Humiliate Thy Enemy

Because I hear voices in my head, screaming at me late into the night. I\'m exorcising my demons, one at a time. You all know the feeling, right? (*_*)

Humiliate Thy Enemy
Main characters: Sirius, Harry & Draco

Warning: unconventional character interpretation (read: they are all fucked up compared to the canon version). This is AU because for starters, Sirius is NOT dead, Harry is sinister and Draco is FAT. Abuse of magic is the order of the day.

If these combination bothers you, stop reading this now. Proceed at your own peril; I do not take responsibility for the lack of humour or good taste in this piece. Don’t whine and tell me this story has no plot and is crapatular, because I’ve already warned you so. This was written to exorcise the demons screaming in my head.


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The summer holidays was coming to an end. Draco Malfoy was in a bad mood and it all Potter’s fault! His mother had been a total bitch since Malfoy Senior was apprehended and dechedched to Azkaban. Draco swore that he would avenge his family’s shame and do something thoroughly nasty to Potter and his criminal godfather, Sirius.

It was by a stroke of good luck that he discovered the existence of 12 Grimmauld Place. Admittedly, he had gotten the information from the erstwhile house elf, Kreacher. It had cost him a tidy sum in gold galleons, which he’d stolen from his mother’s purse. Draco stared moodily at the grotesque tapestries that graced the vast expanse of stone walls at Malfoy Manor and decided that the time was ripe for him to kick his plan into action. He would sneak into 12 Grimmauld Place and break all the security charms using the Dark Arts spells he’d learned from his father’s library and open the place to the Dark Lord’s attack. Surely the Dark Lord would reward him handsomely for his cunning; perhaps he would be chosen to take over his father’s place as the Dark Lord’s trusted minion.

Draco quickly donned his travelling cloak and strode into his father’s study. He grabbed a handful of floo powder from a jar above the mantelpiece and stepped into the fireplace. He shouted a command, and soon he was spinning through the floo network – destination Knockturn Alley, Wizarding London.


* * *

12 Grimmauld Place, London.

Sirius Black made his way into the cellar in search of his stash of Ogden Firewhiskey. He was in a foul mood; days on end cooped up like a prisoner in his own house were driving him crazy. His temper was fraying and the only thing that kept him from letting it all rip was the news that his godson, Harry Potter was coming for a visit later that day.

A noise alerted him, and his animal instinct kicked in. Sirius flattened himself against the wall and held his breath. There was no mistake, there was someone trying to break into his house. Sirius gave a low snarl and waited. Minutes passed and nothing happened. Sirius turned around the corner.

High up against the wall, a pair of legs swung helplessly. The owner was stuck, half-in and half-out of the small window leading from the outside ground level into the cellar. His magical anti-intruder grills had snared the intruder in a death grip. Sirius’s caught sight of a wand lying on the floor and he quickly picked it up.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” Sirius asked coldly.

The lower half of the intruder stopped thrashing. Silence.

“Who are you, and what do you want?” Sirius prodded the intruder’s backside with the wand. Getting no reply, he ran upstairs and to the back of the house. The sight that greeted him made him grin. “Well, well. If it isn’t young master Malfoy,” he sneered. He crouched before the teen and grinned ferally. “Breaking and entering, I assume?”

Draco put on his best superior-than-thou look and scowled. The effect was lost on Sirius; firstly because Draco was paler than pale with fright, and secondly his bladder was at the point of bursting. On hindsight, he shouldn’t have stopped for a drink at the shady tavern in Knockturn Alley before making his way to the Black’s residence. It was the mistaken belief that the three tankardsful of some illegal brew would fortify him for his daring mission.

“Release me, you oaf,” Draco sneered, clearly forgetting his predicament. He had been stuck for a good three hours and by golly, he needed to pee more than anything else!

Sirius rapped him on the forehead with the wand. “I don’t think so. This is the best entertainment I had for weeks,” he laughed harshly. “Why the hell are you here, Malfoy? Who sent you?”

Draco snapped his mouth shut and looked away. /Death before dishonour,/ he reminded himself grimly.

A sudden noise made Sirius look up. A familiar figure strode into view and stopped beside Sirius.

“Hello, Sirius,” Harry Potter said pleasantlWhatWhat have you got there?”

“A rodent,” Sirius jerked his head towards the trapped teen. “A pureblood rodent.” They laughed humourlessly.

