A Ghost of Harry Potter

A Ghost of Harry Potter


Necromancer John McInllay arrived just outside Malfoy Manor. He had received word that the famous Harry Potter boy was alive and is being held captive by Lucius Malfoy. Supposedly, The Boy-Who-Lived had indeed survived the war and had been given to Lucius Malfoy three years ago by Lord Voldemort. It was never proven however, because Harry Potter disappeared the night Lord Voldemort was defeated by the regrouped Order of the Phoenix and his body was never found. The Ministry had searched Malfoy Manor periodically through the years, but no evidence was ever found.

Right before the war, Lucius Malfoy and his son, Draco, had renounced Voldemort and joined the Order of Phoenix in exchange for their freedom – assisting in the capture of Lord Voldemort and the rest of his followers, including his beloved wife and her sister Bellatrix Lestrange. Though father and son were given the Order of Merlin, both of them were never fully trusted by the Ministry and a continuous watch was held throughout the years. There was one other thing that remained constant. The rumour that Harry Potter was still alive.

Six months ago, Necromancer John McInllay was contacted by two patients at St. Mungo's. A Miss Hermione Granger and Mr. Ronald Weasley. Both had ended up at St. Mungo's after the war from the result of receiving countless Cruciatus Curses, rendering them legally insane. Their plea however was anything but. They explained that they were the two best friends of Harry Potter and that they refused to believe that he was truly dead. The wizarding world had already proclaimed him deceased a year ago and even erected a statue of him, turning him into a martyr. In the post, they begged him to try and contact their friend in the afterlife to prove once and for all that he was not dead.

The Magus studied the post over and over, gathering all the information the two young wizards had supplied him with. They had even sent a package containing a small piece of Harry Potter's clothes that was somehow ripped off of the last outfit he was wearing. The older wizard sat down in his protective area of his home and attempted to channel The Boy-Who-Lived from beyond the grave. After hours upon hours, he came to a profound conclusion. Harry Potter was not dead.

It took several months of researching, but it seemed that no one honestly knew whether or not the young hero was truly dead.

Through blackmail and a lot of money, he had learned that several of the lower ranking Death Eaters were still alive, but were in seclusion. He had finally found one of them and discovered that the rumours were indeed true. Harry Potter was alive and now the slave of Lucius and Draco Malfoy.

Which brought him here, in front of Malfoy Mansion.

Necromancer McInllay received an invitation – with the help of this former Death Eater – from the blond aristocrats, wanting to show off their well-known (only within the circle of the dark wizards, of course) captive.

He waited patiently outside the manor until a thin and homely valet opened the door and escorted the Magus into a sealed sitting room. He was instructed to wait there as the two wizards were currently occupied with their other guests. He didn’t have to wait long however, because Lucius and Draco Malfoy entered, along with five other wizards presumably here by invitation as well.

“Good evening, Mr. McInllay,” Lucius said, extending his hand. “I’m so honoured that you were able to attend tonight.”

“It’s my pleasure, Mr. Malfoy,” John replied, shaking the blond’s hand.

Lucius turned to his other guests. “Please gentlemen, won't you take a seat.”

The eight wizards sat down in the high back chairs that were arranged in a large circle.

“As all of you have already surmised, you were invited into our home to have the distinct pleasure of sampling our esteemed house guest.”

The five wizards mumbled between each other, showing clearly their interest and their mounting anticipation. Lucius and Draco exchanged a knowing glance and smirked at each other. They would be receiving a handsome sum tonight for services rendered.

“Well gentlemen, without further ado, may I present,” Lucius paused and turned in his seat to the door in the far corner. “Harry Potter!” It was said not as an announcement but rather a command.

A young, frail and half-starved boy walked in dressed only in a knee-high length skirt. It was nearly transparent and the skinny legs were quite vivid along with a small thatch of black pubic hair. The wizards gasped their surprise before quickly changing their expressions into hunger and lust.

Necromancer McInllay stared at the youth trying to decide if this shadow of a boy was in fact Harry Potter. He had never seen The Boy-Who-Lived in person, but had seen several photos of him years ago. He did have jet-black hair. It hung lifeless, passed his lowered eyes, blocking his curse scar - if indeed there was one. It was hard to believe that this small-framed boy was at least twenty.

“Potter, come here!” Lucius ordered and the small wizard scurried next to him, kneeling at his feet.

The blond took hold of his hair and yanked his head back, exposing the famous scar. The wizards gasped again.

“As you can see, I did not lie,” he sneered with arrogance. “Perhaps you fine gentlemen would care to see what our young friend can do?”

The older wizards nodded their approval, anxiously awaiting which one of them would be lucky enough to be the first.

“Mr. Nott. Would you care to start the evening?”

Theodore Nott grinned at his former classmate, Draco, and nodded. “Yes, Mr. Malfoy. I would be honoured.”

