Amnesiac Harry

A/N: Its not REAL torture. Im no good at gore fics :P Just read on and you will see what I mean. I know its not as long as the others but I have made you all wait long enough! So here it is chapter four! Just to warn you its more smut than anything. Well this fic is more smut that anything...a little plot if you tilt your head to the side like this O.o Enjoy!



Chapter 4

Voldemort stretched as he awoke, feeling unusually good and well-rested. He started when he felt a warm body next to his, practically curled around him. Voldemort pulled back the covers to reveal the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. There, wrapped around his waist, was Harry Potter. Bane of his existence. The boy’s jet black hair stood wildly, and his once pale skin was now covered in small bites and bruises. Voldemort frowned as he tried to remember what he had done to the boy…and why he had let him sleep in his bed. Slaves never slept with their masters, Voldemort himself had forbidden it. Voldemort smirked as last night’s events filled his mind and he grinned down lazily at him, his morning wood now fully at attention.


“We have just begun pet.” Voldemort whispered as he slowly inched his way forward, pushing himself past the tight ring of muscle. He moaned as Harry squeezed him, resisting the foreign object. Harry whined, his hands gripping the bonds holding him down tightly as the sharp pain pierced his body. Voldemort shushed him with small kisses and nips, his hips never stopping until he felt his balls brush against the boy’s soft skin. He groaned at the feeling of Harry around his hard cock, clenching him tightly. His hands gripped Harry’s hips in an iron hold, bruising the pale flesh.

Harry whimpered; his erection now painfully hard and leaking constantly. Voldemort waited for a moment to allow his pet to adjust to him; he didn’t want to ruin his new toy so soon.

“Are you alright pet?” Harry nodded and gasped as Voldemort pulled back slowly and thrust back in, searching for the spot that would make Harry see white. Voldemort watched his dick move in and out of the boy, his young hole seeming to never want to let go of it. Voldemort moaned when Harry seized up, tightening as Voldemort brushed against his prostate. Voldemort smirked and brushed against it again making the emerald eyed beauty cry out and arch his back, his body trembling. Voldemort pounded into him almost lazily, his strokes never losing rhythm, as Harry slowly lost control of himself. Harry writhed and cried as Voldemort hit that spot inside him over and over, causing wave after wave of delicious pleasure to hit him. But the bonds on his erection halted his release, making him beg and plead as the pain of it increased.

“Master…please…oh please…*gasp* M..Master!” Harry arched sharply as Voldemort reached beneath the bucking boy to pump his bound cock. Harry thrust into the hand, wanting it to stop but needing it to go on.

“No…please…too much Master. Too much..!” Voldemort pulled out harshly making Harry cry out, and turned him over face up, crossing Harry’s arms. He plunged himself back inside with one thrust. He growled as his right hand pumped the now straining boy and his left hand pinched one dark pink nipple to hardness. Harry’s eyes rolled back, cries and pleadings leaving his throat as he whined for his peak.

Voldemort smirked down at him, sweat dripping down his back as he pounded into the willing body beneath him. The boy was gorgeous in his sexual torment; his green eyes screwed shut in pleasure, his body arched up in ecstasy as Voldemort thrust hard and slow. Voldemort reached up to pinch the other nipple into hardness. Harry cried out, his eyes flying open.

“What did I tell you…pet…Keep your eyes open.” Voldemort panted as he began to thrust faster, the tight heat almost painful it was so good. Harry sobbed as his cock was stroked once more before Voldemort let it go again. Voldemort gripped Harry’s hips tightly as he began to feel a tight heat coil up in his groin, his hips plunging his cock in and out of the young boy at a furious pace, his buttocks clenching and his thighs tightening as he sensed his impending release. Voldemort growled as he felt his balls tighten and his cock enlarge slightly as he released inside Harry.

Harry gasped as he felt warmth invade him; fill him as he lay trembling on the bed. He cried out as Voldemort pulled his softening cock out of him, placing a soft kiss on his forehead. He smirked as Harry arched up into the touch, his ruby lips parted as he panted softly.

“I’m going to have to punish you pet. You disobeyed me and closed your eyes.” Harry shook his head, his emerald eyes pleading for mercy.

“Master I’m sorry! I will never…never do it again…Please..?” Voldemort grinned as he got off the bed and stepped toward a chest of drawers. He rummaged around for awhile before pulling out a green phallic like object. Harry’s eyes widened in horror as he sputtered out pleas and begged to be let go.

“I promise to behave Master…please..?” Voldemort seemed for a moment to consider before he smirked and got back on the bed. Harry trembled as Voldemort placed the penis at his mouth and Harry opened to let it in.

