Dream a little Dream

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine. The story is though.


Harry groaned as he woke up. ‘My god, is this what it feels like to be stunned?’ though he. He felt like a lorry had driven its way through one ear and out the other. He took note of his surroundings, and found that while they were beautiful, like Tom’s things, this was not a room in the manor. He took stock of himself, and found himself to be… scantily clothed in only a small loincloth. ‘Oh no, oh no!’ screamed Harry inside of his head. ‘I want to go home’, also made its way through his aching head. He didn’t stop to pause and think about when Tom’s manor had become home, but it was the home that he wanted.

He heard the door to the small room open, and closed his eyes. He didn’t see who settled on the bed, but he could tell that it was too large to be Tom. His Tom was the perfect size, 6’3 and reasonably broad shouldered, and just the right fit for Harry to curl up with. Tom let him clothe himself! Harry continued to think of Tom, in an attempt to keep from panicking. It stopped working when the man beside him started to whisper, “Such a pretty pet, so small. Tanning though, have to stop that.” The sing-songy voice made Harry shake, and pull away. “Is the pet awake then?” queried the terrifying voice.

Harry opened his eyes and wished he hadn’t. Goyle sat before him, reaching out for him. Harry scurried backwards and stayed under the covers, hoping to hide his body from Goyle. The man laughed softly, with an insane glint in his eye. “Pet, I changed you, there’s no reason to be… modest.

Harry couldn’t fight the flush rising on his face, nor the panic in his belly. “Why am I here? Let me go back to Tom!” at this Goyle laughed. “No, no pet. You are mine, from the moment that I laid eyes on you, you were mine. You know it to. Why else wouldn’t you bed that other man?”

“I didn’t have sex with him because I wasn’t ready for sex with anyone!” shouted Harry furiously. It was none of this man’s business who Harry slept with! Harry wriggled to the edge of the bed, as far away from Goyle as he could get without falling off of the bed. Goyle merely laughed at Harry, and reached out to touch him.


Harry did fall off of the bed, and tried furiously to keep as much of himself covered as possible. He started to back even further away, but stopped when something around his neck pulled tight. He glanced down for a second, took his eyes away from Goyle, intending it only for a moment, but stopped and stared at what was around his neck. He felt bile raising in his throat, as he saw a choke chain around his neck. ‘I need to apologize to Tom for thinking that he was overbearing,’ though Harry dazedly, ‘At least he didn’t have me on a leash.’

Goyle watched as the despair crossed Harry’s face, and tutted at him. “Pet, it is a symbol of how much I need you, and how you will be cared for.” Harry stared at him in amassment. Did Goyle really think that Harry would appreciate being treated like a dog? Harry knew that he had to get out, get back to his Tom, but how would he do it with a chain around his neck?

Goyle looked at him for a long moment, and then removed the end of Harry’s chain from the bed. “Come pet, it is time for dinner now.”
Harry stared at him numbly, trying to process what the madman had just said. Dinner? Harry wasn’t even hungry, not with how ill he felt in Goyle’s presence. He said as much, staring Goyle defiantly in the face. Goyle stared back at him for a minute, then started to chuckle. “You’re so adorable pet! Trying to be independent when you were made to be cared for by me! Oh, come here.” Goyle swooped at a stunned Harry, and swept him into a bear hug. Harry found himself being rocked from side to side, with Goyle cooing at him about how cute he was.

Harry wanted to vomit, but found that it was impossible, due to the fact that he had not the air with which to expel anything, nor anything in his stomach to expel. Goyle finally let up a bit, and swept Harry up and onto his hip. Harry automatically started to struggle. Only Tom was allowed to carry him like that! Only Tom was allowed to carry him at all. His struggles gained him nothing but a playful scolding by Goyle.

Harry felt tears forming in his eyes, and fought them back. He wanted Tom so bad right then, wanted to wake up in his arms feeling safe and warm. To inhale the soothing scent that was Tom’s alone, not gag on the sweaty stench that Goyle oozed. Damn it, cursed Harry silently, as a tear made its way down his cheek, I want to go home!

Back at home, Tom was frantically searching the Manor for Harry’s magical signature. It just wasn’t there! Not anywhere on the grounds. He burned his call into his elite, and willed them there violently. Lucius and Severus ran up to him, with Sirius close behind. He looked around, where were the others they should be there!

“Sir, please!” gasped Lucius over the pain. “Don’t hurt Severus anymore, my baby!” The Dark Lord looked at Lucius blankly and started to hyperventilate. Sirius was holding on to a shaking Severus, and Lucius was pleading with Voldemort to make it stop, make it stop! McNair appeared before them, bent over his arm and panting. Voldemort suddenly stopped calling them. He hadn’t expected Wormtail to turn up, he had killed him a little while ago, when it had been revealed that he had betrayed the Potters to Dumbledore. He slowly calmed his breathing, focusing on how good it had felt to deal with a traitor.

