The Dark Hallow

The Dark Hallows

1 – The Contract

The pale faced, slim young man with the dark messy hair and striking green eyes crouched down slowly, clenching his fists as he examined the dark, sooty wall at the edge of the cave. Water could be heard trickling down and splashing into puddles everywhere around him, and in the dim bluish light from his wand the scene looked spooky. He pulled a knife from his pocket and, without hesitation, drew the blade over his left hand, making a red line appear instantly over the skin. He pressed the wounded hand against the wall and waited. Suddenly, a high pitched chuckle broke the silence and made Harry Potter spin around to face the entrance to the cave in the blink of an eye, his wand ready to defend himself once more.

* * *

It was the last task on his road to defeating Voldemort for good. Five Horcruxes had been destroyed when the Dark Lord had become aware of their hunt and, in a desperate attempt to ensure his survival, attacked him at Hogwarts. That had been only four hours ago. Things didn't look good from the start, as Voldemort had managed to break down the wards with seeming ease and set foot into the old castle only five minutes after they had noticed him approaching. The first few to go against him, McGonagall and a number of younger Order members, had been wiped out in the matter of minutes.

But Voldemort had made a mistake, because when Harry's girlfriend, Ginny Weasley, who had only recently started her 7th year of magical education, had been brought struggling to him by an unknown Death Eater, Harry had seen red – literally. People were still trying to understand what kind of incantationless red flashing spell it had been that had destroyed Voldemort. Though Harry had, for the first time ever, understood the power of love. While the Death Eaters were fleeing as fast as they could, the pain spreading through their Dark Marks rendering them unable to fight, Hermione had been the one to rescue their mission and cast a complicated rune spell on the dying body of the evil wizard. The spell served to trace the connection between the newly freed piece of soul in Voldemort to the remaining piece resting inside the Horcrux.

And that was what had led him to this cave, to destroy the last piece of Voldemort and prevent him from ever coming back again.

* * *

The chuckling slowly subsided, and a slim figure stepped into the radius of his wand light. Harry recognized her at once. Bellatrix Lestrange, Death Eater par excellence and murderer of his godfather, Sirius Black. Clad in black leather and velvet, she stood there, her left hand nestling with her top, drawing his eyes to her cleavage which reflected a shimmer of the dim light. Anger cursed through his veins, his heart started to race, but he forced himself to keep focused. Loosing concentration had killed enough of his friends – including Sirius. "What do you want here," he pressed through clenched teeth, "kill me? Raise your precious master again? I don't think so!"

"Tut tut," she slowly stepped closer, mocking him, her hand holding the wand dangling relaxedly by her hip, "you should not get so wound up, sweety. It's not healthy to be this tense."

She giggled, happily, and this sound unsettled him more than any of her committed atrocities ever could. She almost sounded like a small girl allowed to pick some of her favorite sweets, her voice even – pleasant. He shook his head, trying to get rid of this inappropriate thought, but she had noticed the flicker of softness on his face.

"You've got a decision to make," she told him softly, "because you can not do what you came here for."

Harry watched her questioningly. "What would you know?"

One corner of her mouth lifted slightly upwards when she answered. "Believe me, I know it all. I have for a long time. I watched you destroy two of them."

His face blanched at her words, while his mind raced. Was she trying to play some twisted game with him? Or was it only to stall for time and sidetrack him? "Then why are you here?" He asked again.

"To make a deal." She stated without her usual playfulness, then, catching him completely by surprise, let her wand drop to the floor, where it clattered a few inches over the stone floor before laying still. Slowly, she took a few steps back, almost vanishing in the darkness beyond the Lumos' reach.

Harry followed, and, his eyes never leaving her, crouched down to pick up her wand. It was the real thing, alright. He had seen it often enough, and the picture of it, raised and spitting out the spell that would Sirius have stumble into the Veil of Death, was still vivid in his mind after all those years. He could feel the residues of dark magic in the wood.

As he stood up again, his eyes narrowed. "What deal?"

"I will give you what you want." She came closer to him, and he had to strain himself against the urge to curse her with all his power. "I'll help you destroy him for good, kill his last Horcrux."

She stopped, only an arm length from him, and he noticed for the first time how big her almond shaped eyes were, and how innocent she could look with her pronounced cheek bones and slightly pouty lips.

"And what do you want in return?" He questioned. Maybe she wanted to be spared from prosecution. He shivered at the thought of the cruel woman freely roaming through the wizarding world, but at the same time he knew it would be worth it. She was dark, yes, and absolutely mad, but another reign of Voldemort would be so much worse. "I'll see to it that you get an amnesty."

