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Hope gone
Title: Hope gone
Author: ejab
Pairing: Harry/other character, Harry/’Lucius’ (...)
Rating: NC-17
Feedback: highly appreciated and a true gift
Disclaimer: just playing with J.K. Rowling's toys
WARNING: character-deaths
Category: darkfic?
Summary: appearances are deceptive
A/N: had been playing with pics again. Inspiring pics. *g* (Check them out at www.livejournal.com/users/annephoenix/28393.html#cutid1 )
She coaxed me into making a fic, using her pics as a starting point. I used the second pic. Here's the feeble result.. And please forgive me the lame title!
Eternal gratitude to my beta underlucius!
1/1
Walls covered with yellow paper. The purple and green flowery designs on it seemed to mock him every second of every day. Twenty-three days now. Twenty-three cursed days in which he had no one to talk to. Not really. No one to stop his mind from running on and on, to divert him from trying to grasp this new reality. As if he ever could.
Wiping away the tears Harry snatched a pillow and clutched it to his chest, rocking back and forth. Nowadays that seemed like the only way to feel at least some sort of consolation and safety. An illusionary reality, he knew. But this illusion kept him sane to a certain extent, although he wasn't too sure he wanted to be sane any more. Not after it turned out that Dumbledore had tricked everybody by faking his own death, and certainly not after he had lured Harry away under false pretences, keeping him imprisoned in this small bedroom ever since.
To raise much needed funds for The Order, the old man had said. It had taken Harry just one day to understand he was being whored. No other word for it. Men apparently were willing to pay handsomely in exchange for a sexual favour of The Boy Who Lived aka The Chosen One.
"I understand your feelings of exploitation, Harry," Dumbledore had said. "Unfortunately this is a war and a war always forces us to make sacrifices. Asking you to perform the act of fellatio on generous benefactors to The Order is, as I am sure you will agree, a small price to pay for the good cause." That was all Dumbledore had been willing to explain; the man had been disturbingly untouched by Harry's impassioned pleas for freedom from the beginning. Dumbledore had changed. Gone mad. Had to.
"Please put on your Quidditch uniform, Harry. This gentleman wants to see you in it."
Dumbledore walked into the bedroom, placing the uniform on the bed. Harry stopped rocking and stared at his former headmaster. Slowly the words started to sink in and despair raised its dark head. He broke.
"No... please... not another one..." He pulled the pillow closer to his chest, sobbing uncontrollably now. "I don't want... so tired... I haven't slept in two days... I can - "
"Yes, the burden of our sacrifices can sometimes feel like they are crushing us," Dumbledore nodded. "I am aware of that. I am also aware of the fact that you are young and strong and will bounce back. Not unharmed, but then again, many of us will not come out of this war unharmed. Just remember, my dear boy: if it is not killing you, it is making you stronger. Now please put on your uniform."
"But it is killing me... "Harry whispered, feeling his whole body contort.
"Come, come, pull yourself together, Harry. You have survived Voldemort's attacks more than once. Surely this is nothing compared to that? Put the uniform on."
"This is worse... this is much worse... " Harry hid his face in the pillow, crying again.
"Harry, Harry... " Dumbledore sighed, waved his wand and Harry was wearing his Quidditch uniform.
Knowing he really had no choice, Harry fought back his tears in a feeble attempt to safe at least a shred of dignity. He then straightened his back, awaiting the arrival of the next 'benefactor', forcing his mind to go blank.
He was used to see those disgusting looks of pure lust the moments these perverts entered the room by now. He was also getting used to their insufferable smirks, bad hygiene and misplaced sense of power. But he would never get used to the moment they took their cocks out and started pulling his head towards the flesh. The enemy.
"No no no! Get away from me, you sick pervert!" Harry screamed, scurrying to the foot of the bed, his face twisted with loathing. No need in trying to get of the bed, let alone going for the door. He had learned that lesson by now. The hard way. Thanks to the humiliating collar he was forced to wear, Harry's throat would be squeezed tight the minute he left the bed.
"Harry, please... " Dumbledore tried the soothing approach again.
"You shut up, you liar!" Harry yelled, staring daggers at the old man.
"You gave me your word, Harry," Dumbledore calmly reminded him.
"To raise funds for The Order and help boost moral, yes. Not to be whored!"
"Albus, you promised me... "The stranger sighed impatiently.
"And you will get it, Rendur. I am sorry, Harry. Imperio!""
The few times Harry had experienced the Imperio spell, he'd always been able to resist its effects for the most part. When Dumbledore cast the spell, however, he was not so lucky. No feelings of floating, no vague indefinable joyfulness. On the contrary; he was fully aware of his failing resistance and, even worse, the revolting task he was forced to perform.
