Harry Potter and the Head of Black

(A/N: If scenes of M/M rape disturb you, well...like I said earlier, to bad. This chapter deals heavily with it. This will also change between point of views several times with no amount of time passing between them. Also, several characters will die during this series, and I am curious if anyone has any “last words” for a character to say. Leave them in a review if you have one. I will say, however, that one character will utter these words before dying before the end of this story: “I die free!” taken from Stargate SG-1. And no, it's most likely not whom you are thinking. Probably the last person you'd ever expect to say it. Which is a paradox because then it would be the first person you would think of. However, that would in turn make the first person you would think of the last person, which would in turn make them the first person and the last person the last person again, and then the first person would become the last person when the last person becomes the first person, which would only...oh my God I've gone cross-eyed. So, since it's my twenty-first birthday today, I figured I'd post a chapter. As always, Read and Review, makes the author happy.)

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elphaba: Yes, it was an unfair ending. But not every chapter can end with Harry fucking a different girl every night courtesy of Tonks, at least this early in the story. I could have made it worse though and put “THE END” at the bottom and see how people reacted to that, though. But as I stated last chapter, I'm a sadist, not inhuman.

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Harry Potter and the Head of Black

Harry let out a moan as he started coming to. He tried to get up, but found himself tied down. His eyes opened, only to find his vision blurry. He could fell himself lying on something, with his legs bent at his waist. He could also tell he was completely nude. It was not something he wanted to have happen.

“Good to see you're up, Boy.” he heard his uncle say from behind him. That was definitely not something that he wanted to have happen.

“Vernon.” he said, his voice emotionless. He was glad he could keep control of his emotions right now. He knew that if he showed an outward appearance of not caring, it could unnerve his uncle a bit. He also knew it was never a good idea to show any form of emotion to an enemy, something he learned the hard way only weeks before. He was also glad that he could keep his emotions under control while inside he was scared for his life.

“I believe I should make you pay for that 'shit-hole' comment earlier, Boy.” he heard his uncle say as another person walked up in front of him. He couldn't tell who it was in his current semi-blind state, only that the shape of the person showed it wasn't one of his relatives.

“And why should I?” Harry asked, his voice again masking his unease.

“Because you really should repay this nice man for helping us.” he heard as the man lowered his pants, revealing an arse that seemed hairier that his uncle's fat arse. The bent over in front of him, spreading the cheeks a bit. Harry gagged and tried not to throw up as the smell of shit hit his face.

“I wont do it.” Harry said. He quickly let out a scream of pain as he felt a cat-o-nine slam into his back. The man took that as an open invitation and thrust his ass at Harry's mouth. He tried to close his mouth, but the man reached back and pried open his jaw.

“I'm sorry, but they told me they were out of toilet paper.” he said. “Your uncle, however, told me that you were very good as toilet paper.” he continued, lifting his leg up onto a stool. “You best get to cleaning me, Boy.” he finished. Harry shook his head, knowing that he was helpless. He also knew that he wouldn't do any of this without a damn good reason to, something that they had yet to give him.

“Clean him, Boy!” he heard his uncle yell. He felt his uncle grab his testicles and twist them hard. Harry let out a scream of pain, only to gag when he felt a hand shove his head into the man's arse. “Clean him, Boy! Now!”

Slowly, Harry snaked out his tongue, finding the man's anus right in front of it. He felt the man's anus pucker up for a moment before relaxing. He tried to keep his emotionless mask in place, knowing that this was a new type of danger he was in. He knew that if someone didn't find him, he was a dead man. He continued to lick until he felt something large pushing against his anus again. He let out a scream, mixed with moans from his uncle and the still unknown man.

“You have this boy here trained well, Dursley.”

“I do indeed.” he replied. “I've only been doing this to him since he was three, after all.”

“Since the age of three, huh?” he heard the unknown man ask. “That is pretty good. What else can he do?”

-

Hermione watched as Remus stepped through the fireplace, a look of worry etched on his face. She had firecalled both him and the Weasleys after listening to the portrait telling them what the so-called Headmaster had done. She knew that they would be worried about what had happened.

“Remus, we don't have much time. Harry's been taken captive by his uncle and Dumbledore!” Hermione yelled the moment he stepped out.

“I was afraid of this.” he muttered, looking at them. “Did he say anything before leaving? Better yet, how did this happen?”

“Who cares?” a voice said from within the Weasley contingent. Everyone looked over at him with something akin to shock on their faces.

“Ron?” Hermione asked.

“Who gives a crap about Harry Bloody Potter.” he continued, looking at all of them. “The idiot gets captured and then everyone drops everything to save him. It's always 'Harry this' and 'Harry that' and everything.”

“Ronald!” Molly snapped, glaring at him.

“No!” he yelled, looking at them. “If the great Harry Bloody Potter is to damn stupid to get himself caught, than I say screw him. Let's put our resources to something a bit more important.”

“Like what?” Molly continued.