“What are you going to do with it?” Harry leaned against the wall and lighted a hand rolled cigarette. He’d picked up the disgusting habit from his Muggle cousin, Dudley.

“What do you reckon?”

Harry crouched beside Sirius and frowned in deep thought. “Hmm, you could behead it and mount the head next to those foul trophies in the hallway,” he said carelessly. “Or, you could leave him there at the mercy of the rats.”

Sirius guffawed. “Capital idea, but my dear cousin Narcissa wouldn’t be too happy would she?” Sirius rubbed his chin thoughtfully. He took a coin out of his pocket. “I know, we’ll toss for it. Heads, we behead him. Tails, we let the rats have him.”

“Whatever,” Harry tossed his cigarette stub to the ground and stuck his hands in his pockets. “Well, I’m going inside. You coming?”

“Aren’t you going to wait?”

Harry turned and smiled darkly. “Who cares? It’s just Malfoy, right?”

Sirius looked at his godson and smiled strangely. Draco’s insides froze. He stared in horror as Sirius tossed a coin in the air. The coin spun and fell on its edge. Draco goggled in disbelief.

Sirius stood up and stretched. “Hm, seems that luck’s with you, boy,” he said distractedly. He turned to go.

Suddenly, Draco shouted in desperation, “Wait! I need to pee!” Sirius and Harry stopped dead in their tracks. They turned towards the blond as one. “Please, I really need to go!” Draco pleaded, forgetting his pride.

“Oh Merlin, are we baby sitters or what?” Sirius swore. He motioned for Harry to follow him into the cellar. Presently they were looking at Draco’s rear end. “Get me that jerry can,” Sirius pointed to some empty plastic jerry cans. Harry handed him one. Sirius quickly unzipped Draco’s trousers and pulled it down, leaving the blond’s butt bare. Sirius grunted and roughly grabbed Draco’s cock and shoved it into the jerry can.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Draco yelped.

“You said you need to pee. Pee,” Sirius ordered.

Harry brayed with laughter. He watched in morbid fascination as Sirius used magic to hold the jerry can aloft. This was cloakroom bullying at its best.

Draco’s face burnt with humiliation as his body gave in to the call of nature. Sirius wrinkled his nose in disgust as the warm urine gushed into the jerry can. He used a spell to remove all traces of the pee-filled jerry can. Then he and Harry left the Slytherin hanging bare butt in the cellar as they made their way upstairs.


* * *


Draco shivered as he drifted in and out of consciousness. He had been trapped for almost two days and was delirious with thirst and hunger. He dreamt of summoning a flock of dragons and commanding them to burn Sirius and Harry alive. He laughed heartily as the twisted duo screamed in agony, their hair on fire and their flesh blistering under the intense heat, until there was nothing left of them.

Draco then mounted the biggest dragon and proceeded to set the Wizarding World ablaze.

He was invincible. He was the Dark Lord himself.


* * *

“Hey, Sirius,”

“What?”

“Do you think Malfoy’s still down in the cellar?”

“Goddamn, I clean forgot all about that brat!” Sirius put his third bottle of Ogden Firewhiskey down and stared at his godson blearily. “You think he’d starved to death by now?”

Harry Potter scratched his nose distractedly. “Naaah. He’d put on a lot of weight over the holidays. He’ll survive on his body fat reserve,”

Sirius guffawed. “Shit, you are a mean, foul mouthed bastard, you know that?”

“I have an excellent teacher,”

Sirius made a Who me? expression and passed out on the floor. Harry prodded his godfather with his foot. A wicked smile crossed his face as he quietly left the room.


* * *


“Still hanging in there, eh Malfoy?”

Draco jerked from his slumber to find his Public Enemy Number One looming over him. “Potter, you poncey bugger,” he snarled.

“Tsk, tsk. Watch that mouth, Malfoy. I’m here with the noble intention of releasing you,” Harry winked at the blond. “Since we are practically related … you being Sirius’s nephew and me his godson,”

It took Draco’s energy-starved brains several minutes to process the fact. He went white with anger. How dare this freak of nature claim to be related to him, a Malfoy of the purest wizarding bloodline? It was outrageous.

“Potter?”

“What?”

