Twisted Games

Here's the deal, I do not own Harry Potter nor any of the chars from the books. No money was made in the making of this fic, as if anyone would pay to read it. >.>; XD.


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It was silent in the dark and damp passage that he had discovered earlier in the semester, when seeking a private place to practice some of his more interesting spells. Certainly no one had used it in years; the floor was covered in a fine layer of dust that spanned the entire hall. Cobwebs clung to corners and statues which had long past been forgotten. He was on his knees with pants down around his thighs, a hand slowly pumping the throbbing cock between his legs. Lush lips were parted, gasps escaping them, head throne back in the passion of the moment. His free hand lingered on the ground, holding him in place. His heart thundered faster in his chest as he slowly came closer to his release.

It might have been a better thing if young Harry Potter had not been so noisy. Adair had no problem at all sneaking up upon the masturbating youth. The teen had long golden locks, which shone as the sun, tumbling down along his shoulders. They nearly covered his oddly colored eyes. They seemed to resemble pink tourmaline in their color and shine. The expression of evil in those eyes washed away any pleasant thoughts of their color, robes tainted in green and silver. There was no mistaking what house he belonged to. As soon as he had entered the tunnel he knew someone was having fun. It was much to his surprise (and pleasure) that it turned out to be Harry. Adair gripped his wand slowly retrieving it as he watched Harry jerk off. “Well, what do we have here...? Is this what all Gryffindors do on their free time? Maybe I should report you to the teachers.” His voice nearly purred with the pleasure he felt in finding the golden boy in such a compromising situation.

A gasp escaped the boy who lived upon hearing that voice. He turned so swiftly that he slipped and fell flat on his ass, quick to grapple the pornography off of the floor. There was no need for the other to know that the great Harry Potter was as gay as they came. He had known for some time about his own preferences, but hadn't even told any of his friends. It was a little terrifying to tell others of such things, what with the whole 'savior of the world' thing. Really, how would people react?

“It won't do you any good to hide it, I've already seen enough to get you on at least -five- or so charges.. Skipping class I think, Gryffindors should be in Herbology now, committing a sexual act on school grounds, possession of illegal materials, exposing yourself to another student, and trying to hide the evidence. I could get you detention for the rest of the year… Or at the very least knock a few hundred points from your house.” Adair moved closer, fully intent of taking advantage of this situation. A swift hand slipped into Harry's robes, and his pants, keeping up the work Harry had so graciously started. It was quite the pleasure knowing what he now held over the green eyed boys head. “Of course, there are certain ways of convincing me to keep my mouth shut.” He gave Harry's cock a squeeze. He didn't mind the fact that he was groping the cock of someone who did not know even his name. Adair had done much worse things in the past.

Harry Potter gave a sudden cry as he quickly shoved the Slytherin away from his body. Stumbling back he could not help the vibrant blush that seeped onto those tanned cheeks. It wasn't till his back thumped against the wall that he stilled his backwards retreat. The other boy was blocking his only means of escape. 'Bloody good one Harry, let’s go with the tunnel that only has one exit.' He thought bitterly. He could feel his entire being screaming for an escape, hands searching wildly for his wand. Soon enough that face paled in the wake of realization and emeralds snapped to find his wand behind the very enemy he faced.. Shit.. 'Think Harry, damn it, think!' But really his options were wearing thin.


“You're not going to get out of here until I'm finished with you. You can make this easy, or hard.” Adair pointed his wand at Harry's. “Experiliumus!” And a shot of red flew out of his wand, blasting a hole three inches deep into the stone and sending Harry's wand flying into the dark depths of the corridor away from them. That devious wand was lifted and pointed at Harry. If a simple banishing spell was that powerful when cast by him, the more painful spells would be horrible. “Now, I suggest you remove your clothing. Don't try anything or I'll have you hexed so many times over, they will have to call in experts to identify you. All before you even hit the ground.”

Harry could feel the tremors in his muscles as he stood in the damp passage, all at the mercy of a rather evil looking Slytherin. There was no way was this happening! He stared at the other. No way would Harry let this happen to HIM! He was stronger then this. Suddenly he ran forth, shoving the boy aside while running down the damp passage towards where he knew the exit into Hogwarts was. Just have to be fast and get away! He was Harry Potter. He could escape a simple boy if he could defy Voldemort. So he ran as fast as he possibly could.

