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What will Voldemort do with Ron?

Why must Harry obey Voldemort\'s every command?

What will happen to Hogwarts now?



Keep reading to find out and reviews are very much loved and appreciated.



Just to say something though, I\'m only on chapter 3 and this is going to be a long one so don\'t start crying because Harry lost his magic just yet!

Everything will come in due time. . .or maybe it won\'t, I haven\'t really decided.



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Screams filled the air causing me to curl into the fetal position at Voldemort’s feet. I knew someone had cast the Cruciatus Curse on the Weasleys. I screamed along with my “family” begging Voldemort to only torture me, but I was ignored. I only got a look from my Master and suddenly I was unable to speak. I opened my mouth and attempted to scream until I was blue in the face, but no sound came out.



The Elder Wand pointed directly at Ron as he clearly said the word “Mobilicorpus” with a smug hint to his tone.



Mrs. Weasley held onto the arm of her son sobbing, but the spell was too strong and Ron flew toward Voldemort. Ron landed on his feet trembling before the man whose name he couldn’t even say.



“Come closer, Ronald”, the predatory snake-like voice hissed at my best friend. “Don’t you want to help your fallen friend? You know, Ronald, I have seen inside of your head several times. Some of those dreams you have are so. . .improper.”



Ron just stood there dumbfounded looking into those red eyes.



“Why don’t we show Harry here what your dreams have been all about, shall we?”



It was as if Ron had snapped. He screamed and ran toward his family trying desperately to get away but he got only a little more than an inch before he was under the Imperius Curse. Draco watched from between his mother and his aunt thinking of how much fun he would have making Ron scream for him once the Dark Lord was done. The Dark Lord flicked his new wand at Ron and suddenly my best friend was next to me on the ground panting heavily. I simply lay there looking between Ron and Voldemort very confused as to what exactly was going to happen next. And then, the unthinkable happened, Ron kissed me. This was the most passionate and loving kiss I had ever received and my body responded automatically. Ron ripped his clothing off exposing his chest, which had just recently begun to fill into hard muscles. His pants came next as he slid those off too.



“I love you, Harry”, he panted into my mouth.



I broke the kiss and gawked at Ron’s erection. I had never known how small my cock was until I was surrounded by them. Ron had to be at least 10 inches where as I measured only 6. I was suddenly trapped under Ron’s bigger body as he slid on top to me. I gasped not exactly sure how I felt about this. He was my mate, and had been for seven long years but I had never thought about him this way. I was not gay. My thoughts were pulled away from me as Ron began grinding his hips into mine cause our erections to rub together. Ron moaned my name loudly and dipped his head down for another kiss. I turned my face trying to push Ron away convinced he must be under a spell but Ron did not budge. I felt my balls begin to tighten and knew what was coming. Voldemort smiled down at me and hissed a command to cum. My body tensed and lifted off the cold dirt as I shot all over Ron’s chest and mine. My best mate was only a few seconds behind me shooting his load and covering me with another layer of cum. Ron rolled off me and panted as I sobbed silently still unable to speak. Voldemort lifted one hand and reached it down to cup my chin with a tenderness that truly frightened me.



“Only one more thing for you to do, my slave, lick Ronald clean.”



I gave a silent whimper but was unable to resist a direct command. I slid my tongue over Ron’s chest finding the taste of cum a lot more appetizing than I had expected. Gently I placed kisses over the parts where I had licked until I reached Ron’s cock which was already at half-mast once more. I knew this was what Voldemort was looking forward to the most and I obediently licked away at it as if it were a lollipop. Ron mewed with pleasure as I cleaned him then lay back in the grass apparently enjoying his fantasy finally playing out. Voldemort gave a dismissive wave and the new owners took their slaves away.



“Come with me, my dear pet. It is time to enjoy our new home.”



He began toward the castle at a brisk pace, but I could not move. This couldn’t be true. The Hogwarts castle could never fall into the hands of someone so evil. Voldemort paused when he noticed I was not crawling behind him. My body moved under the weight of his command.



“Apparently you haven’t realized yet, but the school was officially shut down, as the will which was made many centuries ago states, the castle and all of its possessions go to the heirs of the founders. Thanks to me, I am the end of the bloodlines. The other three houses have died off and now, only the true heir of Salazar Slytherin remains to claim his property. Hogwarts belongs to me, and me alone.”



My body finally reached his feet as he looked up at his castle and finished his explanation. It seems that fate was cruel. The one place I had ever felt truly safe was now to become my own personal hell, how ironic. With one flick of his wand every battle wound that the castle had taken in the final battle was now healed. Bricks flew back into their places and windows came back together. The castle was whole again but I felt myself shatter completely. My Master proceeded toward his new home as my body automatically gave in and followed him. I struggled with keeping my eyes open as I crawled for what seemed like hours. Finally we reached the front steps and the doors swept open.



“This is our new home, my pet”



In the matter of hours it seemed as if the entire castle had changed. Where it once dripped with many colors only the dark green of the Slytherin house was present. I shuddered as I noticed the house elves that lined the Grand Hall, all clothed in the same green tunic that bore the Slytherin coat of arms. They all looked so impassive as they bowed down to their new Master. The transition seemed so easy for them. As the castle changed hands, as did they. A flame of jealousy rose inside me wishing I too could just blindly serve the man or family who owned me, but I had to have a conscious. I had to have that utter loathing for the man whose collar now rested against my bare skin. I had to know how many he had killed including my parents. It was as if he read my mind because he looked down at me and chuckled.

“If you attack me, Harry, the pain that you will feel is ten times the pain of anything you have ever felt. You are now bound to me by very deep and old magic. That is why you cannot resist my commands as well.”