“Eat shit and die,”

To Draco’s utter shock, Harry laughed merrily and squatted before him. “Still with the old attitude, huh?” said Harry. “Pride comes before a fall, Malfoy. Surely you know that?” His green eyes went cold. He uttered a spell and shoved Malfoy hard. Draco fell into the cellar with a startled scream.

Within seconds, Harry had slithered through the window and was busy tying him up with a length of rope. Draco struggled, but doubled over when Harry punched him hard in the stomach. He led the dazed blond upstairs and shoved him into a bathroom.

“What the hell are you doing?” Draco yelped, suddenly afraid.

Harry poked him with his wand and forced him under the shower. A deft flick of the wrist, a spell intoned under his breath and Draco’s clothes vanished, leaving him pink and naked under the jet of icy-cold water. Harry eyed him like a serpent going for the kill.

“You are fat, Malfoy. Been comfort eating much?”

“Fuck you, Potter,” Draco snarled. He trembled with rage.

“Watch ymannmanners, Malfoy,” said Harry coldly. His hand shot out and he gripped a fold of Draco’s flesh and twisted. Draco screamed in pain and sank to the floor. The water pounded on his back as he gasped weakly from shock and pain.

“Get off your knees, you pureblood filth,” Harry hissed. When Draco didn’mplymply immediately, he grabbed the blond by the hair and forced his head up.

Draco couldn’t stand Harry’s chilling gaze. He’d never seen such loathing in the other boy’s eyes before, and it chilled him to the bones. He was confused, what did Harry intend to do with him? A sudden fear struck his mind, what if Harry decided to rape him, to humiliate him in the basest manner possible? It’s not something unthinkable, he had done it to numerous others, to the cute juniors who had crushes on him and to the girls who had wanted to win his affection. Fuck them and leave them, that had been his motto. Sex to Draco Malfoy was a tool that he used in abandon to satisfy his lust for power. The power to humiliate and control his admirers.

Draco was heartless, emotionally void and foul, and he relished in that fact.

Until now.

Right now, he was beyond scared.


* * *


Draco woke up and immediately felt disorientated. Something was wrong. He rolled onto his back and cracked his eyes open slowly. The ceiling seemed so high up. His vision wavered and he raised a hand to his face.

His eyes widened in horror. He screamed.


* * *


Sirius stirred from his alcohol induced stupor. He sat up blearily and rubbed a hand across his matted beard. His mouth tasted like a troll had used it for a urinal. His animal instinct kicked into gear as his keen sense of smell picked up on a signature scent. He sniffed the air again.

It was there, the unmistakable scent of a bitch on heat. Sirius transformed into his animagus form, and he slipped out of the room. He followed the scent, which grew stronger as he ascended the stairs. The scent was driving him mad, it had been forever since he last had any carnal union and his animal instinct overrode the last vestige of his humanity.

The door to the attic was ajar, and the scent was stronger here. Sirius slipped into the room, his eyes adjusting to the gloom. There was something in the room, something canine and female. His ears pricked at the sudden noise – a whimper, and the scent hit his senses harder. A low growl escaped his throat. He slobbered as long forgotten muscles began to lengthen and harden as the scent from the bitch hit him hard. He followed his nose, driven by lust and a burning need to copulate. He stopped short as he rounded a pile of long-forgotten junk. The scent was overpowering, and his eyes widened at the sight of the cute Scottish terrier huddled in the corner.

Sirius’s animal instinct took over and he lunged at the terrified bitch.


* * *


Harry Potter grinned under the safety of his Invisible cloak and stifled a snicker as he watched Snuffles sniffed the bitch enthusiastically. The bitch whimpered and tried to scrabble out of the way, but the bear-like bulk of Snuffles blocked its escape. Harry twirled his wand in his fingers and congratulated himself for a spell well don
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Draco howled in equal part horror and pain as the huge dog planted its forepaws on his haunches and began to thrust haphazardly into him. String of ropy saliva dribbled from its muzzle onto Draco’s pristine white fur. Draco turned his head and froze in shock at the sight of the dog’s eerily demonic eyes and sharp, razor-like teeth. The dog ululated as it rammed its turgid shaft into Draco’s body. Draco’s insides turned to mush; a Scottish terrier was never meant to mate with a hulking dog the size of a small bear!

The dog’s ululating almost shattered his eardrums, the noise was too much for him. It plunged deep into his heart, scaring the life out of him. Hell, the guttural sound would have sent the most hardcore of the Death Eaters scampering away in panic, he thought hysterically.

