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Blood Ties
WARNING: This chapter contains graphic depiction of rape!
Chapter Number/Total: 33/36
Chapter Title: Blood Ties
Words: 3218 Words
Harry had his wand at the ready as they walked, the True Sight Spell already cast. "I don't even remember this place ...."
"You never saw it," Hermione whispered, shivering a bit despite the warm weather, "but this is where you were."
He stopped in front of the doors and turned, looking at them. "I wanted to say thanks again. You both have always been there for me. So ...." He walked over and gave Ron a hug, then Hermione, sighing.
Hermione bit her lip and looked like she would say something but then nodded. Ron smiled weakly. "Sure, mate."
Harry smiled back then looked at the door. "Ready?"
"Ready," his friends said, raising their wands.
Harry took a deep breath and let it out, rolling his shoulders. "Alohomora," he said finally, hearing the door lock click open.
The other two stood waiting behind him, tense and ready. There was no noise and nothing happened. Harry waited another moment before he reached out and pushed open the door, wand still in front of him. It was dark and Harry couldn't see much. He glanced at Hermione and Ron before he stepped inside. They stepped in with him, and the door slammed shut behind them with a loud echo in the large entry hall.
Hermione reached for the handle and tried to reopen it. "It's locked," she whispered.
"Just leave it alone," Harry replied quietly, looking around the room. "Where did you find me before?"
"In the dining hall," Ron answered, "to the right."
"Let's start there," Harry murmured, turning and quietly walking toward the dining room. He had never seen the place, but he remembered how it felt to be tied up in front of all the Death Eaters.
"Expelliarmus," was the first word Harry heard, and his wand was yanked from his hand as his world once again went dark.
Hermione started a spell but fell over silently as a Body-Bind Curse hit her from behind. Ron got a spell off before a Stunner took him down.
Harry gritted his teeth as he heard the spells, his hands clenching into fists. This was why he didn't want his friends to come inside with him. He knew it had to be a trap. Without the Sight Spell, Harry couldn't see a thing, so he listened for any movements.
He heard a cold laugh that he was very familiar with. "Welcome, Harry," Lucius said. "Do join us. We have been waiting for you."
Harry shook his head, a small shiver going down his spine. "Where's Draco?"
"Right here with his family, where he belongs," Lucius replied and Harry recognised the wild laughter of Bellatrix.
"He doesn't belong with you!" Harry exclaimed, trying his best to hide his own fear.
"He belongs to me," Lucius replied, "and he is paying the price for his disloyalty."
"He doesn't belong to anyone," Harry said, taking a step forward.
"You have no understanding of our ways, half-blood," Lucius sneered.
Someone shoved Harry forward into the room and he heard people moving on either side of him.
Harry stumbled, but caught himself just before he fell. "Your ways? What, hurting your only son for your own satisfaction? I didn't know that was the way of a pure-blood."
"Loyalty to family above all else," Lucius sneered. "Right, boy?" There was a muffled response.
"Draco!" Harry yelled, hearing the sound. "Let him go!"
There was a round of laughter at that. From it, Harry could tell that there were several people in the room besides Lucius and Bellatrix.
"Fucking bastards," Harry said, loudly enough for them all to hear. "I said let him go."
"Why would I do that, Potter?" Lucius asked. "None of you are leaving this building alive."
Harry felt his stomach lurch, but he took a deep breath, holding back the fear. "You're the only one dying."
"Is this what you like, my son? Do you think he is brave?" Lucius sneered. "He is a fool."
"He's smarter than you could ever be," Harry replied.
Hands grabbed Harry's wrists from each side.
Harry immediately began to struggle, trying to pull his arms away. "What, can't handle the truth?"
"I don't care what you think, Potter," Lucius snapped. "I only want you to see the results of what you have done."
Harry was dragged forward and forced into a chair. He was still struggling as he was forced to sit down. He had no idea what Lucius was talking about. Harry felt ropes slither over his legs and arms, holding him down. "Fuck," he murmured, the magical restraints limiting his movement.
"Don't worry, Potter, we'll get to that," one of the other men sneered lecherously.
