SMARTDUNGEON INC

It was a sunny day out, but Harry never saw it. It was his eighteenth birthday, but he never knew that either. You see, after Dumbledore died and Harry, Hermione, and Ron went out to search for the Horcruxes, they were not prepared for what was going to happen. Wormtail and Bellatrix captured Hermione and Ron and to set them free, Harry gave himself up to Voldemort. Being the noble gentleman that he is, Voldemort set Hermione and Ron free. Harry was shone to his dungeon cell while his two friends fled back to Hogwarts.

That was two years and seven months ago, down to the day.

Nobody had come for him since then and he wasn't overly surprised. The Dark Lord's forces had grown to be over seven hundred thousand people world-wide and there wasn't a force out there that could match that. Voldemort himself was rumored to be neat immortal now, and if anyone had any chance to attack, it would have been seventy years ago right before Tom Riddle was born. Of course, there wasn't a time-turner invented yet that went back years instead of days, so most everyone in the world just sat back, panicking, and basically waiting for the Dark Lord to begin his conquest of the world and subsequent rule for the rest of forever type thing.

Even the once great Harry Potter had trouble keeping up hope that this would all turn out for the best. After all, he had been locked in the same eight by eleven and a half space for the last two years and seven months and he'd basically dropped off the face of the earth when nobody came and visited him. (It seems that when Death Eaters put him down here, they didn't actually expect he would stay and escape, but he didn't. So now everyone thinks he's out there looking for Horcruxes when actually, he's deep down in a dungeon.)

How Harry had been surviving all these years, he would never know. It seems that Voldemort installed SMARTDUNGEONS or something because every once in a while gruel would sometimes appear. The only reason that he knew this wasn't some house elf or another other-worldly creature was because there were advertising stickers plastered all over it. SMARTDUNGEON, INC indeed.

It was only after there was no sign of Harry on the outside that the Death Eaters began to wonder if Harry was actually still in the dungeons, but everyone quickly laughed nervously and dismissed the idea. After all, the greatest wizard still alive next to their master couldn' t possibly not have escaped! It was what he was good at!

But two weeks ago, the Death Eaters (and Voldemort) sat down and had a long thought about exactly where Harry Potter could be. Not in the Americas, or Australia... and definitely not Asia. Africa there was no change, and neither Antarctica nor the arctic. The only other place he could possibly be was in Europe and the only way he couldn't have been noticed was if he had joined the Death Eater ranks and no one had noticed, or he had dug himself a grave and laid down and died. And everyone knew that Harry Potter was a Gryffindor and he would never go and do something like kill himself or just give up. So, the only other place that he could be was...

It seemed to Harry later that there must be something that connected the smart and the stupid because the Death Eaters and Voldemort came rushing down the stairs to the dungeon at the same time. (Voldemort denied rushing, he said it was graceful ripping through the space-time continuum.) Unfortunately for Harry and the Death Eaters (but fortunate for Voldemort, the perv), Harry had his pants at his ankles and was holding his flaccid penis and going to the bathroom.

Harry's face just went up in flame and many Death Eaters backed away to hide in the coffee lounge of the dungeons (which may or may not have been a good place to hide because of the fact that there were tv's in there that recorded what went on in each of the cells). Voldemort smirked and it seemed that he was hard in an instant, while Harry just stood there, penis in hand, like a deer caught peeing in headlights.

Voldemort quickly unlocked the dungeon door (which said "Thank you for using SMARTDUNGEON and have a very nice day") and strode inside. Harry, just realizing what a compromising position this way and that time did move, quickly dropped the piece of flesh and bent over to pull up his pants. Well, that turned out to the worst (or the best) decision that he made his entire life. Voldemort quickly moved forward and walked Harry up to the men's toilet stall and pushed the savior of the wizarding world's face into the little dip where the pee drained out. He magicked Harry hands to his pants so that both legs and hands were consequently incapacitated. Voldemort quickly dropped his pants.

While Harry was trying not to gag as his face was planted in the dirtiest place in the entire dungeon, Voldemort inspected Harry's delectable twin globes. They were kind of dirty for not having a proper shower and soap for two years and seven month, but they were smooth and globular and looked bouncy. The Dark Lord slapped them and nodded. Yes, they were bouncy and they had the nicest reddening factor. And that crease! What a lovely crease it was also. It went from his tail bone to his balls and Voldemort ran his finger up and down the crease seven times, almost giggling at the way that Harry was shivering.

Harry now, could not help but be turned on by these ministrations. He hadn't had sex in two years and seven months and eighteen days, and boy, was he horny. It didn't matter that he was the one just about to be buggered, he just needed something to get him off and he couldn't hold back, no matter the fact that he was doing a face-plant in left over pee. His two-inch member quickly hardened to two and a half inches and a pink head peaked out of its little hiding place.

After the Dark Lord had had his fill of Harry's crease he reached inside he robe pocket and pulled out a bottle of KY Lube and smeared it all over his eleven-inch cock. He had barely enough lube to put some on Harry's hole (and even then he was struggling to get it out of the bottle) and he rubbed his fingers around the button of a hole, which fluttered under his touch.

Harry was moaning now and Voldemort, who only like the sound of screaming innocents die, quickly pulled off his shoe and his sock and stuffed the sock into Harry's mouth all of the way, then pulled some duct tape out of his robe pocket (you know you can never be too prepared) and wrapped a piece all around his head covering his mouth a couple times. Harry's moans had quieted some, but there was some low reverberations that seeped through. Voldemort, who'd by now had enough of this fooling around, positioned himself at Harry's entrance and slowly pushed himself in.

No one is quite sure what happened next because the tapes only show static, but there came a bright light from Harry's ass as Voldemort began penetrating it and quickly lit up the entire room until it was like the sun was right on top of them. Voldemort would not stop, however, as it was the best ass he had gotten in more than eighteen years, and the more he speared, the brighter the light got.

When he finally pushed himself in all the way and almost came, the bright light suddenly dropped to blackness and there was a piercing scream that echoed throughout the entire world. After about two minutes, there returned normal functioning light from the SMARTDUNGEON.

What could be seen was Harry still stuck in the same position with his hands tied to his legs and his face in the toilet dip, but there was no Voldemort to be seen. The only things that were left of Voldemorts' on the floor was the KY bottle and the duct-tape.

After they found out that their leader was gone, the Death Eaters panicked and the Order of the Flying Monkeys took advantage of that and attacked the panicking Death Eaters and order was once again restored to the light side of the Universe. Harry was rescued and quickly put in the infirmary to recover from his stay in the dungeons and drugged until he slept.

Some still wonder to this day what happened to the former Dark Lord. Some say that SMARTDUNGEON killed the Dark Lord with the help of Harry. Some say that two or three of his Death Eaters did it, then did what they did best and eat death (or in this case, Voldemort). Yet, the most widely accepted theory of what happened that night was a rare case of rectum-insuction, said to only happen in certain powerful wizards. Not many wizards or witches know what this is, they just like the name, so they never bothered to find out, but just say in whispered tones that he died to rectum-insuction.

Those who did know what rectum-insuction was kept Harry under drugs. You see, rectum-insuction is when the only way for you to defeat a more-powerful wizard is to have him have sex with you so that you can absorb him and his powers by sucking him into your ass.

That's it.

Since Harry is now the most powerful wizard on the face of the universe (and there is no way that anyone is more powerful than him), he is kept drugged up and is currently living (or sleeping) his life as a sex-slave to a couple people who like having sleeping sex-victims.