The Dark Gryffindor

Momo: I was glad to see your review. I actually write in even more detail about Voldemort banging his snake in my other story, "The Midsummer Coup" where he also has sex with Narcissa! I am also glad you like Valerie well enough.


Sheherazade: I actually think the cymbals role didn't have an enchantment to make them crazy. Well maybe it could have...my goal in this was to show the depths a dangerous cult can go to and the control the leader has over them.


Please review! I’m sorry it’s been such a long time. Over two weeks! Just like you, I also don’t enjoy all this cannibalism and pervasive nastiness. However, I have not and will not ever give up on the story as a whole. After this update, the cannibalism is over.

Chapter Thirty-five: Death Eaters Banquet


Valerie was released from lost consciousness not soon after the Dark Lord’s ritualized orgy ended.

“Stay in place my centerpiece…” and Voldemort laughed a hollow chuckle. “Until I say embark.” ‘Embark? Embark where?’

But all too soon she realized what he meant. He was going to put her in the water with those bodies! Valerie’s mouth opened in protest, but discovered she was unable to speak. She never felt stranger as this harrowing thought engulfed her mind.

Valerie watched from her contorted position at an upside down view on the pedestal. The men were standing around the perimeter of the arena, wands pointed down.

Appalled and shocked she saw Voldemort make a move first. One of the bodies turned a pasty hue in complexion and it shriveled. Following this was more complex magic. Evaporating out of the pores of the body’s epidermis were thin red beads. The beads coalesced and landed in the water, dyeing it red.

Silently, the Death Eaters followed. They finally understood what Voldemort wanted them to do with the bodies. Make them into more troops of his inferi of course! It was a lot of wand work and spells but the men had already been trained on how to turn a corpse into an inferi long ago.

More and more of the female corpses were transformed and Voldemort just stood back and watched. Soon the arena resembled a mirror, a black mirror of blood shining. Every ounce blood had been drained from each of the bodies! Like a bath it filled to the rim of the basin, practically overflowing, yet not a drop stained the flagstones. At least not yet. The other Death Eaters crowded around and drained the dirty blood of the muggle women.

And Voldemort laughed a sibilant hollow echo of pleasure. For the process of creating an inferi included reactivating a body after it was dead to make it work again. It was terrifying and Voldemort was fearful, and yet the process would soon transform his fear of the dead into something more intimate with them.

“Now…To test the validity of my newly created inferi...see if they may join the rest of my armies…You shall provoke the inferi’s aggression!” Voldemort ordered.

The men obviously knew exactly what this meant. All three of them waved their wands at the bodies huddled below their feet. Like a vortex or a whirlpool the women sloshed around the basin walls together. Valerie continued to be witness to the grisly sight.

Suddenly she wanted to scream her guts out. The bodies were no longer whirling uniformly, but separating. Amazingly and most ominously of all the activity, the dead began to stand on their own two feet. She could see their eyes had a lone spark in it, almost like being alive. Yet the eyes were misted.

The men remained stationed around the perimeter as the inferi as one raised their scraggly arms, for all flesh had been dissipated by the spells. They reached out towards Valerie. Clammy hands were pulling on her and she toppled into the oasis of death.

Yet she was still immobile as she was pulled under the black mirror of blood. She heard Voldemort rasp, “Out! Out! Out!” Yet that was impossible given her present condition. A split second later, Voldemort remembered and she was free again.

Valerie’s arm flailed terrified, she did not know how to swim, but the water was only knee-deep. Like it was mud not watery blood she got through to the other side, heaving and out of breath, she climbed out.

Once free, she went to lay on the floor, dizzy and exhausted from the crab-like position she’d been in for so long. She wrapped her hands over her chest and remembered the metal nipple clamps inserted there. She hardly cared if they pained her. She just felt relief to be breathing against the solid floor. Her hair was matted with thick coats of blood like paint.

She could see Pettigrew licking one of the animated corpses from head to toe, bubbling with excitement. Like a dog, Wormtail drooled over it, as Snape, Lucius, and Yaxley watched, apparently waiting their turn.

The inferi retaliated against Wormtail’s touch. Mindlessly the body pinned him to ground. Wormtail struggled on the floor like he was in a wrestling match. With inhuman strength, the female inferi clawed at Wormtail’s limbs. A deep gash broke onto his potbelly. Wormtail did not even scream.

Voldemort whipped forward and swung a bottle under Wormtail’s nose. Gratefully Wormtail took it and muttered, “Thank-you master.”