Harry swallowed, trying to control his breathing as his heartbeat sped up. He wanted to ignore what he heard, but the words kept replaying in his mind.
"Would you like to SEE Draco, Potter?" Lucius laughed.
Harry bit his lip and shook his head. "I want you to let him go."
"You don't want your sight back?" Lucius asked.
"I don't care about my sight," Harry said.
"Even if I told you it was I who took it?" Lucius asked.
Harry felt his anger build up again. Lucius was taunting him. "I said I don't care." Harry heard movement and then whimpering. Harry bit his lip again, knowing that the whimpers belonged to Draco. "Let him go," he whispered.
"Bella, my dear," Lucius said, "which of the other two do you want?"
"The red one," she said with a laugh.
Harry gasped, beginning to struggle again. "Don't touch them!"
"Who gets the girl?" a male voice asked.
"You can have her first, Macnair," Lucius said, like he was offering a piece of cake instead of a person.
"No, please," Harry said, feeling tears well up in his eyes. He shook them away. "Don't hurt them ... please don't."
"Do you have anything to offer instead, Potter?" Lucius asked.
"Myself," he answered quietly.
"Really?" Lucius asked. "And what can you give us that we can't just take?"
"Anything ... just don't hurt them, please," he said, letting his head hang.
"You give up too easily," Lucius said, stroking his face.
Harry cringed away, but didn't answer. When his friends were involved, he couldn't help it.
"Not going to bargain for them?" Lucius asked.
"Whatever you want from them, take it from me," Harry said, knowing exactly what he was doing. "Just don't hurt them."
"You will do anything we say?" Lucius asked.
Harry bit his lip, but nodded after a moment. "Fine."
"Say it, Potter," Lucius commanded.
"I'll ... I'll do anything you say," he answered.
Harry heard muffled growling and Lucius laughed.
Harry bit his lip harder when he heard the growls, his heart clenching at the thought of Draco.
"I should have done something about this foolish obsession of my son's a long time ago," Lucius said.
Harry felt a hand in his hair and his head jerked back. He made a soft noise in his throat, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed a few times. Lips came down on his, a tongue thrusting into his mouth. Harry made another noise, trying to pull his head back away from the kiss. It felt so unnatural to do anything with someone who wasn't Draco. The kiss continued, forceful and thorough, the hand pulling his hair to control his head. Harry stayed still after a while, wanting the kiss to be over with as soon as possible. There was a deep laugh as the man drew back, biting Harry's lip as he did.
Harry had his eyes squeezed shut, making sure the tears didn't fall. Feeling a sudden wave of defiance, he spit the taste of the man out of his mouth, hoping he hit someone. The man released his hair and backhanded Harry, making his head spin. Harry let out a grunt of pain, his body jerking in the chair as well. Even his lip trembled as he fought not to cry, his head slowly falling forward again.
"You aren't being very cooperative," Harry heard Lucius say from somewhere to his right. "You would prefer we play with your friends?"
"No, I'm sorry," Harry mumbled, breathing in deeply.
"Such a nice short skirt the Mudblood is wearing," Lucius said. "Shame she can't say anything in the Body-Bind, but she can feel it, can't she?"
Harry shuddered. "I'll be cooperative. I swear. Just don't touch them."
"Tie them to those chairs," Lucius told the others. "If Potter cooperates, they remain guests at the party. Otherwise, they are the entertainment."
Harry sighed softly, knowing now that he'd definitely have to do as they said. He wouldn't know what to do if Hermione and Ron were hurt because of him. He'd hate himself even more.
Draco was growling again and Harry heard movement. "My son doesn't like the arrangement," Lucius sneered.
Harry looked up, shaking his head. "I'll be fine," he mouthed, hoping that Draco was somewhere in front of him so he could see.
"Remember, Potter, it only takes a moment to kill one of them," Lucius said. "Do what we say and they may yet live."
The ropes binding Harry slid away. "I know," he whispered, rubbing his wrists.
"If I can't have the girl," Macnair said, "then I want Potter first."
