212A/N: Here we go again. Fair Warning: This Chapter is M rated.
Chapter - 10
Roughly Two hundred miles away from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was a very old and opulent manor. No one knew the exact location or even the direction of the manor from the ancient school though, as it had been marked unplottable by the greatest dark wizard of the century. The lush green fields laying open in all the directions and the beautiful dancing peacocks did nothing to do away with the silent and creepy atmosphere emanating from the master bedroom on the third floor western wing. Lucius Malfoy had been kind enough to vacate the entire floor for his master's comfort.
Adjacent to the bedroom was a study and diametrically opposite to it was the potion's lab. Adjacent to this potions lab was the ETAD Room. While his death eaters could only guess what was in this room, Lord Voldemort knew that it was empty of anything materialistic. Magic though, that was something the room reeked of. Dark magic that could corrupt one's soul flowed through its walls. While one could always find a door to go inside the ETAD room, coming out wasn't an easy feat. Few of his men found this out the wrong way and the rest made it a point to avoid it at all costs. ETAD room, in fact, was one of the dark lord's finest creations. His life-long desire, one of the few he had yet to realize. ETAD, of course, stood for 'Eternal Torture for Albus Dumbledore'. Corny, yes, but even Voldemort had his guilty pleasures.
To Voldemort's eternal dismay, Dumbledore was yet to grace the room with his presence. But today, he had decided not to be picky. For today, he had the headmaster's little boy wonder, the elusive Harry Potter himself.
Voldemort laughed as he opened the door to the special room designed for Albus Dumbledore's remaining days and flicked his wand to throw the floating coffin containing a half dead Harry Potter inside. Harry Potter wouldn't feel a thing under the effects of the draught but the room's aura would surely help in chaining his mind all the more tighter, should he somehow gain even a wisp of consciousness.
Voldemort, as usual, underestimated Harry Potter.
Albus Dumbledore smacked his hand on the mirror in front of him, uncaring of either the blood that now reddened his carpet, or the man who promptly took out a vial of potion and moved it in his direction.
"Hurting yourself would achieve nothing, Headmaster," said Snape.
"Quiet Severus," snapped Dumbledore.
It was quite unlike of Dumbledore to snap at Severus Snape in such a way, but the news his young friend had brought him was nothing short of a disaster he never wished to witness in his lifetime. Harry…abducted…tortured…maimed.
Dumbledore rubbed his eyes together. It was all happening too fast. His plans were slow, long term measures involving mechanics so carefully thought out that no one but himself could be positive of the results. And Dumbledore believed the world was a better place for them.
But this. This.
This wasn't part of his plans. Voldemort knew Harry was a Horcrux. Voldemort wanted to keep Harry alive, if only barely. Voldemort had literally broken Harry. Ant to top it all, the Order wasn't ready. He just could not afford a full frontal attack on Malfoy Manor however much he wished to do exactly that.
Only a moment passed, but for Dumbledore, it must have been a lifetime when he spoke. "Call Sirius."
It was Snape's turn to snap. "What do you want the mutt for?"
The headmaster closed his eyes and with great effort kept himself under control. "He is everything Harry has Severus and same goes the other way. Sirius deserves to know. Now do as I say."
Snape's face looked pinched but he acquiesced. It was only a moment before he took his head back out of the fireplace. "He is not at the headquarters," he said.
Dumbledore sighed, and turned towards his newly born phoenix. "Where is he then?"
To most wizards who went to Hogwarts, their years started not with the school itself but with shopping for the endless list of supplies that came with their letters. Diagon Alley suited their needs just fine in this regard and they had no need to look beyond.
But Diagon surely wasn't the only alley for the wizarding folks of London. The darker ones; thieves, rapists and murderers, and elves gone rogue, werewolves and vampires, or the elite who wished to remain inconspicuous; basically anyone who wanted anything that would look improper in decent society went to Knockturn instead.
'If you don't find it in Diagon, turn left,' they said. 'Everything has a price, but you'll find Everything.'