But it was all too much to bear. Within seconds more inferi were invading Wormtail’s space with the intent to attack. Wormtail didn’t see it coming from behind and he was ambushed by an inferi who clawed at his scalp, more blood bursting forth.

“Pathetic Wormtail!” dismissed Voldemort with a wave of his hand. “Let the others – Severus and Lucius have a go!”

Bowing his head, defeated, Wormtail stepped off the floor of the arena. Apparently it had not been the proper way to test the inferi, nor to fight them.

Instead Wormtail went to be a spectator as Yaxley eager to prove to be better stepped on the platform. Wormtail meanwhile chugged down on the Blood Replenishing potion.

And Yaxley was so bold he actually went for a dip in the basin. He remained stark naked, like all the Death Eaters, as he waded into the bloody water.

Voldemort laughed and with the tiniest flick of his wand, commanded one lone inferi to rise up, at the same time ordering the others to lie dormant.

Yaxley seemed to know what to do. Immediately inferi and Death Eater approached each other. Once at close contact, the inferi tried to drag Yaxley underneath. The inferi managed to, but Yaxley put up a good fight.

Seconds later, a burst of strength from adrenaline overtook him. With a mighty gasp, Yaxley emerged from where the inferi was attempting to drown him into the water. Yaxley was brave though. He put his hands on the inferi squeezing more than you could ever could of a live person's neck.

He wrung the corpse and managed to plop it face down in the water. Incandescent with rage, Yaxley’s cock invaded the inferi’s buttocks, and then he twisted the body over invading its mouth and kicking it. It seemed to have aroused Yaxley’s fiery temper. Incoherent swearwords spilled from his mouth.

The men clapped delightedly. Voldemort finally called the end to Yaxley’s round. Apparently he was to be the judge at this. “Better than Wormtail at least…Lucius you next.”

Valerie’s head was swimming with fatigue, and she shut her eyes during Lucius’s fight. And then Snape was going; she managed to get a peek. She could see by now that the entire floor was infested with globules of blood, mixtures of both the Death Eaters’ blood and what had been drained of the corpses.

“The victor! Severus – it was close between you and Lucius…But I declare you victor….Do not expect a reward!”

“No, my Lord,” intoned Snape humbly, lowering his head meekly.

Snape was given a Blood Replenishing potion. He downed it rapidly, neck throbbing. It had not been easy to take on and dominate two inferi corpses at once. He climbed down the arena and coolly surveyed the mounds of bloody masses on the ground.

“My inferi have been subdued and controlled…it is time we dress these things and move on!”

After speaking, Voldemort moved towards the inferi, wand still held aloft. A pile of cheap black robes sailed across the room. The Death Eaters set to work at once, rigging the inferi in the meager outfits.

Valerie decided to stand and she smiled. It was odd to watch a dozen standing mindless dead things getting clothed.

“And now you may play with them…Play until you rot along with them…I shall join you at this!”

And Voldemort finally moved in, jostling greedily towards one of the corpses. He wanted to ravish it and fill it with his well-endowed cock. It sprung out full ten inches in length and Valerie’s eyes widened at the sight. Afterall, she hadn’t been conscious at Voldemort’s orgy. Voldemort had always loved fucking the dead, because it made himself feel braver whenever he contemplated that ordeal that must not ever happen to himself. It was transforming his fear of the dead through sex with them that he craved.

“Ah…A little pause…” Then men immediately relented to Voldemort.

All motion of whirling with the dead stopped as they watched the Dark Lord. Voldemort wrenched his robes back and actually squatted. Snape raised an eyebrow and Wormtail’s eyes became as round as saucers.
Nobody could guess what Voldemort was going to do.

And then Voldemort defecated. Not the least bit abashed by the process he glared at his men challengingly. Not one of them dared even blink their faces expressionless if not for a twinge of horror.

Voldemort finally looked away, down to where a piece of his shit lay. As in these moments that tend to be awkward funny thoughts come to mind. For Valerie she thought of the “You-Know-Poo” joke she heard in the D.A. An urge to laugh consumed her, but thankfully she kept it hidden inside.

Voldemort was too intent upon himself and what had come out of him to notice her anyway.

With great dignity Voldemort spoke, still high and cold in demeanour. “Lucius wipe me…”

Lucius bolted forward an expression of horror emanating clearly on his face. Yet Voldemort had no awareness or care to acknowledge. Lucius sputtered “W-what?”

“With your mouth!” Voldemort retorted sharply.

