Silver, Green, and Gold
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
10,363
Reviews:
36
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Green and Gold
Chapter one:
Green and Gold
By: Kireania
Disclaimer: I definitely do not own Hp or any of the characters. But if anyone wants to sell Draco to me I would be very much obliged. Naked preferably.
Warnings: This has rape!!!!! Majorly!!!! This also has Mpreg and hard core het and slash. Eventually it will involve a threesome. This is not going to be a happy go lucky fic. Yes there will be humor but there will be tons of angst and the like. It will end happily almost...I think. This is most definitely a NC-17 fic. You have been warned. Reviews and criticisms are welcome. So please review.
Helpful Hints: Italics are Harry’s thoughts, Bold italics are dream voice, and Bolds are something like a narrator like thing…
Chapter One: Green and Gold
Whimpers of pain echoed in a dungeon cell and into the one next to it on the left. Emerald eyes were shut tightly as pain wracked through the young body once again.
Cold laughter filled the cell and the torture was once again restarted. Harry Potter tried to block out the pain and humiliation but he knew it was impossible. He’d only gotten close to blocking it out once but his captors had quickly and efficiently brought him back to reality when they realized what he was trying.
His magic was bound and his body was weak from the numerous amounts of hexes and crucios that were thrown at him before this even worse torture began. He had no escape from this not even by delving into his own mind. His captors never let his mind wander far now. They found it fun to watch him writhe in pain and despair.
Being chained to the ceiling, in such a way that he had very little movement but offered others greater access to his more vulnerable areas, in the middle of a cold dungeon and naked had shocked him to no ends. But then his mind caught up to the situation and then he was fighting against his metal bonds in a panic that was amusing to the group of Death Eaters.
He fought when they first began and tried desperately to make them stop but soon the pain was making him start to beg for them to stop. They took no notice and continued to abuse him. They wouldn’t stop until they felt like it and there was a lot of them. He gave up fighting after he realized that it made it hurt even more if he did.
He could no longer beg since his voice was gone from all his screams of pain and pleadings that fell on deaf ears. He just gave up completely. His body was so close to being unconscious but still he was cruelly kept awake for their pleasure. They laughed even more at this.
A whimper of pain, the only noise left he could make, left his mouth once again as another length started to abuse his already raw entrance mercilessly. It burned.
“You must like this, huh? Your not fighting now, are you?” The man laughed loudly as he continued his thrusting. “Probably your just a whore. One that likes people to think their innocent. Is that it? I’m right, aren’t I?”
Harry’s blood ran cold. He knew that voice. It was Lucius Malfoy’s he would recognize that drawl anywhere. OMG …NO NO NO… please no. Why him? Ahh it hurts, god it hurts. No more…please no more.
The other’s just laughed as Lucius continued his taunting.
“Just…”
thrust
“A…”
thrust
“Whore.”
Thrusting one last time the blonde Death Eater emptied himself inside the bleeding and raw opening.
The release burned Harry even more. It felt very similar to, if not worse than salt on an open wound. He couldn’t take it anymore; the pain, the humiliation, the laughter, nor the guilt.
His body finally sagged into unconsciousness as he let go of everything. As his world faded he looked up one last time and his eyes went past the group of Death Eaters to lock with sad gold eyes that reflected pain and understanding. Too late to question who that was, blackness finally enveloped him and took him away from the world.
Gold eyes watched was the boy’s captors laughed and kicked at the sagged body. The eyes watched as they left after taking off their flimsy silencing charms and wards. They left their new prisoner unconscious chained to the ceiling, naked and bleeding.
A tear slipped down from those sad eyes. The young girl to whom they belonged to knew that she had to help. It didn’t take a genius to know who this was and what he meant to the world. It also didn’t matter to her though. She would not let anyone else live a life similar to her own. No one else deserved it.
She knew she had very little strength or power but that didn’t matter there was no way that she wouldn’t help him. A few whispered words and a small push at her meager energy and the boy was dressed, unchained, and very slightly healed, he would not die from internal bleeding.
