Keys

Keys. 3 pictures. Wand. Wallet containing: ID, 3 movie stubs, torn receipt for a purchase at. Gum wrapper. Lint.

The lid closed the box, sealing the contents of his pockets in darkness forever. Box ID: 1902334.

“You will get these items upon your release from Azkaban excluding your wand which shall be returned to the Ministry of Magic. Do you agree?”

“Your cunt smells like breakfast in bed.”

Three punches. Abdomen. Abdomen. Head. Wham Wham Wham.

Two guards pick him up and cuff his hands together, then a chain running down his groin, past his legs to his feet which are cuffed together as well, linking them in a solid mass of confinement. For the first time in his life, Harry felt loved. His cuffs loved him, depended on him to define him and yet asked nothing of him. They needed him and it was good to feel need.

He was walked to his cell.

Cell A1. Cell A2. Cell A3.

“Traitor. You deserve to be burned alive. Cut off his balls, lynch him. You are a disgrace to the term wi-“

“Harry your ass is mine. I’m going to slide my fat cock so far up there you’re going to wish Vold-“

“Don’t Say His Name!”

“Harry, I love you. Come kill me Harry. Come kill me please. Everyone who loved you is dead, I deserve to be next Harry.”

Cell R20. Cell R21. Cell R22.

“Harry I can’t wait till you get that little bum into the showers. We’ll see who is the greatest wizard of them all after I’m through with you my little sweet po-“

“Shut up! Respect him, he deserves your respect. He killed Vold-“

“Don’t say his-“

“Children. Dead. Parents. Dead. Friends. Dead. Love. Dead. Life. Dead. Future. Dead. Harry. Alive. Who wins?”

Cell. X1. Cell X2. Cell X3. Cell X3. Cell X3. Stop.

“Welcome to your new home, bitch.”

Bye bye Cuffs.

Harry flies through the air and his head cracks into the back wall of the cell. Blood trickles down as he gets up and bows.

“How do you like me now?”

The cell bangs shut. The guards and Dementors walk away. A faint voice calls out.

“Showers tomorrow morning at 8. We’ll see who’s tough then.”

Straw mattress. Grimy blood-stained blanket. Grey brick walls. One barred window. Toilet. This is home. Feels a hell of a lot safer than the other ones.

- -- - -- -

Fucking fleas! I had better get a damn shower today or someone’s going to pay. Stupid guards taking away my sh-

FUCKING FLEAS!

Blood appeared as dirty claws scraped up and down muscular arms. Blood scraped up and down by these dirty nails. Blood congealing under the nails, bedding with calcium. Grit. Grime.

Searing quick flash of pain.

Stupid goddamn nails. Dirty as shit. I had better get my shower today. Fucking guards. Sadistic pricks, not my fault you failed your OWLs.

“Not my fault you failed being chosen by Volde-“

“Don’t say his name”

“Shut the fuck up Travers. No godforsaken king of the freaks is going to show up here. Even if he did, I welcome the chance to kick his pale sorry ass right in.”

“Y-y-you wouldn’t s-say that if-if-if he w-was here!”

His eyes are the color of sickness and blood. I bore into them.

“Voldemort. Voldemort. Voldemort?”

Nothing. Silence. Dust. Failure.

“See, nothing happened. You…FUCKING FLEAS”

Nails scraping up and down dirty skin. Bugs burrowing, biting and sucking. Having a fucking orgy on his skin.

“C’mon Black, it’s shower time. You look like you need it. Dirty rat dog.”

I hate the guards.

“Get your fucking hands off me.”

Two punches. One kick. Abdomen. Head. Groin. Wham Wham Whack.

“Let’s go rat dog.”

We are lined up and walked down the isles. Some new twink in Cell X3 stands behind me. Four cuffs on him. He won’t last long in the showers. Hope he brought lube.

Laughter echoes and reverberates up the walls. Everyone goes silent and stares at the laughter as it floats to the top of the room. Three men simultaneously cum in their pants at the sound.

Uproar.

“Who laughed?”
“What’s funny?”
“Laugh at me! Laugh at me!”
“Laugh again”
“Who laughed?”
“Laugh please! You sound like my boy!”

Bang. Lock. Silence. Welcome to the showers.