"That's better." The man grabbed him by the hair, guiding his head to the desired location. Unable to keep his mouth closed, Harry soon felt the sickening sensation of hard flesh pushing past his lips. He suppressed a gag reflex when the cock went straight for the back of his throat and started thrusting violently. To make matters even worse, Dumbledore found it necessary to place his hand on the back of Harry's head, as if to prevent him from withdrawing. It felt like he was given the choice of choking or taking care of business. He wisely chose the latter, cursing his sense of smell. Knowing that his actions resulted in smelling the arousal of a strange man felt like the ultimate insult. Every bloody single time. It was depraved and sickening to the very core. His only piece of good luck was that this man didn't last long, a soft moan and soon his mouth was filled with his disgusting essence, which he was forced to swallow. The hand on his head disappeared and a "Finite Incantatum!" was mumbled.
Ignoring his surroundings, Harry fled back to the foot of the bed, sticking his finger in his throat to make sure he threw up everything that reminded of this foul deed. He had performed this gesture so often lately that his throat seemed to burn constantly.
"Well done, Harry." A happy Dumbledore appeared in his line of vision again. "Just one more and you are done for today. Ah, and here he is."
Out of the corner of his eyes Harry saw a tall proud man enter the room. He looked up warily, then gasped for air, feeling a wave of pure panic wash over him.
"No! Not him!" This was not possible! This could not be true! What was he doing here?! "You are in Azkaban! You were arrested!"
"I was indeed," Lucius admitted. "I was also let out after I promised to help The Order and be a good boy." Every word dripped with sarcasm.
"No! You can't believe him! He will betray you all!" How could anyone be this stupid? How could anyone believe anything Malfoy was saying?
"Don't worry, Harry. We have taken our precautionary measures," Dumbledore said. "You don't think we would come unprepared to the negotiations, now do you?" Judging by the look of Lucius'mocking smile, Harry had serious doubts about the effectiveness of these 'measures' but remained silent. Dumbledore would not believe him anyway. The old man obviously had lost all touch with reality. Oh, how he wished he could wipe that smug look of Malfoy's face!
Arrogantly locking eyes with his little whore Lucius lay down and freed his own cock. He then held it, gave it a playful tug and challenged Harry with his eyes.
"Shall we?"A suave smile.
"Over my dead body," Harry said through gritted teeth.
"It will undoubtedly cost me extra but I am sure it can be arranged... ?" Lucius gave Dumbledore a questioning look.
"Now, now, Lucius. No teasing," Dumbledore smiled, encouraging Harry with a nod. Nothing happened.
"Ah, Harry, does it always have to be this way?" Dumbledore sighed. "Very well. Imperio!"
Harry felt the spell take effect and was yet again not able to rebel against that much hated hand pushing his head down.
"Now be an obedient boy and open your mouth," Lucius drawled, pushing his growing cock passed the warm lips. He then looked at his left. "Are you always staying in the room when the guest is entertained, Dumbledore?"
"Yes, Lucius, I do. To ensure Harry's safety at all times."
"Of course."
"Does it bother you?" Dumbledore asked. "I can withdraw to a corner, if you wish?"
"That will not be necessary. But tell me, do you never experience a spark of arousal watching this?" As if to underline his point Lucius grabbed Harry's head with both hands and dictated the desirable tempo.
"When you are my age, a lust inducing potion is more efficient, Lucius," Dumbledore smiled.
"Really?" Harry's head received a vicious tug. "Use your tongue, boy."
Harry had no choice so he lapped at the now fully erect cock, then swirled his tongue around the tip and did it all again.
"Suck. Hard." Lucius moaned as his order was carried out. "Yesss... you like sucking cock, don't you, you little slut?"
Oh god, dirty talk really was the last thing Harry wanted to hear! He shot Malfoy his most angry look, continuing his despicable task. He wanted to dig his teeth in the man's flesh so badly! Humiliating him this way wasn't enough,was it? He now had to watch Dumbledore get aroused too?
Lucius threw his head back in the most wanton way possible, turning to face Dumbledore for the second time. "Does this still not affect you at all?"
"I will retreat to that corner and let you finish what you came here for." Dumbledore's tone spoke of his disapproval as he turned and walked towards the other end of the room. Mayhem. Lucius pointed his wand at Dumbledore's back and shouted, "AVADA KEDAVRA!"
Harry watched in horror as Dumbledore dropped to the floor. He wanted to scream but Lucius pushed his head further down over his cock causing Harry to gag even more.
