.

Within a short minute Harry had been left in the parlour, alone, with only a demon to haunt him. With no clothes, no wand and no Severus it was the most vulnerable he had felt... ever!

Voldemort wasted no time and stepped forward to be directly in front of his captive. He reached up and removed the soaking wet cloth that was impairing Harry speech and tossed it uselessly to the floor.

The sudden opportunity to speak unhindered brought forth that infamous Gryffindor Courage of Harry’s.

“You will never get away with this, you fiend!” the words weren’t yelled but rather spat, filled with malice and hate.

Unfortunately Voldemort didn’t take the insult to heart and began to laugh, letting out a sound that seemed to be much more like a collection of serpents hissing in unison.

“Oh, you insolent little child. Do you truly believe that Severus will do anything that would eventuate in your unnecessary harm?”

Another tremor shot through Harry’s body at the bighting words.

“I have the old Potions Master wrapped around my finger when I have you at my mercy. I shocked myself at the simplicity of the plan in capturing you. The only real preparation that it needed to arrange was sending you dreams while keeping the majority of my energy intact. Do your recall your most recent and… erotic dreams you have had? Well I can recall them as well, I thought them up.”

Ice consumed the insides of Harry, being able to think back the exactly what Voldemort was referring to. Those dreams had resulted in some naughty playtime with Severus upon awakening.

“All I had to do was make sure that one of my animagusly talented followers stayed awake and watch the visible results to ensure that my plan would result in my essential desire.”

Voldemort ran a cold finger down Harry’s cheek, which the boy could help but flinch at.

“Now all I have to decided on is whether having my own personal Potions Master at my disposable is better than my past little threat under my power and control...”

The sickening smile that Harry then received was sure to haunt his dreams for years to come.

Harry didn’t even get the chance to blink before that smile morphed into a determined grimace and a strong hand clamped over one of his shoulders, and not having any sort of chance to resist the pressure fell to his knees.

He clamped his eyes shut tight as Voldemort used his other hand to push aside his heavy robe and pulled out what lay behind. Harry knew what was about to happen, but he couldn’t fathom, let alone accept the position he was finding himself in.

There was no way he was going to be able to do what this monster was going to force upon him. It wasn’t the fact that he had never been in this situation before, with Severus, but his lover had always withheld pushing Harry. They had both known that the younger wizard was not ready for this type of sexual experience. They had preferred to do it slowly, making their time together as pleasurable as possible for the both of them. So this meant that the furthest Harry had ever gone orally was a few licks and suck of the head, never any harder, and NEVER deep throat.

Harry couldn’t help but feel utterly pathetic.

The grip from his shoulder moved up to his hair as his head was slightly tilted back and jaw was jerked open with the other hand. Harry knew that he should probably keep still but his instincts kicked in as the vivid image of what was about to happen entered his mind.

He wrenched his head from side to side, trying his best to escape the strong hold, all the while refusing to open his eyes.

His jaw was momentarily let go before he was backhanded across the cheek, causing a sting to not only his flesh, but also the hold of his hair, as he was unable to move his head with the force of the blow.

Harry stopped his moving and clenched his bound fists.

Treacherous tears slipped out of his tightly squeezed eyes and those spidery fingers moved back to his chin. He resigned himself to not think of Severus through this and instead focus on the dull throbbing of his forehead.

Flesh pushed past his lips and heavily settled on his tongue. Harry refused to move, to help out his tormenter in raping his mouth. He didn’t close his lips around the invader, and he didn’t move his tongue.

For a moment there were jerky movements before a low growl came and a dire threat.

“It’s either you or Severus, Harry. You decide…”

Severus. He was not going to think of Severus. Harry’s first time at this was supposed to be with the man he loved, when he was ready, knowing that he was loved. Not with this monster who had murdered his parents and made his live unbearable.

But Harry couldn’t let anymore happen to Severus. He had already been forced to become a slave tonight, through Harry’s own stupidity, so it was only what he deserved to make up for his love’s loss.

Lips hesitantly closed around the cock in his mouth and his tongue brushed back to rub the pulsating flesh. Suction was applied and Harry did what he didn’t want to do.

Voldemort shuddered in pleasure, and the next thing Harry knew the back of his throat was stabbed and he was sure he was bleeding. The fast and painful pace that the disgusting dick was being shoved into his mouth was too much for Harry and he couldn’t help but gag.

In the distance, Harry heard noises coming from above, noises that were turning his stomach and making him dizzy. Or so he believed, refusing to accept that it was the intrusion because it just wasn’t happening. It was some bad dream that Severus was going to wake him up from and hold him and comfort him until the disturbing images, sounds, smell and taste had vanished from him mind.

But Harry knew he was only making it harder on himself. He knew that this was no dream, it was happening, and he couldn’t stop gagging from the continual jab on his reflex, and that this entire situation wanted to make Harry vomit.

It finally got too much and Harry couldn’t hold back the bile burning up his throat, forgetting about the hold on his hair, and penis in his mouth, he pulled his head free and curled in on himself, heaving up what little there was in his stomach.

Everything was pushed to the back of Harry’s mind as the burn engulfed his chest and worked its way up his body. He had some trouble trying to stay balanced as he folded over in on himself due to his wrists still being bound, but that didn’t matter much to Harry. All he wanted was for the taste and smell and memory of what had just happened out of his body.

When the heaving finally subsided, a booted foot contacted with his ribs and he was shoved over onto the marbled floor.

It was only then that Harry opened his wet eyes and looked up to the monster towering above his pitiful form shivering on the floor.

“Well that was absolutely pathetic,” the words were spat and echoed through Harry’s head. “It looks like I’m just going to have to find another use for you.”

Harry shivered and closed his eyes again, choosing not to move from the uncomfortable position he had landed in.

Wet fleshy sounds could be heard from above and Harry shuddered. It only took a few minutes before there was a groan and warm splatter showered down on Harry. He resisted the urge to try and move away and changed his breathing from nose to mouth to avoid getting sick again.

Thudding footsteps indicated that Voldemort had walked away and he eased his eyes open as if the slight movement would draw the bastard’s attention to him again. Harry watched as the snake poured himself a drink and sat down to savour the liquor. Time passed and neither occupant in the room moved much until Voldemort raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Seconds later a Death Eater entered the room and without being given the order, dragged Harry out of the parlour.

He just didn’t have the energy to walk to wherever he was being taken and was instead half dragged, half carried.

Absently Harry noticed that the floor under his feet was becoming colder and rougher than the marble. He lethargically lifted his head and found that he was being escorted down a narrow corridor that was lit by flaming torches hung by brackets. Not much further down they finally stopped and a heavy door was opened. Harry couldn’t see inside the room as it had no light at all but he was nonetheless dragged into the dark. He was (thankfully) eased down onto some sort of moth eaten cot, on his stomach, and left, listening as the footsteps retreated and he was left alone, in the black, with only his thoughts as company.

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