She grinned at him. "Sounds intriguing, but -" in the blink of an eye, she had crossed the short distance between them, her left hand pushing his wand to the side with a steely grip, her face only an inch from his, "that's not what I want." He halfheartedly tried to wrestle away from her, being repulsed by who she was and fascinated by her ruthlessness at the same time. "My end of the deal," her voice became hoarse and the nail her index finger slowly trailed down over Harry's cheek, leaving a burning trail, "is you!" She exclaimed, giving him a shove and jumping back a step herself.

"Why would I agree to that?" he asked, panting heavily.

"You do not have a choice." She was back to that matter-of-fact voice, and something told him that she really meant what she said. "You see, you were able destroy those other Horcruxes quite easily, because," she emphased the word, "he was sloppy protecting them. A small blood sacrifice, a few Inferi, a poisonous potion, those are protections that can hold away the single average wizard. But this one is different." She paused, heightening the suspension he was already experiencing.

"This one," she whispered, "is protected by a ward so ingenious, no wizard can ever find a way around it. Only one person on this world will be able to get through it. Me." She breathed deeply, and he noticed that the outlines of her nipples had begun to show through the dark fabric.

"Why you," he wanted to know, "why not anybody else?"

"You see," she once again came face to face with him, her face glowing with enthusiasm "it is a love ward, built on my love to my master. But it is tainted, corrupted by the dark deeds the master performed, by the blood of innocents used to anchor it, and by the dark magic it is supposed to protect. Love and darkness are so tightly woven together in this ward, it requires the person to conquer it to be a living antagonism. Tell me, sweetheart," she whispered, breathing in his face, "if you have what it takes? The love for my Master, to be deemed no threat? The Dark Mark, to be accepted as worthy to enter? The coldness to enter willingly, lest you trigger the love part of the ward?"

His eyes widened at the last sentence, and he understood her bargaining weight. Even if he managed to fool the dark parts of the ward, he could never feel love for Voldemort. Whoever wanted to enter the Horcrux' hiding place needed to be mad.

"Can you prove it?" he asked wearily.

Her hand went into a pocket of her cloak, pulling out a vial and tossing it to him. He fetched it effortlessly, years of training as a seeker having perfected his coordination, and pulled out the stopper to sniff it. It had no odor at all, and he thought he knew what it was. Putting a tiny bit of it his finger, he touched it to his tongue. Instantly, he felt a lightness run through his body, like a very weak Imperius course, confirming his suspicion.

Without a word he stepped closer to her, and she tilted back her head a bit, sticking out her tongue to receive the drop of Veritaserum. As soon as it had toucher her, her eyes became misty.

"Was everything you told me today true?" He asked, carefully wording his question.

"Yes, everything." She confirmed.

"Will you honor the bargain you offered?"

"Yes, I will."

He slumped down and sat on the rocks, and Bellatrix did the same. After a few silent minutes the potion wore off.

"You've grown up, Potter." She stated.

"You think so?" he asked back, curious what had prompted her statement.

"A year ago, you'd have asked me all kinds of stupid questions about what I've done, shouted at me, tried to curse me. But you didn't today. I didn't expect you to keep your head."

"Thanks, I guess." It felt strange to sit here, talking to one of his arch-enemies like this. "What did you mean, you want me?"

"Ah, we get to the gist..." she looked at him with a strange, calculating look in her eyes. "I want you to be my weekend slave, for one year."

"Weekend slave," he stuttered wonderingly, "but..."

She cut him short. "I talk, you listen."

He nodded reluctantly.

"You will do everything I tell you to, each weekend, for 48 hours. You will not let anyone know about it. In return, I will not force you to do any dark magic and not ask you to do anything that will destroy your reputation with the wizarding world. Your enslavement will be purely," she paused, a broad smiling playing over her pouty lips, "sexual."

He let out a shaky breath. "But, I can't, Ginny..."

She chuckled. "You're amusing, sweetheart. You really believe your virtue to be more important than the future of the wizarding world?"

He tried to argue against the question, but finally hung his head in defeat. "No, I don't."

"Then let's seal the deal!" Bellatrix exclaimed, grinning over her poor rhyme.

"How can we do that," Harry asked, "we need a third person to seal the unbreakable oath?"

She sighed. "Didn't you learn anything in that school of yours, sweety? Between a man and a woman, there's always the possibility to do an oath of unification."

It took him a moment to process the implications. "Unification, as in..."