“That’s a good boy. Good pet. Very good. Now you know this is for your own good right? You were bad. And bad pets get punished. Now do we have to do this the hard way?” Harry shook his head. Voldemort nodded and pulled out the now dripping phallus from Harry’s aching mouth. Harry braced himself for the intrusion. Voldemort chuckled as he slowly pushed the toy inside the trembling boy. Harry moaned as it pushed its way inside his tight hole, filling him. He gasped as it pressed against that spot inside him that had him begging for more. Voldemort smirked as he tied down Harry’s legs with some silk rope, so as not to injure the boy. He then watched as he cast a spell and the toy began to vibrate, making the boy gasp and cry out, his back arching off the bed, his limbs straining against the bonds.

“Mmm…haa,,Master…nyaah…ahh..ahh…Master…I need..please…” Harry was reduced to small whimpers and gurgled noises as the toy was then charmed to thrust in and out of him, hitting his prostate each time. Voldemort sat back and sighed in appreciation at the visual feast laid out before him. Just looking at the green-eyed vixen made him start to harden once more as he took in the boy’s milky skin now flushed and glistening with sweat, his chest and neck covered in small bruises. His cock filled with blood as he watched Harry squirm, driving the cock deeper inside of himself as he writhed on the bed. He reached out a finger and stroked Harry’s hard, leaking cock softly making the panting boy arch his back even harder and give a silent scream. He chuckled as he got off the bed and made his way to the door, pulling on a robe as he did so.

“M…*sob* Master…nooo..don’t..please…Ahh..ahh..ugggh…”

“Now pet I will be back soon. Behave while I’m gone.” Voldemort left with a smirk on his face as Harry sobbed, the door slamming on Voldemort’s way out.

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Dumbledore’s eyes watched the skinny form before him pace back and forth, her eyes shone with anger and concern. Dumbledore sighed as she ranted and yelled, feeling a headache coming on.

“Tonks’ I know you are concerned but if something had happened to them…Let’s just say Voldemort would have made it known to us.” Tonks’ eyes filled with tears at the thought of just what Voldemort would do to make it known.

“I can’t help it Albus. They are like the brothers I never had. Harry as well. I just wish…Merlin…why did they leave without saying anything?! And the Ministry won’t even do anything saying Harry is wanted for murder anyways and that Remus and Sirius are his accomplices?!”


Dumbledore just shook his head, his blue eyes sad and cloudy. He knew that they had been lost the moment Harry had been taken. The members of the Order followed Harry, not him. And if Voldemort had convinced Harry to join his cause, then the others would surely follow as he knew that Remus and Sirius had. Dumbledore sighed as Tonks stormed out of the room, vowing to find them. Dumbledore petted Fawkes, his eyes closing as he wondered how this new move would play out in the end. There were only two possible ways it could: Death or Rebirth.


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Lucius started when he heard the doors bang open, revealing his Master. Voldemort waved him on to tell him to continue as he sat down on a nearby chair. Lucius panted his thanks and continued to thrust inside of the writhing and moaning body beneath him.

“It seems that this one is proving to be quite submissive. Is that your doing Lucius?” Voldemort asked as he watched Lucius’ cock slide in and out of the golden-eyed man. He licked his lips hungrily as he eyed the luscious, bound cock hanging erect beneath him, swinging back and forth with each thrust.

“No, My…*grunt* My Lord.” Lucius slowed his pace as it seemed that Lord Voldemort had come for a show and it was only right that Lucius give him one. His hands, which had been gripping the man’s hips moved; his right one now stroked the other man’s aching erection while the left entwined itself in soft, silky, golden locks. Lucius smirked as Remus cried out as his head was forced back to expose his smooth neck and bobbing Adam’s apple.

“Isn’t he gorgeous My Lord?” Lucius purred as he slowly stroked Remus’ cock making him moan and jerk beneath him. His arms had given out on him long ago and instead lay to the side where hands clenched the white sheets. His legs had been spread as far as possible, so that his cock was softly brushing against the mattress, driving him crazy with pleasure. Voldemort nodded his agreement as he stared at the sight before him. Where Harry was all the colors of the night, Remus was the shining day. Everything from his hair and eyes to his now flushed skin glowed with a warm light.

Voldemort stood up and slowly walked to the bed. He smirked as he ran his fingers through tawny locks. He bent down to whisper in his ear.

“Harry was so gorgeous when I fucked his tight arse. He begged me for more…just like you’re begging Lucius now.” Remus gritted his teeth and turned his reddened face away, his hands clenching the sheets in anger now. Voldemort gripped his chin and forced him to turn back. Red met gold before Remus dropped his gaze, showing his submission to the Dark Lord. Voldemort smiled sweetly before running his hands through the soft locks once more. He then stood up and nodded at Lucius who leered back.

“I do believe he will do excellently for the feast Saturday. It would be lovely to see them both perform but I doubt Black will be as tame as he.” Voldemort chuckled as Remus whined when Lucius thrust harder, maintaining his slow pace but deepening his thrusts.