Draco collapsed to the floor, his small body battered and bruised. The dog gave one final thrust and snapped its head back as it howled triumphantly as it came copiously inside the little terrier.


* * *


“Argh,” Sirius rolled onto his back and opened his eyes. His head felt like someone had buried a roaring chainsaw into the soft tissue, and his mouth tasted foul. He sat up with a groan.

“Ah, you are awake at last,” Harry hovered over him. The boy shoved a mug of foul-smelling brew into his hand. “Drink this. You’ve been out for the whole day. I thought you’d died.”

Sirius sipped the brew and made a face. “Ugh, what’s this foul stuff? You trying to poison me?”

Harry shrugged and slumped into a nearby chair. “Shut up and drink it up. It’s a Queasy-No-More brew I found in your spell books. You should be fine in a jiffy,”

“You went through my spell books?”

Harry shrugged. “Yeah. I was bored,” he said lazily. He pulled a slim book from his pockets. “There were some useful spells in there. I found them very … interesting,”

Sirius looked at him sharply. “You are aware those spell books belong to the Black family—”

“Yeah, yeah, dark wizards and all that stuff,” Harry waved his hand impatiently. “I’m not stupid you know,”

Sirius downed the rest of the brew and dropped the mug onto the bed. “Just be careful, that’s all I’m saying. My ancestors were known to collect and practise some of the more, ah, should I say deviant branch of magic?”

Harry feigned surprise. “Really? Such as?”

Sirius rubbed his temple. “Don’t ask, don’t tell,” he said gruffly. “Damn, I have a motherfucker of a nightmare.”

“Really? What happened? Turned Voldemort into a fluffy rabbit and savaged him to death, huh?” Harry tapped the spell book. “Your ancestors seem to have a fondness for spells to turn their enemies into animals. I bet they killed them and mount their heads as trophies. Some of the spells are irreversible too,”

“Told you they were a crazy lot. Damn, I feel like puking,” Sirius searched the floor for the remaining bottle of Firewhiskey. He found none. “I dreamt I was Snuffles and I met another dog. A bitch,” Sirius left it there, letting his godson to draw his own conclusions.

“And I bet Snuffles fucked the bitch,” Harry chuckled. “Serves you right for downing those Firewhiskey by yourself. One of these days you’re going to rupture your liver and die, you sorry bastard,”

“Watch your mouth,” Sirius warned. Really, Harry was getting obnoxious of late. It must have been the combination of his affection deprived home life and teenage angst. Bloody teenagers. Harry stared at him insolently and buried his nose in the spell book.

Sirius regarded him silently. The boy has more cunning than James, and a touch of the dark side. As if psychically aware of Sirius’s thoughts, Harry looked up and smiled. A cold shiver ran up Sirius’s spine; there was something sinister in the curl of the boy’s lips. Presently, Harry stretched sinuously. Sirius was reminded of the cold merciless coil of a serpent, just before it crush its prey. He looked away, disturbed.

“I’m off to bed,” Harry said abruptly. He strode towards the door. His hand stopped on the doorjamb and he turned to look at Sirius. A smile curled his lips. “Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I found a stray bitch wandering in the cellar. Must have fallen through the open window. I thought I’d take it in for a couple of days until we find its owner. You don’t mind, do you?”

Without waiting for an answer, Harry left the room and shut the door with a soft click.

Sirius stared at the door long and hard as he played Harry’s cryptic message in his head. Finally he gave a groan and fell on his back with a thud. One day, he’s going to kill Harry Potter wiis bis bare hands.

If Voldemort did not beat him to it.


* * *

Upstairs in the attic, Draco curled himself into a ball and whimpered. He was beginning to forget. He closed his eyes and dreamt of juicy marrowbones. The sweet smelling grass whipped around him as he chased the sunshine under the bright blue skies.


* * *

Harry snapped the spell book shut. A smile curled his lips, but there was nothing humorous in it. The warning in the spell played in his mind over and over as he settled comfortably in his bed.

The danger of transforming one’s victim into animals was that the longer the victim remains in the form, the stronger the animal mind become. If left too long, the victim could probably lose all human rationale and instinct. The animal would take over.

Harry Potter did not intend to lift the spell off Draco Malfoy. Ever.


END.

Yes, I have a fixation on psychotic Harry. Scary much? (*_*).
Published: 3rd May 2004.