The Gulag

Author Notes: First, there is Dumbledore sex in this chapter. Some may find it disturbing so be forwarned. Second, an observant reader noticed that in chapter 4 I had Remus and Tonks living in the Bristish Isles unable to have children. My faux paux, someday I will edit the chapter and correct my mistake.

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Chapter 7 The Gulag

Once Harry was sure that his friends were safe and sound, he went about saving the prisoners of the Gulag. He understood that once he freed Severus none of the other prisoners would be safe from Dumbledore and his administration. He woke a dozen goblins from Gringotts and had them open the bank in the middle of the night so that he could access his accounts. A huge amount of money was changed into Muggle money. Equal amounts of Wizarding money were deposited into small pouches. When they were finally filled, the 3300 pouches appeared on outskirts of the Gulag.

The sun was peeking above the horizon when Harry arrived at the prison. He took a deep breath and walked toward the wards. Placing his palms flat on the invisible barrier, he slowly pressed forward. Harry held his breath until he was past the wards without sounding the alarms.

He woke up everyone and ordered them to gather the few possessions they owned and to meet him in the garden. He knew he was probably scaring the children and most of the adults, but he didn’t have time for niceties. He had to do this quickly as possible.

He felt like crying as he looked upon the crowd that gathered to listen to him speak. Filthy and scared, they clutched their meager belongings to their chests. The children were clinging to their parents for comfort. He saw that Bartholomew had gathered Esmeralda and Severus’s other children together. He shook his head sadly, thinking that the boy was much too young to be responsible for the younger children. He would soon take care of that situation.

“My friends,” Harry spoke loud enough to silence the crowd, “if released today how many of you have someplace to go, preferable abroad?”

Most of the crowd raised their hands. Harry gave a sigh of relief, knowing that would make things a lot easier.

“Good. In a few moments, I will be taking down the wards to this prison. Outside of its barriers are pouches of money, one for every man, woman and child. In the pouch is both Muggle and Wizarding money to help you get relocated until it’s safe for you to come back to England. Also in the pouches are notes for you to draw more money out of my account if needed.

“How many of you have nowhere else to go?” There were fewer hands raised. “In the next few hours, I will transform Malfoy Manor into what it once was. The manor will be furnished with all the amenities including books, furniture, food and drink. All of your wants will be looked after. You are welcome to stay. The true Death Eaters will not be allowed to leave the premises as the mark they bear will prevent them from leaving.”

“What about Dumbledore, won’t he just take over again?” someone yelled from the crowd.

“No. Neither he nor any other wizard alive will be able to break through my wards. I promise you that if you stay behind my wards you will keep you safe and I will be sure you’re taken care of, but you will be prisoners in a gilded cage,” Harry explained. “Make up your mind in a hurry, for once I let these wards down I expect all hell to break loose.”

The money was handed out before the wards were taken down. Harry pulled out his wand and touched the ward with it. The wards shrieked as if they were in pain before dissipating.

“Hurry,” he ordered. “Hurry, off with you. The administration must have realized that the wards are down. There is a portkey in the pouches to give you a head start.”

Harry hustled the largest of the group away. He turned to see a few hundred faces looking at him with hope. The new wards were quickly placed around the grounds. From the outside world there was nothing but a patch of land. If anyone got to close they would become confused and just wander away.

He barely had the new wards up before Dumbledore’s Elite guards were surrounding the mansion. The moment they got to close to the fence the guards seemed to forget why they were there and wandered off. Harry looked at his watch and knew he was cutting it close but he made a promise to these people and he planned on being true to his words.

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“The wards have fallen and the prisoners are escaping,” Percy Weasley whispered into Dumbledore’s ear.

The Minister was regaling some foreign diplomats at breakfast when Percy brought him the news.

Taping his lips lightly with his napkins Dumbledore said to his guests, “I have some urgent business to attend. Please don’t wait for me and enjoy your breakfast. I shan’t be too long.”

He pushed back his chair and swiftly followed Percy from the room, “Potter is becoming a thorn in my side, one that I must remove. Send the Elite Guards to capture the escapees. Report over the airwaves and newspapers that we are under martial law. Anyone who is found giving support to any of the prisoners will be executed on the spot. There will be no trial, no hearings only a painful death.”

“Should I use those exact words, sir?” Percy was rushing to keep up with the old man’s strides.

“Yes, I want the public to be terrified at what might happen to them if they give assistance. Move up the execution of Severus to one, in fact lets give the public a good showing by beheading all twelve of our prisoners,” he stopped and turned to Percy who almost slammed into him. “Have Draco go first. I want Severus watch as his godson is put to death.”

“Yes sir,” Percy answered as he wrote frantically.

