The Boy Who Cried

“It’s been almost two years since I’ve done magic, Harry… I’m not sure if I’m up to this.”
Harry sighed, back at her, the one… Her face had brought him back. “I know. I.. I’ll do it myself. Just stay safe, then.”
Both girls snorted at him, brandishing their wands. “The hell I will. Besides, if we go with you, the teachers might believe you, which would be a big plus.”


Harry sighed, looking down. “I… What have I done?”
Hermione sighed, and punched his shoulder. “Now’s not the time. Forget what’s done, let’s UNdo it. Come on!”

Cho nodded in mute agreement, and he whirled. All three of them were wearing black robes, with gray pants and shirts underneath. It was surprisingly similar to the school uniform, and in a weird way, made him feel comfortable. He had spent two years as someone else, doing horrible things. Time to get his own back.

The dash through the castle was quick and easy. Who living knew this castle better than they, with the possible exception of Remus Lupin? Nobody. They dodged most of the Death Eaters they saw, and a quick and heavy application of jinxes put down the ones they couldn’t.

“Okay now, Harry. I heard Lord Harold muttering, a while ago. He said that the teacher’s wands were being held in Filch’s office, and all the Teachers except Snape were in the old detention dungeon.”
Harry smiled softly at Cho, “I always did want to break into Filch’s office. D’ya suppose that the list is still there?”

Both girls could only give a small snort of laughter. It was him back.
“Alohamora!”
The lock snicked, and Harry turned the knob, pushing the door open. The room was full, but covered with dust.

On top of Filch’s desk sat a box, containing wands. And Harry smiled. He grabbed the first one off the pile. “Flitwick’s…Yes, it’s too short to be anyone else’s.”

From outside, the sound of an alarmed person curious could be heard. “What? Who’s poking around in here?!”
A black-robed, black-hooded figure ran in, and gasped. “My Lord! What are you doing down here?.. Look out, the whores have wands!”

The man drew his wand, but not fast enough, as Harry, Cho and Hermione spun, all of them casting Disarm on him, in a chorus of “Expelliarmus!”


The sound of shouting started to ring out, but it was just starting. Cho grabbed the box, Hermione and Harry dashing out the door. Nobody was yet in sight. “Oh, good. Here’s the old dungeon. “ALHOAMORA!”




Filius Flitwick was not having a good day. But then, he hadn’t had a good day in nearly two years.
Not since Voldemort had busted in on the graduation. And had killed himself.
Somehow, a lot of the Death Eaters had managed to fight their way out, and fled, despite the efforts of all of the assembled, including he.

“If I’d had any idea what was soon to happen, I would’ve practiced dueling more,” he said.

“Yeh’ve said this a hundred times, Professor. How could you have known ‘Arry was gonna turn into that Lord ‘Arold bloke? Dodgy, I think… I’ll betchah You-Know-Who has some kinda hold over ‘im.”

Flitwick sighed. There was no use arguing with Hagrid. He was the last person in the dungeon who believed Potter was innocent.

Well, him, and Luna Lovegood. But then, they hadn’t heard from her in a long time… A shudder ran through the tiny Charms Master’s body, thinking about what they were doing to those poor girls. Lovegood, Weasley… And more, he’d bet. Oh, how did we fail you all?

“Professor Hagrid, much though we might like to believe his innocence, you have to face facts. He brought you in here personally!”

Madam Hooch. Possibly the most stubborn woman in the entire castle when her ire was up, she was even a match for McGonnagal’s fury.

“Jes’ yeh wait, Madam Hooch. Anytime now, ‘Arry, OUR ‘Arry, he’ll come bustin’ in that door to set things right.”

“Xiomara, let him be.” Ahhhh. Professor Sprout. “If hope that the Harry Potter we all knew is sill lurking under that evil thing in Dumbledore’s office is what Rubeus is going on, let him be.”

“Well. I suppose you’re right, Eugenia.”


The two sleeps guards groused. “Y’know, why do we have to let this rabble talk? They could be plotting escape in code.”
His partner shrugged. “Lord Harold demands it.”
“Yeah? What, well Lord Harold don’t know won’t hurt me, will it? I’m trying to sleep here, you rabble! SILENCE!”


“ALOHAMORA!”


The main door slammed open with tremendous force, and both Death Eater guards leapt to their feet, the one who had ordered silence whimpering.

“L-Lo-LORD HAROLD! FORGIVE ME- AHHHHH!”
Flitwick heard three voices shouting Expelliarmus. Two of them, oh how he knew those voices so well, they were etched into his mind, and the third… Chang. It was Chang, Hermione, and Potter. Had the girls finally given in and joined him willingly? He was answered a second later when the door to his cell burst open, and Harry moved into his view, tossing something – his wand – at him. “Professor Flitwick, free everyone! We’ll get the door!”