Turning her body around she slid down her wall and pushed at the rest of her magic. She heard the door unlock and she head the faint stirring that symbolized that the child was waking up.
She could do no more her strength was gone and she was now taking his place in the realm of darkness. But a small smile graced her face knowing that she did the right thing.
Harry was stirring in his cell. He was undeniably sore and still in a good deal of pain. It took his mind a moment to wrap around the reason as to why there was this pain. When he did remember he had to forcefully shove back his gag reflex. But it didn’t work and he found himself throwing up from disgust.
His dry heaves soon filled the air as his memory came back all too clearly for his liking. Then he realized that he was no longer chained. He wasn’t naked either. What the hell…
His mind couldn’t make sense as to why they would clothe and unchain him.
Then he remembered. Bright yet pained gold eyes watching him. Looking up to where he had seen them he realized that the person in the other cell must have helped him. How or why he didn’t know nor did he care. He just hoped that he could escape without to much trouble or run ins with the Death Eaters.
Pushing himself up off the floor and away from his own bile he gently walked towards the door. It was unlocked. Another glance at the barred window he gave a silent thanks to his rescuer.
Without another look back he opened the door and left, walking silently down the halls and fading into the shadows. All the while his savior was dreaming of nothingness and freedom. In her dream she heard a very familiar voice. The voice said nothing but two phrases:
Sometimes a person’s heart cannot be satisfied by just one other.
Silver, Gold, Green cling together.
Silver, Gold, Green love together.
Silver, Gold, Green be together.
Souls from before come together as was promised.
Join together once more.
Entwined souls awaken from your slumbers.
Awaken your world once more.
A shift in the wind, a new wave in the sea, a new burn in the fire, a new growth in the trees, and a new feeling born among all that are connected. It had started. Only those of purity and nature could feel that finally the world was once again starting to wake up. Things were finally going to change, for better or worse no knew but it was finally changing.
A/N: Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. This was meant to be the prologue but I decided I don’t need no stinkin prologue. And I got lazy…which is very normal. I apologize for the italic and bold screw ups. I have yet to get the hang of it. thank you.
Green and Gold
By: Kireania
Disclaimer: I definitely do not own Hp or any of the characters. But if anyone wants to sell Draco to me I would be very much obliged. Naked preferably.
Warnings: This has rape!!!!! Majorly!!!! This also has Mpreg and hard core het and slash. Eventually it will involve a threesome. This is not going to be a happy go lucky fic. Yes there will be humor but there will be tons of angst and the like. It will end happily almost...I think. This is most definitely a NC-17 fic. You have been warned. Reviews and criticisms are welcome. So please review.
Helpful Hints: Italics are Harry’s thoughts, Bold italics are dream voice, and Bolds are something like a narrator like thing…
Chapter One: Green and Gold
Whimpers of pain echoed in a dungeon cell and into the one next to it on the left. Emerald eyes were shut tightly as pain wracked through the young body once again.
Cold laughter filled the cell and the torture was once again restarted. Harry Potter tried to block out the pain and humiliation but he knew it was impossible. He’d only gotten close to blocking it out once but his captors had quickly and efficiently brought him back to reality when they realized what he was trying.
His magic was bound and his body was weak from the numerous amounts of hexes and crucios that were thrown at him before this even worse torture began. He had no escape from this not even by delving into his own mind. His captors never let his mind wander far now. They found it fun to watch him writhe in pain and despair.
Being chained to the ceiling, in such a way that he had very little movement but offered others greater access to his more vulnerable areas, in the middle of a cold dungeon and naked had shocked him to no ends. But then his mind caught up to the situation and then he was fighting against his metal bonds in a panic that was amusing to the group of Death Eaters.
He fought when they first began and tried desperately to make them stop but soon the pain was making him start to beg for them to stop. They took no notice and continued to abuse him. They wouldn’t stop until they felt like it and there was a lot of them. He gave up fighting after he realized that it made it hurt even more if he did.
He could no longer beg since his voice was gone from all his screams of pain and pleadings that fell on deaf ears. He just gave up completely. His body was so close to being unconscious but still he was cruelly kept awake for their pleasure. They laughed even more at this.