I beeline to my corner of the room. The twink following close behind me. If I get him here, he may not suffer as much. Then again, Brahmen might want him. Best not fuck with Brahmen. Best not fuck with-

“Newboy!”

The dance has begun.

- -- - -- -

Humid steam fills the room. There’s more water than oxygen in this room. Hard to breathe. Click Unlock Click Unlock Click Unlock Click Unlock.

“God himself turns his back on this room.”

“God turned his back on me, so I fucked him in the ass.”

12 Baton hits. Abdomen. Abdomen. Bicep. Head. Head. Head. Head. Head. Neck. Bicep. Leg. Head. Whack Whack Whack Whack Whack Whack Whack Whack Whack Whack Whack Whack.

The steam washes the blood away. The pain doesn’t register. Maybe next time.

“Insolence is always rewarded in here.”

Standing I walk over to Sirius Black. His eyes register my face as something familiar. He won’t notice until later.

“Newboy!”

Jeers. Leers. Queers. Fear. Brahmen walks to me. Looming over me. Dick next to me. Imposing on me. My clothes falling to the floor I grab a towel and wrap it around my mid-section.

“May I help you?”

“Looks like we’re going to have to break you in boy. Can’t have you black and blue by the guards. That’s my job.”

“Maybe you can write your mother afterwards and send her a sample of your cum. Return the favor for her having to birth you.”

I walk past him and into the showers. Slippery footing. Steamed windows and walls. 12 Drains. 12 Showers. 6 Working. Who’s going to be my partner? Air moving rapidly behind me. I crouch to grab a coin off the ground.

“Holy shit he dodged it!”

A penny. Would the real Muggle please stand up? Would the real Muggle ple- Large hands grab me and slam me into the wall. That almost hurt.

“Good job.”

“You like that? You’ll like what’s coming next. Hopefully not, it’s always much more fun when the ass is struggling.”

“Rape doesn’t work if the rapist can’t rape.”

“I can do more than fuck you boy. I can make you a part of me. One mind, one body, one dick up one ass.”

“I suppose raping yourself would be more helpful to end your nightmares. Is it your father who told you “You’re worthless” or is that me?”

Silence. A salty mass of flesh, hopefully a finger, breaks into my mouth. I sigh.

The warm moist air evaporates instantly. The vapor glides gracefully up the room. Riding updrafts of air, piggybacking on the steam undulating in the room. It needs so much from so few.

“He wants me to, boys. Look he’s licking up my finger like a go-“

Steam slides into my eyes. The vapor flows to the top of the cool ceiling and condenses. A water droplet forms.

A slippery finger slides up my ass.

The water droplet gets heavy and falls through the air. Cutting through the steam like a knife through flesh.

Another slippery finger slides up my ass.

It lands on Brahmen’s forhead and explodes. The water still survives, but the sweat on his brow is no more. It’s time.

My hand flies out to his other hand and snaps it up and back. Crack. Crunch.

Goodbye hand.

I headbutt backwards. He slumps down to the ground, his fingers sliding out as he does. The shocked men stare at me. Mouths dropped.

“No, stop I just want to get clean. Not now, please!”

Sirius is being raped. The men come after me. One fist flies towards me. Too much force. I slide to the side and it rams into the tile. Crunch.

Goodbye hand.

My hands dart forward grabbing another assailants balls. Grip. Rip. Tear. Scream. Disgusting?

One man falls. I slide my legs to either side and slide to the floor. Four punches. Knee. Knee. Knee. Knee.

Goodbye legs.

Two men fall. I throw the balls up into the air. I hope I catch them in time. I jump up as a large man comes up to me. His eyes are beautiful. I want them.

Scream. Dig. Scream. Pop. Scream.

Hello eyes.

One man falls. The last man runs away to the other corner. I look at him and smile. The balls plop into my hand. Magic flows through my fingertips. Frozen balls whip through the air.

Goodbye brain.

One man falls.

“Are you okay Sirius?”

“Where’d you go Harry?”

“Down the rabbit hole”

“Can I come too?”

His lips place themselves on mine. I back off.

I sit under the shower and let the cool water wash over my back. I sigh. The moisture from my breath evapor-

“No”