"I suppose that is fair," Lucius said. But he was interrupted by Bellatrix. "That's hardly fair given that I won't be allowed the red-haired one," she complained.
Harry stayed silent as they argued over him, not even daring to put in his own opinion.
"Bella, dear," Lucius drawled, "you two will just have to share."
Harry shuddered again, his hand moving to rub at his eyes. Only then did he let a few tears escape, making sure that they were rubbed away fast.
He felt a hand on his chin, nails digging into his skin. "Oh, but I think the tears are pretty," she told him.
Harry went still again, his hand falling away. He'd never been this close to Bellatrix before.
"Such pretty eyes that can't see," she crooned. "What good are they then?"
Harry could feel her breath on his face and he blinked away the fresh tears, his hands moving to grip the arms off the chair tightly.
Behind him, Harry heard Macnair laugh. "If it's tears you want, Bella," he said, "I am certain I can make sure he gives you buckets full."
Harry's nails dug into the chair as he forced himself not to say anything.
"Stand up, Potter," Macnair ordered, pulling his hair.
Harry stood, wishing Macnair would let go of his hair. He kept his hands at his sides though. Bella let go of his face. Before he could react, Harry felt rough hands pulling and ripping at his clothes, stripping him bare. Then Macnair pulled Harry forward. Harry felt the edge of a table against his thighs. "Bend over and hold the other edge," he was told.
Nearby, he heard the sound of Draco growling and struggling.
Harry did as he was told, turning his head and pressing his cheek against the cold table. He began to think of how he'd get out of here with Draco and his friends.
Lucius laughed. "Don't worry, son, you won't be left out," he sneered.
"No," Harry whispered quietly, his voice barely audible to himself.
The others laughed again, and Harry heard and felt banging on the table. Harry ignored them as he gripped the table, trying to concentrate on getting out safely. Rough hands grabbed Harry's arse. At the same time, he felt soft fingers and sharp nails on his face. Harry went back to biting at his lip as the torture started, trying to close himself up in his mind.
Draco's growls were louder now and he could hear muffled cries from him. Harry wished he could somehow soothe him, but there wasn't much he could do.
"Can you hear that, Potter? Do you know what Lucius is doing to your dog?" Macnair asked.
Harry shook his head, not wanting to hear what he was doing. Then he felt Macnair's cock pressed against him and Bella's hand holding his chin, no doubt watching his face. Harry's face paled at the touch, his eyes widening a bit as tears welled up in them again.
"Pretty," Bella said and Macnair laughed as he pushed hard into Harry's body, without lube.
Harry screamed, his body shaking and quivering underneath the man. The tears that he had tried so hard to keep back flowed out of his eyes now. He heard Hermione sobbing somewhere to his left and someone else cursed.
Macnair didn't pause but began thrusting hard and fast into Harry's body. Harry tried to press his face against the table again, wanting to feel the cold. He was sobbing, the tears falling down his cheeks and over Bellatrix's fingers.
Draco was howling now, whatever they had used to gag him with was either gone or not doing much to keep the sound down. Bellatrix laughed and Harry felt her press her lips to his. He tried not to cringe away from the kiss, not wanting to make it seem like he wasn't cooperating. Draco's howls reminded Harry that he was there to save him. All he needed to do was figure out how.
Ron had begun a litany of profanity; it would probably surprise most of his family that he even knew those words. This seemed to amuse the others in the room.
Lucius laughed loudly, too. "My son seems much less cooperative now, doesn't he?" he asked the room. "Crucio," he said loudly and the howls reached a new decibel level.
Macnair was still shoving hard into Harry's body, fingers digging into his hips and the table edge cutting into his thighs. Bellatrix's claw-like nails dug into Harry's hair and scalp, holding him so she could see his face. Bellatrix laughed and he felt the press of her lips on his again.
"Stop," Harry groaned, turning his head away from the kiss finally. He let go of the table for a moment and mumbled the True Sight Spell, hoping it would work without his wand. It did, but he couldn't see much without holding his hand up. "I s-said stop," he said, trying to look around.