Adair was flooded with rage as the other made his escape attempt. He wasn't the best student in this year’s class for nothing. If he had his way he would be the next Voldemort. Quickly he lifted himself off of the ground making chase after Harry. “You'll pay for that, Potter!” His wand was lifted and leveled at the wall. “Petrifucus reboundus!” A beam shot forth from his wand with his own version of the stunning spell. It bounced from one wall to the other, lighting up a vivid trail, till finally coming right at Harry. Just as Harry got within a few feet of safety, the beam would strike him squarely in the back. Adair took his sweet time as he approached the still conscious, but paralyzed, Gryffindor. It gave Adair great pleasure to prolong Harry Potter's suffering, watching him anticipating what was to come. “So much for the great wizard Potter.” He drawled sarcastically.

Emeralds were wide as Harry found himself laying flat on his stomach, unable to move yet fully cognitive of his situation. So much for the great wizard Potter indeed. Surely the savior of the wizarding world would not be so pathetic to allow himself to be so completely overwhelmed by just a kid? He knew the look of lust in the other boy’s eyes all to well. It was the same kind of look that Voldemort had held each time he was helpless in his presence. It was pathetic; he lay uselessly on the ground with that rather devious looking beast looming over his frame. There was no mistaking what was to come next. He could feel dread flood his body as fear mortified his body completely..

“Tsk.. If you had only bent over and taken it like a good bitch you would have already been on your way back to your bed. However, seeing as you don't know how, I'm going to teach you to submit Potter.” That wand was lifted “Leviosa!” His voice cried out, causing Harry's body to lift a few inches from the floor. Adair didn't have the physical strength to carry Harry back down the tunnel, so he had to resort to floating him there. When he was sure they were deep enough that no one would hear the screams, Adair held his wand to Harry's robes. “Silisina..” He uttered, causing them to be shredded. The robes fell around Harry in a pile of cloth fibers. A pale hand slid between those parted thighs to stroke against that length. The fact that Harry had gone flaccid did not bother him at all. Soon enough he was hard again from the attentions of those ice cold fingertips. “You don't know how much I've wanted this Potter. Proving that I, Adair, am better then you.. And I am better then the dark lord 'Voldemort'.” He sneered that name like it was a pathetic disease, rather then something to fear. "On top of all that, you have to wander on back to your precious house mates clothed in nothing but your girth. He sniggered this was going to be absolutely perfect.

Harry Potter closed his eyes unable to help but gasp when the Slytherin grasped his hardness. He felt the trickle of hot tears tumbling down his cheeks. Oh god, he was crying! Merlin knew the other boy would be pleased by his helpless reaction. He was completely at the mercy of the evil boy. Hands rolled into tight fists as eyes fell closed sharply, resisting against the spell which held him paralyzed. He felt his stomach clench with the dire need to dispose of his morning breakfast.

The chuckle that escaped Adair was a cruel one, seething with self satisfaction. It wasn't like he actually gave a shit about Harry. He had just wanted to prove himself better for so long that it had become something of a brooding obsession. It wouldn't do just to take Harry, he had to be completely destroyed. To completely lay waste to what had been the worlds greatest hope, to strike terror from faith and trust. That would be the ultimate testament to his person. The end of one dark age, and the beginning of an even greater evil then Voldemort the snake. Adair pointed his wand at Harry's cock, smiling like the bastard he was. “Engorgio!” Which would cause a most peculiar sensation that burned inside of his body, begging for a release. “Come on Potter, beg me for it and maybe I'll spare you.. Beg me to take you like the bitch you are and admit you're no one special. Vibro!” Which made his wand tip vibrate. He poked Harry's cock with it, just to torment it.

Harry gasped and arched his back towards the sensation, as if he wanted it! His body was so eager to feel the sensation even as his mind was screaming for it to stop. It was horrific, overwhelmingly and gut wrenchingly torturous. He gritted his teeth and through them he said one word “No.” He said it firmly refusing to play the boys game. He wasn't going to give him the pleasure of hearing him beg like some kind of pathetic dog. He refused to be some play thing to torment. But that was just what was happening wasn't it? “I will never!” He yelled more trying to convince himself of it then the other.