“How is Narcissa?”

“She is eager to see the show you have planned for the feast My Lord.” Lucius was somehow able to maintain his dignity and calm in the throes of passion; balls deep inside the man beneath him.

“Why is she not here with you enjoying this lovely creature?” Lucius put his hands back on Remus’ hips so as to get better leverage to pound into him.

“She is with Draco, My Lord. He is also eager for the feast. Although I think he had rather hoped *gasp* Potter would perform.” Lucius gasped as Remus squeezed him tightly. Voldemort laughed.

“Yes, I assumed as much. I would so love to see them together Lucius. Would you mind?” Lucius laughed under his breath, his thrusts beginning to increase in speed.

“If it…pleases…My Lord. I know…Draco…would not mind.” Lucius was beginning to lose control as he pounded harder and faster inside Remus, making the wolf cry out and moan.

Voldemort smirked as he watched Lucius lose himself in the tight body beneath him. His long hair hanging in front of his face as he bent over to find a better angle, his muscles taut as he began to reach his peak. Voldemort smirked as Lucius arched his back and came with a low growl, forcing a moan out of the man beneath him. Lucius held himself up with shaking arms, recovering from his climax, before pulling out of Remus harshly eliciting a grunt from said man.

“I do so want to see him in the throes of passion Lucius. Will you oblige?” Lucius smiled coldly at Remus who lay panting on the bed, his legs trembling and his hands still clenching the sheets as he ground himself onto the mattress beneath him. Remus did not see the exchange and thus was surprised when he was flipped over onto his back. He let out a strangled cry as slim, pale fingers gripped his aching length. He looked down to see Lucius staring at him, his lips pressed into a sneer before widening and taking the head of Remus’ erection into his mouth.

Remus gasped at the feel of the warmth and wet surround him. A soft tongue lapped at the cum dribbling from the tip before sucking lightly and engulfing him once more. Remus gripped the pillow under him as he felt his hips buck into that sinful mouth. He opened his eyes to see Voldemort staring at with lust and amusement, those red eyes piercing his soul. He closed his golden orbs once more as Lucius began to swallow him, the head of his cock hitting the back of the blonde’s throat. Remus could feel his release coming, but the leather strap tied around his cock prevented any form of release. He whimpered as he realized this.

“Beg for it. Beg your Master for release and I shall give it pet.” Remus bucked his hips, his head shaking from side to side as he fought the words that he desperately wanted to say. He convulsed when he felt a slim finger work its way inside his tight, lubed up hole; teasing and prodding him. He felt it enter him only to stroke that small nerve inside him that made his muscles spasm and his throat give out a hearty cry as he finally succumbed to temptation.

“Please! Please! Merlin please! Master please!” Voldemort smirked and glanced at Lucius who merely chuckled, which did nothing to help Remus’ current situation as the vibrations traveled down the length of his cock making him tremble with need. Voldemort approached the bed once more to run his fingers through Remus’ sweaty hair, his gold eyes begging for mercy as his hands struggled for purchase among the sheets.

“Please what pet?” Voldemort asked as he pinched a hard nipple. Remus moaned.

“Please let me cum!” Voldemort nodded at Lucius who unstrapped the leather and as he pressed down on Remus’ prostate, nipped softly at the head making Remus scream and his back arch as he came in strong spurts in Lucius’ mouth. He collapsed on the bed looking up at Voldemort. Voldemort bent down and kissed his trembling lips softly.

“Well done, pet. You have pleased me. Tomorrow, you will not be disturbed by any of us. Think of it as a day off from work. I’ll even send in Harry with some games. How is that pet?” Remus swallowed hard before nodding his consent. Voldemort smiled lovingly at him. *What a lovely pet.* Lucius bowed as Voldemort left the room and then turned to Remus.

“See wolf? All one has to do is obey and the Dark Lord is generous. Now you have a day off.” Remus sighed, his legs still trembling slightly, as he rolled onto his side; his lower body ached and he was sticky and hot. *But tomorrow I can see Harry and I have a day off.* He blinked back tears. *Is this how my life is going to be from now on? Behaving myself for the Dark Lord so I can have a rest from being a whore just to see Harry for a few hours a day?*

Remus glanced over at Lucius who was busy gathering his clothes together. *Harry…I love you pup. I hope you are okay.* Remus shivered as he remembered the Dark Lord’s words. He wondered how Sirius was faring with Severus. It seemed that Remus had gotten the better end of the bargain with Malfoy but Severus training Sirius? He almost smiled as he thought of all the hell either Sirius or Severus was going through.




Well how was it?! I actually rewrote the Harry scene because I figured Old Voldie was being too nice the first time around. I mean he's the Dark Lord for cripes sake! So I made him a little evilin this chappie! ^.^ Please review! It gives me warm fuzzies and incentive to write!