Behind Harry, Macnair was grunting and pounding into his body. With Draco's screams, the only one close enough to hear Harry was Bellatrix, whose mad eyes looked at him with a wicked gleam. "Poor baby doesn't like it?" she cooed.
Harry gritted his teeth, feeling himself sag against the table. Draco's screams echoed through his head, and it was steadily becoming all too much for him. "Fuck you," he gasped.
Bellatrix laughed. "I just might," she teased. Behind Harry, Macnair was coming, shoving in deep and groaning loudly. Harry let out a silent sob, his eyes squeezing shut again as he felt the burn intensify for the moment.
Blood and come trailed down Harry's legs as Macnair pulled out and slapped Harry's arse, laughing. "Still so tight," he said.
The room rang strangely quiet as Draco's howls stopped suddenly. There was sobbing from at least two people in the room, and someone else was panting. The continued sound of flesh hitting flesh was loud and the table shook in time with it.
Harry felt like collapsing on the floor, but he forced himself not to as he pressed his body against the table still. He couldn't hear Draco's screams, but he was sure he was still being hurt. Harry gripped the table edge tighter.
"Climb onto the table, Potter," Macnair said.
Harry grunted as he pulled himself up onto the table, his lower body pulsing with pain.
"Lie on your back," the man ordered.
It hurt to move more, but Harry turned, slipping onto his back. He raised his hand a bit and stared up at the ceiling, not wanting to look at anyone else yet. He could feel the table shaking as if someone else was on it too.
"Ennervate," Lucius cast somewhere down the table in the direction of Harry's head, and there was a loud gasp and moan from Draco.
"Draco," Harry whispered, shifting as close as he could to the sound.
The response was so hoarse that Harry could barely make it out. "Harry," Draco rasped.
It felt like something broke in Harry's chest. "I'll get us out, promise," he said quietly, fresh tears slipping out of his eyes and into his hair.
"How sweet," Lucius said, his voice making it clear that he found it disgusting. "You destroy my son and then promise to take him away again. I guess being blind you are not aware of the hideous monster you created."
"He's not a monster," Harry said, shaking his head. "You're the monster."
There was laughter around the room at Harry's declaration. "My son was beautiful," Lucius continued, "but this animal would be best put out of its misery."
"You did this to him," Harry growled, moving to sit up.
A hand closed on Harry's throat, long nails digging into his skin, and pushed him back down. "You killed our Lord and you will pay!" Bellatrix snapped.
Harry gasped, his hand closing around her wrist as he fought to breathe. "No, you will," he managed to say.
"Little Potter wants to play rough." She laughed, and he felt the fingers of her other hand rake down his chest, stinging and sharp.
Harry gritted his teeth again, the nails leaving shallow cuts, but nothing like he hadn't experienced before.
Lucius's voice sounded much closer to Harry now. "Bella, dear," he drawled, "haven't you had enough blood play for one day?"
She laughed at that. "But this one is unmarked and you wouldn't let me have the red one," she complained. She put less pressure on Harry's windpipe, but dug her nails into his throat too.
Harry tried to pull away from the nails, feeling as though she was trying to rip a chunk out of his neck. "Stop ...."
"Potter, giving orders again," Lucius sneered. "You made a bargain, and, so far, your little friends have remained unmolested, but that can change."
Harry made a soft noise, but didn't reply, not sure if he could if he wanted to.
"Bella, before you damage him too much, remember that your husband hasn't had his chance to play with him yet," Lucius spoke like we was talking to a naughty child.
As they spoke, Harry reached his hand out, feeling around for Draco. He knew his lover was close and he needed to reassure himself. Harry's hand encountered blood before it met flesh -- hot, sticky blood. Then as he stretched further, he found a rope-bound wrist, claws pressed into the flesh of the palm. Harry bit his lip, placing his hand over Draco's. Running one of his fingers down a claw, he sighed, almost forgetting about the nails slowly digging into his neck.
"What would you do if we let you go to him, Potter?" Lucius asked.
"Talk to him," Harry said quietly, lying. He wanted to do much more than that.
"Bella, let him go," Lucius said, and Harry felt her hands withdraw from his neck and chest. "Take a few minutes to indulge yourself, Potter," Lucius drawled, clearly amused.
