The Headmaster

There is a rape in this chapter. Its not very expicite but I tought you should be forwarned. Thank you all for you reviews, please keep them coming.


Chapter 8 The Headmaster

Derek and Jake were bored. Having the nightshift they couldn’t play their games of harassing the prisoners. So instead, they drank. They drank until the little reason they possessed was gone.

“What’s ya want ta do?” Jake asked. He had no backbone and would do anything that Derek said. Being a natural bully this suited Derek just fine.

“If we had a few broads we could get our rocks off.”

“Ain’t got no broads, Derek.”

“I know that stupid. I said ‘if we had a few broads’.” He looked at the rows and rows of cells that housed sleeping prisoners. “We do have our ‘toys’.” Something malicious shown in the guard’s eyes.

“What ya talking about, mate?”

“We can fuck one of the inmates. No one will no. Fuck and obliviate them. What could be more easy?”

“I don’t know. Never been with a bloke and I don’t really want to.”

“Aw Jake, you’ve missed out on a wondrous experience. The tightness around your cock is the next best thing to heaven. No sloppy pussy could feel that good.”

“I don’t know…”

“We’ll do one of the Death Eaters. They’re not human anyway. We could do that Snape fellow in the hole. He’ll be dead soon and nobody will ever fine out.”

“Well…”

“It’s an experience every man should have once in his life,” Derek urged.

“From what I see, when I feed him, he’s near death already. Won’t he be… dirty.”

It was strange that the little man was worried about the dirt. He had a coating or two of dirt on his own person.

“Oh for Merlin’s sake, we’re wizards, we’ll charm him clean.”

“Okay, I’ll do it.”

“Jake you’re wrong. We’ll both do it.” Derek corrected.

The apparition of Dumbledore dissolved into nothingness with the opening of the hatch.

With the warmth gone Severus shivered from the cold until he awoke.

They levitated Snape from the depth of his cell until he was lying at their feet

Anyone that had ever known Severus would instantaneously see the spark that made Severus was gone. All that was left was a shell of a man. Not much more than an animal, to be told what to do.

“Merlin, Derek, he’s so dirty.”

Derek snickered. “I’ve had worse.” With a wave of his wand the thin layer of clothes Severus was wearing was gone, so was a layer of grime. Grabbing Severus by the scruff of his neck, they dragged his body to an old cell that the warden had put a desk and a couple of chairs into and told the guards that it was their office.

“I’ll do anything you want me to do but I can’t do this.” Jake took a step outside of their office.

“You can leave or watch, I don’t give a shit which but if you don’t want anything to do with this you better leave now because in about thirty seconds I’m going to push my cock deep into his arse. Now make up your mind.”

Jake stood there for a second before taking off running.

Derek slammed prisoner DE003 face down on his desk. Pressing one hand on Severus’ lower back, he used the other hand to unzip his trousers and pull his engorged cock out. Rather awkward at first, with Severus’ legs mostly fused together, Derek placed the tip of his cock at Severus’ tight opening. With no thought but of his own pleasure, he pressed steadily into Severus, oblivious to the prisoner’s muffled scream of pain.

“Might as well be fucking a corpse,” Derek spit out. He held the hips tightly as he unmercifully hammered into the ex-Death Eater.

“My god Derek, what do you think you’re doing?” Smyth stood in the doorway. Jake was hidden behind the larger man. “Get off the man immediately,” Smyth ordered.

“Just… a… few… more… strokes…” he moaned as he came in prisoner DE003. With a contented sigh he pulled his member from Severus bloody hole.

“Derek, what have you done?” Smyth was flabbergasted.

“Not much different that you did, sir. I fucked him.”

“Derek, I never ‘fucked’ him or any prisoner.”

“No sir, you only fucked them over now and then, didn’t ya sir?”

“What… what do you mean?”

“A year of hard labor was his punishment, not a year in the hole. You know as well as I do that there hasn’t been a man that ever came out of level five alive. Thought I could get some use out of the body before it becomes useless. As I see it, he’s as near death as a fellow can be and still be breathing. I’ll just toss him back in and we can all forget this ever happened, don’t ya think sir?”

“Derek, you are relieved of your services, as of now. Collect your things and leave the premises.”

“Not going to have me arrested? Why’s that… feeling guilty?” Derek stepped out of the office. Seeing Jake he took a quick step towards the smaller man. When Jake flinched, Derek started to chuckle as he left. He could be heard saying as he left, “Bloody little coward.”

Jake stepped around Smyth and looked at the bloody broken body that lay on the dirt floor.

“What you goin’ ta do with him warden?”

“I have no idea.” He ran his fingers through his hair as he tried to think. “I can’t, in good conscious, throw him back into level five.”

“He needs a Healer boss.”

“Can’t let that happen… go to the infirmary and grab a couple of bottles of healing and pain potions. Bring them back here while I decide what I should do with the body.”

“He isn’t dead, is he?” Jake swallowed hard.

“What? No… no, he’s not dead.” Shaking his head at his own callousness ‘Maybe it’s time for me to rethink my position on the way I’ve been treating the prisoners on the whole,’ he thought as he looked at the lump on the floor. “Jake, go get the medicine. Then you can help me put him in solitary confinement. We can’t let him be found in this condition. It would be my job.”

Warden Smyth stared nervously at Snape. He kept staring at his watch wondering what was taking the scrawny little guard so long to get back. In reality it was but a few moments. Tired of waiting, Smyth took a long deep breath before grabbing the Death Eater under the shoulder and started to drag him through the prison’s halls. Expecting dead weight, he was surprised at how easy it was to drag the light body down the hall.

“Warden Smyth is there anything I could help you with?” The warden’s back slammed into the hard body of the prison’s Healer.

