My Abyss
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,131
Reviews:
2
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0
Currently Reading:
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My Abyss
My Abyss
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Narcissa/Hermione, Lucius/Snape, Harry/Draco, Voldemort/Ginny
Summary: In their sixth year, Voldemort (restored to his former Riddle self) captures one of the Golden Trio and uses his life as a bargaining chip to bring the others into his sights. But the Dark Lord doesn\'t want them dead. He wants them to be his. They disappear; causing ripples of despair that cripple the Light. Two years later they return, with cold minds and twisted hearts. They\'ve taken lovers of the Dark and know nothing other than pain and violence. Can there be any redemption for lost heroes when they have forsaken all hope and learned to love the Dark?
Prologue: Monsters
\"Whoever battles with monsters had better see that it does not turn him into a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.\"
-Friedrich Nietzsche
Dear Journal,
It seems all that I can think about anymore is death. Once I was obsessed with my grades and knowing everything. He taught me that knowing everything does nothing unless you have the strength to do something with the knowledge. That young face had smiled. He was a fallen angel making himself a god, complete with a crown of thorns. Such ambition impressed his followers, but everyone falls someday. The more power you rape from the world, the harder you\'ll fall when you lose it all. Such things do not impress me anymore. He is a chaotic sort of evil, obsessed with destruction and unable to even keep his own army in order. Of course, he captured Harry and I, slowly breaking us over his knee, but that was Dumbledore\'s fault. He cared more about his \'cause\' and his own skin to save us. I remember who surrendered first. It was not I.
My name is Hermione Granger, but I also answer to \'pet\' and my nickname, \"The Panther\". Whether this is amusement to those around me or an ode to my Animagus shape, I don\'t know. Nor do I care. I have survived torture, rape, and even love. To those who think wicked creatures cannot love, they have not met the Dark. Most of them love power, or wealth, but some truly desire another than themselves. Such is it with Narcissa and I. She is the only warmth in my heart, the last pure thing in my blood. I learned that lineage was not mattered to her, but certain hungers and tastes. My love would surely die if the leather of this earth disappeared. She taught me to surrender to her, and in turn, steel myself against everyone else. Narcissa has become my faith, my goddess, and my heart.
Her husband, Lucius, was quite the promiscuous one, as already having fathered an heir; he saw no need to stay in his wife\'s bed. It had been an arranged marriage, to no one\'s shock. So when he learned of our affair, Lucius shrugged it off and went back to his whores and Snape. Typical male.
When she first had propositioned me, I had refused, to great risk. Saying no to a Malfoy was often a new kind of Hell. Dante himself could never dreamt of such a thing. But for some reason, rather than beating me into unconsciousness, she simply asked \"Why?\" To that, I had nothing to say but silence.
She asked once more a week later, politely giving me time to think. This time I accepted her offer. To this night, I know not why. But I have never regretted it. Our first times were gentle. In her perfect, subtle way, she trained me to listen rather than rebel at her words. But I found the more I listened to her, the more I resisted the talk of others. When I asked her about this, she merely smiled. At first, I resented this servitude to someone who I had once despised merely because of her name, but now I know no other life but the one in her arms.
While I kept as much control as possible during our capture, Harry had a quite different reaction. He has become violent, to the point of ataxic rage. I know he takes it out on Draco, his lover and a masochist like myself. But while I appreciate exotic agonies, he\'s fallen to the level of pain slut, a pathetic creature who will do anything for a taste of pain or abuse. I do my best to avoid him, accept when Harry invites me to watch one of their sessions. A dose of brutality can be refreshing sometimes.
The Dark Lord on the other hand spends his time with Ginny. It seemed the poor girl developed a very irrational attraction to Tom Riddle after her experience in first year in the Chamber of Secrets. The truth is no one can fight him when he wants you. For sex or power, he can be very convincing. Killing the right people just doesn\'t seem to be his strong suit. For those who wish to know, Ginny is the last Weasley, the others killed out of spite. Ron was a loss, but I have a new life now…
Ah, Narcissa calls. I\'ll return to you tomorrow night, my dear journal, hopefully without a broken hand or fingers.