Just two blocks down the road in Knockturn was a whorehouse. Unlike the other budding businesses in the Alley which preferred their buildings to be shabby and dingy to give them a gothic feel and ensnare dubious characters, Madam Alana's was as pristine and shiny as one could be. The white marble flooring, a hallway wide enough for a dozen fat men to walk languidly and a stunning blond with see-through clothes behind the reception.
The lady, the owner in fact, was there to note down any particular service requests one had and match them with viable options before allotting the desired rooms, or to some old customers, point out the direction of their own pre-booked keeps.
It was everything the Malfoys and Notts of the world cared for.
This was the place where the scions of the above two mentioned families found themselves a day after the abduction of one Harry James Potter. It was Junior Malfoy's fifteenth birthday after all.
Draco sighed nervously as he stood ten paces away from the reception, eyeing the blond greedily.
"Nervous, Malfoy?" Nott asked.
Malfoy glared. "As if you weren't a wreck before your father brought you to this place…"
"Was I?" Nott laughed. "No, I don't think so. I was super confident of my downbuddy unlike you. Notts are as virile as they come."
"Shut up."
"I thought the same of the Malfoys as well, but I guess I was wrong."
"Shut up Nott," growled Malfoy, "or I'll take your so called virility and shove it so far down your throat that none of the whores here would be able to find it back for you."
Nott raised his hands. "All right, all right. Can we just move already and get ourselves some…and remember, be respectful."
"Sure…"
They reached the reception and Malfoy felt himself feeling a little jealous of the way Nott was treated by the receptionist cum owner of the premise. "Lord Nott, we welcome you back in our humble abode."
She couldn't be more than thirty. Fair, blonde and just about the same height as Draco himself. He couldn't help but stare at the glossy red lips or the pointed perks hidden behind the soft transparent fabric on the voluptuous woman.
Nott took her hand and kissed the back of it. "I am not yet a Lord, my gorgeous lady. And may I please introduce you, dear Alana, to the future Lord Malfoy here."
"Of course," said Alana turning to face Malfoy, "who else could it be but him? My pleasure, Lord Malfoy."
Malfoy knew he wasn't his father but the words made him feel a little lightheaded, especially when they were spoken in such a seductive tone.
"What would my Lords want today?" Malfoy heard her say.
"I would trust you to know my preferences by now," Nott replied, "but is Keira available by any chance?"
"Of course, My Lord. And for you, Mr. Malfoy?"
Before Malfoy could open his mouth, Nott spoke for him. "Ah. It's his first time…just give him someone who is gentle, slow and isn't too disappointed by the end."
"Of cours-"
"I can speak for myself Nott," Malfoy interrupted, gritting his teeth, and turned to the receptionist after making up his mind. "I want you."
Alana smiled and cocked an eyebrow. "I am flattered, Lord Malfoy. As it happens, I work only in the position of a manager here. We do have a great catalogue though and my girls will provide you with more care and comfort than I possibly can. You see-"
"No, I want to fuck you whore."
Nott's eyes widened. "That is not the language we use here Draco, I told you."
"Did you, Lord Nott," said Alana with a new tint in her voice, and a straightened back. "He is a well-bred pureblood after all."
"Name your price," continued Malfoy, leering.
"Draco, you should apologize-"
"My my…aren't you a wealthy little hunk, willing to throw your money around like that?" asked Alana, with a predatory smile. "Let me think…hmmm…I shall provide myself…free of cost in fact…just for you. You may use me as you wish and as long as you wish, but I have a small condition…"
Nott's eyes widened. "Alana, forgive him. He doesn't know you. Malfoy, she is -"
"Shut up, Nott," Malfoy growled. "I don't care. I want her. What's your condition?"
"Just that I will use you afterwards, for as long as I wish, and it will be long, until I am spent…Think well young lord. I doubt you could handle the likes of me. Your father failed…"
"You dare," hissed Malfoy.
"Malfoy-"
"Ah, you are quick to anger, Draco," said Alana, tracing one of her finger-nails along Malfoy's cheek. "Are you sure you are patient enough to fulfill my desires?"
"You are but a whore woman. I'll show you your place soon enough," answered Malfoy, furious.