The blonde seemed to consider this statement, almost humorously. It was then that the young man offered a word that would soon have Harry begging for mercy. “Luberos!” Causing a slow trickle of liquid to seep down along that stiff cock. Adair began to stoke the erection firmly, faster and harder, but he kept the touch light enough so that Harry couldn't come just yet. ”Beg me for it; I can keep you on the edge like this until you'd give your soul to a dementor just to escape the pain.” He kept poking Harry's balls with the vibrating wand tip, trying to get him to scream it out. It was sick, but he wanted to hear it more than anything “If you don't admit it, I'll use a crucio spell on your testicles. I don't need to tell you how much that will hurt." He paused, finding far too much pleasure in the thought of doing just that. "Crucio!” He said without even a warning to the other male, just to watch him writhe. It were as though his genitals were made of fire and poison. “Say it and the pain will stop!”

The scream that flooded the small passageway was one of complete and utter agony. Harry's eyes glazed over with the sensation, pain throbbing through him. His vision went white as he tried to writhe and pull away from the excruciating sensation. He nearly wanted to die, anything to escape this pain. Harry could hear screaming, and knew it was himself making the awful sound. He felt his body convulse with the pain of it. 'Die.. let me die.. let him kill me now!' Harry wasn't sure but he taught he heard himself screaming those words. His hands clutched for anything to hold onto to ease the pain but they found nothing. “STOP, please stop!” Came his sobs. It didn't even sound like his voice any more. He prayed that someone would hear his screams and run to his rescue. Just the way he had run to every one else’s rescue. 'Someone save me.'

They were far in the castle passages, so deep that not even those tormented screams would be heard. Even if someone did hear them it would probably seem like some trap Peeves set to lure unsuspecting students. Adair lifted his wand away, easing the pain for now. He rolled Harry over onto his stomach, jabbing the wand up his anus. “Lubros pyra!” Which altered the spell enough to make the lube feel very hot and uncomfortable for Harry. Even worse, on the anus he cast “Minimus!” Which made the already tight orifice tighten further. Adair dropped his pants and parted his robes, allowing his wand to fall aside. Mischievous hands settled along Harry's shoulders, leaning in to kiss his neck slowly. These caresses were all to create a sickening pleasure that would shame the boy who lived. Harry felt a sickening sensation of something hard pressing between his ass cheeks, seeking out the painfully tight hole.

Panic flooded Harry, his eyes widening. "No!" He screamed franticly. This wasn't happening! Please Merlin, say this was not happening! He closed his eyes tightly rolling his hands into fists on the ground, still struggling to regain his freedom from the Slytherin. He could feel the hot fire between his legs and the tightness of his entrance. Oh man... The Slytherin must have wanted him to bleed horribly! He pressed his forehead to the ground, bashing it a few times in hopes of rendering himself unconscious. The sting of the hard ground, along with the sensation of warm liquid seeping from his forehead, gifted him a little hope. 'Please for the love of all things allow me to pass out. Or die, or anything! Don't let this happen!' “Please,” He spoke outwardly, agony sounding in that young voice.

Bleeding would be the least of Potter's worries as the night wore on. Soon enough he would discover the side effects of the lubrication that had been used, once Adair had ripped into him. Adair kissed slowly along his neck, moving to one ear to nip it. He acted as a lover would; even in the face of the other male’s misery. Harry's movements were beginning to frustrate him. The teen did not bother with words this time. He simply took up his wand, pointed it at Harry, and uttered that cursed word. “Crucio!” But this time it would spread through his entire being, making every nerve ending seem as though acid had been drizzled over them. Another devious little thought crossed his mind. With Harry so tormented it was very likely that his mind might not be as strong as it usually would be. A dark chuckle escaped the youth, he would seduce the others mind into enjoying every last moment of his rape. Adair whispered, “Imperio.” Harry would hear a little voice saying, "Tell him you are his toy… Admit it." Nearly alluring his mind, and making him want to obey. The curse could be fought off, if Harry concentrated enough. But then, he really wasn't in the right frame of mind to do so.

