Just Let Me Die

Disclaimer: I do not own by any means or circumstances Harry Potter or any of its affiliates…sigh

PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS CHAPTER DOES CONTAIN RAPE YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Chapter Eight: Rape

Harry’s scream echoed throughout the halls of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place leaving the occupants of the kitchen in shock. They had never heard a scream filled with such fear and terror and helplessness, not even the active members of the Order who stopped Death Eater raids and cleaned up the mess left behind. Not even the few healers among them had heard a scream with such pain. A scream that tore at the soul and brought tears to the eyes of even the fiercest of hard nuts. A scream that no one should have to scream. But the question flying through the minds of the Order was not why, but who? They ran has a herd up the old creaking staircase, they ran towards the scream. They ran up two flights of stairs before they were stopped by an unforeseen barrier that prevented them from going up the final flight of stairs. The final flight of stairs that led to Sirius’s old room. The final flight of stairs that led to the screamer.

“Dumbledore!” Moody shouted out, limping his way over to Dumbledores office, and charging in without a care in the world. “Dumbledore! What the hell is going on!”

Dumbledore looked up shocked, his eyes showed signs of tiredness and also sadness. He sighed when he saw the crowd that had gathered inside the small room and out in the hallway.

“Why can’t we go upstairs?” Moody’s question was met with agreement from several others behind him and Albus knew there was no was of avoiding the answer without a serious uproar. He had checked and double checked everyone in the order, no one except for the spies he had were Death Eaters, but none of his spies were here. Dumbledore knew that they would find out eventually, there was a reason that they were the best, an elite if you will.

“Because Harry is up there…”

“What?” Moody’s shock spread throughout the order and several found themselves needed to sit down or else they would fall down. “here?…upstairs? But…but how? When?”

“He has been upstairs for a couple of weeks, he was rescued a few weeks ago shortly after Hermione and Ron were.”

“Show us.” Moody demanded standing up again and moving towards the blocked stairway. “Take us to him!” Dumbledore glanced around at the group that had gathered and saw the unwavering agreement amongst them all. He sighed and got up slowly.

“Okay then, follow me.” He led them back to the stairway to the screams that were still there although they were distorted by the invisible barrier. With a wave of his aged hand he lowered the barrier and the screams became worse. Much worse. Many of the Order had to cover there ears. Dumbledore grimaced and walked up the stairs, each step bringing and them closer to the screaming. As the group reached the landing that led to Sirius’s old room two more screams were added to Harry’s.

“Please Harry! Wake up!

“Hold him still!”

Hearing this the majority of the Order began to panic and burst into the room to find Ron and Hermione screaming at a small boy in the middle of a huge bed. A small boy that Madame Pomfrey was currently trying to hold down with the use of leather restrainers. A small boy that had a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead and was screaming blue murder.

“No!” Mrs Weasley whispered, suddenly very glad that she had let Ginny go to Nevilles home for the week. No one noticed, they were all in silent shock themselves. Staring at the small boy that was once the great Harry Potter. The boy who lived.

“See look at that they want me to do this. See they are binding you up ready for me to take as I wish. See these binds, they will stop you from resisting me. This is what your friends have given you to help you, instead they are helping me.”

“No…No…please…please no!” Harry began panicking even more than he already had and was desperately trying to tear the binds away from his prison wall. With little success.

“Stop this nonsense now. Give yourself to me!”

Voldemort pushed Harry back onto the ground and held Harry’s feeble arms above his head effectively stopping them from moving before straddling his legs. Harry was beyond fear now. There was no escape now, Voldemort was going to rape him in his own mind and there was nowhere for him to run and hide. Voldemort leers over his weak body and smirks at his prey.

“You are mine!” Using one of his hands to keep Harry’s hands above his head he uses his spare hand to rip away Harry’s top and trace his ice cold fingers along the lines made by his ribs. Unable to resist he locks his fingers around a belt that was the only thing stopping him from ripping off Harrys trousers. “Hmm, how to remove this? Lets see what about if I do this.” He unclipped the buckle and tore the belt from Harry’s jeans, before using this new freedom to push his hands down into Harry’s jeans and clasp his cock roughly. “Do you like this Potter? Do you want more?” Harry whimpered and unwanted tears began to be shed. He continued to struggle but the fight was slowly being lost as he lost both his jeans and boxers. And felt Lord Voldemorts covered erection pressed against his naked thigh.