Dumbledore led Percy to his private suite in the ministry building and charmed the door shut behind him.

“I find myself rather worked up Percy. Is there anything you can do for me to release the stress?” Dumbledore stood in the center of the room, his legs slightly apart with his hands placed on his hips.

“Yes sir, if you can give me a moment, please,” Percy said.

He placed his parchments and pen on a nearby table. He straightened his vest and turned to the Minister of Magic. He walked towards the old man and fell to his knees in front of him.

Dumbledore didn’t move a muscle as Percy unzipped his trousers and pulled Albus’s thick cock from it confines. Percy was always slightly surprised at how hard the old man’s cock could get and was delighted to take it up the arse for him. Taking the tip of the Minister’s prick into his mouth he swung his tongue around the bulbous head.

Dumbledore stood impassively for the longest time as he savored the feel of the young man worshiping his prick. This was not about sex, but the release of built up stress. Putting his hands on each side of Percy’s head, he held the young man in place as he sped up his thrusting. Percy’s nose was pressed into the soft white pubic hair of the Minister’s crotch when he came down his throat. A dutiful young man, Percy was sure the cock was clean before he slipped it back into Albus’s trousers.

“Make plans to spend the evening with me,” Dumbledore ordered.

“Yes sir. Would you like me wear anything special for you?” Percy asked as he retrieved his pen and paper.

“Mmmm, yes I think I do. Wear your school robes--it seems you have been a very naughty boy and needs to be punished,” Albus leered at Percy.

Percy grinned, “Yes sir very naughty.”

Dumbledore patted Percy lovingly on the cheek, “You are such a good boy. You do my old heart good.”

“I would do anything for you sir, you know that.” Percy helped Albus straighten his clothes.

“Yes I know and one day, very soon, I might require you to do something you may find distasteful,” Albus said seriously.

“I won’t let you down,” Percy replied resolutely.

“You’re my sweet boy, so willing to please. I wish I had the time to show you how much you mean to me, but alas we will have to wait for this evening,” Dumbledore placed his hand over Percy’s hardened cock and gave it a gentle squeeze; Albus smiled when he heard his toy moan.

“Do not relieve yourself until this evening when I give you permission,” The Minister drew Percy to him and gave him a kiss that curled Weasley’s toes.

“Yes master,” Percy leaned into Dumbledore, placing his head on the old wizard’s chest.

“Not here,” Albus scolded lightly, “Only in the bedroom. Understand?”

“Sorry sir, it won’t happen again,” Percy pulled away from the warmth of his dominant.

“Good, I have guests I must entertain and you have an execution to get readied,” Dumbledore said as he headed back to the dining room where his guests were waiting.


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Severus was getting tired of watching Draco pace back and forth in their small cell and threatened Draco with a throttling if he didn’t sit down. Draco chose, wisely to sit.

“You’re talking this rather well,” Draco sulked.

“Not really,” Severus was worried about the others that were brought to the ministry, “but I am certain that a pigheaded young Gryffindor is planning a last minute rescue of me and the rest of my Slytherins.”

“You really do care for the boy wonder, don’t you?” Draco stretched his legs and leaned against the stone wall.

“He has been nothing but a stone in my shoe since I laid eyes on him,” Severus answered angrily, “yet I found myself rather taken with the unruly haired youth.”

“What are your plans for the two of you?” Draco shifted trying to find a more comfortable position.

“You mean if we survive our latest calamity?” Severus asked.

“Needless to say, Uncle Sev,” Draco goaded his godfather.

“I am neither your ‘Uncle’ nor is my name ‘Sev’,” he said with a sneer. “Do not ever call me that again or the executioner will have one less towheaded young man to dispatch.”

Draco wasn’t impressed by his godfather’s threat. Severus had long ago lost his ability to intimidate Draco.

“You’re trying to change the subject. Do you plan on courting Potter?” he pressed.

“Courting Potter?” Severus’s brow shot up. “How mundane.”

“…”

“Fine. No, I will not pursue Mr. Potter. He deserves a wife that can take care of him properly, not a crotchety old bastard who would make his life totally miserable,” Severus turned his back on Draco, thus ending the conversation.

Hours later Draco and Severus heard the heavy metal door open at the far end of the hall.

“Good, they finally brought lunch,” Draco stood from where he had been sitting.

He grimaced when he moved. He had been sitting to long in one place and his body rebelled.

“You won’t be feeling any pain in just a little while,” came a voice from the opposite side of the cell. Severus and Draco looked at each other stunned.

“Crap,” Draco whispered when he saw the executioner standing before them.

“Indeed,” Severus replied as he looked at the masked face man that stood before him.