Little Black Cat

Harry woke lying on a bed, his daughters crying. He stood and was relieved to see they were safe and okay, just crying cause they were in two different cribs. Harry went over and gathered up his daughters, humming gently and rocking them until they quieted down.

Harry placed his now content daughters on the bed, smiling as they cuddled against each other, and looked around the room. He could tell he was in a tower because the walls curved and the only window showed the ground was a long way down. He didn’t have his wand and the only door to the room was locked.

Sitting down next to his daughters Harry resisted the urge to cry as his daughters clung to him. Why did things always have to happen to him?

Suddenly the door opened and Harry turned, pushing his daughters behind him and staring at his captor.

“Hello Harry.”

Dumbledore was standing in the doorframe, staring at Harry.

“What do you want?” Harry spat out and Dumbledore smiled.

“To save the world form Voldemort.”

“The world needs to be saved from you.” Harry watched as Dumbledore stepped forward into the room. “Stay away form my daughters.” He screamed and Dumbledore almost jumped back in astonishment.

“Very well, if you won’t be civil I’ll leave you to your thoughts.”

“Civil? You killed my parents you old man!” Harry screamed as the door closed and he started to cry, holding his daughters to him.


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Meanwhile, back at Hogwarts, Tom and Severus had received a letter from Dumblefuck, telling them he’d taken Harry and their daughters so that they would “see what sort of monster they have been living with”… upon receiving this note Tom had destroyed a wall in his anger.

For once in his life it seemed that Dumbledore had done a good job at something. Tom, Severus, all the Death Eaters and the Ministry of Magic couldn’t tell where Harry was… it was as if he had vanished into thin air.

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Harry hadn’t been able to sleep that night. He was scared that Dumbledore would try and come in and hurt either himself or worse, his daughters. His daughters had also been unable to sleep at first, but after several songs and lying down with them Rebecca and Rachel finally settled into an uneasy sleep.

Come sunrise, Harry stared at the door as it slowly opened and Dumbledore once again stood in the door frame. A tray of some sort of breakfast was floating behind him, and there were two bottles on it, for the twins.

“Why should I trust any food you give me?” Harry asked, his voice monotone.

Dumbledore laughed, causing Rachel to start crying and hug her mommy. “Why would I want to poison you or the girls?” Dumbledore asked, raising one silver eyebrow and Harry felt his blood run cold. “After all, every great leader needs a family…”

“You’ve finally lost it…” Harry gasped. “If you think I’ll even pretend… for one second, that you’re my husband---”

Dumbledore cut him off. “Well it will be to your advantage…” A flick of his wand and the girls were in two separate cribs, which made them start crying immediately and, as Harry was about to go up and fix this, Dumbledore waved his wand again….

Harry’s arms were magically tied to the bed’s headboard. Harry’s eyes went wide and the world seemed to stop for one moment, before he screamed, thrashing against the restraints.

Dumbledore simply waved his wand, silencing Harry’s cries, making it so, try as he might, Harry couldn’t utter a single sound… and Dumbledore advanced, a sweet smile on his face as tears poured down Harry’s cheeks.

From somewhere in his mind Harry remembered a bad joke about a Queen saying something to her daughter about sex… “Close your eyes and think of England”. Harry closed his eyes then, not to think of England, but to make it all vanish, like some sort of bad dream… but then he felt Dumbeldore’s hands on him, pulling off the clothing he was wearing, ripping it carelessly when he couldn’t get it off right away.

Harry tried to pretend he was anywhere other then where he was… he tried to pretend he wasn’t being raped by someone old enough to be his grandfather… but nothing worked… he was forced to feel everything the old man was doing to him, every painful thrust, every touch…

Finally it was over and, now that Dumbledore was silent, he could once again hear Rachel and Rebecca’s cries… the old man stepped back, arranging himself so he was ‘proper’ and left the room, locking it behind him. Harry’s arms were freed once the door closed and he leaped to put his daughters in the same crib, hugging them quickly before racing to the bathroom, to scrub away any trace of his rapist.


TBC

Author's Note: Runs away so as not to be attacked by angry people... poor Harry...