“No…please…NO!”

Shock wearing off Dumbledore, Moody, Remus and Mr Weasley and a few others ran forward to help hold down the boy they each held dearly in their hearts. Hermione was losing the resolve to help Harry as she burst into tears at the heartbreaking pleads that her best friend was screaming. A pair of hands gently pulled her away and held her tightly. Harry’s eyes were open and shedding a sea of tears, and he was still valiantly struggling against the hands that were holding him down. Madame Pomfrey, who had ran to the sideboard when the others had moved into help hold him down, now returned with a syringe filled with a muggle sedative. Taking the arm that was held firmly down by Moody she injected into his bloodstream and watched as Harry lost all control of movement and fell still. His eyes were still open and crying openly, unseeing of his surroundings for he was still stuck within his own mind. Only a few whispers of words were escaping his ajar mouth.

The sedative took control in his mind as well as he found himself trapped and unable to move, Voldemort still straddling his legs and toying with his limp cock.

“Remind me to thank your friends later, they are really helping me out here. See what they’ve done. Look at them!” H pointed to the screens that surrounded them and the faces of Dumbledore, Remus, Mr Weasley, Madame Pomfrey and Ron appeared on the screen there faces showing there exhaustion. Voldemort removed his hand from Harry’s arms and laughed as he feebly tried to move them. “You are even more helpless than I had hoped. There was a time when all I could dream about was being able to touch you and cause a world of pain unimaginable to the likes of your pathetic mind. But I never would have dreamed that I would be able to do this to your body let alone your own mind.” He unzipped his trousers and freed his aching cock from its confines. “Do you remember this Potter? Do you remember the feeling of this cock tearing through you and devouring your virginity?” A vague memory long forgotten appeared on one of the screens that Harry had been staring at, and he remembered.

“My loyal Death Eaters, today I have a treat for you all. Today you will get to see Harry Potter break under me, completely defenceless. And if I feel generous I will let you have a try as well!” A table was pushed through the throng of Death Eaters and on it lay a completely naked and bound Harry James Potter. “Ah Potter so good of you to join us.” When the table had reached its position it was magically locked and Voldemort grabbed Harrys feet and dragged him to the edge. He roughly and abruptly turned him over so that his legs were hanging over the edge and his ass was up in the air level with Voldemorts crotch. Harry was unbound now and was struggling against Voldemorts vice like grip around his waist and two of the Death Eaters that had grabbed his arms preventing him from striking Voldemort. “Any last words Potter?”

“Get bent!” Laughter echoed around the room. Voldemort leant close to Harry and whispered into his ears. “Never!” Harry struggled even harder as he felt the bulge hidden behind Voldemorts cloak.

Voldemort used one of his hands to keep Harry’s waist still whilst he freed his huge cock and aimed the tip of it directly into Harry’s virginal hole and then shoved it hard into it tearing the skin and making Harry scream.

The screen returned back to the faces of the order as Voldemort freed his cock once again and pushed Harrys powerless legs up into the air uncovering Harry’s no longer virginal hole. He looked into Harry’s tear stricken eyes, as Harry stared up into the eyes of his friends. Voldemort placed his cock at the entrance and placed his hands either side of Harry’s small frame. He pushed himself in dry, into Harrys tight hole, filling it beyond capacity and making old tears reopen and forming new tears. Using the blood as a lubricant he pulled himself out and rammed himself once again into his torn hole. Again and again, the tightness causing pleasure to build up inside Voldemort’s warped mind. Every time he was entered his body slid backwards. Legs still in the air he was pushed into the wall and his head hit it again and again as Voldemorts pace increased, smashing his skull into pieces. The pain in his scar was worse than ever before, it had started to bleed profusely and his vision began to swim. The faces on the T.V. screen began to swim as well as Voldemorts face. The world around him began to turn black and he lost consciousness as Voldemort found his release, still pleading for help.

“No, Please…Somebody help me…please…”

Harry’s pleads were quiet but still heard. Hermione’s legs faltered and Molly found herself trying to hold the both of them up.

“Help him please! Somebody HELP HIM!”

A/N: Well there you have it the rape scene, this is the first full rape scene that I have ever written so I would really appreciate some comments. What did you think of it? Could it be improved some way? Oh and also what do you think will happen to Harry now? Will he go further into his mind than can be reached? Or will he return to his friends from the shock? Let me know! Hope you enjoyed it!