"Very well. If you'll just follow me to my chambers, Lord Malfoy. Lord Nott, Keira will be here in a moment…"
"Alana-"
"Don't worry, my Lord, I will bring him back in one piece…eventually, I should think."
"But-"
Alana took Malfoy's hand and guided him to the closest door nearby. As soon as they were gone, Nott threw up.
His Father will kill me.
Sirius Black, wearing a long coat and a cowl to mask his appearance, leaned against the damp wall to patiently wait for the boys to come out. To any observer, he would have seemed a casual guy smoking weed, but underneath he was boiling with rage and desperation.
Harry had been kidnapped. He had known before Dumbledore. Unbeknownst to Harry, Sirius had tasked Dobby to keep an eye on him for exactly such a scenario. He had expected the elf to save him in case of emergency but Voldemort had outwitted him.
Dobby had been hysterical for a long time and Sirius found himself running towards the gates of Malfoy Manor before some sane part of his psych pulled out a memory - the memory of him waking up in a damp cell in Azkaban prison for the first time - and stopped him from repeating old mistakes. His brashness and idiocy had cost him twelve years of misery and separation from his godson, more couldn't be allowed.
With the help of the portrait of Phineas Nigellus, he had confirmed that Harry was being held captive in Malfoy Manor and he was in no condition to pull off a runner on his own; but most importantly, he was alive. That was all that mattered, anything else could be dealt with.
Some specks of a plan had begun forming in his mind immediately but he knew Dumbledore wouldn't be thrilled, so it was better to not involve him.
And so here he was, outside the Knockturn Whorehouse to where Dobby had tailed the Junior DE. He desperately needed a Malfoy to enact his plan, after all.
An hour later, Sirius watched as the Nott boy exited the building but with no sign of his buddy. To top it off, the boy seemed hurried and angry. Sirius debated with himself for a second but deemed it a necessary risk.
He let the boy pass him and as soon as he did, Sirius pulled him up by the scruff of his neck and put him against the wall. "Where is Malfoy?" he growled, in a voice much heavier than usual.
"Who-o a-are you?" the boy asked, flailing uselessly. "Leave me."
Sirius put the tip of his wand against his neck. "I will not ask again boy. Where is Malfoy?"
Nott gulped. "Okay, okay. Madam Alana took him to her chambers."
"What? But she-"
"I know, I know, alright. But the pompous fool insulted her and –"
Sirius had heard enough. He obliviated Nott of any knowledge of Malfoy's whereabouts and sent him on his way.
This complicates matters, He thought. And makes them simpler as well.
Sirius moved to meet Madam Alana, after a very long time.
Draco Malfoy would be lying if he said that he didn't feel good. He did. He felt absolute ecstasy for the first few times. The whore did everything he wanted before he could say it and he felt like the lord of the world, not just a lord, the Lord. She was his bitch and he will bend her. And going by the noises she was making, she seemed to be enjoying it a lot too.
It was great while it lasted.
Afterwards, he had just wanted to lay down and rest for a bit...but she wouldn't let him. So he allowed her to play with him some more. He was in a forgiving mood after her pleasing performance in bed for his official first time. Nott had no idea but he had experimented a little with Pansy last year. She was nowhere near the whore.
So Malfoy let her do as she liked, as she pulled him, sucked him, bit him and one time, slapped him on his butt of all places. After a while, he got really tired.
But then too, she wouldn't let him rest.
So he objected and tried to throw her off him. But she wouldn't budge. Her strength seemed too much and his too little. He was surprised to find, as she kept him in place, all the while jumping up and down on his body. More than her perfect breasts, he watched her mouth and her eyes. She was grinning madly and her pupils kept on dilating like a cat, and Draco felt frightened.
"Move away, will you? I am done."
In answer, she growled. Actually, truly, growled. And Draco watched the now visible pointy canines on either side of her mouth. He also couldn't help but notice that her nose and ears became a bit pointy. She then bit him on his neck, not at all softly, and he whimpered. What the hell?
Sirius entered the building he knew oh so well from his young days and walked towards the reception. As he already knew, Alana wasn't there but instead some other witch named Diana.
