A.N. Warnings: Rape, Torture, Incest, Edgy unstable MC.

Part 1.

The Ritual

Harry laid on the floor of the Room of Requirement. He could have asked the room to provide a bed for him, but his mind was filled with far too many fears and questions to think about comfort.

Voldemort was back.

Harry had been present at the ritual site along with his twin brother Noah. The Dark Lord's resurrection was easily one of the scariest things he ever witnessed. The memory of his hairless pale body rising from the cauldron, his spindly limbs moving with snake-like grace, and his unamused gaze was forever etched in his mind. He could still perfectly remember those cold red slitted eyes.

"I have nothing against you, Harry Potter. But you're a Potter, and just for that you've to die. I can't let two boys who are notorious for my downfall keep on breathing. Such a Shame. You're not even the reason for my supposed death. Such a shame. I see so much of myself in you. Both of us lived as unwanted orphans. Both of us are selfish and ambitious, and will do anything to be in power. Both of us will do anything to achieve our goals. Anything. And that's the best trait to have. Alas, your life is such a tragedy that you'll die before you tap into your potential."

But thankfully, Noah and he were able to use the portkey and get away safely from the graveyard. He still remembered Voldemort's furious scream when Noah summoned the cup and pulled his hand. Harry, for once, was thankful to his brother for the help. Yet, the years of bitterness and anger brewing inside him wouldn't go away that easily. He still despised his parents for leaving him. He still refused to hear their excuses. Even if there was somehow a valid reason, Harry couldn't forgive his family.

No words would be able to give meaning to his suffering. No reason will make his scars go away.

'I wish I had someone totally devoted to me. I wish I had someone so powerful at my side that even Voldemort wouldn't dare to look at me. I wish I had a true and loyal family who'd save me no matter what.' He thought wistfully.

He was startled when an ancient book dropped onto his chest. He picked it and sat up. It was a very slim and old book, hardly a dozen pages long. His eyes lit up with intrigue when he read the title.

'The Creation of Oizys.'

He couldn't believe his luck as he went through the book quickly, gaping at the vile knowledge hidden in it. But he wasn't going to waste this advantage just because it was unpleasant. He would use it. He would pay the price.

He silently thanked the Room of Requirement for the help.

When he finished reading the book, he became still and silent as a statue. The ritual was beyond dark. It was one of the evillest pieces of magic he had ever read about. If someone other than him would have read it, then they would have puked and fainted from witnessing such blasphemous words. They would have burnt the book to ensure that no one would come across such a sinister piece of work. But fortunately for Harry and unfortunately for a certain redhead woman, he would never let flimsy things like morals and humanity impede his ambition. He knew what he was going to do would be considered the most unholy and the most sinful by others, but he didn't care. He wanted, no, he needed a friend or a family with unquestionable and unshakeable loyalty to him. He wanted a powerful ally.

Harry allowed a sly smile to appear over his face.

'Just 15 days. That's all the time I need to bring my saviour into this world. It doesn't matter that I'm committing a great evil to vanquish the other. All that matters is my own safety. All that matters is my own life. And I'll do anything for that. Absolutely anything. I don't want to die. Heaven is comfort but it's still not living.' He monologued inside his head, trying to justify what was to come.


Lily Potter was anxious and scared when Noah announced that Voldemort was back. She was so frightened that she could barely sleep at night. She was so afraid that even her husband's loving embrace didn't improve her mood. Not even Noah's mischievous smiles in the mornings made her feel any better like they used to do.

The war was going to restart. Voldemort, the darkest wizard of their time, was going to spread his terror again. And if that wasn't enough trouble then her family's relationship with Harry still remained estranged. Harry still refused to talk to them. They had been trying to talk to him for years, but his stubborn nature hadn't thawed. Even after the resurrection of Voldemort, he refused to come to them. She had cried and sobbed for days, but he remained unaffected by her sorrow and her tears. She had wanted to tell him that there was a valid reason for dropping him at the Dursleys. But he always walked away with a derisive scoff aimed at her before she could even explain herself.

