A Different Kind of Magic--UNDERGOING EDIT

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Okay peeps, the first part of this chapter is fine but the second part is very graphic depictions of Lucius Malfoy punishing someone by sexually defiling them. If you do not want to read it, than DON'T!!!!!!!!!!!! This is your only warning and not my fault if you continue to read and get disgusted or squicked.

Thank you for sticking with me! I've had a lot of this written for the better part of the summer and I'm bored today so re-tooling some of the chapters and getting as many up as I am able. Hope you are enjoying!


Chapter 43-Diabolist Diversion

“Teddy, I want you to listen to me. If I don’t come down here I want you to try and escape. I am going to try and teach you how to burn your way out of here.”

“You’re not going to die, Mr. Snape.”

“Teddy listen. Today was the worst day I have been beaten and close to death. If it hadn’t of been for you I would have died already. The big blond man’s name is Lucius. When he tires of me he is going to do some bad things to you and I want to get you out of here before then.”

“You’re not going to die, Mr. Snape.”

“Yes I am.” Severus felt his heart constrict painfully as Teddy’s tried to soothe him.

“No you’re not, I heard the tall boy talking today. He didn’t think anyone could hear him but I did. He was thinking so loud I bet people all the way down the street could hear him.”

“What are you talking about?” Snape muttered irritably in the inky blackness. No one could hear anything in this pit.

“There’s a boy up there. He looks like his Daddy but his heart isn’t black like the Daddy.”

Teddy had only ever seen Lucius one time with Draco. Was that who he was referring to?

“Teddy, are you talking about the man with the cane and the long blond hair?”

“Yeah, the bad bad man that’s been hurtin’ you Mr. Snape.”

“Can you hear what he is thinking Teddy?”

“Well, yah, that’s what I’m telling you Mr Snape.”

“How are you able to do this?” Severus grabbed the boy’s shoulders in the dark and shook him slightly. He felt the little shoulders shrug.

“I dunno. Some people just think real loud, like a Muggle radio my Daddy likes to play when we go on picnics in the sunshine.” The memory brought a little tiny bit of light to the boy’s hands, illuminating them both in wavering shadow.

“So you’ve always been able to do this?”

The kid shrugged again. “Yeah, when I want to I can. Most people think about boring stuff like work and being mean to other people. You like to think about Miss Hermione a lot. I like her. She was nice to me.”

Severus choked on those words. “I like her a lot too Teddy.”

“Yah I know, I said that.”

“Teddy, what did the blond boy think?”

“He is mad at his Daddy cause he doesn’t like his Daddy anymore. His Daddy hurts lots of people. His Daddy makes him try to hurt people and it hurts his feelings. The big kid keeps thinking about a big truck and some people that are gonna come and take us away from here. He doesn’t want his Daddy to hurt you no more Mr. Snape.”

Severus had a feeling this boy was going to amaze a lot more people in the wizarding world before his lifetime was out. This child’s powers were beyond comprehension.

“Teddy, did the blond boy think about when this was going to happen?”

“Yah. Couple of days I think. Want pork pies for dinner Mr. Snape?”

“Yes Teddy, pork pies would be wonderful.”


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Dr. Shaw had been called to his Lord’s office to atone for his mistake in allowing the prison to be destroyed. Lucius had flushed him out of hiding and now he had no choice but to submit himself to this lunatic. However sadistic Brian considered himself to be, he knew that crossing Lucius Malfoy was a fate worse than death.

“Brian, I am very disappointed. You can imagine my surprise when a bunch of rag-tag broom jockeys managed to not only destroy one of the Ministry’s top-notch secret prisons; they also managed to break out the top two people I specifically wanted killed!” Lucius Malfoy slammed the marble Buddha paperweight down on the burnished mahogany desk, firmly indenting the surface. “What have you to say for yourself?”

The indomitable Dr. Shaw, newly appointed Head Inquisitor and sociopath extraordinaire, knelt at the shining black boots of the next self-proclaimed Dark Lord. “My Lord, I do not know how they managed to escape. I have launched a full scale investigation. My men are working on determining the cause of this aggrieved catastrophe. I assure you it will not happen again.”

Silver tipped heels clicked menacingly back and forth across the floor. “Brian, I find it an incredibly feeble excuse that you stand before me with such drivel falling from your lips. Do you know how many galleons you’ve cost the Ministry by allowing Severus to kill four trained guards? I had to buy out the Daily Prophet to keep a lid on it. In one day you single-handedly almost brought down this entire operation.”

“You should kill me, My Lord. I am not deserving of the position you have bestowed upon me.”

“Stop sounding so banal, Brian. Your tedious demise would do nothing to entertain me. Rush a torture; ruin a torture I always say. It will be much more stimulating to use you for my personal fuck-toy and scapegoat. You had better keep me interested, Brian. I am quite capable of making your existence more, harrowing, shall we say? I keep a special parasite just for special fuck-ups like you. In the event you fail me again in any capacity, I will let them nest in your glans deferens and eat your cock and balls from the inside out.”

Dr. Shaw quailed on the floor in terror. “No My Lord! I will do as you command!”

“Yes, you will.” Lucius seated himself once more in his swivel chair and opened a warded drawer in front of him. Three items were placed on the smooth wood surface. An engraved teak box caught Brian’s attention. Long, slender, silver metal balls in ascending sizes attached by a slender length of chain sat next to the box. The third object was a tiny cage holding a minute black animal resembling a rat, only it had a longish snout and half its body length was claws.

