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Secrets Unveiled
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Harry Potter Crossovers › General - Misc
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
20
Views:
2,634
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Harry Potter, Superman or Smallville, nor any of the characters from the books, comics, t.v. shows or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Two weeks ago
“What the hell is your problem!” she said as they both walked into the two bedroom brownstone.
“What,” he said defensively. He slammed the door to his house. “He deserved it!”
“He was a source!” she said as he followed her into her old bedroom. It was fairly empty by now as she was almost done moving out.
“He was an unreliable source,” he said. He backed up a little as she turned to face him, wielding her favorite Adidas hooded windbreaker in her hands. She took in a breath.
“You should know by now. We’re news reporters, Clark,” she looked into his face for a moment. “We’re supposed to be objective.”
“We’re also supposed to be a good judge of character,” he narrowed his eyes at her.
“Good judge?!” she said throwing the jacket down onto the mattress. “You’ve had twelve girlfriends going back to high school. You can’t even see that Koko was just a callous bitch!”
Clark fumed. “Oh yeah, you’re so naïve. You get hitched to the first guy that’s ever paid you any attention. You just met Carter six months ago.”
Lois took a step back. She was shaking slightly. “You screw everything in heels,” she said bitingly, her lower lip trembling.
“Not true,” Clark replied sneeringly. “I’ve stayed clear of you, haven’t I?”
“Go to hell,” she said as she pushed her way past him. She walked to the front door.
“What are you gonna do? Cry into his arms?” he said, calling after her as he clenched his fists.
She turned to face him. She took in a breath, hiding the hurt she felt inside. “You’re an asshole, Clark,” she said softly.
“My personal life is none of your business, Lois,” he said in a measured tone as he narrowed his eyes at her.
Lois turned to the door and exited, slamming it shut. Clark took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. Lois walked one block away from the brownstone before she allowed herself to breakdown.
* * *
He watched her lying on the floor, her palms rested against a wide metal pipe, her wrists magically bound around it. He twirled his wand in his hand. He breathed deeply as he pictured her writhing underneath him.
The plan his grandfather put into play five years ago was coming into fruition. He was going to finally avenge the Profesi name. Along with that, would come the rise of a new generation of deatheaters.
He sneered at the unconscious brunette. He approached her, straddling her hips. He knew he couldn’t use his wand. ‘We wouldn’t want to give the Ministry aurors an easy trace,’ he thought to himself as he placed his wand down on the floor.
He lowered his face next to hers, smelling the familiar clean scent of Calvin Klein Be. He quickly tore her shirt opened. Her eyes shot open as he nuzzled her neck, kissing her bare shoulder roughly.
She struggled weakly against her attacker. Her body ached from the multiple Cruciatus curses inflicted on her during the course of the abduction. He tried kissing her on the mouth but was thwarted as she bit down on his lower lip.
He screamed. He pointed his wand at her face. “You fucking tease!”
He hit her across the face with the back of his hand. He grabbed her chin and made her look at him. Her face stung. She could barely keep her eyes open.
“Your family’s been the bane of my family’s existence for the past three decades,” he sneered. “I will have my revenge.”
“You’re insane,” Lois said.
“Allow me to introduce myself, Lois,” the brown haired young man said. “My real name is Courtney Profesi. You might recognize the surname.”
Lois took in a sharp breath. She shook her head, denying the truth of the situation.
“You might have heard of my mother Celeste and my father Corey Reimers,” he smirked. “You see they began a plan thirty years ago to wipe mudbloods like your mother and half breeds like you from the wizarding world. But your stupid parents had to get in the way. I’m going to finish their job.”
Lois struggled against her bindings, which cut into her wrists. She whimpered.
“Now see, you’ve spilled your filth,” he said as he ran his finger along her jaw. She shivered as she looked into his eyes. She saw the rage and intent behind them.
“You actually thought I was going to marry you,” he said as he leaned down to within five centimeters of her face. “How prudish of you to have me wait until our wedding night to touch you.”
She turned away from him. She shut her eyes trying to block out the situation.
He grasped her chin forcing her to look at him. “So where exactly were you fucking him?”
Lois looked directly at him in disgust. She spat at him.
“Come on Lois,” he said as he wiped his face. “Everyone can see you and him have something going on. Do you shag him in the supply closet? Or even on your desk during those late evenings.”
“Go to hell!” she cried.
“I tell you what,” he said as he licked at her right breast. “After tonight you’ll forget all about Clark in more ways than one.
“Meyers did his job and I’m going to do mine,” he grunted as he adjusted himself. He looked down at her lustfully.
“Why did you ask me to marry you?” she asked, trying to distract him as a tear slid down her cheek. He looked at her. “You’ve wanted to avenge your family. You could have just killed me on that first date.
“Did you ever love me?” she asked whimpering.
Courtney’s eyes grew stormy. “And you? Did you ever love me?”