She taught History at Hogwarts, so at least she had been able to observe him from afar. She had watched him with great interest and pride when he got sorted into Ravenclaw. She hadn't been able to hide her smile after seeing that. Harry was a very curious boy, his emerald eyes would sparkle whenever he saw something new. It always brought a smile to her face. And his placement didn't come off as much surprise.

But he had his vices too. She remembered how in his second year, Harry maimed a Slytherin fourth-year who had made fun of him. Lily had been the first at the site. And she had been appalled seeing Harry systematically break the bones of the screaming boy. What was more frightening was his face. His facial expression wasn't angry nor was it joyful. No, he was just apathetic as he tortured the boy. He was just intrigued by the misery of the wailing teenager.

She had to give him months of detention as punishment for that. In hindsight, that definitely didn't improve their relationship.

But that was all in the past. Right now, she was ecstatic, a letter arriving while she was alone in the Potter Manor, James and Noah both at the Grimmauld place, diligently training with Sirius.

She couldn't control the wide grin on her lips nor her eyes that were shedding happy tears.

Mrs. Potter,

I would like to try. I know we don't get along, but I sincerely wish to improve our relationship. The time's dark and I don't want to regret never trying. I don't want to die with that weight of 'what if?'on my chest. And death is a high possibility since Voldemort is back.

Come tonight at 9. I hope you'll be discreet and won't attract Petunia's attention. And please don't share the content of this letter with anybody else. I want to begin mending my relationship with you first because you were the most enthusiastic to accept me back in the First Year. I have other good surprises for Mr. Potter and Noah when their time comes. Don't ruin the surprises for them. I remind you again not to tell anyone else. I don't want to announce to the world that the wayward Potter's back in the family without confirming that it's the right decision or even a doable one. I don't want to give them false hope. Come tonight, we'll talk and hopefully you'll be able to persuade me to come back.

Good day… Mum.

Yours sincerely,


P.S. Burn the letter after you read it.


Harry was sitting on his bed patiently, waiting for Lily Potter. It was five minutes past 9. She was late by only a few minutes, and that was enough to annoy him.

A knock on the window brought his attention towards it. He slid open the glass window.

Lily Potter slowly flew in over a broom. She hovered in his small room before climbing down and putting the broom leaning against the wall.

"Hello, Harry," She said nervously, looking at her estranged son. He shot her an unimpressed look before plopping down on his bed.

"Hello, Mrs. Potter. I'm surprised that you came. But you were always an optimistic one so I shouldn't be that surprised. Did you fly all the way here?" He commented dryly, staring at her, taking in her appearance.

She was wearing a black blouse and blue form-fitting jeans, her red hair wound in a tight bun. She usually wore robes or dresses, but jeans and trousers were best when riding a broom.

"No, I apparated near Privet Drive, and just used the broom to fly to the second floor where your room is. And about the question of me coming here, of course I'd come wherever and whenever you ask me to. You are my baby boy after all." She blushed, squirming in her place when Harry deadpanned at her.

"It's either too early or too late for 'baby boy', Mrs. Potter. I prefer you address me as Harry," He said coldly, enjoying making her uncomfortable.

"Sorry, Harry. I just got carried away," She mumbled, not meeting his chilly gaze.

"Come. Sit on my bed. No need to stand there like a post. I'll go bring you some water and snacks," He told her, getting on his feet, and walking towards the door.

"You don't have to do that. I'm fine. And please stop with 'Mrs. Potter' already and just call me mum or at least mother," She requested, looking at him longingly.

"Okay, mother. Then let's sit and talk. Forgive me if I sound unenthusiastic, but I don't really know how to talk to parents. Of course, that's not entirely my own fault." He smiled, baring his teeth, and retook his seat on the edge of the bed.

He patted the space beside him and Lily hurriedly plopped down beside him, ignoring the verbal jab.

"How are you?" She asked awkwardly, trying her best to start a conversation.

"Great," He replied with a shrug.

She scrunched her face at his monosyllabic reply.

"So, what's the real reason for calling me here? I doubt you called me so we'd have a tense and awkward conversation." She decided to get to the point, knowing that he wanted something from her. And she was fully prepared to provide him with anything if that would open up a chance for reconciliation.