Chapter Number/Total: 33/36
Chapter Title: Blood Ties
Words: 3218 Words
Harry had his wand at the ready as they walked, the True Sight Spell already cast. "I don't even remember this place ...."
"You never saw it," Hermione whispered, shivering a bit despite the warm weather, "but this is where you were."
He stopped in front of the doors and turned, looking at them. "I wanted to say thanks again. You both have always been there for me. So ...." He walked over and gave Ron a hug, then Hermione, sighing.
Hermione bit her lip and looked like she would say something but then nodded. Ron smiled weakly. "Sure, mate."
Harry smiled back then looked at the door. "Ready?"
"Ready," his friends said, raising their wands.
Harry took a deep breath and let it out, rolling his shoulders. "Alohomora," he said finally, hearing the door lock click open.
The other two stood waiting behind him, tense and ready. There was no noise and nothing happened. Harry waited another moment before he reached out and pushed open the door, wand still in front of him. It was dark and Harry couldn't see much. He glanced at Hermione and Ron before he stepped inside. They stepped in with him, and the door slammed shut behind them with a loud echo in the large entry hall.
Hermione reached for the handle and tried to reopen it. "It's locked," she whispered.
"Just leave it alone," Harry replied quietly, looking around the room. "Where did you find me before?"
"In the dining hall," Ron answered, "to the right."
"Let's start there," Harry murmured, turning and quietly walking toward the dining room. He had never seen the place, but he remembered how it felt to be tied up in front of all the Death Eaters.
"Expelliarmus," was the first word Harry heard, and his wand was yanked from his hand as his world once again went dark.
Hermione started a spell but fell over silently as a Body-Bind Curse hit her from behind. Ron got a spell off before a Stunner took him down.
Harry gritted his teeth as he heard the spells, his hands clenching into fists. This was why he didn't want his friends to come inside with him. He knew it had to be a trap. Without the Sight Spell, Harry couldn't see a thing, so he listened for any movements.
He heard a cold laugh that he was very familiar with. "Welcome, Harry," Lucius said. "Do join us. We have been waiting for you."
Harry shook his head, a small shiver going down his spine. "Where's Draco?"
"Right here with his family, where he belongs," Lucius replied and Harry recognised the wild laughter of Bellatrix.
"He doesn't belong with you!" Harry exclaimed, trying his best to hide his own fear.
"He belongs to me," Lucius replied, "and he is paying the price for his disloyalty."
"He doesn't belong to anyone," Harry said, taking a step forward.
"You have no understanding of our ways, half-blood," Lucius sneered.
Someone shoved Harry forward into the room and he heard people moving on either side of him.
Harry stumbled, but caught himself just before he fell. "Your ways? What, hurting your only son for your own satisfaction? I didn't know that was the way of a pure-blood."
"Loyalty to family above all else," Lucius sneered. "Right, boy?" There was a muffled response.
"Draco!" Harry yelled, hearing the sound. "Let him go!"
There was a round of laughter at that. From it, Harry could tell that there were several people in the room besides Lucius and Bellatrix.
"Fucking bastards," Harry said, loudly enough for them all to hear. "I said let him go."
"Why would I do that, Potter?" Lucius asked. "None of you are leaving this building alive."
Harry felt his stomach lurch, but he took a deep breath, holding back the fear. "You're the only one dying."
"Is this what you like, my son? Do you think he is brave?" Lucius sneered. "He is a fool."
"He's smarter than you could ever be," Harry replied.
Hands grabbed Harry's wrists from each side.
Harry immediately began to struggle, trying to pull his arms away. "What, can't handle the truth?"
"I don't care what you think, Potter," Lucius snapped. "I only want you to see the results of what you have done."
Harry was dragged forward and forced into a chair. He was still struggling as he was forced to sit down. He had no idea what Lucius was talking about. Harry felt ropes slither over his legs and arms, holding him down. "Fuck," he murmured, the magical restraints limiting his movement.
"Don't worry, Potter, we'll get to that," one of the other men sneered lecherously.
