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His Light, Her Darkness
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
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3,108
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1
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Chapter One
Title: His Light, Her Darkness
Author: Silver Night
WIP? Yes
Beta? Not yet
Word Count: 1.477
Rating: NC-17
Pairings:Harry, Ginny, Voldemort, Ron
Summary: She was a goddess of light and hope; he was a mortal who had fallen in love with her. He would never be allowed to have her. She would be taken by the darkness and locked away again,
Warnings: You shouldhave read before you clinked but just in case. This story is going to contain or may contain Rape, Humilation, Torture, Slash, H/c, B/s, anal, Blood play and other things. This is a dark fic, you have been warned
Disclaimer: No....I don\'t own Harry Potter
Reviews/Flames: Please only put thing that will help me, telling me the story suck is NOT Helpful in case you were wondering >.>
The great hall was dark, the ceiling a mist of the dark gray velvet that painted the sky only in the darkest of time. The tables filled with students their eyes emotionless as they all wanted to speak but none of them dared. Heads down looking at the tables the attire over then torn and stained from its use over the years. The floor was smooth but the movement of rat feet could be heard over the stones, echoing in the vast chamber. There were no candles beguilingly above the tables with their flickering, dancing flames. The head table had chained a high chair placed there a symbol of death and evil much like the man in it.
Hope was lost, the symbol of that being the filthy 17 year old in the chains. His back hair hung around his face and green eyes stared at the ground, somewhere around where the cage that imprisoned him met the floor. The cage was unneeded, but was used to make the boy understand there was not getting away. Dark hooded figures dotted the room some sitting down in chairs other just watching and waiting.
The man in the chair stood up, he had been bald at one point, but that was before. Before whatever happened, happened. Before the light enveloped both good and evil, giving way to the shadow that consumed them both. Where had they been as the blinding silver, red light enclosed them taking them away from the eyes of all who were left to witness the scene? It is unknown but when it was all done he stood their dark black hair falling in sheets down to his hips, he was taller eyes red his noses no longer a slit like a snakes. He looks in all accounts as he did now, tall and slim the perfect picture of the gentleman. He pulsed with evil, it dripping off him in a tide over taking those who got to close, drowning them in the evil.
The tables moved forming an arch around the man standing there as the door opened from down the hall. A girl around the age of sixteen stood between two of the mask figures a snake slipping by them. The girl was wearing a dress, old fashion the cream colored top part had little buttons moving down and the skirt was tied in the back. She was pure in the room of evil, cleaner then anything else, brighter. As she walked dust moved on the floor stirring up as her bare feet poked out from under her dress. Dark amber colored hair feel down to her waist, shimmering in the torch light as she come closer.
The cage was gone and so were the chains and the boy stood up looking around his eyes falling on the girl who was standing there not even looking at him. He stood up his bare chest shimmering in the light dirt was clinging to him and scars dotted his torso. There was still a collar around his neck that would hold him there. The collar was made out of an iron, an old language was written across the iron. The dark haired boy moved to stand in front of the girl looking down at her, his heart twisting in pain.
The song that started swung around the hall a sweet sad melody that echoed. They both put their arms around each other twirling to the music like dancers in a music box. She was a goddess of light and hope; he was a mortal who had fallen in love with her. He would never be allowed to have her. She would be taken by the darkness and locked away again, until this dance that it. They moved together her cream skirt wrapping around his dark pants in a caress of lace and silk. His bare arms against her pale skin, the scars on his body standing out as they danced. She was perfect, he was broken.
She didn’t look up not to see them standing there waiting for the word to be said, she didn’t want to. Why would she want to see them standing their red hair messy around their faces, black cloaks wrapped around their bodies? She couldn’t look at him not at his face, though his green eyes looked down at her.
He wondered his heart wounded more than his body, did she not want to be touched by him? It was then that hands grabbed his arms pulling him back. Her arms tightened on him as she was pulled away. Her hair moved over her eyes so when she looked up he didn’t even get to see the emotion shinning there.
She opened her mouth screaming his name but no sound came out, no sound ever came out of her mouth. Around the other man/s neck was a small black box that held her voice. He could hear it everything she said, whispered, mumbled she could never hide her words from him. She whimpered pulling at the arms of the men that held her.
He was pulled to the center of the room, hands moving over his chest before he was shoved to the floor. The collar on his neck attached by a chain to the floor so he couldn’t get up. The red hair of a boy about his age was seen as the boy leaded down his mouth pressed to the dark haired boy. His tongue entering his mouth wet, hot, dominating over the boy chained to the ground.