Harry was screaming in agony as the other fucked him raw. He thought that death would be a blessing, that is till he felt his body go numb… Oh sweet mercy. He felt his body relax slowly eyes drifting open only to see his own hard cock twitching desperately between his thighs. Along with the image of perverted lust he saw his own blood trickling down to form puddles around his knees. Harry hadn't the strength to fight the newest curse. “I'm your toy..” He shuddered. “Play with me, I'm your toy.” He said as his eyes falling closed once again. No longer did he try to escape the cruel grasp that kept him restrained. His mind felt clear even though his body was numb. Something twisted in Harry at the thought of his own hard cock. Somewhere inside him his body was enjoying this. It was sickening for Harry to think of it.

The lubricant seeped into the torn and tender membrane just inside of Harry's ass. It would sting like the Crucio curse over and over, the pain threatening to make the nerves die out. However, the magic of it prevented that, along with keeping Harry from adjusting to that invading cock. Adair smirked through this, his next order inviting the other to join in on his own rape. “Jerk off while I fuck you..” He said through gritted teeth, pounding as hard into Harry as he could manage. “You want this you sick little fag. I see it in your mind; you want someone to fuck you hard. It's in your fantasies. I see every little fantasy you have. Your body isn't only mine, but your mind is as well.” As Adair raped his body, another part of Harry was stolen. Adair was fucking Harry's mind, his innocence, everything. He was threatening to defile everything that made up Harry Potter, and even as he slammed in without mercy, he didn't seem to really care.

Harry couldn't help but do as he was told. He wished for it to end and his cock was throbbing so much that even it hurt. He let out a wretched sob as he took himself into a firm grip, stroking firmly. He let out shuddering gasps and whimpers every time that the Slytherin slammed into him. But he was also letting out moans in response to his own stroking hand. The other boy was defiling everything Harry had, every single inch of dignity that he had was stolen away from him. Even still he was unable to stop himself. Why had he been so stupid? Why had he come down here? Harry let out another agonized sob.

Adair wanted Harry to suffer, not bleed to death. The sight of blood made him quicken his thrusts, trying to get off before he ended up killing his victim. Harry would feel new levels of pain. Far more than what Voldemort had ever done to him. This wasn't just magical, but physical and mental pain. Adair's nails ripped into Harry's shoulder and he bit down into Harry's neck, shoving himself fully inside. His cock spasmed and began to spurt, filling Harry with that degrading seed of his. He took no pause in pulling out of that body as soon as he had finished using it. The lubricant dissolved that seed, leaving nothing behind to identify him with. Adair went about quickly muttering a spell to stop the bleeding, though the pain would remain. “You're free to go now, but don't worry my love… We will see each other soon.” He chuckled darkly. “Crucio!” He cried, once again flooding the other male with pain. The great Harry Potter, the one who had stood against one of the most powerful wizards who ever lived, had just been dominated by a fifteen year old student as though he were a plaything.

Harry collapsed with another scream of pain and lay panting on his stomach. He couldn't even feel the hard floor below his body. His eyes fell closed as he just lay motionless on the ground hardly breathing. He felt as though he were a helpless child. The great Harry Potter, unable to prevent his own rape. The wizarding worlds golden boy lay bloody and broken on a filth tainted floor. Tears slipped from his eyes as he finally felt the blankness flood his mind. Finally, nothingness.

"Obliviate..." Was the last spell uttered from Adair's lips sending the memory of his face from him. All that was left in Harry's mind was the memory of himself being raped by another student... But as to whom that student was? Harry could not recall.

It was Snape who was first to find that chamber, leave it to a dungeon dweller to know his way about the castle underground. The first thought that crossed his mind was that some wandering student had gotten into mischief. He warily slipped inside, his robes swishing about his ankles. It was dark, but he could just make out that Harry was laying unconscious and nude upon the floor. Snape frowned pointing wand at Harry. “Ressuitatin,” bringing him out of the blissfully unaware world of dark sleep. “Mr.Potter.. Just why are you laying nude upon the school grounds?”

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