Harry swallowed, trying to control his breathing as his heartbeat sped up. He wanted to ignore what he heard, but the words kept replaying in his mind.
"Would you like to SEE Draco, Potter?" Lucius laughed.
Harry bit his lip and shook his head. "I want you to let him go."
"You don't want your sight back?" Lucius asked.
"I don't care about my sight," Harry said.
"Even if I told you it was I who took it?" Lucius asked.
Harry felt his anger build up again. Lucius was taunting him. "I said I don't care." Harry heard movement and then whimpering. Harry bit his lip again, knowing that the whimpers belonged to Draco. "Let him go," he whispered.
"Bella, my dear," Lucius said, "which of the other two do you want?"
"The red one," she said with a laugh.
Harry gasped, beginning to struggle again. "Don't touch them!"
"Who gets the girl?" a male voice asked.
"You can have her first, Macnair," Lucius said, like he was offering a piece of cake instead of a person.
"No, please," Harry said, feeling tears well up in his eyes. He shook them away. "Don't hurt them ... please don't."
"Do you have anything to offer instead, Potter?" Lucius asked.
"Myself," he answered quietly.
"Really?" Lucius asked. "And what can you give us that we can't just take?"
"Anything ... just don't hurt them, please," he said, letting his head hang.
"You give up too easily," Lucius said, stroking his face.
Harry cringed away, but didn't answer. When his friends were involved, he couldn't help it.
"Not going to bargain for them?" Lucius asked.
"Whatever you want from them, take it from me," Harry said, knowing exactly what he was doing. "Just don't hurt them."
"You will do anything we say?" Lucius asked.
Harry bit his lip, but nodded after a moment. "Fine."
"Say it, Potter," Lucius commanded.
"I'll ... I'll do anything you say," he answered.
Harry heard muffled growling and Lucius laughed.
Harry bit his lip harder when he heard the growls, his heart clenching at the thought of Draco.
"I should have done something about this foolish obsession of my son's a long time ago," Lucius said.
Harry felt a hand in his hair and his head jerked back. He made a soft noise in his throat, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed a few times. Lips came down on his, a tongue thrusting into his mouth. Harry made another noise, trying to pull his head back away from the kiss. It felt so unnatural to do anything with someone who wasn't Draco. The kiss continued, forceful and thorough, the hand pulling his hair to control his head. Harry stayed still after a while, wanting the kiss to be over with as soon as possible. There was a deep laugh as the man drew back, biting Harry's lip as he did.
Harry had his eyes squeezed shut, making sure the tears didn't fall. Feeling a sudden wave of defiance, he spit the taste of the man out of his mouth, hoping he hit someone. The man released his hair and backhanded Harry, making his head spin. Harry let out a grunt of pain, his body jerking in the chair as well. Even his lip trembled as he fought not to cry, his head slowly falling forward again.
"You aren't being very cooperative," Harry heard Lucius say from somewhere to his right. "You would prefer we play with your friends?"
"No, I'm sorry," Harry mumbled, breathing in deeply.
"Such a nice short skirt the Mudblood is wearing," Lucius said. "Shame she can't say anything in the Body-Bind, but she can feel it, can't she?"
Harry shuddered. "I'll be cooperative. I swear. Just don't touch them."
"Tie them to those chairs," Lucius told the others. "If Potter cooperates, they remain guests at the party. Otherwise, they are the entertainment."
Harry sighed softly, knowing now that he'd definitely have to do as they said. He wouldn't know what to do if Hermione and Ron were hurt because of him. He'd hate himself even more.
Draco was growling again and Harry heard movement. "My son doesn't like the arrangement," Lucius sneered.
Harry looked up, shaking his head. "I'll be fine," he mouthed, hoping that Draco was somewhere in front of him so he could see.
"Remember, Potter, it only takes a moment to kill one of them," Lucius said. "Do what we say and they may yet live."
The ropes binding Harry slid away. "I know," he whispered, rubbing his wrists.
"If I can't have the girl," Macnair said, "then I want Potter first."
"I suppose that is fair," Lucius said. But he was interrupted by Bellatrix. "That's hardly fair given that I won't be allowed the red-haired one," she complained.