Oh god no please the thought echoed loudly in the girls mind as dust was raised around her feet as she tired to pull away her hair moving over her shoulders, flying around. She looked up her eyes begging the man, his red eyes watching her. She whimpered as she looked down the crimson sight of blood meeting her eyes. She tired to scream her mouth open in a seemingly endless silent shriek of dismay. She pulled hard but the hands holding her back only dug into her arms more fully.
The red haired boy pulled his pants off the cool air of the great hall touching, wrapping around his balls in an all too foreboding caress. He tried to pull away as his legs were pulled open, his own whimper of fear escaping his lips. He trembled in alarm knowing with dreadful anticipation of what was going to happen. The pain that would roll over and through his body, but maybe it wouldn’t. The thought was cut off as someone rammed into him hard. A scream ripped from his throat echoing and making some of the empty face of the people twist with pity of him though no spoke out.
She pulled from them and Ran to him, his red eyes on her as she flung herself into his chest, burring her face. Hid arms went around her, his hair caressing her arms dark as night against the cream of her dress. She didn’t want to hear it anymore or see him harm, she looked up for a moment into the red eyes of her capture. She begged him to stop know he was the only one who could hear her, the only one who would ever hear her.
“No” the word was a whisper the first word spoken in this long ritual the only one who really would speak. Steeping down the symbol of evil held out his hand to her. She was the Goddess of Light and Purity; he would be the God of Darkness and Treachery. She whimpers and took his hand, her small in his; the oddly elongated fingers enclosing around her hand. She was pulled him as he started to dance with her around the floor.
She looked over to see the dark haired symbol of hope being used, tears on his face the long cut in his back being licked at by someone in a black robe. She looked at the red eyes as she trembled in his grasp, the torch light throwing their fingers of light on the two.
They left him on the floor, bleeding the pain rippling all over his body. He fell to the floor and looked over to see her in his arms. The clean top feel to the ground in a shimmering of clothe. Her pale skin glinted in the light again the black robes he was wearing. She was twirled out her breasts bared to all her nipples hard in the cooling air of the hall. She was pulled again against him her trembling turning into long shudders.
It was then that she was pushed to the floor by the dark haired boy, she reached out and brushed his hair back and whispered his name just as the other man opened the box around his neck “Harry”
TBC
Reviews?
Author: Silver Night
WIP? Yes
Beta? Not yet
Word Count: 1.477
Rating: NC-17
Pairings:Harry, Ginny, Voldemort, Ron
Summary: She was a goddess of light and hope; he was a mortal who had fallen in love with her. He would never be allowed to have her. She would be taken by the darkness and locked away again,
Warnings: You shouldhave read before you clinked but just in case. This story is going to contain or may contain Rape, Humilation, Torture, Slash, H/c, B/s, anal, Blood play and other things. This is a dark fic, you have been warned
Disclaimer: No....I don\'t own Harry Potter
Reviews/Flames: Please only put thing that will help me, telling me the story suck is NOT Helpful in case you were wondering >.>
The great hall was dark, the ceiling a mist of the dark gray velvet that painted the sky only in the darkest of time. The tables filled with students their eyes emotionless as they all wanted to speak but none of them dared. Heads down looking at the tables the attire over then torn and stained from its use over the years. The floor was smooth but the movement of rat feet could be heard over the stones, echoing in the vast chamber. There were no candles beguilingly above the tables with their flickering, dancing flames. The head table had chained a high chair placed there a symbol of death and evil much like the man in it.
Hope was lost, the symbol of that being the filthy 17 year old in the chains. His back hair hung around his face and green eyes stared at the ground, somewhere around where the cage that imprisoned him met the floor. The cage was unneeded, but was used to make the boy understand there was not getting away. Dark hooded figures dotted the room some sitting down in chairs other just watching and waiting.
The man in the chair stood up, he had been bald at one point, but that was before. Before whatever happened, happened. Before the light enveloped both good and evil, giving way to the shadow that consumed them both. Where had they been as the blinding silver, red light enclosed them taking them away from the eyes of all who were left to witness the scene? It is unknown but when it was all done he stood their dark black hair falling in sheets down to his hips, he was taller eyes red his noses no longer a slit like a snakes. He looks in all accounts as he did now, tall and slim the perfect picture of the gentleman. He pulsed with evil, it dripping off him in a tide over taking those who got to close, drowning them in the evil.