"Privacy at last." Lucius chuckled, pulling Harry's head up again. Harry saw the glint in the man's eyes. This was the Malfoy he knew. Fear as he'd never felt before swept through his veins.
"Time for some real fun." Lucius now pointed his wand at him and Harry was instantly naked.
"On your hands and knees, Potter," Lucius snarled. "Oh, and do please feel free to scream. I'd love to hear you scream."
Strong hands positioned Harry. He desperately tried to fight the older man but didn't stand a chance.
"My only regret is the lack of time," Lucius whispered in Harry's ear, slapping the boy's buttocks before positioning himself behind him. "I would have loved to split you open again and again."
Harry swallowed, trembling in every limb, overwhelmed by the worst panic he'd ever thought possible. He understood now. Something in Lucius' tone of voice had given it away.
Thinking became impossible as Lucius roughly entered him with one fast, deep stroke.
"Stop! No! Oh god, no! You're killing me! Stop!" Pain! All-consuming skin tearing pain! Harry cried himself hoarse, feeling warm fluid sliding down over the inside of his leg; he must be bleeding. Oh god, this was so -
"So little time. Such a shame." Lucius growled, controlling the resisting body in front of him by digging his nails in the slim hips and thrusting as hard and deep as he could. Ah, the blissful sounds of begging, screaming and crying! They only made him harder and hungrier for more. He snarled, making sharp deep thrusts. There was not much time but he would enjoy every second of it!
Harry's body gave up the fight as he slammed forward. Being forced to feel his balls slapping against his or hearing his ragged breaths and muffled moans, sounds he definitely didn't want to hear, was enough to make him throw up and feel truly, truly broken.
Lucius started thrusting harder and faster. Almost there. Pity. Placing his hands on each side of Harry's head, a loud moan escaped his lips as he came violently. Almost simultaneously he jerked his hands and a dry snapping sound could be heard.
Lucius allowed himself to stay inside while his cock softened, then pulled back and stared at the lifeless form in front of him. Such a beautiful work of art! His fingers travelled across the body in an almost dreamlike fashion before Lucius finally whipped his cock clean with the sheet . He then stood, straightened his clothes and laughed like mad while his long silvery hair retreated back into his skull, the pale skin seemed to take on a waxy glow and the cold grey eyes changed into red snake like pupils.
Too easy. It had been too easy.
Author: ejab
Pairing: Harry/other character, Harry/’Lucius’ (...)
Rating: NC-17
Feedback: highly appreciated and a true gift
Disclaimer: just playing with J.K. Rowling's toys
WARNING: character-deaths
Category: darkfic?
Summary: appearances are deceptive
A/N:
She coaxed me into making a fic, using her pics as a starting point. I used the second pic. Here's the feeble result.. And please forgive me the lame title!
Eternal gratitude to my beta underlucius!
1/1
Walls covered with yellow paper. The purple and green flowery designs on it seemed to mock him every second of every day. Twenty-three days now. Twenty-three cursed days in which he had no one to talk to. Not really. No one to stop his mind from running on and on, to divert him from trying to grasp this new reality. As if he ever could.
Wiping away the tears Harry snatched a pillow and clutched it to his chest, rocking back and forth. Nowadays that seemed like the only way to feel at least some sort of consolation and safety. An illusionary reality, he knew. But this illusion kept him sane to a certain extent, although he wasn't too sure he wanted to be sane any more. Not after it turned out that Dumbledore had tricked everybody by faking his own death, and certainly not after he had lured Harry away under false pretences, keeping him imprisoned in this small bedroom ever since.
To raise much needed funds for The Order, the old man had said. It had taken Harry just one day to understand he was being whored. No other word for it. Men apparently were willing to pay handsomely in exchange for a sexual favour of The Boy Who Lived aka The Chosen One.
"I understand your feelings of exploitation, Harry," Dumbledore had said. "Unfortunately this is a war and a war always forces us to make sacrifices. Asking you to perform the act of fellatio on generous benefactors to The Order is, as I am sure you will agree, a small price to pay for the good cause." That was all Dumbledore had been willing to explain; the man had been disturbingly untouched by Harry's impassioned pleas for freedom from the beginning. Dumbledore had changed. Gone mad. Had to.
"Please put on your Quidditch uniform, Harry. This gentleman wants to see you in it."
Dumbledore walked into the bedroom, placing the uniform on the bed. Harry stopped rocking and stared at his former headmaster. Slowly the words started to sink in and despair raised its dark head. He broke.