Harry stayed silent as they argued over him, not even daring to put in his own opinion.
"Bella, dear," Lucius drawled, "you two will just have to share."
Harry shuddered again, his hand moving to rub at his eyes. Only then did he let a few tears escape, making sure that they were rubbed away fast.
He felt a hand on his chin, nails digging into his skin. "Oh, but I think the tears are pretty," she told him.
Harry went still again, his hand falling away. He'd never been this close to Bellatrix before.
"Such pretty eyes that can't see," she crooned. "What good are they then?"
Harry could feel her breath on his face and he blinked away the fresh tears, his hands moving to grip the arms off the chair tightly.
Behind him, Harry heard Macnair laugh. "If it's tears you want, Bella," he said, "I am certain I can make sure he gives you buckets full."
Harry's nails dug into the chair as he forced himself not to say anything.
"Stand up, Potter," Macnair ordered, pulling his hair.
Harry stood, wishing Macnair would let go of his hair. He kept his hands at his sides though. Bella let go of his face. Before he could react, Harry felt rough hands pulling and ripping at his clothes, stripping him bare. Then Macnair pulled Harry forward. Harry felt the edge of a table against his thighs. "Bend over and hold the other edge," he was told.
Nearby, he heard the sound of Draco growling and struggling.
Harry did as he was told, turning his head and pressing his cheek against the cold table. He began to think of how he'd get out of here with Draco and his friends.
Lucius laughed. "Don't worry, son, you won't be left out," he sneered.
"No," Harry whispered quietly, his voice barely audible to himself.
The others laughed again, and Harry heard and felt banging on the table. Harry ignored them as he gripped the table, trying to concentrate on getting out safely. Rough hands grabbed Harry's arse. At the same time, he felt soft fingers and sharp nails on his face. Harry went back to biting at his lip as the torture started, trying to close himself up in his mind.
Draco's growls were louder now and he could hear muffled cries from him. Harry wished he could somehow soothe him, but there wasn't much he could do.
"Can you hear that, Potter? Do you know what Lucius is doing to your dog?" Macnair asked.
Harry shook his head, not wanting to hear what he was doing. Then he felt Macnair's cock pressed against him and Bella's hand holding his chin, no doubt watching his face. Harry's face paled at the touch, his eyes widening a bit as tears welled up in them again.
"Pretty," Bella said and Macnair laughed as he pushed hard into Harry's body, without lube.
Harry screamed, his body shaking and quivering underneath the man. The tears that he had tried so hard to keep back flowed out of his eyes now. He heard Hermione sobbing somewhere to his left and someone else cursed.
Macnair didn't pause but began thrusting hard and fast into Harry's body. Harry tried to press his face against the table again, wanting to feel the cold. He was sobbing, the tears falling down his cheeks and over Bellatrix's fingers.
Draco was howling now, whatever they had used to gag him with was either gone or not doing much to keep the sound down. Bellatrix laughed and Harry felt her press her lips to his. He tried not to cringe away from the kiss, not wanting to make it seem like he wasn't cooperating. Draco's howls reminded Harry that he was there to save him. All he needed to do was figure out how.
Ron had begun a litany of profanity; it would probably surprise most of his family that he even knew those words. This seemed to amuse the others in the room.
Lucius laughed loudly, too. "My son seems much less cooperative now, doesn't he?" he asked the room. "Crucio," he said loudly and the howls reached a new decibel level.
Macnair was still shoving hard into Harry's body, fingers digging into his hips and the table edge cutting into his thighs. Bellatrix's claw-like nails dug into Harry's hair and scalp, holding him so she could see his face. Bellatrix laughed and he felt the press of her lips on his again.
"Stop," Harry groaned, turning his head away from the kiss finally. He let go of the table for a moment and mumbled the True Sight Spell, hoping it would work without his wand. It did, but he couldn't see much without holding his hand up. "I s-said stop," he said, trying to look around.
Behind Harry, Macnair was grunting and pounding into his body. With Draco's screams, the only one close enough to hear Harry was Bellatrix, whose mad eyes looked at him with a wicked gleam. "Poor baby doesn't like it?" she cooed.