Harry smiled triumphantly before getting up and stopping in front of her.

"You're right. I didn't call you for a heart-to-heart conversation, mother. Let me ask you then. Do you want our family to survive the coming war?" He questioned softly, leaning forward and cupping her face with his hands.

Lily's eyes widened in surprise at his statement.

"Of course. I'll try my best to keep our family together and protected." She nodded, enjoying his gentle gestures. It was the first time he had shown any affectionate side towards her.

She wished she could just hug him then and there, but past experiences had shown her that it would be a bad idea. Harry hated physical interactions, he vehemently hated hugs.

"Will you do anything for that goal?" He asked, his eyes gleaming with a strange emotion as his thumb caressed her soft lips. Lily stiffened at the light touch on her mouth. She quickly made herself relax. Harry was just being affectionate, nothing more. While prodding one's mother's lips with their thumbs wasn't the usual sort of affection, neither was it anything sexual. She should appreciate this side of her son. It was a very rare occurrence that Harry touched anybody.

She let him continue tracing his thumb on her pink lips.

"I will." She nodded with determination. It was true. At this point, she would even start killing Death Eaters to keep her small family safe.

Harry hummed in encouragement and dropped his hands to his sides.

Lily was glad. It was getting harder to not shiver and feel queasy while he was moving his finger on and around her mouth.

"I love that attitude of yours. Fortunately for you, I have a way out of this trouble. That's why I called you tonight. I have a special book. I thought I'd let you check that and guide me through that. This book will be our secret weapon," He declared, kneeling on the floor and pulling out his trunk from under the bed.

Lily watched him curiously as he opened the lock.

"Come in. It's an expandable trunk. It has a number of big rooms. Honestly, this trunk is my actual home. Although I don't particularly like your husband, I can't deny that I love the money he sends me every year. This particular trunk is the most expensive thing I own," Harry explained, walking into the opened trunk.

Lily silently followed him inside. As they both descended the stairs, the trunk snapped close. She stifled an urge to jump in surprise.

At the bottom of the stairs, there was a hallway with a number of rooms on either side.

She was glad for the lights and spaciousness of the trunk, or else she might begin to feel scared and claustrophobic. If she didn't know already then she might have mistaken this trunk for an actual house. It was really big and comfy, understanding why it was so expensive. It was a huge freaking house in a trunk. Of course, it was pricey.

She wished Harry had just returned to them instead of buying a house/trunk for himself.

"Here." He stopped in front of a door and opened it for her, waving at her to go first.

Lily shambled in quickly, followed by Harry, who closed the door behind him. As Lily gazed around the large room, an uneasy feeling began churning in her stomach.

The room was bare. There was nothing inside here. The floor was stony and there were no windows on the walls. If it wasn't for the artificial lights, she knew it would be the darkest room.

"Harry, why are we here?" She spoke up, getting alert and giving him a suspicious look.

Harry just smiled politely and pointed his wand at her.

Her heart stopped dead, and she instinctively trained her own wand at him.

"Sorry, mother. It's a necessary evil. But I wasn't lying. I'll save myself. I guess I'll also save you and the other Potters too. But this safety has a price. A stupidly high price that you'll never willingly pay. And that's why I had to deceive you to come here," He said abashedly.

Her wand hand trembled as she stared at her son.

"Then put the wand away, Harry. I'll listen to your plan and will even willingly sacrifice my life if you want. I don't want to fight you. Please don't make me do this." She begged.

"Oh, who said you could fight? You're mistaken. Inside the trunk, no one other than me is allowed to use their magic. You're basically a muggle right now. This is my kingdom. There's a reason this trunk cost all my savings. This is my ultimate safe space," He announced, spreading his hands.

Lily's breath caught in her throat as she checked his claim by chanting the spell 'Lumos'.

Her magic indeed wasn't working.

"Now, it's my turn. Somnus!" Harry whispered.

Lily was so dazed from the loss of her magic that she reacted too late.

She dropped on the floor when the spell hit her right on the face. And she was forced into a slumber.