The tables moved forming an arch around the man standing there as the door opened from down the hall. A girl around the age of sixteen stood between two of the mask figures a snake slipping by them. The girl was wearing a dress, old fashion the cream colored top part had little buttons moving down and the skirt was tied in the back. She was pure in the room of evil, cleaner then anything else, brighter. As she walked dust moved on the floor stirring up as her bare feet poked out from under her dress. Dark amber colored hair feel down to her waist, shimmering in the torch light as she come closer.
The cage was gone and so were the chains and the boy stood up looking around his eyes falling on the girl who was standing there not even looking at him. He stood up his bare chest shimmering in the light dirt was clinging to him and scars dotted his torso. There was still a collar around his neck that would hold him there. The collar was made out of an iron, an old language was written across the iron. The dark haired boy moved to stand in front of the girl looking down at her, his heart twisting in pain.
The song that started swung around the hall a sweet sad melody that echoed. They both put their arms around each other twirling to the music like dancers in a music box. She was a goddess of light and hope; he was a mortal who had fallen in love with her. He would never be allowed to have her. She would be taken by the darkness and locked away again, until this dance that it. They moved together her cream skirt wrapping around his dark pants in a caress of lace and silk. His bare arms against her pale skin, the scars on his body standing out as they danced. She was perfect, he was broken.
She didn’t look up not to see them standing there waiting for the word to be said, she didn’t want to. Why would she want to see them standing their red hair messy around their faces, black cloaks wrapped around their bodies? She couldn’t look at him not at his face, though his green eyes looked down at her.
He wondered his heart wounded more than his body, did she not want to be touched by him? It was then that hands grabbed his arms pulling him back. Her arms tightened on him as she was pulled away. Her hair moved over her eyes so when she looked up he didn’t even get to see the emotion shinning there.
She opened her mouth screaming his name but no sound came out, no sound ever came out of her mouth. Around the other man/s neck was a small black box that held her voice. He could hear it everything she said, whispered, mumbled she could never hide her words from him. She whimpered pulling at the arms of the men that held her.
He was pulled to the center of the room, hands moving over his chest before he was shoved to the floor. The collar on his neck attached by a chain to the floor so he couldn’t get up. The red hair of a boy about his age was seen as the boy leaded down his mouth pressed to the dark haired boy. His tongue entering his mouth wet, hot, dominating over the boy chained to the ground.
Oh god no please the thought echoed loudly in the girls mind as dust was raised around her feet as she tired to pull away her hair moving over her shoulders, flying around. She looked up her eyes begging the man, his red eyes watching her. She whimpered as she looked down the crimson sight of blood meeting her eyes. She tired to scream her mouth open in a seemingly endless silent shriek of dismay. She pulled hard but the hands holding her back only dug into her arms more fully.
The red haired boy pulled his pants off the cool air of the great hall touching, wrapping around his balls in an all too foreboding caress. He tried to pull away as his legs were pulled open, his own whimper of fear escaping his lips. He trembled in alarm knowing with dreadful anticipation of what was going to happen. The pain that would roll over and through his body, but maybe it wouldn’t. The thought was cut off as someone rammed into him hard. A scream ripped from his throat echoing and making some of the empty face of the people twist with pity of him though no spoke out.
She pulled from them and Ran to him, his red eyes on her as she flung herself into his chest, burring her face. Hid arms went around her, his hair caressing her arms dark as night against the cream of her dress. She didn’t want to hear it anymore or see him harm, she looked up for a moment into the red eyes of her capture. She begged him to stop know he was the only one who could hear her, the only one who would ever hear her.
“No” the word was a whisper the first word spoken in this long ritual the only one who really would speak. Steeping down the symbol of evil held out his hand to her. She was the Goddess of Light and Purity; he would be the God of Darkness and Treachery. She whimpers and took his hand, her small in his; the oddly elongated fingers enclosing around her hand. She was pulled him as he started to dance with her around the floor.
She looked over to see the dark haired symbol of hope being used, tears on his face the long cut in his back being licked at by someone in a black robe. She looked at the red eyes as she trembled in his grasp, the torch light throwing their fingers of light on the two.
They left him on the floor, bleeding the pain rippling all over his body. He fell to the floor and looked over to see her in his arms. The clean top feel to the ground in a shimmering of clothe. Her pale skin glinted in the light again the black robes he was wearing. She was twirled out her breasts bared to all her nipples hard in the cooling air of the hall. She was pulled again against him her trembling turning into long shudders.
It was then that she was pushed to the floor by the dark haired boy, she reached out and brushed his hair back and whispered his name just as the other man opened the box around his neck “Harry”
TBC
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