Harry turned back to the door, and started flinging curses, alongside both of the girls, and Flitwick actually leaped three feet straight up, before bolting forward. He peeked towards the door, where Harry, Hermione and Cho, all in black robes, were trading a rather furious barrage of hexes, jinxes and curses up the stairs, and there was a box of wands; including the Teacher’s wands, on the floor.


Flitwick quickly levitated the box, as shouts broke out all over. The first person he freed was Hagrid, who was both immediately next to his cell, and had the most easily recognizable wand; the huge one that was sticking straight up. Flitwick tossed it to Hagrid, who shouted for joy, and ran towards the three fighting at the door, to help them.


For Harry, the whole thing was like a dream, and a nightmare, rolled into one, had a sausage stuffed in, and jammed down his throat. He, Hermione and Cho were fighting like any nine demons, but there were simply more Death Eaters than there were of them. Then it was as though a bubble popped, and his best dreams were coming true. Hagrid was standing over them, blasting away with his own wand, then Madam Hooch and Professor Trelawney were on the right, Flitwick had darted out in front of them, and was putting a very powerful shielding charm up to shield the group, and Professor Sprout and Madam Pince were on the left, and the Death Eaters were falling back.

Harry looked back, at the door at the end of the dungeon. And somehow, he knew. He turned around, and slid by Hagrid, saying, quietly, “You, umm… Get the door, please. I’ve got to go and help some very old friends…”


He opened the doord std stepped into a small ante-chamber. And the battle’s sounds vanished. Dual soundproof. He didn’t want to know what went on in here. But he knew.

He stepped through the door, and immediately, tears welled up in his eyes.

Luna Lovegood was the sight that greeted him first; she was hanging, spread-eagled, from a rack on the side of the room. Heavy shackles held her legs and wrists.
She was nude, and sobbing pitifully, lots of thin, red cuts tracing an intricate, geomcal cal pattern on her breasts, up her cheeks, down her belly, and down her legs. Where a vagina should have been was unclear, because it was so red and dripping Harry wasn’t sure if she was simply bleeding a lot, or if she’d been horribly mutilated. She had, he noticed barely in the passing, grown into a stunning woman, if viewed when not glistening red with her own blood.

He looked around, and there was nothing but another door. He rushed to her, his wand making the manacles pop open, and he caught her before she hit the floor.

She sobbed at the impact of her into his arms, then looked up, trembling, into his eyes. “H-h-Harry?… You came for us. I knew you would…” She started to weep, horrible, wracking, hiccupping weeping but she buried his face in his shoulder.

Harry knew she needed to be comforted, to be held. But Ginny was somewhere, and she might have been being hurt now, so he gently nudged the side of her face with his nose. “Luna? Loony Luna, please, where’s Ginny? She could be in danger..”

Luna sobbed softly, and looked over to the other door. “I-In there… D-Draco Malfoy’s in with her… He’s finished wi-with me… G-Get him, Harry…”

Such a sad thing, that Luna-tic Luna Lovegood, the most vapor-headed, innocent, soft and silly girl he knew of, had been robbed of her innocence, of the speech, the mindset, the freedom to be Luna. Malfoy would pay. For her, for Ginny, for everyone he’d ever hurt, but mostly Lun Luna and Ginny.

He gently set Luna upon the floor. “Stay here. I’m going to go and hurt Malfoy. Very, very badly…”

He opened the other door, closed it, and tried the inner lock door. It was locked.

He didn’t bother with Alohamora. He had more than enough rage in him. He simply booted the door down, and stepped through, wand raised. He nearly choked at the sight, Ginny Weasley, the girl who had sent him the world’s most horrible valentine, who had spent three years trying to make him love her, sister of his best friend… She was hanging upside down on a steeply inclined rack. Her body was a similar mess of cuts as Luna, especially her breasts. Malfoy had stabbed deep into them, straight through the nipples. He was busy, now, clothed, but with the front of his robe open, his penis sliding in and out of her mouth, and he could see her throat straining to take the unwanted invader at an awkward angle, while he tortured her vagina with his knife, plungin in in and out, glistening red. As he watched, before Malfoy had quite registered that he was not alone with his pet, Malfoy took the knife, and calmly sliced Ginny’s clit, eliciting a horrible scream of pain from her, which apparently pleased him, because he started to twitch, and he pulled out, pumping his horrible white seed along Ginny’s face…

Harry’s throat was working. He knew he’d be crying till the day he died over this, but not now. He screamed.
“MALFOOOOOOOOOOOOYYYY!!!”