-Hermione
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Narcissa/Hermione, Lucius/Snape, Harry/Draco, Voldemort/Ginny
Summary: In their sixth year, Voldemort (restored to his former Riddle self) captures one of the Golden Trio and uses his life as a bargaining chip to bring the others into his sights. But the Dark Lord doesn\'t want them dead. He wants them to be his. They disappear; causing ripples of despair that cripple the Light. Two years later they return, with cold minds and twisted hearts. They\'ve taken lovers of the Dark and know nothing other than pain and violence. Can there be any redemption for lost heroes when they have forsaken all hope and learned to love the Dark?
Prologue: Monsters
\"Whoever battles with monsters had better see that it does not turn him into a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.\"
-Friedrich Nietzsche
Dear Journal,
It seems all that I can think about anymore is death. Once I was obsessed with my grades and knowing everything. He taught me that knowing everything does nothing unless you have the strength to do something with the knowledge. That young face had smiled. He was a fallen angel making himself a god, complete with a crown of thorns. Such ambition impressed his followers, but everyone falls someday. The more power you rape from the world, the harder you\'ll fall when you lose it all. Such things do not impress me anymore. He is a chaotic sort of evil, obsessed with destruction and unable to even keep his own army in order. Of course, he captured Harry and I, slowly breaking us over his knee, but that was Dumbledore\'s fault. He cared more about his \'cause\' and his own skin to save us. I remember who surrendered first. It was not I.
My name is Hermione Granger, but I also answer to \'pet\' and my nickname, \"The Panther\". Whether this is amusement to those around me or an ode to my Animagus shape, I don\'t know. Nor do I care. I have survived torture, rape, and even love. To those who think wicked creatures cannot love, they have not met the Dark. Most of them love power, or wealth, but some truly desire another than themselves. Such is it with Narcissa and I. She is the only warmth in my heart, the last pure thing in my blood. I learned that lineage was not mattered to her, but certain hungers and tastes. My love would surely die if the leather of this earth disappeared. She taught me to surrender to her, and in turn, steel myself against everyone else. Narcissa has become my faith, my goddess, and my heart.
Her husband, Lucius, was quite the promiscuous one, as already having fathered an heir; he saw no need to stay in his wife\'s bed. It had been an arranged marriage, to no one\'s shock. So when he learned of our affair, Lucius shrugged it off and went back to his whores and Snape. Typical male.
When she first had propositioned me, I had refused, to great risk. Saying no to a Malfoy was often a new kind of Hell. Dante himself could never dreamt of such a thing. But for some reason, rather than beating me into unconsciousness, she simply asked \"Why?\" To that, I had nothing to say but silence.
She asked once more a week later, politely giving me time to think. This time I accepted her offer. To this night, I know not why. But I have never regretted it. Our first times were gentle. In her perfect, subtle way, she trained me to listen rather than rebel at her words. But I found the more I listened to her, the more I resisted the talk of others. When I asked her about this, she merely smiled. At first, I resented this servitude to someone who I had once despised merely because of her name, but now I know no other life but the one in her arms.
While I kept as much control as possible during our capture, Harry had a quite different reaction. He has become violent, to the point of ataxic rage. I know he takes it out on Draco, his lover and a masochist like myself. But while I appreciate exotic agonies, he\'s fallen to the level of pain slut, a pathetic creature who will do anything for a taste of pain or abuse. I do my best to avoid him, accept when Harry invites me to watch one of their sessions. A dose of brutality can be refreshing sometimes.
The Dark Lord on the other hand spends his time with Ginny. It seemed the poor girl developed a very irrational attraction to Tom Riddle after her experience in first year in the Chamber of Secrets. The truth is no one can fight him when he wants you. For sex or power, he can be very convincing. Killing the right people just doesn\'t seem to be his strong suit. For those who wish to know, Ginny is the last Weasley, the others killed out of spite. Ron was a loss, but I have a new life now…
Ah, Narcissa calls. I\'ll return to you tomorrow night, my dear journal, hopefully without a broken hand or fingers.
-Hermione