Lost but Never Forgotten

Lost but Never Forgotten
Chapter 1

Dumbledore was dead. His teacher and most beloved mentor was dead. Snape and Malfoy had seen to that. The Weasleys had been taken away from their own home and forced into slavery. Hermione had been killed because of her muggle-born qualities. Muggles were being killed left and right. Voldemort and his Death Eaters were making sure every muggle-born and muggle was disposed of.

That brought it down to him, Harry Potter, the boy who failed. He was beaten and broken. Harry had been captured by the Dark Lord before he had even started looking for him. Lying in a dark dirty cell, Harry knew the Dark Lords plans for him. He was to become a slave to the Dark Lord and Draco Malfoy. He had endured horrible torture and pain, but when Voldemort, himself, told him his doom he knew it was no good. There was nothing more he could do. The Dark Lord would have his way with him before he could even try to escape not that he though about it at all.

And so he sat feeling sorry for himself. Exhaustion torn at his consciousness, begging for him to sleep and drift into a world Harry knew would be full of nightmares. The eerie darkness of the cell was only inducing the magnifying ache in his heart and soul. His eyes began to flutter in a vain attempt to stay conscious. He was so tired he barely acknowledges the door opening.

“Hello, Potter. How have you been?” sneered a familiar voice.

“Malfoy.”

“So you remember me. I feel so privileged to know that the famous Harry Potter knows my name.” Harry gave him a weak glare being too tired to do much else. Malfoy moved forward so that he was right in front of Harry and squatted down. He reached out his hand to Harry’s chin and caressed it in a fake gesture of kindness.

“Shut up, Malfoy. Your voice gives me a headache.” Venom laced his voice.

SLAP

Malfoy slapped Harry right in the face leave a red mark that was sure to bruise. The treatment managed to stop the dream world from taking him to a better (if there is such a thing) darkness.

“I don’t like that tone,” a now grinning Malfoy said as he stood. “Is that how you speak to your master? This will not be acceptable in the future.” Two bigger Death Eaters became present in the doorway. “I guess you will have to be punished for your insolence.” He motioned for the two Death Eaters to enter the room as he left. After whispering instruction to them, Malfoy left the room to who knows where.

The Death Eaters rounded on Harry, grabbing his shoulders. Harry struggled though it was a rather useless thing to do. He was just too physically tired to actually cause any harm. Despite the feeble struggling, the Death Eaters still saw it fit to fling him to the floor and repeatedly kick him in the gut until Harry was no longer able to give a fight. They half-dragged, half-shoved him out of the stone room. The rest of the journey was a blur to Harry for he drifted into unconsciousness just seconds after he was shoved into a car.

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Harry was on his Firebolt playing Quidditch with his best friend Ron and his brothers. Fred and George had just pitched a nasty Bludger at Bill who barely moved away in time. Harry was up above not really paying attention the where the Snitch was. He was simply enjoying the looks Fred and George gave Bill for dodging their Bludger. Ron was laughing as Hermione, who had been watching this whole time, ducked to avoid being Bludgered herself He was snapped out of his gaze as Bludger headed towards him successfully hitting him in the chest and sending him flying off his broom.

Thankfully he was low to the ground so he was not injurer too badly be the fall and there was not all that much pain in his chest either. A very concerned Hermione ran to his side as Ron landed a couple feet away laughing his head off. Hermione rounded on him with rage in her eyes.

“What is the matter with you, Ron? Harry could be hurt.”

“Hurt! By what, one of Georges feeble Bludger hits.”

“Even if Georges Beater training is worthless, Harry still fell off his broom.” She continued yelling at Ron for lack of concern.

“Hey, guys, I’m really quite alright,” whispered Harry in an attempt to break up the argument.

“It doesn’t matter if you’re alright. You could have been seriously hurt.”

“Give it a rest Hermione. Harry said he was alright, so he’s alright. End of story.”

“No it is not. You still laughed at him.”

His two best friends continued to argue about a stupid thing. Bill came up behind him and whispered in his ear.

“Those two should be married. The already bicker like a married couple.” His voice was just loud enough for Ron and Hermione to hear.

“What it that suppose to mean, Bill?” yelled an exasperated Ron.

“Oh, nothing, just that you two opt to be married is all. No offence.”

Bill was now officially in an argument with Ron. Harry watched with a smile on his face as the show continued. He had come to learn that when you were with the Weasleys there was never a dull moment, but of course, it was the same with Harry. So many ups and downs in his life had led him here for the last time. In a years time he would be old enough to be on his own. Then, and only then, would he begin to seek out Voldemort.

Tired he shut his eyes for a moment until he heard the screaming of another voice.

“Kids come back inside now. Something terrible is happening.” Mrs. Weasley was frantic barely able to catch her breath. Harry ran to her and, in a futile attempt to calm her, he whispered.

“Mrs. Weasley it is alright. It can’t be all that bad.” Harry was not only trying to convince Mrs. Weasley but also himself.

“No, you don’t understand. Look.” She pointed at the clock on the mantle that showed the status of every Weasley in the family. The hand that was Mr. Weasley’s was pointed at Mortal Peril. The hand was also quivering violently. It was as if the hand was about to burst.