Voldemort dropped his robes and stood bare naked, proudly in his skin as pale as the inferi women surrounding him. He suddenly noticed Valerie and Snape and a smile pursed his lips directly only at them.

“And you two consume this….It is absolutely necessary. My servants consume what comes out of Lord Voldemort with relish!”

Snape gulped. Even he was shocked at this. With Lord Voldemort he had long since learnt that you never cease to be surprised. Perhaps Voldemort had a shit fetish? Snape could only ponder the question privately.

With a wave of his wand Voldemort quickly levitated the large chunk of stool where it dangled between their faces. Valerie felt stung and sickened, her eyes watering with disgust at the sight. She’d much rather be kissing Severus, not sharing a bite like this with him!

Still dangling his wand with mock revulsion, Voldemort said only semi-sarcastic, “Show your honour of your Lord….Thou shalt commit the vilest acts with him if he asks!”

Voldemort waited. Finally Snape submitted and Valerie followed. Like two lovers sharing a thick sausage they both consumed Voldemort’s crap mouth to mouth, until their lips tapped each other’s at the end.

“And for good measure snog your mistress Severus…”

Snape complied and Valerie felt Snape’s tongue ravishing her mouth, as if trying desperately to clean of had been in their. And Lucius all the while knelt behind Voldemort, licking the crevice between the Dark Lord’s buttocks.

“Wormtail…Go and bring me Bella…Tell her it’s time to bring out that buffet the elves prepared!”

And Wormtail padded away. Soon after he came out moments later, bustling back through the roman arches. Voldemort raised his head and then stood. Several elves were marching in the room, some balancing platters on their heads between their floppy ears. Others had well-sharpened utensils in their small hands. The almost sweet smell of cooked flesh wafted through the air. Voldemort raised his head, nostrils sniffing the air, feeling hopeful for what he considered a “decent” meal. He actually salivated, something he rarely did for any other food.

Finally, Bellatrix scurried by, passing Lucius. But he grabbed her elbow, holding her back. Valerie watched, still standing alone as Lucius flippantly landed a single smack on Bellatrix’s buttocks through the ceremonial robes.

“Reduced to being just the waitress Bellatrix?”

The woman’s face went beet red at being spanked in front of the men. She huffed, her face heated, scrunching her face with fury. Then she snarled, “You’ll keep those groping hands free of me Lucius….Or I’ll duel you and win!”

But Lucius only smiled smugly. He knew it was true, the witch would undoubtedly beat him, especially because his wand had been snapped last summer.

But Bellatrix wasn’t looking at Lucius. Her eyes scanned the room and she was now staring at Valerie with intense curiosity.

“Whose that? Why is Snape’s stupid little girl here? I thought she’d be sent home!” But Bellatrix wasn’t speaking loudly for once. She was murmuring more to herself, and she made her almost mindless way over to Voldemort.

“Master…Why did that girl accompany you to your orgy?!”

“Relax Bella. She did not accompany me. Why she was only the centerpiece of the background. The girl took no part in the proceedings. Nor did she have the liberty of watching…Is this not true, girl?” Voldemort questioned sharply.

Valerie nodded heartily. But Bellatrix’s face had only morphed into an uglier frown.

“Master – I should have been your centerpiece!” And Bellatrix raged, actually falling to the ground in submission at Voldemort’s feet. She whined like a child for a moment, mourning her lost opportunity.

“Recover on your own,” said Voldemort brushing her off carelessly. “I want no part of you until then.”

Voldemort swept away compassionless. Bellatrix let out another moan of dismay. But then a second later she seemed to gather herself and she sprung to her feet.

Valerie shivered. From across the room Bellatrix was staring at her keenly, looking daggers at her. Valerie felt nothing but disgust for Bellatrix at this point. All Bellatrix could think of was pleasing her master. Valerie insightfully realized that this woman was lost in her identity with Voldemort. She had no sense as an individual and that was not something Valerie wanted to see happen to herself.

House-elves came around resting platters on the floor. More elves placed at intervals around the room skulls as decoration. Over two dozen, each what was once the faces of the muggles murdered by the Snatchers.

Valerie stole by eagerly to get a closer look at the dishes. Voldemort meanwhile was waving his wand like a baton at the corpses, they elegantly moved as one.

“Continue to play with them…Like a dance….Dance! Dance with my inferi!”

Voldemort had a look of great amusement on his face. “You shall not have to wither away in my cave…” he whispered, not intending anyone to hear, as he hadn’t told anyone of this place. He almost seemed deluded in the belief that he was talking to the dead.