Harry's steps echoed through the stony room as he sauntered up to her.

"It's time for work." He said to himself, picking up her sleeping body in bridal carry.


When Lily woke up, she found herself in a strange unprecedented situation.

She was still in the same room, but her position was changed, leaving her vulnerable.

She was standing in the dead centre of the room. Her arms were bound and pulled over her head. A metal chain's one end was attached to the handcuffs, and the other end was stuck to the ceiling, keeping her restrained-arms raised up.

She shook her hands but couldn't move them much. Taking a deep breath, she tried not to panic.

"Hello, mother. Good to see you're awake. Before you ask, you were unconscious just for a few minutes, the time I needed to arrange all this." Harry stepped away from the corner of the room where he was leaning against the wall.

He ambled towards her, halting before her.

She gave him a pleading look.

"Why, Harry? What're you trying to do? Did you bring me here just to hurt me or something? Do you hate me so much?"

"Hate you? No. I dislike you, I despise you, but I don't really hate you. Hating takes a lot of time and effort which I don't want to waste on you. Do you really think I'll kidnap you and shackle you just to get some revenge out of it? Heh. You don't know me if that's what you think. You're not here for that. It's not a revenge story. I'm not some stupid kid wanting to hurt mommy and daddy for abandoning me. You being here has a purpose. A very magnificent purpose. But I won't lie that this is not making my body tingle with excitement. Because honestly, I'll enjoy this. I'll savour this. Violence for the sake of violence and evil for the sake of evil is unproductive and a waste of time, but the reason for your tragedy will be far more important than just my pleasure. You'll give me something I always wanted. You'll give me safety from everything. You'll bring me salvation," Harry announced, pushing out his arms grandly.

"Are you going to kill me?" She asked despondently, not paying heed to his passionate ramblings.

"No, mother. You're going to survive this. You'll live, I promise you that. You're here for just 15 days. After that, I'll set you free." He smiled placidly, stepping forward and cupping her face.

Lily's eyes brightened with hope.


"I'm a boy of my word, mother. When I'm done, I'll free you. As I said earlier, I don't hate you. Your sudden kidnapping is due to your requirement for the ritual I'm going to perform. When the ritual is done, I won't need you anymore, and will gladly let you go," Harry said almost gently, caressing her face, the pad of his thumbs rubbing against her cheeks.

"Ritual?" She asked dumbly.

"Yes, a ritual. Now let's begin. The sooner it's done, the sooner you'll be able to go." He told her, his hands sliding from her face to her large chest, squeezing them softly.

She gave him a confused look, not totally comprehending her situation.

"Harry! What are you doing?" She yelled as he started unbuttoning her blouse.

Lily stepped back, away from his grasp. Her eyes were wide with terror as she stared at him.

"And here I was hoping you'd cooperate. Whatever. I don't need your willing aid." Harry sighed dramatically and waved his wand. Instantly, the chain holding her hands pulled up, dragging her whole body up.

She yelped in surprise and pain. The handcuffs were digging in her skin at the wrists.

She was now hanging from the chain by her hands, her toes not even reaching the stony floor.

"Now stay still. This ritual requires you to be naked. The less you fight, the less you'll waste your energy," Harry advised, resuming the unbuttoning of her blouse. Lily was too occupied with the pain in her wrists to fight him this time.

His fingers worked quickly, and a few seconds later, her blouse was totally open, baring her bra clad breasts to his sight.

"Hmm, how to remove your shirt since your hands are bound? Ahh! I wasted my time," He complained childishly to himself before tracing his wand on her shoulders, his wand working as a knife.

Her black blouse fell down on the ground in stripes.

He stepped back and gave an appreciative whistle.

"Damn! I always knew you were pretty, but never thought of you as a sexual object before. But now, seeing your huge round tits hidden beneath the silky black bra, I have to reconsider my view. You do have a nice pair of boobs."

"Harry! I'm your mother," She yelled, trying to burn him with her smouldering glare.

Instead of getting embarrassed, he chuckled in return.

