Lost Conscience
Lost Conscience
Lost Conscience
by: Raincloud
disclaimer: I don’t own Harry
Potter. I am merely a (sick, twisted) fan writing for other (equally sick and
twisted) fans.
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He saw Hermione’s tear-streaked face as Snape clutched her
hips, thrusting ruthlessly into her while Pettigrew pulled her face down on his
cock. He heard her muffled sobs and barely suppressed heaving as she struggled
not to choke. He heard Ron’s anguished screams as Lucius Malfoy fucked him raw
as Draco watched, stroking himself leisurely.
He saw Bellatrix riding her husband’s cock as she watched
McNair carve deep gashes into Harry’s bare chest with a dull blade. He watched
Ginny, shackled at the wrists and neck, wail as Crabbe directed her to clean up
Dean’s spunk covered corpse. He locked eyes with Seamus, on his knees sniveling,
as Goyle reached up from his position behind the Irish boy and snapped his neck in
one swift movement. He felt Voldemort’s skeletal hands creep up along his hips,
caressing.
His mind howled at him that this was wrong. He swallowed
hard, trying to dredge up the slightest amount of revulsion. He searched
himself for the horror he knew he should feel.
Neville’s eyes glittered as he leaned into the Dark Lord’s
touch, drinking in the sound of Harry’s hoarse weeping.
He wasn’t repulsed. He
disgusted – he was intrigued.
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