Harry gritted his teeth, feeling himself sag against the table. Draco's screams echoed through his head, and it was steadily becoming all too much for him. "Fuck you," he gasped.
Bellatrix laughed. "I just might," she teased. Behind Harry, Macnair was coming, shoving in deep and groaning loudly. Harry let out a silent sob, his eyes squeezing shut again as he felt the burn intensify for the moment.
Blood and come trailed down Harry's legs as Macnair pulled out and slapped Harry's arse, laughing. "Still so tight," he said.
The room rang strangely quiet as Draco's howls stopped suddenly. There was sobbing from at least two people in the room, and someone else was panting. The continued sound of flesh hitting flesh was loud and the table shook in time with it.
Harry felt like collapsing on the floor, but he forced himself not to as he pressed his body against the table still. He couldn't hear Draco's screams, but he was sure he was still being hurt. Harry gripped the table edge tighter.
"Climb onto the table, Potter," Macnair said.
Harry grunted as he pulled himself up onto the table, his lower body pulsing with pain.
"Lie on your back," the man ordered.
It hurt to move more, but Harry turned, slipping onto his back. He raised his hand a bit and stared up at the ceiling, not wanting to look at anyone else yet. He could feel the table shaking as if someone else was on it too.
"Ennervate," Lucius cast somewhere down the table in the direction of Harry's head, and there was a loud gasp and moan from Draco.
"Draco," Harry whispered, shifting as close as he could to the sound.
The response was so hoarse that Harry could barely make it out. "Harry," Draco rasped.
It felt like something broke in Harry's chest. "I'll get us out, promise," he said quietly, fresh tears slipping out of his eyes and into his hair.
"How sweet," Lucius said, his voice making it clear that he found it disgusting. "You destroy my son and then promise to take him away again. I guess being blind you are not aware of the hideous monster you created."
"He's not a monster," Harry said, shaking his head. "You're the monster."
There was laughter around the room at Harry's declaration. "My son was beautiful," Lucius continued, "but this animal would be best put out of its misery."
"You did this to him," Harry growled, moving to sit up.
A hand closed on Harry's throat, long nails digging into his skin, and pushed him back down. "You killed our Lord and you will pay!" Bellatrix snapped.
Harry gasped, his hand closing around her wrist as he fought to breathe. "No, you will," he managed to say.
"Little Potter wants to play rough." She laughed, and he felt the fingers of her other hand rake down his chest, stinging and sharp.
Harry gritted his teeth again, the nails leaving shallow cuts, but nothing like he hadn't experienced before.
Lucius's voice sounded much closer to Harry now. "Bella, dear," he drawled, "haven't you had enough blood play for one day?"
She laughed at that. "But this one is unmarked and you wouldn't let me have the red one," she complained. She put less pressure on Harry's windpipe, but dug her nails into his throat too.
Harry tried to pull away from the nails, feeling as though she was trying to rip a chunk out of his neck. "Stop ...."
"Potter, giving orders again," Lucius sneered. "You made a bargain, and, so far, your little friends have remained unmolested, but that can change."
Harry made a soft noise, but didn't reply, not sure if he could if he wanted to.
"Bella, before you damage him too much, remember that your husband hasn't had his chance to play with him yet," Lucius spoke like we was talking to a naughty child.
As they spoke, Harry reached his hand out, feeling around for Draco. He knew his lover was close and he needed to reassure himself. Harry's hand encountered blood before it met flesh -- hot, sticky blood. Then as he stretched further, he found a rope-bound wrist, claws pressed into the flesh of the palm. Harry bit his lip, placing his hand over Draco's. Running one of his fingers down a claw, he sighed, almost forgetting about the nails slowly digging into his neck.
"What would you do if we let you go to him, Potter?" Lucius asked.
"Talk to him," Harry said quietly, lying. He wanted to do much more than that.
"Bella, let him go," Lucius said, and Harry felt her hands withdraw from his neck and chest. "Take a few minutes to indulge yourself, Potter," Lucius drawled, clearly amused.