"That's the crux of the matter, innit? This ritual specifically asks to use your own mother as the key. You wouldn't be here half naked if you weren't my mother. Now, you understand, don't you? This is not for vengeance or pleasure. It's all for the ritual. I needed you for the ritual and here you are," He explained smugly, cupping her big breasts, his fingers sinking in her softness.

She turned her head away, not wanting to gaze at her son's lust-filled eyes. She squirmed in the air, feeling uncomfortable as he molested her.

"Don't fight now. I'm going to take off your jeans. If you fight, you'll just waste our time," He warned, undoing the button on her jeans.

Instead of heeding his advice, Lily started kicking her legs, not wanting him to see her in knickers.

"Well, you're a stupid gryffindor after all. I should've expected it." He rolled his eyes, grabbing her thighs with both hands and pushing forward, until he was pressing himself between her legs, until her hips were clasped around his waist.

Lily abruptly stopped, her mouth agape as she felt her son's hard excitement on her pelvis.

"Harry… is that your erection?" She whispered.

"Of course. Why did you stop moving, woman? I was enjoying the grinding." Harry pouted mockingly, dry humping between the junction of her legs.

She tried to pull her legs away, but Harry kept them tightly wound his waist as he gyrated the bulge against her groin, letting out barely audible grunts.

Lily, with her hands shackled up and her legs restrained by his hands, helplessly protested against his action.

Suddenly, Harry stopped moving and gave an impish grin.

"Haha. Got carried away. But back to business. Today is day 1. I have to finish today's part of the ritual before midnight."

This time, Lily remained still as his fingers slipped over the back of her jeans, as he grabbed the helm of it before pulling it down.

She blushed in embarrassment, hanging just in her black bra and knickers.

Harry licked his lips, his eyes drinking in the sight of her toned slim legs.

She self-consciously crossed her legs, the small black triangle of underwear barely covering anything.

She couldn't do anything as he walked around and stood behind her. She could feel his lecherous gaze on her bare buttocks.

For the first time in her life, she wished she wore ugly granny knickers.

"Woah! Look at that arse. Do you do exercise? I don't think you can have this curvy arse without some work," He mumbled in appreciation, sparing not a single chance to make her uncomfortable.

She didn't reply to his question, her blush spreading down to her neck.

"You definitely do some workout. They're so firm and nice." She yelped when she felt his fingers digging in her arse cheeks.

The audacity of this child!

"Harry! Are you forgetting I'm your mother? You're not supposed to look at me this way. It's not appropriate," She screamed in anguish.

"Well, I won't say it's not inappropriate. But who cares. You can bet that even if we were a normal family, I'd have tried to cop a feel of your bombshell body. And we definitely aren't a normal family, so there goes your mother card." He chuckled, lightly slapping her arse, watching it jiggle.

She groaned at her powerlessness.

"Tell me, has Noah ever tried to 'innocently' touch you?" He asked, coming around and standing in front of her, giving her an amused look.

She lowered her gaze, blushing at his question.

When Noah, her other son, began puberty, she had been the subject of many 'innocent' gropes. But that was normal since he was a budding teenager. Noah had stopped doing that after a few months. It was just a short phase.

"Hehe. That bastard really is my brother. Can't say I don't understand. You do have a very gropable body, mother. Has anyone ever said to you how sexually stimulating your body is? James sure got lucky in bagging you." He laughed, leaning forward, kissing her cheek.

Even in this dark situation, Lily felt a warm happy feeling sprouting inside her at the affectionate innocent kiss. Now only if everything else was innocent.

"I really got lost in admiring your bewitching body. But back to business. Step 1 of the ritual is to clean your body and keep you pure for the whole day. That means no sexual intercourse." Harry recited through his memory.

Lily sputtered in surprise and shot him an imploring look.

"Please, Harry. There're many other ways to win this war. You don't have to do this. Stop this now and we can still salvage our relationship." Her soft gentle voice beseeched him.

Harry shook his head. "I'm sorry. But I have chosen my course of action and I'll follow it through. Now don't get alarmed, I'll take off your bra and underwear."

Lily glowered at him.

"You're delusional if you think I'll let you strip me naked."