A disappointed murmur within the room caused Lucius to clear his throat to silence them.

“Gentlemen, please. The night is only beginning. There will plenty of time for each and every one of you.”

The wizards nodded happily and intently watched as Potter was forced to his feet and pushed in the direction of the ex-Slytherin. He quickly complied and knelt in front of the young wizard, sitting back on his haunches. His head remained lowered and he awaited further instruction. Nott looked over to Lucius.

“What does he do, sir?”

The two Malfoys smirked. “Anything you wish, Mr. Nott.”

Theodore smiled and clenched Harry’s chin and roughly pulled it up. “Well well, Potter. Never in a million years would I have guessed the famous Boy-Who-Lived would turn up as a whore."

If the cruel taunt affected Potter, he didn’t show it. Nott gripped tighter causing a small groan from the skinny youth. He leaned down and whispered in Harry’s ear.

“You can start by sucking me, Potter,” he hissed softly.

As soon as his words left his mouth, Harry rose to his knees and slowly unfastened the boy’s trousers. Theodore sat back and watched in amazement as his former enemy carefully freed his erection and began to lick the top of his cock. Nott raised his hips and Potter helped him pull his pants and trousers down to his ankles. Without hesitation, Harry went back to his task.

Theodore leaned into back of the chair and closed his eyes, letting the sensations wash over him. Potter gently stroked his cock as he slid his tongue up and down Nott’s shaft before sucking the glans in and out of his mouth. Nott dug his fingers into the arms of the chair.

“More, Potter. Take it all,” he growled.

Harry lowered his mouth till his nose was buried in the dark brown prickly hair. He rose back up, gliding his tongue up along the large protruding vein and then back down again.

“Faster, Potter,” the boy said in a deep breath escaping his lips.

The Boy-Who-Lived picked up the rhythm, pursing his lips as tight as he could. Theodore ran his fingers through the youth’s mop and latched on.

“I said faster!”

Pulling on his hair, Nott violently shoved his dick deep inside Harry’s mouth and began to brutally face fuck him. Faster and faster he went, each time going a little deeper down Harry’s throat. The black-haired youth held onto Theodore’s legs, not to pull away, but to keep himself steady. Saliva was flowing out of the sides of Harry’s mouth and he was finding it more difficult to breathe. He started gagging which only caused the wizard to ram in harder.

“Fuck, Potter!”

The excited youth couldn’t hold out any longer. He shoved his cock in as far as he could go and held Harry in place as he came down his throat. He kept Potter impaled until the tremors had passed then threw Harry off, causing him to crash to the floor with a thud. The other wizards applauded loudly and some even cheered.

“Brilliant!”

“Magnificent!”

“Bravo!”

Lucius and Draco sat back comfortably, amused by their slave’s performance. Three years had done wonders in Potter's ability. The only one who wasn’t amused was Necromancer John McInllay. He sat quietly, disgusted by the obscene spectacle. Fortunately, the two Malfoys didn’t notice.

Harry was ushered over to an older Death Eater who had a different venue for the broken youth. He twisted Harry around, holding his arm curled tightly behind his back. He ripped off the flimsy skirt and shoved his wand into Harry’s anus. The boy yelped once but immediately clenched his mouth tightly. When the wizard pulled the long wood out, ooze ran out with it. His fingers clamped onto Harry’s bony hip, squeezing it hard enough for him to cry out again.

Having his trouser zip already pulled down, the older wizard thrusted Harry backwards, forcing him to straddle the man’s legs. In one swift movement, the man plunged his enormous cock inside. Because Harry was not properly stretched, he screamed out loud, sending waves of electricity throughout the older wizard’s body. He jerked Harry’s arm up higher on his back, causing another scream from the boy. The man waved his wand and Harry’s arm was released from the wizard’s death grip, but it stayed firmly in place. Now that both of his hands were free, he pulled Harry completely off and then slammed back into his bleeding hole. He continued forcing himself deeper and deeper, watching Harry’s legs flailing helplessly into the air all the while.

Lucius cleared his throat once again and the other Death Eaters turned their attention over to the blond. He started a conversation up regarding the current politics within the wizarding world and the others soon joined in, glancing over once in a while at the violent assault.

After fifteen minutes, the older wizard let out a howl and his fingers clawed down Harry’s chest. Like Nott, after his orgasm subsided, he tossed Harry onto the floor like a discarded piece of rubbish. The broken boy sat on his hips, his legs curled off to the side, panting heavily. Draco stood, walked over to him and bent over.

“Having fun yet, Potter?” he chuckled.

The other wizards laughed but Harry kept his head firmly lowered. Draco straightened back up and undid his zip.

“Watch what else our little slut can do,” he said, addressing the other wizards.