She felt Yaxley yank her forward, and the two of them were immersed in the corpses. Her olfactory sense picked up the nasty stench of death. Making them inferi did not stop them from still smelling like a corpse.

The smell of blood and corpses continued to mingle as the Death Eaters converged prattling around the inferi. Valerie was disturbed when Yaxley with Lucius shoved her into one of the women. She was forced to bang herself against the dead woman’s pelvis. Snape was busy doing his own dirty deeds with them and could not have done anything to stop it.

After a while, the sexual dance took on a much more languid pace. Sandwiched together in position was Yaxley and Pettigrew with an inferi body between them.

The house elves had long since gone had left the platters out. Bellatrix remained watching jealously. Voldemort had told her she could not partake in the so-called dance either.

Pettigrew reached for a platter and lazily extracted something. Voldemort went over to Bellatrix. “You may lounge with the other Death Eaters…Enjoy yourself at the feast!”

“My Lord, I am sure my thirst for blood and my hunger for flesh shall be satisfied then!”

And Bellatrix shamelessly stole over to a silver platter, and grabbed a chunk of flesh off it. She shoved it into her mouth and chewed slowly, savoring it.

Valerie broke over to a different section and Snape followed her. “Should we take any of the f-food, s-Severus?”

She jumped startled. Voldemort who seemed to be everywhere in the room at once flitted over to them. “You are my guest Valerie. Of course you may and yes, you will eat at my banquet.”

Voldemort handed canteens to both Snape and Valerie. She took it in her hands and noticed it felt uncharacteristically warm for a canteen. Then she almost dropped it when she realized what it was. It was a stomach, clearly one of the executed muggle’s, and what was worse it still felt alive. All of the wineskins were stomachs of the fatter muggles.

Valerie took a sip expecting to taste blood or worse. Relieved, she saw that it was only wine, and good tasting wine at that. But Voldemort soon broke her relief. “The wine is of fine quality…I believe Bellatrix had the elves spike it with the muggle’s urine.”

“Severus…” and Voldemort handed Snape a rod. The rod was a narrow bone, of course coming from one of the muggles executed earlier. Snape seemed to know what to do with it. Valerie watched as Snape, doing his best to conceal his disgust sucked on the bone. It looked like he was sucking the sugar out of a pixie stick. He was sucking the yellow insides of bone, the marrow.

Voldemort went to hand the rest of the wineskins to Yaxley, Lucius, Draco, and Pettigrew and to prompt them to eat as well. Valerie looked across the room to see Bellatrix devouring a platter of flesh. It appeared to be roasted.


She watched as Bellatrix hurried over to whet her appetite further, drizzling something onto the plate. To her horror, Valerie saw it appeared to be a roasted buttock lying on a wooden paddle like a hot loaf of bread.

With strong nails, Bellatrix clawed at the flesh, ripping it open, steam rising. She doused it in a dip of a bloody salsa concoction.

Bellatrix, an ardent cannibal had created all of these recipes earlier. “Mhmmm….Master, My Lord…You must try my roasted meats. They are fresh! I cooked them just for you!”

Voldemort nodded good-naturedly. He actually ignored Bellatrix’s once again incessant attempts to flatter him. He took a large bite of the roasted pieces of flesh, and then grabbed an over-sized pitcher, as large as a vase. He poured his own helping of blood on the piece of culinary cannibalism.

“Good…Delicious….” simpered Voldemort at Bellatrix. Bellatrix’s eyes glimmered with obvious pleasure at his satisfaction and Voldemort took a swig from his continuously refilling stomach wineskin.

After a long time of milling about eating and fondling the corpses, Voldemort finally announced that he had to depart. He told the lot of them he would be in Germany on an important mission, and specifically making a stop at Nurmengard prison. Evidently, this had been the reason he scheduled Walpurgis Night a fortnight early than it’s traditional April thirtieth. Of course, the next day Voldemort would be called back by Harry Potter’s arrival and subsequent escape, thus resulting in the residents being punished and put on house arrest.

But now Snape looked curious but like the others, he didn’t dare question his master. Nobody but cannibals, Bellatrix and Lord Voldemort had truly enjoyed the banquet.


NOTE: This whole thing may have seemed to be too much about Voldemort. Not enough Valerie and Snape…I promise the next chapters show how this night has an effect on their relationship. I also hope you guys didn’t laugh too hard at parts of this…Voldemort’s act of shitting on the floor has a deranged sick side to it…not just funny. But wasn’t this just simply, the wildest wildest little get together?! What a night.