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Memories and Potions
Warning: there is a reason for the rating of this story please do not read if you do not like male on male sex/rape
Chapter Six: Memories and potions
“Professor?” Hermione asked timidly from the doorway of the kitchen.
“Yes Ms Granger?” He replied tiredly not even moving from his position at the head of the table, not even to glance in her direction to acknowledge her.
“I…I’ve been doing some research sir. In the library. Sir, I found a potion that may help Harry.” Dumbledore sighed and then surveyed her over his spectacles, his customary twinkle was gone.
“The sanctrium curium I presume you are talking about.”
“Yes sir, I think it could really help Harry.” He sighed again before leaning back in his tired wooden chair that looked to be on it’s last legs.
“That Ms Granger I have no doubt of, but the fact of the matter is when Alexis Sanctrium invented this potion he left it in the care of one Claudius Galen and so as I’m sure you know all of his work was destroyed during the renaissance bar a few pieces. Unfortunately this potion was not one of those lucky few pieces and so is completely useless to us in Harry’s case.” he waved her off moving forward in his chair to emphasise his frustration that a cure could not be found for his adopted grandson.
“But sir…there is an American that claims that he has found and tested it. If we could just talk to him and find out the truth then…”
“…then maybe he will be a death eater who will subsequently tell Voldemort Harry’s whereabouts and we would lose him again.” He interrupted her swiftly. “Ms Granger I know you are concerned for Harry’s health especially considering recent developments but you cannot rush into things without fully considering the consequences. Now please go back to Harry and…keep an eye on him. There will be an order meeting tonight at eight, I expect you and Mr Weasley to be there.” and he went back to his original position when she had entered the room, and promptly ignoring her.
“Yes sir.” she whispered before following his instructions. “oh, and sir.”
“Yes.” he answered tonelessly.
“It’s not your fault.”
“what’s not my fault?”
“Harry, sir. There was nothing you could have done to save him at that graveyard.” and she left the room promptly leaving the tired headmaster to dwell on his thoughts.
“I wish that were true Ms Granger, but there is always something I could have done. Always.”
--
“Call me Hagrid, everyone does.”
“did we introduce ourselves? Fred and George Weasley. And this is Ron, our brother.”
“I’ve learnt all our set books off by heart, of course, I just hope it will be enough - I’m Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you?”
“My names Malfoy, Draco Malfoy.”
Should’ve taken his hand, wouldn’t be here now, would have been great, would not have to jump
“Professor, what’s happening to him? Why wont he wake up?”
“Miss Granger, it seems that his mental state is as we feared, he may never wake up, we can only wait to see what will happen, tell me miss Granger what was he like the last time you saw him?”
“Well…”
“Potter, you have defied me for the last time, now you will learn to regret not ever not joining me when I offered you the chance, No one refuses me.” Voldemort spat at the small boy who was lying in a foetal position at his feet. “Get up. GET UP!” he repeated causing the boy to curl up tighter. With a flick of a hand Voldemort had Harry up in the air choking. “you obey my orders or face the consequences!” and he threw him onto a conjured metal table in front of the entire inner circle of death eaters. Hermione looked on indifferently whilst her insides were screaming at them to stop. She felt a tug from behind her
“Have you told anyone about this?”
“No Professor.”
“Right well I will have to inform Poppy about this, I’ll be right back.”
“Oh Harry,” once Mcgonnagal had left. “What did they do to you?”
“you are a worthless little whore, What are you?”
“No…no!” Harry moaned on the floor whilst Voldemort stood above him tall and proud. He had been taken from the graveyard a month previous and had since then been subject to a mixture of torture and snide remarks, but Voldemort was going easy on him, or at least he was until the death eater meeting a week ago. He remembered pain and blood and death. He had been pushed onto a cold hard metal table naked. Voldemort was behind him talking to his followers, his herd, his dogs if you will. He vaguely remembered laughter before a searing pain ripped through his backside as Voldemort rammed himself into him tearing away his virginity, destroying his life; before he lost consciousness and his world went red.
He had woken up in a white room, he had never been there before and it seemed he would never leave there again because there was no doors or windows, and seemingly not even walls just white. But he was taken out of there once a day to be Voldemorts victim, his fuck. That’s where he was now in Voldemorts private quarters, lying on the floor stark naked, whilst Voldemort taunted him.
“You are a little, pathetic whore. You should be lying rotting in your grave but instead you not. Why because you’re the boy who bloody-wont-die. But listen to this Harry Potter.” He spat. “I might not be able to kill you until I know the prophecy, but that doesn’t mean I cant make you go absolutely insane, now, does it. Crucio.”
“AGGGGHHHHH!!” Harry screamed, his body on fire, his voice going hoarse from screaming. Hope was beginning to slip away from him fast. At the time he couldn’t hear what Voldemort was saying, but now he could hear him as clear as day.
“I’m going to make you so insane that you will do my bidding and then in front of all your friends kill yourself“…“kill yourself”…“kill yourself”…“kill yourself”…“jump off a bridge”…“kill yourself”…“worthless little whore”…“Jump”…
If I jump it all ends…if I stay it continues…Voldemort will win…win what?…I don’t know but he will win…if I don’t die he will kill my friends…what friends?…I don’t know…do I have friends?…where are they…are they dead…what if he attacks Hermy-own?
Harry sat bolt upright in bed green eyes wide open staring straight into Hermione’s brown ones.