“Bend over my desk and drop your trousers. Your Lord is going to initiate you to the pleasure that is the deviant side of the Dark Arts. It is a lost art, one which even most pure-blood wizards frown upon. Being the extreme sexual deviant, I find their obnoxious disdain weak.”

Lucius divested himself of imperious robes and outer green waistcoat. Brian had leaned over the end of the desk.

“Stretch your arms out in front of you.”

Shaw’s arms jerked forward violently, wrists turning red instantly from the ridiculously tight invisible ropes that held him. His head lay obediently down on the desk, terrified to make a sound.

“You may not remember, but among the hundreds of Mudbloods you poisoned ‘accidentally’ at St. Mungo’s, there were a few unidentified bodies that went missing. I was distressed to discover you were accepting personal bribes from separatist groups that had personal grudges against the Dark Lord. Among those disposed of were a few family members of my colleagues. Imagine my surprise when your name was linked to their deaths when I had a private inquiry launched upon the destruction of the Manor house you were entrusted to run.

“If you think you were hiding from us, Brian, think again. I have known exactly where you were since that unfortunate incident. It was only a matter of time until I was able to introduce you to the public and arrange the proper publicity; after all, I can hardly pass up a sociopathic Mudblood wizard who should rightly have been a fellow Death Eater if not for your tainted heritage.

“No matter; after tonight there will be no doubt in your mind with whom your loyalties, body and soul, reside. You have seen, upon my desk, three objects of pleasure and exquisite pain. The first is called a Umgubular Slashkilter. They have the unique ability, when placed within one’s rectum, to eviscerate your bowel in under three minutes.”

“No, My Lord, I beg you!”

“Silencio! You will not speak, fool!” The imposing blond wizard hissed in his ear. “You are here for my sport, and if I choose to desecrate your worthless body it is my choice to do so! Crucio!”

The bound man writhed under the curse in silent agony, bringing no obvious joy to Malfoy. “Now then, before I was so rudely interrupted, the Umgubular Slashkilter has unique abilities, which I do not apply. I have placed a spell on this one. I will place it in your rectum, allowing its claws to only cause the blood to flow. It is most intoxicating to fuck the arse of a man with a live Umgubular in it. As I impale myself upon you the blood will mix with my semen and produce a most potent ingredient for a very special potion. Of course, the animal will suffocate, but its saliva will produce an intoxicant in your anus that will be absorbed instantaneously under the membrane of both of our skin. The high is not unlike one hundred orgasms. It will make the other two items that much more, enjoyable, for me at least.”
Lucius pulled a small mirror, white powder and a Muggle straight razor from a cabinet on the wall. He held it in front of Brian’s face.

“Do you know what this is?” Brian shook his head no.

“This is what Muggles call cocaine. It’s all the rage in wizarding Brazil. There’s been quite an issue with its use at the schooling institutions there. My colleague was most gracious to leave a case full during his last visit. It is top notch, as far as Muggle drugs go, and you will find it enhances the rectal experience. If you’re a good boy, I’ll even wank your cock when we’re through.”

Lucius expertly cut six lines out of the powder, scooping two lines into his long pinky nail. With a great snort, the white powder was gone. He mimicked the same gesture for Brian, pointing his wand at the man’s head to force him to inhale the drug.

A high buzzing enveloped the brains of both men. Lucius felt everything around him sharpen, seem more clear. He felt strong, invincible almost. Without fanfare, he pulled the little Umgubular from its cage and shoved it abruptly up Brian’s ass. The tortured man kicked out behind him, trying desperately to dislodge the voracious creature. Lucius promptly bound the offending feet to the floor.

The clenching muscles beneath rippling arse cheeks slowly forced blood from the anus. Little ripples could be seen around the rim as the creature desperately tried to claw its way free, suffocating slowly.

“Now, my friend, is the fun part. Your Lord is most anxious to impugn his serpent unto your unsullied sanctuary of delights.” The rivulets of blood in the crack were the perfect lubrication for Lucius to slide a snow white cock into Brian’s arse. Malfoy roughly shouted when the Umgubular’s dying throes scratched at his sensitive member. The saliva from the creature absorbed into the blood streams of both men. Lucius was barely able to reach across the desk to claw a vial into grasp. The magical properties of the saliva took effect, ricocheting in a thousand directions across the nervous system. The coke vaulted the sensation to a dream-like state. Brian’s tight hole became a tunnel, Lucius’s cock the train. He was heading into the side of a great mountain, lights dancing off crystals that blinked on all sides within the dark cavern.

Male hips pounded battered flesh, devouring the sin for breakfast. The light was coming at the end of the tunnel. Pressure with the force of a geyser erupted from Lucius into his victim, the tide of release mixing the fluids of an unlikely cauldron. A barely coherent wizard pulled himself from the other man and collected the disgusting mixture into the glass vial.

He stopped the glass top and secured it within his cupboard with a ward. Extracting the dead creature from Brian’s anus and Evensco’ing the mess, Lucius casually reached around and quickly wanked the silently sobbing man.

Still extremely high, he released Brian from his bonds and spelled the clothes back onto them both.

“We’ll save my other treasures for another time. I’ve grown bored of your company. Leave me.”

The spineless man before him promptly shoved off, wondering whether he should just kill himself now or dread the next jolly rogering from his Lord. He was a coward. A coward who craved power and Lucius had provided him with it, for now.

Draco watched in disgust as his Father’s latest obsession practically tore the door down to get out of the house. The younger Malfoy couldn’t wait for the following night. He would never be able to atone for all of his Father’s sins, but he would rectify as many as he could in secret, or die trying.