He pulled out his limp cock and pushed it into Harry’s mouth who instantly sealed his lips around it and waited. Draco pulled back so his cock rested on the flat of Harry’s tongue. The blond yanked Harry’s head back, opening his mouth wider. He sighed deeply and closed his eyes. At once, a full stream of urine poured out and ran steadily down Harry’s throat who in return, swallowed every drop. Draco shivered once then looked down at him and smiled.

“Clean me, Potter.”

Harry rose to his knees and licked away the few remains of Draco's piss from the tip. The blond patted his head and looked back to his guests.

“Feel free to do the same, gentlemen. Potter's used to it. He does this four or five times a day.” The other wizards smiled wickedly. “Along with licking us clean after we shit,” he mused, giving Harry another pat on the head.

Draco walked back over to his chair and sat down. He waved his wand at Harry and whispered the scouring charm at him along with a healing spell.

“Good as new, gentlemen.”

Soon, Harry was passed from wizard to wizard, performing exactly what he was ordered to do. Some of them fist-fucked him whilst others used the Cruciatus Curse whilst they raped him. Others decided it would be fun to take Harry at the same time, strangling his flaccid penis and his balls in their strong hands in the process. Through it all, Harry never once protested, complained, or even fought back. When it was Necromancer McInllay’s turn, he passed and Harry was once again forced to suck, fuck or anything else the other wizards demanded.

After four long hours, McInllay had had enough. He stood abruptly and headed to the door without saying a word. Lucius jumped off his chair immediately, waving his hand at Draco to stay. He followed the Magus out of the room and stopped him by a light tap on his shoulder.

“Is there a particular reason you are leaving so soon, Mr. McInllay?” he drawled angrily.

John slowly turned to face him. He glanced back into the room then back to the aristocrat.

“That is not Harry Potter,” he stated flatly.

Lucius laughed. “Are you blind? Of course it’s Harry Potter. Why on earth would you think otherwise?”

Necromancer McInllay narrowed his eyes. “Boy! Come here!” he ordered Harry.

Immediately, Harry hobbled painfully over to him and stood obediently in front of him. He had not been healed yet from his latest torture. The Magus raised the boy’s head with a finger planted firmly under his chin.

“Look at me, boy.”

Lucius chuckled. “My apologies. Potter has been trained not to make any type of eye contact.”

McInllay frowned. “Did you not hear me, boy?” he spat. “I said look at me!”

Malfoy sighed. “Do as he says, Potter. You won't be punished.”

Slowly and timidly, Harry raised his eyes and looked into the Necromancer’s. John studied him carefully. His eyes were no longer full of life.

“Who are you, boy?”

No reply.

Lucius sighed again. “Answer him, Potter. Do anything he asks.”

Harry blinked. “My name is Harry Potter, sir,” he whispered in a hoarse voice. Obviously, he hadn’t spoken in a long time. Apart from screaming that is.

The Magus raised an eyebrow. “How did you come to be here, boy?”

Harry paused briefly. “My name is Harry Potter, sir. I was captured by Lord Voldemort before he was destroyed and was given to Lucius and Draco Malfoy as compensation for Narcissa Malfoy.”

His words were emotionless, along with his expression and his dull tone. Necromancer John McInllay shook his head and looked back at Lucius Malfoy.

“As I said, this is not Harry Potter.”

He released Harry’s chin, turned around and walked over to the main doors.

“How dare you! Are you calling me a liar?” Lucius spat.

John spun on his heels and marched back over.

“That,” he sneered, pointing at Harry, “is not Harry Potter. He may have been three years ago, but he is not anymore. Now he is but a ghost of his former self. Look at him, Mr. Malfoy,” he hissed. “The thing that made this boy Harry Potter is no longer there. He has no mind of his own. He has no feelings or emotions except pain. He is nothing like the true Harry Potter save his looks. That boy is as dead as the rumours have proclaimed him to be.” He paused to take a deep breath. “Now if you don’t mind, I have more important things to do then to watch a nameless boy being tortured for the sheer pleasure of resembling someone who no longer exists.”

Necromancer McInllay turned once again to leave. Lucius Malfoy glanced over to Harry then back to the retreating figure.

“And what do you propose I should do with him? Kill him?” Lucius sneered.

The Magus turned around for the last time.

“You’ve already done that, Mr. Malfoy. You’ve received your trophy. You’ve claimed your prize and have used him well.” He looked up to the dead animals hanging on the walls. “Stuff him, Mr. Malfoy. Put his head on a frame and show him off that way. Frankly, I couldn’t care less.”

There was a deadly silence as Necromancer John McInllay left Malfoy Mansion. One week later, he received word from Miss Hermione Granger and Mr. Ronald Weasley that Harry Potter was found naked, lying in front of the entrance of St. Mungo's.


THE END

ROEDHUNT
2005