"Again with the threats. You're in no position to fight me, dear mum." He rolled his eyes, cutting her bra and letting it fall on the floor.

She shivered as the cool air brushed her exposed chest.



Ignoring her screaming, he grabbed her knickers and pulled it off of her, leaving her stark naked. She crossed her legs and whimpered pathetically. But she had nothing else to hide her perky breasts.

Harry took a moment to ogle at her.

"You don't have to hide your body, mother. You look perfect." He smirked, checking her out.

"I'm your mother. You're my son," She repeated as if it would stop him, her eyes brimming with tears.

Harry just sighed.

"Yea, yea, already heard that. Say something new or original. Now let's get on with the ritual," He declared, pointing his wand at her.

A stream of cold water poured on her. She squealed as the icy water came in contact with her skin.

"I already had a shower. I didn't need another," She grumbled balefully.

Harry just laughed, pouring more water on her trembling body.

Her tight bun loosened, and her beautiful red hair spilled over her back.

"You look so alluring with water dripping down your soft white skin and crimson hair," Harry complimented genuinely, keeping the water stream going while walking around her, enjoying the way the water moved on her body. The water straightened her hair and coursed down through it. He particularly liked how the water bounced on her curves.

Her pink nipples were stiff and he shamelessly drowned her tits in water. The view of the water spraying over the big tight butt made his cock throb. And this feeling only intensified when she clenched her cheeks now and then.

Lily, in all this, was shaking from the cold.

"Hmm, enough, I guess," He mumbled mournfully, stopping the flow of the water. With the wave of his wand, the water vanished from her body as well as the ground, leaving her clean and pure.

Lily simply glared at him, hanging from the chain by her arms, her breasts alluringly popped out due to the position of her raised hands.

He smiled mischievously as he stepped forward, his gaze lingering on her chest.

"Now the next part of the ritual. I'll draw some runes on your body. It will be a little painful. But I'm confident you'll survive," Harry explained.

"You don't have to do this, Harry. I'll protect you. There's no need for this ritual." She sighed tiredly.

She was really in pain, and was sure that there were black marks on her wrists due to the handcuffs.

"You? Protect me? Haha. What a joke. You couldn't protect me from the Dursleys, how can you protect me from Voldemort?" He accused her, his earlier playful mood and biting humour vanishing and getting replaced by anger.

For the first time, his eyes were filled with unquenchable hatred.

Lily felt a growing pain in her chest. She would always regret this. She could never forgive herself for letting her sister's family abuse her son.

Before she could say anything or console him, Harry stormed out of the room. She cried softly. Why did this have to happen to her family? Why couldn't they live a normal peaceful life?

A minute later, Harry came back in with a bowl in his hand. She snapped her head in his direction when he cut open his wrist and let his blood flow down into the bowl.

"Harry! What're you doing?" She screamed in horror, feeling queasy at the sight of her son's rapid bleeding.

"Shut up, mum. Where do you think the ink for the runes will come? My blood of course." He groused and healed his wrist once the bowl was filled with his red blood. He put down the bowl a foot away from her. He dipped his wand in it and mumbled something under his breath. Lily was surprised to see the wand absorbing all the dark liquid from it. When all the blood was ingested by his wand, Harry stood up and approached her.

"Stand still. I'll loosen the chain so you'll be able to put your legs down on the ground. If you move a lot and I end up drawing wrong runes on you then even I don't know what'll happen. So, please stand still," He ordered her, giving her a hard look.

A relieved sigh escaped her lips when her feet touched the cold floor, when the handcuffs weren't digging in her wrists anymore.

Without waiting for her response, Harry began drawing various runes on her body while chanting something in strange language under his breath. She shivered as his wand drew circles around her areola. The blood red runes appeared on her body before vanishing under her skin with a flash of white light.

She moaned a little when Harry pressed his wand on her nipples briefly. Her cheeks burned as she caught his amused look.

He stepped behind her and drew runes on her back and then on her arse and then on her legs.

Lily would have protested if she wasn't scared of the consequences of a botched rune.

"Uncross your legs. I have to draw the last rune over your fanny." He instructed flippantly, rubbing his fingers on her hip.