“He’s got him. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has gotten him.” Harry looked back at the clock in terror as the hand convulsed fiercely then suddenly dropped to indicate that Mr. Weasley was dead. Mrs. Weasley was in hysterics.

“No. It can’t be. He can die. Arthur, you can’t leave me.” She had collapsed on the floor in tear of utter angst. Ron and his brothers were also horror struck. Bill knelt next to his mother in a sign of comfort, but if failed miserably as Mrs. Weasley just became more and more frantic.

Harry could feel himself falling into darkness.

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Harry awoke to find himself lying in a very comfortable bed. He must have been asleep of hours because he felt a lot better. He was no longer on the verge of consciousness. Now he was just bone sore and bruised. He sat up on the edge of the bed and looked around the room he was in. It was nicely furnished in the colors of green, silver, and black. Black walls were garnished with two extravagant paintings of dark caves that seem to go on forever. Green and silver curtain hid what he suspected to be a window. The bed he was sitting on was adorned in sheets of the darkest blacks. Silver stitching was sewn in to imitate the appearance of snakes.

Harry was still looking around the room when he heard the door open to reveal an elegantly dressed Malfoy. He seemed have been to some kind of meeting or party, for he was in a suspiciously good mood.

“Well, well, well. Look, who is finally awake,” Malfoy smiled at him, but the smile was hardly what you would call pleasant.

“What do you want, Malfoy, and why am I here?”

“That is a very stupid question, Potter. What I want is simple.” Malfoy closed the space between him and Harry placing his hands on ether side of Harry’s legs. “You belong to me, Potter, so I will make you mine.” Harry could barely breathe. Malfoy was going to take him right here, right now.

Immediately after Malfoy said those words Harry began to struggle out of Malfoy’s reach only to discover it being just as useless as before. Malfoy grabbed him by the neck and forced his lips onto Harry’s while getting on top of the squirming Harry succeeding in pushing him down onto the mattress. The kiss was rough filled with absolutely no love. Harry was beginning to panic at the situation. Malfoy was on top of him ready to rape him and there was nothing he could do about it because his body was still not fully recovered from the brutal beating he had acquired earlier.

Malfoy was undoing Harry’s shirt practically ripping it off his chest. Harry’s hands found Malfoy’s and in an attempt to make him stop grabbed them away from his skin. He regretted this move severely when Malfoy pulled his hands out of Harry’s grasp to slap him across the face.

“Now, there will be none of that.”

Malfoy grabbed Harry’s hands and slammed them above his head holding them there with one hand. With the other hand he proceeded to rid himself of his own shirt and pants so that he was only wearing black boxers. Then he took Harry’s mouth again in a bruising kiss.

Harry was too panicked to noticed his hands being tied to the head board with a pair of sleek metal cuffs that where too tight. He only noticed when he flicked his wrist just slightly and the metal cut into his wrist drawing blood. Green eyes widened with fear when Malfoy began to remove his pants and boxers. Malfoy smirked at the sight of Harry’s swollen cock.

“Well, this is interesting to say the least, Potter,” he said as his hand traveled to Harry’s burning yet reluctant erection to grip it too tightly. Harry screamed in agony at having his penis strangled by Malfoy was having so much pleasure in doing.

“Music to my ears, Potter.” He began to pump Harry recklessly. “Let’s see just how many times I can make you scream.”

Harry didn’t know what was more painful: Malfoy’s torturous grip or the fact that he liked what was being done to his body. Enjoyment was one of the things he knew he should not be feeling right now. This was the man that killed Hermione for God’s sake. He could only whimper at the thought.

“What’s that matter, Potter, can’t get enough?” He was close. “Maybe I’ll be merciful enough to give you more.” So close when Malfoy stopped pumping him to rid himself of his pants leaving his aching member begging for release. Harry’s eyes widened then closed in anticipated pain at the sheer size of Malfoy’s cock. It was huge.

“Please…” he whimpered

“I’m sorry. What was that?” Malfoy leaned in close to Harry’s shut eyes. When Harry didn’t answer, he grabbed the back of his neck roughly enough to make Harry open his eyes in pain and shock. “Answer me!”

“P-Please no.”

SLAP

Harry’s cheek burned from the pain of Malfoy’s hand colliding with his face.

“I won’t stop until you are screaming for your life.”

With that last thought Malfoy shoved himself all the way into Harry causing an ear-splitting scream to burst from the boy’s lips. No missing a beat Malfoy continued to pull himself out and ram his member continuously into Harry practically splitting his victim in half. Harry’s screams never ceased throughout the entire night. Blood drenched the sheets by the time Malfoy grew tired. Malfoy pulled out of the now broken boy roughly and gave him another hard kiss before drifting to sleep next to the still tied up Harry.

Blood covered Harry’s arms from the shackles that held him to this damned bed. Blood and semen caked his legs from the rape he had just been forced to endure. All the pain and blood loss brought darkness to his eyes, but it was very welcomed to the sixteen year old boy who had failed miserably.

TBC

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