"No... please... not another one..." He pulled the pillow closer to his chest, sobbing uncontrollably now. "I don't want... so tired... I haven't slept in two days... I can - "
"Yes, the burden of our sacrifices can sometimes feel like they are crushing us," Dumbledore nodded. "I am aware of that. I am also aware of the fact that you are young and strong and will bounce back. Not unharmed, but then again, many of us will not come out of this war unharmed. Just remember, my dear boy: if it is not killing you, it is making you stronger. Now please put on your uniform."
"But it is killing me... "Harry whispered, feeling his whole body contort.
"Come, come, pull yourself together, Harry. You have survived Voldemort's attacks more than once. Surely this is nothing compared to that? Put the uniform on."
"This is worse... this is much worse... " Harry hid his face in the pillow, crying again.
"Harry, Harry... " Dumbledore sighed, waved his wand and Harry was wearing his Quidditch uniform.
Knowing he really had no choice, Harry fought back his tears in a feeble attempt to safe at least a shred of dignity. He then straightened his back, awaiting the arrival of the next 'benefactor', forcing his mind to go blank.
He was used to see those disgusting looks of pure lust the moments these perverts entered the room by now. He was also getting used to their insufferable smirks, bad hygiene and misplaced sense of power. But he would never get used to the moment they took their cocks out and started pulling his head towards the flesh. The enemy.
"No no no! Get away from me, you sick pervert!" Harry screamed, scurrying to the foot of the bed, his face twisted with loathing. No need in trying to get of the bed, let alone going for the door. He had learned that lesson by now. The hard way. Thanks to the humiliating collar he was forced to wear, Harry's throat would be squeezed tight the minute he left the bed.
"Harry, please... " Dumbledore tried the soothing approach again.
"You shut up, you liar!" Harry yelled, staring daggers at the old man.
"You gave me your word, Harry," Dumbledore calmly reminded him.
"To raise funds for The Order and help boost moral, yes. Not to be whored!"
"Albus, you promised me... "The stranger sighed impatiently.
"And you will get it, Rendur. I am sorry, Harry. Imperio!""
The few times Harry had experienced the Imperio spell, he'd always been able to resist its effects for the most part. When Dumbledore cast the spell, however, he was not so lucky. No feelings of floating, no vague indefinable joyfulness. On the contrary; he was fully aware of his failing resistance and, even worse, the revolting task he was forced to perform.
"That's better." The man grabbed him by the hair, guiding his head to the desired location. Unable to keep his mouth closed, Harry soon felt the sickening sensation of hard flesh pushing past his lips. He suppressed a gag reflex when the cock went straight for the back of his throat and started thrusting violently. To make matters even worse, Dumbledore found it necessary to place his hand on the back of Harry's head, as if to prevent him from withdrawing. It felt like he was given the choice of choking or taking care of business. He wisely chose the latter, cursing his sense of smell. Knowing that his actions resulted in smelling the arousal of a strange man felt like the ultimate insult. Every bloody single time. It was depraved and sickening to the very core. His only piece of good luck was that this man didn't last long, a soft moan and soon his mouth was filled with his disgusting essence, which he was forced to swallow. The hand on his head disappeared and a "Finite Incantatum!" was mumbled.
Ignoring his surroundings, Harry fled back to the foot of the bed, sticking his finger in his throat to make sure he threw up everything that reminded of this foul deed. He had performed this gesture so often lately that his throat seemed to burn constantly.
"Well done, Harry." A happy Dumbledore appeared in his line of vision again. "Just one more and you are done for today. Ah, and here he is."
Out of the corner of his eyes Harry saw a tall proud man enter the room. He looked up warily, then gasped for air, feeling a wave of pure panic wash over him.
"No! Not him!" This was not possible! This could not be true! What was he doing here?! "You are in Azkaban! You were arrested!"
"I was indeed," Lucius admitted. "I was also let out after I promised to help The Order and be a good boy." Every word dripped with sarcasm.
"No! You can't believe him! He will betray you all!" How could anyone be this stupid? How could anyone believe anything Malfoy was saying?
"Don't worry, Harry. We have taken our precautionary measures," Dumbledore said. "You don't think we would come unprepared to the negotiations, now do you?" Judging by the look of Lucius'mocking smile, Harry had serious doubts about the effectiveness of these 'measures' but remained silent. Dumbledore would not believe him anyway. The old man obviously had lost all touch with reality. Oh, how he wished he could wipe that smug look of Malfoy's face!
Arrogantly locking eyes with his little whore Lucius lay down and freed his own cock. He then held it, gave it a playful tug and challenged Harry with his eyes.