“NO!”
Chapter Six: Memories and potions
“Professor?” Hermione asked timidly from the doorway of the kitchen.
“Yes Ms Granger?” He replied tiredly not even moving from his position at the head of the table, not even to glance in her direction to acknowledge her.
“I…I’ve been doing some research sir. In the library. Sir, I found a potion that may help Harry.” Dumbledore sighed and then surveyed her over his spectacles, his customary twinkle was gone.
“The sanctrium curium I presume you are talking about.”
“Yes sir, I think it could really help Harry.” He sighed again before leaning back in his tired wooden chair that looked to be on it’s last legs.
“That Ms Granger I have no doubt of, but the fact of the matter is when Alexis Sanctrium invented this potion he left it in the care of one Claudius Galen and so as I’m sure you know all of his work was destroyed during the renaissance bar a few pieces. Unfortunately this potion was not one of those lucky few pieces and so is completely useless to us in Harry’s case.” he waved her off moving forward in his chair to emphasise his frustration that a cure could not be found for his adopted grandson.
“But sir…there is an American that claims that he has found and tested it. If we could just talk to him and find out the truth then…”
“…then maybe he will be a death eater who will subsequently tell Voldemort Harry’s whereabouts and we would lose him again.” He interrupted her swiftly. “Ms Granger I know you are concerned for Harry’s health especially considering recent developments but you cannot rush into things without fully considering the consequences. Now please go back to Harry and…keep an eye on him. There will be an order meeting tonight at eight, I expect you and Mr Weasley to be there.” and he went back to his original position when she had entered the room, and promptly ignoring her.
“Yes sir.” she whispered before following his instructions. “oh, and sir.”
“Yes.” he answered tonelessly.
“It’s not your fault.”
“what’s not my fault?”
“Harry, sir. There was nothing you could have done to save him at that graveyard.” and she left the room promptly leaving the tired headmaster to dwell on his thoughts.
“I wish that were true Ms Granger, but there is always something I could have done. Always.”
--
“Call me Hagrid, everyone does.”
“did we introduce ourselves? Fred and George Weasley. And this is Ron, our brother.”
“I’ve learnt all our set books off by heart, of course, I just hope it will be enough - I’m Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you?”
“My names Malfoy, Draco Malfoy.”
Should’ve taken his hand, wouldn’t be here now, would have been great, would not have to jump
“Professor, what’s happening to him? Why wont he wake up?”
“Miss Granger, it seems that his mental state is as we feared, he may never wake up, we can only wait to see what will happen, tell me miss Granger what was he like the last time you saw him?”
“Well…”
“Potter, you have defied me for the last time, now you will learn to regret not ever not joining me when I offered you the chance, No one refuses me.” Voldemort spat at the small boy who was lying in a foetal position at his feet. “Get up. GET UP!” he repeated causing the boy to curl up tighter. With a flick of a hand Voldemort had Harry up in the air choking. “you obey my orders or face the consequences!” and he threw him onto a conjured metal table in front of the entire inner circle of death eaters. Hermione looked on indifferently whilst her insides were screaming at them to stop. She felt a tug from behind her
“Have you told anyone about this?”
“No Professor.”
“Right well I will have to inform Poppy about this, I’ll be right back.”
“Oh Harry,” once Mcgonnagal had left. “What did they do to you?”
“you are a worthless little whore, What are you?”
“No…no!” Harry moaned on the floor whilst Voldemort stood above him tall and proud. He had been taken from the graveyard a month previous and had since then been subject to a mixture of torture and snide remarks, but Voldemort was going easy on him, or at least he was until the death eater meeting a week ago. He remembered pain and blood and death. He had been pushed onto a cold hard metal table naked. Voldemort was behind him talking to his followers, his herd, his dogs if you will. He vaguely remembered laughter before a searing pain ripped through his backside as Voldemort rammed himself into him tearing away his virginity, destroying his life; before he lost consciousness and his world went red.
He had woken up in a white room, he had never been there before and it seemed he would never leave there again because there was no doors or windows, and seemingly not even walls just white. But he was taken out of there once a day to be Voldemorts victim, his fuck. That’s where he was now in Voldemorts private quarters, lying on the floor stark naked, whilst Voldemort taunted him.
“You are a little, pathetic whore. You should be lying rotting in your grave but instead you not. Why because you’re the boy who bloody-wont-die. But listen to this Harry Potter.” He spat. “I might not be able to kill you until I know the prophecy, but that doesn’t mean I cant make you go absolutely insane, now, does it. Crucio.”
“AGGGGHHHHH!!” Harry screamed, his body on fire, his voice going hoarse from screaming. Hope was beginning to slip away from him fast. At the time he couldn’t hear what Voldemort was saying, but now he could hear him as clear as day.
“I’m going to make you so insane that you will do my bidding and then in front of all your friends kill yourself“…“kill yourself”…“kill yourself”…“kill yourself”…“jump off a bridge”…“kill yourself”…“worthless little whore”…“Jump”…
If I jump it all ends…if I stay it continues…Voldemort will win…win what?…I don’t know but he will win…if I don’t die he will kill my friends…what friends?…I don’t know…do I have friends?…where are they…are they dead…what if he attacks Hermy-own?
Harry sat bolt upright in bed green eyes wide open staring straight into Hermione’s brown ones.
“NO!”