Lucius snatched a paler than usual Severus from a concerned Sirius. He swept his hands frantically over Sev’s body, all the while whispering to him that he was going to be all right. Voldemort watched with a strange look on his face, parts envy, concern, and sheer terror. He slowly slid down to the floor, where he rocked himself slightly. “He’s gone.” Whispered the Dark Lord. Sirius jerked his head up and stared at him. “Harry? Do you mean Harry?”

Voldemort nodded slowly, and then started to shake his head. “Someone must have him.” He whispered, “Someone has my cub, my heart.” Severus pushed Lucius off of himself and stumbled over to the Dark Lord. “My Liege, look at me. Look at me!” When Voldemort did, Severus gently grabbed hold of his chin. “We will get him back. Didn’t you give him anything with which you could track him? A necklace, tattoo, anything?”

Voldemort slowly nodded his head, trying to remember what it had been.

Meanwhile, Harry found himself on the cold tile floor, next to Goyle’s chair. He would have tried to leave by now, but as it was he had to stretch himself up uncomfortably to continue breathing. He entertained the thought of hanging himself for a minute, then dismissed it, knowing that any minute Tom was going to burst through the doors and save him.

Goyle held a piece of peach out to him and cooed, “Pet, here is some thing to eat. It will make you more comfortable here if you would eat.” Harry turned away and met the eyes of a horrified Goyle Jr. Harry turned away again, and stared blankly at the wall. He did his best to ignore everything going on around him, only just hearing Goyle Jr. asking to be excused from the table and asking to go over and visit with Draco. Goyle turned lascivious eyes on Harry, and told Goyle Jr. to ask to spend the night with the Malfoys.

Harry found himself alone with Goyle, who stood abruptly and yanked on the chain to indicate that Harry would follow him. Much to his own amazement, Harry did. After a few corridors and turns, Harry found himself in a large room that barely contained the most humongous bed that Harry had ever seen. It was bright green, with great big sheets covered in snakes that slithered and moved across it. Harry was horrified to see long chains hanging from the posts of the bed, with large manacles at their ends.

Goyle picked Harry up and heaved him into the middle of the bed. Harry had the wind knocked out of him, and lay still, quite stunned. Before he knew what was happening, Goyle had him on his stomach and chained spread eagled across the bed.

No, no, no, no, no, thought Harry, not this way, not him, I WANT TOM!!!! Goyle took no heed of the terrified whimpers that were escaping Harry’s throat. He stripped himself of his robes and his undergarments, and lined himself up with Harry’s entrance. He leaned down to whisper in Harry’s ear, “Pet, I’ve never done this with a man, so it might hurt.” With that, Gregory Goyle flipped back Harry’s loincloth, raised his ass to the air, and plunged straight into Harry.

Harry screamed louder than he ever had in his life. Nothing had hurt this bad, not Uncle Vernon, not the crutiatus, nothing! He started screaming, “Tom! Tom!” and Goyle paused. Harry started to sob incoherently, and Goyle slapped him hard, in the side, right where his old wounds where. Harry screamed again. His life was becoming a living hell. He sobbed harder as he felt Goyle groan in his ear and climax.

Goyle pulled out, making Harry cry out through his sobs. “How dare you!” shrieked Goyle, incensed that his pet would cry out for someone else during their “lovemaking”. He raised his fist and hit Harry in the back. Suddenly he felt himself being thrown backwards.
Lord Voldemort stood in the door, a red aura surrounding him. Harry saw him, and started to cry harder. He tried to bury himself in the bed, but moving opened up the wounds inside himself, and the blood poured down his thighs faster. Voldemort growled and stalked towards Goyle. “Severus, take Harry to Howitzer. I have trash to deal with.” Severus and Lucius ran towards Harry and unshackled him. Harry merely curled into a ball and sobbed.

Sirius had transformed to scent where Harry was in the Goyle household, and stalked towards Goyle with his hackles raised and a low menacing growl issuing from his throat. Voldemort’s robes swirled about him dramatically, and he advanced on Goyle slowly, with measured steps, his wand at his side. “So, you thought that you could touch my mate? To take his innocence, as though he were a common wench? No, no, my mate is so much more than that. He is a god, sent down from the heavens, a wonderful gift to us.”

While this was happening, Harry heard none of it. Harry was busy trying to pull in on himself. But insistent hands kept on distracting him from it. He finally looked up at the person shaking him in exasperation and said, “Leave me be, damn it! Let me just die!” Severus looked at him with a smidgen of pity in his eyes, but a firm, “NO.” startled Harry.

“What do you mean, ‘NO’? How can I live after… after…” Harry trailed off, a lump in his throat preventing speech. Severus whispered “I know how you feel, but you have to live for him. I had to stay for Lucius, and you have to stay for you Tom.” Harry stared at him in shock, not entirely comprehending what Severus was saying. Finally he looked over to where Tom was, and shuddered.

Severus picked him up, and strode gently towards the door. Lucius followed them, and kept a hand at the small of Severus’ back and his wand in hand. Harry heard Goyle whimpering as he had, and started to shake. They paused for Lucius to close the door, but they heard Voldemort hiss at a quaking Goyle, “’Ask not for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee’, mortal.”, and accompanied by Sirius’ growls and Goyle’s whimpers, it was the most terrifying thing that any of them had ever heard.