"Shall we?"A suave smile.
"Over my dead body," Harry said through gritted teeth.
"It will undoubtedly cost me extra but I am sure it can be arranged... ?" Lucius gave Dumbledore a questioning look.
"Now, now, Lucius. No teasing," Dumbledore smiled, encouraging Harry with a nod. Nothing happened.
"Ah, Harry, does it always have to be this way?" Dumbledore sighed. "Very well. Imperio!"
Harry felt the spell take effect and was yet again not able to rebel against that much hated hand pushing his head down.
"Now be an obedient boy and open your mouth," Lucius drawled, pushing his growing cock passed the warm lips. He then looked at his left. "Are you always staying in the room when the guest is entertained, Dumbledore?"
"Yes, Lucius, I do. To ensure Harry's safety at all times."
"Of course."
"Does it bother you?" Dumbledore asked. "I can withdraw to a corner, if you wish?"
"That will not be necessary. But tell me, do you never experience a spark of arousal watching this?" As if to underline his point Lucius grabbed Harry's head with both hands and dictated the desirable tempo.
"When you are my age, a lust inducing potion is more efficient, Lucius," Dumbledore smiled.
"Really?" Harry's head received a vicious tug. "Use your tongue, boy."
Harry had no choice so he lapped at the now fully erect cock, then swirled his tongue around the tip and did it all again.
"Suck. Hard." Lucius moaned as his order was carried out. "Yesss... you like sucking cock, don't you, you little slut?"
Oh god, dirty talk really was the last thing Harry wanted to hear! He shot Malfoy his most angry look, continuing his despicable task. He wanted to dig his teeth in the man's flesh so badly! Humiliating him this way wasn't enough,was it? He now had to watch Dumbledore get aroused too?
Lucius threw his head back in the most wanton way possible, turning to face Dumbledore for the second time. "Does this still not affect you at all?"
"I will retreat to that corner and let you finish what you came here for." Dumbledore's tone spoke of his disapproval as he turned and walked towards the other end of the room. Mayhem. Lucius pointed his wand at Dumbledore's back and shouted, "AVADA KEDAVRA!"
Harry watched in horror as Dumbledore dropped to the floor. He wanted to scream but Lucius pushed his head further down over his cock causing Harry to gag even more.
"Privacy at last." Lucius chuckled, pulling Harry's head up again. Harry saw the glint in the man's eyes. This was the Malfoy he knew. Fear as he'd never felt before swept through his veins.
"Time for some real fun." Lucius now pointed his wand at him and Harry was instantly naked.
"On your hands and knees, Potter," Lucius snarled. "Oh, and do please feel free to scream. I'd love to hear you scream."
Strong hands positioned Harry. He desperately tried to fight the older man but didn't stand a chance.
"My only regret is the lack of time," Lucius whispered in Harry's ear, slapping the boy's buttocks before positioning himself behind him. "I would have loved to split you open again and again."
Harry swallowed, trembling in every limb, overwhelmed by the worst panic he'd ever thought possible. He understood now. Something in Lucius' tone of voice had given it away.
Thinking became impossible as Lucius roughly entered him with one fast, deep stroke.
"Stop! No! Oh god, no! You're killing me! Stop!" Pain! All-consuming skin tearing pain! Harry cried himself hoarse, feeling warm fluid sliding down over the inside of his leg; he must be bleeding. Oh god, this was so -
"So little time. Such a shame." Lucius growled, controlling the resisting body in front of him by digging his nails in the slim hips and thrusting as hard and deep as he could. Ah, the blissful sounds of begging, screaming and crying! They only made him harder and hungrier for more. He snarled, making sharp deep thrusts. There was not much time but he would enjoy every second of it!
Harry's body gave up the fight as he slammed forward. Being forced to feel his balls slapping against his or hearing his ragged breaths and muffled moans, sounds he definitely didn't want to hear, was enough to make him throw up and feel truly, truly broken.
Lucius started thrusting harder and faster. Almost there. Pity. Placing his hands on each side of Harry's head, a loud moan escaped his lips as he came violently. Almost simultaneously he jerked his hands and a dry snapping sound could be heard.
Lucius allowed himself to stay inside while his cock softened, then pulled back and stared at the lifeless form in front of him. Such a beautiful work of art! His fingers travelled across the body in an almost dreamlike fashion before Lucius finally whipped his cock clean with the sheet . He then stood, straightened his clothes and laughed like mad while his long silvery hair retreated back into his skull, the pale skin seemed to take on a waxy glow and the cold grey eyes changed into red snake like pupils.
Too easy. It had been too easy.