A whimper of pain, the only noise left he could make, left his mouth once again as another length started to abuse his already raw entrance mercilessly. It burned.
“You must like this, huh? Your not fighting now, are you?” The man laughed loudly as he continued his thrusting. “Probably your just a whore. One that likes people to think their innocent. Is that it? I’m right, aren’t I?”
Harry’s blood ran cold. He knew that voice. It was Lucius Malfoy’s he would recognize that drawl anywhere. OMG …NO NO NO… please no. Why him? Ahh it hurts, god it hurts. No more…please no more.
The other’s just laughed as Lucius continued his taunting.
“Just…”
thrust
“A…”
thrust
“Whore.”
Thrusting one last time the blonde Death Eater emptied himself inside the bleeding and raw opening.
The release burned Harry even more. It felt very similar to, if not worse than salt on an open wound. He couldn’t take it anymore; the pain, the humiliation, the laughter, nor the guilt.
His body finally sagged into unconsciousness as he let go of everything. As his world faded he looked up one last time and his eyes went past the group of Death Eaters to lock with sad gold eyes that reflected pain and understanding. Too late to question who that was, blackness finally enveloped him and took him away from the world.
Gold eyes watched was the boy’s captors laughed and kicked at the sagged body. The eyes watched as they left after taking off their flimsy silencing charms and wards. They left their new prisoner unconscious chained to the ceiling, naked and bleeding.
A tear slipped down from those sad eyes. The young girl to whom they belonged to knew that she had to help. It didn’t take a genius to know who this was and what he meant to the world. It also didn’t matter to her though. She would not let anyone else live a life similar to her own. No one else deserved it.
She knew she had very little strength or power but that didn’t matter there was no way that she wouldn’t help him. A few whispered words and a small push at her meager energy and the boy was dressed, unchained, and very slightly healed, he would not die from internal bleeding.
Turning her body around she slid down her wall and pushed at the rest of her magic. She heard the door unlock and she head the faint stirring that symbolized that the child was waking up.
She could do no more her strength was gone and she was now taking his place in the realm of darkness. But a small smile graced her face knowing that she did the right thing.
Harry was stirring in his cell. He was undeniably sore and still in a good deal of pain. It took his mind a moment to wrap around the reason as to why there was this pain. When he did remember he had to forcefully shove back his gag reflex. But it didn’t work and he found himself throwing up from disgust.
His dry heaves soon filled the air as his memory came back all too clearly for his liking. Then he realized that he was no longer chained. He wasn’t naked either. What the hell…
His mind couldn’t make sense as to why they would clothe and unchain him.
Then he remembered. Bright yet pained gold eyes watching him. Looking up to where he had seen them he realized that the person in the other cell must have helped him. How or why he didn’t know nor did he care. He just hoped that he could escape without to much trouble or run ins with the Death Eaters.
Pushing himself up off the floor and away from his own bile he gently walked towards the door. It was unlocked. Another glance at the barred window he gave a silent thanks to his rescuer.
Without another look back he opened the door and left, walking silently down the halls and fading into the shadows. All the while his savior was dreaming of nothingness and freedom. In her dream she heard a very familiar voice. The voice said nothing but two phrases:
Sometimes a person’s heart cannot be satisfied by just one other.
Silver, Gold, Green cling together.
Silver, Gold, Green love together.
Silver, Gold, Green be together.
Souls from before come together as was promised.
Join together once more.
Entwined souls awaken from your slumbers.
Awaken your world once more.
A shift in the wind, a new wave in the sea, a new burn in the fire, a new growth in the trees, and a new feeling born among all that are connected. It had started. Only those of purity and nature could feel that finally the world was once again starting to wake up. Things were finally going to change, for better or worse no knew but it was finally changing.
A/N: Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. This was meant to be the prologue but I decided I don’t need no stinkin prologue. And I got lazy…which is very normal. I apologize for the italic and bold screw ups. I have yet to get the hang of it. thank you.