“Like what to do with his money now that he's gone.

SLAP!

“How dare you talk like that!” Molly yelled, swinging her arm again to slap her son. “After everything that boy has done for this family, and you treat him like that!”

“Like what!?”

“You sister owes him a life debt, you father owes him a life debt, and your brothers owe him greatly for starting up that business nonsense of theirs!” she yelled. Everyone knew that she did not agree with the twins' idea for opening a joke shop, but they also knew that her sense of honor would not allow her to forgo the gift Harry gave to the twins as start-up. “Not only that, but he reinstated us to an Ancient and Noble House once again!”

“Well I don't owe him anything!” he yelled, walking toward the Floo. “I'm leaving!” he yelled out, reaching from some Floo powder. He stepped into the fireplace while throwing it down. “The Burrow!”

“Forget him.” Hermione said, watching as Molly started to make her way to follow him. “Right now, Harry is far more important than that prat abandoning him once again.”

“We don't know where he is being kept.” Remus said, looking at them. “Without that piece of information, we have no way of knowing how to free him.”

“We'll have to think of something.” Hermione said, turning away from the group for a moment to hide the tear slowly falling from her cheek. “We have to.”

-

“Ah, Severus.” Albus said as Snape walked into the room. He pointed toward a chair opposite the desk. “Please, have a seat my friend.”

“You wished to see me, Headmaster?” he asked, taking a seat while raising his occulmency shields.

“I did, my friend.” he answered, picking up a piece of parchment from his desk. He handed it to Severus. “I believe that you will find this piece of parchment very tempting.”

“Why would that be?” he asked, taking it. He looked down at it and was glad that he had such good control of his emotions. Even with the control he had, he was sure a bit of shock shone on his face. “Potter is being held by his relatives?”

“Yes, he is.” Albus said, his eyes twinkling madly. “I know that you, of all people, will want to make use of the boy.”

“Why would you believe that, Headmaster?”

“Everything he has done to you.” was Albus' reply. “He is the constant reminder of what you were never allowed to have. He is the child of James Potter, your hated enemy. James Potter's child through the woman you loved before you ever stepped foot into Hogwarts.”

“And you believe I have the want to torture Potter through sex?”

“I believe you were bi-sexual during your days in school.” he said, standing up. “You know where he is, my friend. Go and make some use out of the boy. Just remember, he can not be killed before Tom is allowed to kill him.”

“Yes, Headmaster.” Severus said, standing up as well. He spun on his hill and made his way toward the door. He knew he would need to get the boy out there before something bad happened. He also knew that if he did, Albus would never trust him again.

Once again, he was becoming a traitor.

-

Harry felt the tears that had been threatening to fall from his eyes since he regained conciseness start to fall from his eyes. He knew that he was all alone in the room. He knew that he was going to die in this room. It killed him, knowing that the last thing he would know would be his uncle's dick pumping into his destroyed arse while the other man was pumping in alternate strokes into his face.

“Ah look...he's finally crying.” the unknown man said, never once stopping in his pumping. “I bet the little bitch is afraid we'll kill him.”

“I wish we could.” he heard Vernon say. He felt a quick swat to his testicles, causing him to let out a scream. This only proved to stimulate the unknown man even more.

“I told you, Dumbledore wants him alive.” he said after a few moments to collect himself. “Without him, we're all screwed when it will come to killing that Voldemort bastard.”

“Alright.” Vernon said. He stopped for a moment before he quickly pounded away at a fast pace. Harry started to scream again as he felt his insides getting ripped to pieces before feeling his uncle shooting off inside of him.

“I bet you like to take it up the arse, don't you Bitch?” the other man asked. He smiled evilly down at Harry and shoved his penis as far to into Harry's throat as possible. He felt his vision start to dull as air could no longer enter his lungs as the man shot off straight into his throat. Harry gagged before the man pulled out.

“Dumbledore doesn't want you dead yet.” the man said before walking over to his discarded clothing. Harry followed him as best he could and watched as he pulled out something black. He felt Vernon pull out of him, causing a mixture of blood and semen to flow out of him.

“Do it.” he heard his uncle say.

“I am going to greatly enjoy doing this, Harry Potter.” he said, placing the black device on his head, right above his scar. He felt two cold metal protrusions from it before pain unlike anything he'd felt before flowed through his body. He felt his bladder letting go as he screamed his throat raw.

“Boy, you remember what happens if you pee on my floor.” he heard his uncle say through his screams. He knew what his uncle would do. He would use him as a toilet.

He knew he was going to die. And in those moments, he felt but only one true emotion.

Regret.

Deep regret that he never told Hermione how he truly felt about her.

-

Dudley heard the screams coming from the room next to his, and tried to ignore them for the time being. He knew that in order to save Harry, he would need a plan. Rushing in and using his barely controlled powers would do nothing more than get him killed quicker.

He needed a plan.

(A/N: Figured I'd keep the M/M to a minimum.)