She shook her head and mouthed no.

"Really? This is the last rune. Do you really want to see what will happen to your body when something goes wrong? As I said earlier, you don't have to hide your body. You're perfect." He cajoled her gently, caressing her inner hip.

She reluctantly opened her legs and turned her face away.

Harry kneeled in front of her and examined her beautiful pussy. There was a small bush of red hair over her groin. Without much fanfare, He put the last rune over her crotch. His mouth watered at the tangy smell of her womanhood when his nose brushed against it.

He shook his head and stood up. There was no time for that.

Suddenly, all her nerves were on fire.

Lily screamed in pain and convulsed against the restraints. It was as if she was burning in a hot liquid fire. She jumped and pulled against the bonds—the floor feeling like a lava pool—trying to stop the searing pain.

She yelled and begged as her body underwent the worst pain.

Harry just looked at her unfeelingly, not bothered by her pained screams in the least. Half a minute later, which was like years for Lily, the pain abruptly stopped.

Her body spasmed and she sobbed like a little child.

"I'm sorry for the pain. But it's only for 15 days. After that I'll save your family. Just survive, everything will be alright. Now, I'll bring you some food. You must be hungry."

He left her after that.

She was still crying when he came back. He loosened the chain so much that she was able to sit cross-legged on the floor.

"Enjoy, mother. I'll feed you. I'm sure you'll like this after all the pain." Harry grinned, sitting in front of her. She wasn't sure if he was mocking her or not.

Even after he did such horrible things to her, Lily couldn't help but smile tiredly when he fed her with his own hands.

She really was a mess right now.

After the dinner, Harry took her to the bathroom.

"I hope you won't try anything. Without magic you're as good as an untrained muggle," He threatened.

Lily couldn't help but nod. She was in no position to fight. She was naked and without her magic. She was tired and just wanted to sleep. And she knew that if she tried to attack him physically in her weak condition, he would just overpower her. While Harry wasn't a muscled brute, he wasn't a skinny little kid either.

"At least let me close the room. I can't pee if you're looking," She whispered hoarsely. Instead of closing the door, he just turned around and waved at her to do her thing.

That was definitely the most awkward thing she did in her life. Who knew peeing while looking at the back of your son was so hard.

Harry took her to his room and pointed to his bed.

"You have two options. You can either go back to the ritual room and sleep while hanging by the chain. Or, you can sleep beside me on a comfortable bed so I can keep an eye on you." He shrugged, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

His moods were all over the place. Sometimes he genuinely sounded sorry and other times it felt as if he revelled in torturing her.

"Am I allowed to wear something?" She asked morosely, already getting used to her imprisonment and mistreatment.

"No. You'll be naked for the entire fifteen days of the ritual." He shook his head and laid on his bed, looking expectantly at her. She just sighed and lied beside him. She stiffened when she realised he was spooning her from behind, his arm wrapped around her waist. And she definitely felt something poking on her arse too.

At least he was wearing clothes.

"I'm a hugger, mother. Thankfully, this habit of mine will keep me informed if you try to slip away during the night. Not that you can do much since the trunk won't open without my permission." He chuckled, hugging her to his chest. She could feel his body pressing behind her, she could feel his heat wafting over her.

She exhaled when he squeezed her boob, too exhausted to fight. Closing her eyes, she hoped he would be merciful. She justified his groping for the peace of her mind. If Noah could molest her when he started his adolescence then she could ignore Harry's touch too. He was a teenager and she couldn't expect him to refrain when there was a naked woman in his bed. Even if that woman was his own mother.

"What will be the result of this ritual? How will it protect us from Voldemort?" She couldn't help but ask, using all of her remaining energy.

"Are you mellowing out, mother? Are you seeing my way? Are you going to cooperate?"

"No. I still feel you're on the wrong path. And I'll definitely punish you when we get out of here. But I'm curious," She mumbled, closing her eyes, her eyelids feeling too heavy.

"It's a secret. I'll tell you when the time is right." He smiled, burying his face in the crook of her neck.

She heaved a last sigh and decided to just sleep.