"As in having sex. Yes."

He took a few shaking breaths and steeled his resolve to do everything required to vanish Voldemort for good. Even if it meant having sex with Bellatrix. "How do we..."

"My wand," she instructed, and he hesitantly passed it to her. With a flick of it, she had vanish his clothes. The cool, damp air hit his skin, and he jumped, feeling embarrassed and vulnerable. For a short moment he hoped she would avert her gaze, but quickly realized that nothing could be further from her mind.

"Stand up," she directed, "I want to see what I've got."

Blushing, he raised to his feet, feeling more naked than ever before in his life.

"Lift your hands behind your head!" She directed, but he hesitated. "Don't play shy with me, sweety," she ordered, annoyance dripping from her voice, "or do you want me to walk away? I can still cancel the deal!" Dejectedly, he lifted both arms and did as instructed.

"Turn around, slowly, until I tell you to stop!"

It felt degrading, to have to show his naked body to her like this. He could feel her scrutinizing, evaluating gaze roam over every inch of his body. She had also stood up and was now slowly circling him in the opposite direction, her heels filling the silent cave with a loud, clicking rhythm. "Nice," she suddenly purred into his ear, and he could feel her body press into his back, "I like what I see. You look so – innocent." He felt her fingers start to roam all over his breast and stomach. On instinct, he started to let his arms sink, but was instantly discouraged by a sharp pain in his chest as her nails dug into his sensitive nipples.

"Stay like you are!" She spat, and, as he gave no further intention of lowering his arms, she resumed to fondle his chest. He could hear her breathing become louder, and, inch by inch, her hands moved deeper, closer to his dark haired triangle. The touch of her fingers there sent strange waves through his body, and he felt himself get excited, despite the humiliating position he was in.

"This can't stay," she murmured into his ear, and with a short "Evanesco!" he was hit between his legs by a waft old cold. She giggled again. "Too nice to look at to be hidden by all that hair," the dark sorceress whispered, "and you look younger, more vulnerable, like this."

The sensation of the air on his privates sped up the unwanted stiffening of his cock, and when cool fingers wrapped around his exposed sack, he let out an involuntary gasp.

"We're going to have soo much fun, sweety." Bellatrix purred behind him while kneading his balls with one hand and stroking his shaft with the other. "I'll have my wicked way with you in soo many ways your innocent mind can't even imagine."

He heard a whispered incantation, and the feeling in his back changed. Where soft velvet and sleek leather had touched him moments before, there was now the unmistakable softness of skin. He was spun around and gasped again. Behind the dark sorceress' outfit she had been hiding a beautiful body, and he quickly looked away. It felt so wrong, he was betraying Ginny as well as his own values, yet he was excited by what Bellatrix was doing to him. A finger nail scratched his scrotum and, in agonizingly slow motion, painted a burning trail on the underside of his cock.

She pushed him back against the cold stone wall, and he felt sharp edges nick his skin, but it didn't hurt – it only added to his excitement. Her hands were all over him, and without realizing it, he had also started to caress her nude body.

"I swear," she whispered hoarsely, urgently, while fervently rubbing her sex to his cock, "to help you destroy the master's last Horcrux. When you are my slave," they both shivered at this word, "I'll not make you destroy your reputation, neither will I kill you. Now you!"

He had to struggle to get the words out, and panting heavily, he answered "I swear that I'll be your slave each weekend, for 48 hours, over the next year, and to obey every command you give me."

He felt heat wash over him, and the pulling in his balls told him his climax was approaching. Bellatrix suddenly raised to her toe tips and guided the tip of his cock to her pussy. It felt wonderful, smooth and hot and slightly slick. With a loud cry she let her weight pull her down, impaling herself on his cock, and he felt himself revel in the warmth clutching his cock. Just then, he became aware of a pushing sensation on his sphincter, and before he could protest, the tip of a finger entered his anus. He was sent over the edge, and a mighty groan escaped his throat as his prick pulsated, shooting his sperm into her, and Bellatrix let out a loud cry, then bent and bit down forcefully on the soft skin over his collarbone, shaking with the force of her climax, and drawing blood.

For a short instant, he could feel a white-hot burning above his cock, but it vanished as quickly as it came, and together they rode the last waves of their orgasms.

Slowly, Harry got back his breath. He was still leaning on the cave wall, now all too aware of the rocks biting painfully into his back. Bellatrix raised her head to look him into the eyes, then, tilting back her head, she let out a triumphant cry which reverberated through the cave: "Mine!"