"I'd like to meet Alana," he said.
"I apologize, sir. But Madam is away for the time being. I don't know when she'll be back."
Sirius sighed. "I know she is inside toying with the Malfoy heir. Tell him Padfoot asks for her. She knows me."
Diana looked at him, up and down, seemed to make up her mind and moved towards the door. She knocked twice, came back, sent a spell towards the door and then did nothing.
Sirius waited and a couple of minutes later, Alana opened the door and for the briefest of seconds, he heard someone screaming his throat raw, but he ignored it with the practiced ease of being a former Azkaban inmate.
"Padfoot, so great to see you…and after so long too…" greeted Alana, as she came forward and gave him a tight hug. "I thought you'd never visit."
Sirius smiled and allowed her to lead him to a private space. Alana was a friend, an old friend. Old in the sense that she was old, very old, though she didn't look that way. She was also a succubus, a creature of sex and frenzy with a pride fiercer than a hippogriff, and so the Malfoy boy had literally fucked himself up.
The whole of Knockturn knew what she was and so everyone respected her, until Malfoy. The boy really should have known.
"I thought so too, but you started eating my meat. Looking into young boys now, are we?"
Alana laughed, threading her hands behind his neck. "Oh no. It's been a long time since someone showed interest in me. That's all."
"As if."
"I hope you are free tonight…"
Sirius sighed. "Afraid not. Just…how long can you keep him?"
Alana raised an eyebrow. "As long as you wish. He is my bitch. What is this about again?"
"Voldemort kidnapped my godson and he's in Malfoy Manor. I have to break in…"
"Oh Sirius. And are you going to do this alone?"
"Yes…I am afraid."
"Can I do something?" She asked with genuine concern in her voice.
"I need to see the boy, get something out of his head and umm…and some of his hair too."
"Of course. Come with me…I should also give you something that should help your godson…Harry Potter…when you meet him. But only if you promise to bring him to me someday."
Sirius grinned. "I think he'll like you…"
Meanwhile, Harry Potter was wide awake in his very own coffin.
As it happened, Dark Lord Voldemort had a number of small but significant gaps in his knowledge regarding his young nemesis. While he had an idea that his diary had been destroyed and the great serpent of Slytherin was killed by a twelve-year-old Harry Potter, his knowledge did not go into details. Details such as the one that Harry was actually bitten by the said serpent and that alongside the serpent's poison, the tears of a phoenix also ran in his blood.
That he was effectively immune to any and all poisons, much to the exasperation of his future ex-wife in another life.
That The Draught of Living Death too was technically a poison, and so, it had no effect on Harry Potter whatsoever.
His spine though was another matter entirely. Pain, so great that the cruciatus would seem a tickle in comparison, racked his entire body. He could feel his magic fighting to keep him alive. He could also feel it failing as another magic, much darker and deeper, fought to get him under its control. He could feel his mind going numb and jerk awake in a never ending cycle. He felt hot and cold at the same time, as if he was trapped in a great lake of ice but it was hot molten lava in there and not water.
He could feel the burning chains of fire hitting him from all directions and scraping his skin from his flesh. He was running but it was not solid ground that he felt, but needles, thousands and thousands of tiny needles, wounding his legs and bleeding him to death, and also keeping him alive but only just.
He could feel the dementors, not one but ALL, everywhere he looked… sucking his soul, tearing it apart and giving it back to him only to take it before it reached him. He could feel being one of the inferi in a great lake, lying awake and waiting for any intruders for years to come. He could feel the thestrals eating his flesh as he himself tore it and gave it to them and gradually was left with nothing except bones.
He could see Death in all its glory, grasped in one hand his Scythe adorned with a skull bearing a lightning bolt scar on its forehead, mocking him and his fruitless life. He could feel him getting violated by a gaggle of death eaters as they ripped him apart one by one, one piece at a time. He could feel Bellatrix Lestrange killing him and throwing him into the Veil where he fell in an ocean of liquid fire and drowned.
He could feel it all at once.
But he could not scream. He could only watch the nothingness and feel the pain.
"Sirius…"
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