Courtney took in a breath. His wand hand wavered. Lois shut her eyes. Courtney huffed. His rage grew. He aimed his wand at her and uttered the torture curse.
Two weeks ago
“What the hell is your problem!” she said as they both walked into the two bedroom brownstone.
“What,” he said defensively. He slammed the door to his house. “He deserved it!”
“He was a source!” she said as he followed her into her old bedroom. It was fairly empty by now as she was almost done moving out.
“He was an unreliable source,” he said. He backed up a little as she turned to face him, wielding her favorite Adidas hooded windbreaker in her hands. She took in a breath.
“You should know by now. We’re news reporters, Clark,” she looked into his face for a moment. “We’re supposed to be objective.”
“We’re also supposed to be a good judge of character,” he narrowed his eyes at her.
“Good judge?!” she said throwing the jacket down onto the mattress. “You’ve had twelve girlfriends going back to high school. You can’t even see that Koko was just a callous bitch!”
Clark fumed. “Oh yeah, you’re so naïve. You get hitched to the first guy that’s ever paid you any attention. You just met Carter six months ago.”
Lois took a step back. She was shaking slightly. “You screw everything in heels,” she said bitingly, her lower lip trembling.
“Not true,” Clark replied sneeringly. “I’ve stayed clear of you, haven’t I?”
“Go to hell,” she said as she pushed her way past him. She walked to the front door.
“What are you gonna do? Cry into his arms?” he said, calling after her as he clenched his fists.
She turned to face him. She took in a breath, hiding the hurt she felt inside. “You’re an asshole, Clark,” she said softly.
“My personal life is none of your business, Lois,” he said in a measured tone as he narrowed his eyes at her.
Lois turned to the door and exited, slamming it shut. Clark took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. Lois walked one block away from the brownstone before she allowed herself to breakdown.
* * *
He watched her lying on the floor, her palms rested against a wide metal pipe, her wrists magically bound around it. He twirled his wand in his hand. He breathed deeply as he pictured her writhing underneath him.
The plan his grandfather put into play five years ago was coming into fruition. He was going to finally avenge the Profesi name. Along with that, would come the rise of a new generation of deatheaters.
He sneered at the unconscious brunette. He approached her, straddling her hips. He knew he couldn’t use his wand. ‘We wouldn’t want to give the Ministry aurors an easy trace,’ he thought to himself as he placed his wand down on the floor.
He lowered his face next to hers, smelling the familiar clean scent of Calvin Klein Be. He quickly tore her shirt opened. Her eyes shot open as he nuzzled her neck, kissing her bare shoulder roughly.
She struggled weakly against her attacker. Her body ached from the multiple Cruciatus curses inflicted on her during the course of the abduction. He tried kissing her on the mouth but was thwarted as she bit down on his lower lip.
He screamed. He pointed his wand at her face. “You fucking tease!”
He hit her across the face with the back of his hand. He grabbed her chin and made her look at him. Her face stung. She could barely keep her eyes open.
“Your family’s been the bane of my family’s existence for the past three decades,” he sneered. “I will have my revenge.”
“You’re insane,” Lois said.
“Allow me to introduce myself, Lois,” the brown haired young man said. “My real name is Courtney Profesi. You might recognize the surname.”
Lois took in a sharp breath. She shook her head, denying the truth of the situation.
“You might have heard of my mother Celeste and my father Corey Reimers,” he smirked. “You see they began a plan thirty years ago to wipe mudbloods like your mother and half breeds like you from the wizarding world. But your stupid parents had to get in the way. I’m going to finish their job.”
Lois struggled against her bindings, which cut into her wrists. She whimpered.
“Now see, you’ve spilled your filth,” he said as he ran his finger along her jaw. She shivered as she looked into his eyes. She saw the rage and intent behind them.
“You actually thought I was going to marry you,” he said as he leaned down to within five centimeters of her face. “How prudish of you to have me wait until our wedding night to touch you.”
She turned away from him. She shut her eyes trying to block out the situation.
He grasped her chin forcing her to look at him. “So where exactly were you fucking him?”
Lois looked directly at him in disgust. She spat at him.
“Come on Lois,” he said as he wiped his face. “Everyone can see you and him have something going on. Do you shag him in the supply closet? Or even on your desk during those late evenings.”
“Go to hell!” she cried.
“I tell you what,” he said as he licked at her right breast. “After tonight you’ll forget all about Clark in more ways than one.
“Meyers did his job and I’m going to do mine,” he grunted as he adjusted himself. He looked down at her lustfully.
“Why did you ask me to marry you?” she asked, trying to distract him as a tear slid down her cheek. He looked at her. “You’ve wanted to avenge your family. You could have just killed me on that first date.
“Did you ever love me?” she asked whimpering.
Courtney’s eyes grew stormy. “And you? Did you ever love me?”
Courtney took in a breath. His wand hand wavered. Lois shut her eyes. Courtney huffed. His rage grew. He aimed his wand at her and uttered the torture curse.