‘Damn it to hell.’ Smyth dropped the body he was pulling and turned to the Healer. “What are you doing out this time a night?” he bristled.

“I often walk the halls at night, checking with the prisoners, to see if they need anything. I can’t ever remember seeing you out past dark, especially dragging a corpse.”

Healer Alvin Montague was a middle aged man, who believed in the wealth one receives by helping others. He spent most of his adult life travelling the world helping the lost and unwanted. That was how he ended up here. Who was more unwanted than the prisoners of Azkaban?

“I… I…” ‘Better off letting him think he’s dead.’ “I was dragging him to the morgue. I didn’t want the dead carcass stinking up the place.”

The Healer guffawed. There was nothing in the world that could make the smell worse than it already was.

Jake was running, full speed around the corner, almost knocking both men down. Some of the many bottles he was trying to hold went crashing to the ground. Breathless, Jake didn’t notice his wide eyed boss, slightly shaking his head. “I brung the medicine you asked for.”

Jake saw the Healer and smiled. Jake liked Montague. The healer took the time, on his day off, to go to his house to check up on his family, which had been sick for a good month. Jake’s face crunched together as he tried to remember what the Healer called what his family had, oh yes, strep throat. By the time he left the family was well on their way to recovery.

“Medicine for a corpse?” Montague inquired. Severus rolled slightly onto his side and moaned softly. “Our corpse is not quite dead, it seems. Jake let me see what you brought?” Quick examination of the vials, the Healer dismissed most of them, choosing but two of the bottles.

Sitting on the floor he cradled the Potions Master’s head in his lap. Tilting his head back, he pried the mouth open with his thumb. He poured the potions slowly down his gullet, stroking the throat, encouraging it to swallow. After a long few minutes Alvin was satisfied the prisoner was stable enough to be moved.

Brushing his robes clean, he stood. “Let’s…” Looking about, the healer saw that Warden Smyth had disappeared, leaving only Jake standing there. “Jake it looks like you and I will have to carry him to the infirmary.”

“Touch him? He’s so dirty.” He took a couple of steps back.

Shaking his head sadly, the healer lifted Severus in his arms and carried him to the infirmary by himself. Jake trotted next to Montague, having to scurry to keep up with the man’s long strides.

“What have you been feeding this poor man?”

“Gruel… once a day,” Jake answered sheepishly.

“He’s nothing but skin and bones.” He stared down at the face, trying to recognize the features under all the muck. “I haven’t seen this prisoner before, where have you been keeping him?”

Jake slowed down to a stop but remained silent.

Stopping, Montague turned to Jake and asked a second time, “I repeat, where have you been keeping this man?”

“In…” Jake studied the tip of his shoe, “in level five.”

“How long?” Jake had never heard the Healer so angry.

“I… I… don’t reckon I remember exactly…”

“Jake?” The word were spoken softly threw clenched teeth.

“Two, three months, maybe a little more.” Jake took a step back, out of the range of the Healer.

“Good God man, how did you ever survive that long.” His pace sped up, pulling the bundle of bones a little closer.

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“What do they mean I have to have a physical to be Headmaster of Hogwarts? I’m already am headmaster.”

Minerva had informed Adam that Harry would be getting the letter instructing him of his appointment at St. Mungo’s that afternoon. Adam made it a point to be there when he received it.

“What’s the big deal Harry? A few hours of your time and it will be over with.”

“It’s never over with… once they get their greedy hands on you they never want to let you go. I know, after I defeated Voldemort, I was in the hospital for six long, frickin’, months. Something about all the curses I endured during the final battle. They never found a bloody thing. Finally I got fed up and just left. I would have loved to see their faces when they opened my hospital room and found it empty.” There was a gleam in Harry’s eyes, “I made a promise to myself that day, unless I was dying that I would never step into a hospital again. And I’m not going to start now.”

“Are you done?” Adam calmly asked.

“What?”

“Are you done having a tantrum so we can speak of this in a calm manner?”

Harry thought for a moment. “Yes, guess I am but I’m still not going.”

“If I administer the test would that make it easier?”

“Some… but I don’t want to go to St. Mungo’s.” Adam saw the child again in Harry. He half expected to see him start pouting.

“Let me see what they planned for you.” He took the letter and read it. “I can do 85% of the test right here in your office. The others, the more important ones, have to be done at the hospital. I could have you in and out within two hours tops.”

“You’ll be with me the whole time?”

“Yes Harry, I’ll be there.”

A mischievous smile captured Harry’s lips. “Can we play doctor?”

“Sit down Harry. I have something I need to tell you.”

“I don’t like the sound of this,” Harry said cautiously, as he sat down on the ancient couch.

“There is nothing to be worried about. I find myself extremely attracted to you. You’re everything that I would want in a lover.”

“So,” Harry grinned, “what’s the problem?”

“The problem is that I don’t want a long term relationship with anyone, as of now.”

“I wasn’t asking for a long…”

Adam interrupted Harry. “No you wanted a few nights of slap and tickle and that’s what I wanted too, nothing more. Until I got to know you. I find that I have feelings that I haven’t had for a very long time. I could very easily fall deeply in love with you and that, I don’t want. You mean too much to me to jeopardize our friendship.”

A puzzled look came over Harry’s face. “I thought I was in love once and it turned out badly. Don’t want to go through the heart ach again.”

“You don’t remember being in love?”

“Not really, it’s vague, almost like a dream.” Harry giggled. “Most likely was one. You are the first friend I’ve had in a long time. I’d rather give up the idea of sex with you than lose your friendship.”

“Is everything alright between us?” Adam asked.

“Couldn’t be more perfect.” Adam swore that Harry looked relieved.

“And the physical?”

Harry grimaced. “Alright, as long as you’re there.”

“Every step of the way.”