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Harry Potter and the Ball of Prisoners	By : IDontFail Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 19228 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Harry Potter and the Ball of Prisoners
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When Harry Potter and the remnants of the DA had stood against Voldemort and his Death Eaters at the battle of Hogwarts Castle, they had assumed it was the final battle. All of Voldemort's horcruxes had finally been destroyed, so all it would take was to kill him one more time, and he'd be down for good.
In another timeline, this might have been the case. However, when fallen Death Eaters began crumbling into dust after being killed, they realized something was up. Sure enough, Voldemort's self-preservation instincts had finally won over his pride, and he had decided to retreat and regroup, leaving a horde of golems to fight in place of his army.
Unfortunately, the survival of the assembled Death Eater forces soon proved to be the least of the DA's problems, as Voldemort decided that if the so-called "power of love" had helped Harry come back to life and get the better of him, he wanted in. After several months of research, he stumbled upon a ritual that physically restored him to the age of 20, regaining his former handsome appearance, his full power, which had been diluted by his fractured soul - and his long-repressed hormones. Morale within the Death Eaters experienced a sudden rise, as Voldemort and Bellatrix no longer amused themselves with torturing random minions, having found a much more enjoyable way to relieve their stress.
As it turned out, the power of love did make Voldemort more powerful - just not in the way he'd expected. With him and Bellatrix much calmer, he began to accept suggestions and constructive criticism from Death Eaters, reward those who went above and beyond the call of duty, and consider battle strategies other than "throw Death Eaters at the problem until it goes away". Furthermore, over the next few years, as word got out that conditions were getting better and better for Death Eaters, and rumors spread about the advantages of a Parselmouth in the bedroom, membership in the Death Eaters went through the roof, especially among witches.
Apparently, Voldemort getting laid on a regular basis was only slightly less effective than handing him a copy of the Evil Overlord List. Who knew?
Needless to say, things quickly went in the other direction for the DA. It became harder and harder to find sympathisers to aid them, and with the accidental horcrux in Harry's noggin gone, the direct link to Voldemort's mind had gone with it. To make matters worse, Voldemort had compensated for his lost horcruxes by taking a leaf from the late Mad-Eye Moody's book. Any surprise attack on Voldemort would be blocked by one of many portable shield charms he had on him at all times, and the assailant would quickly be subdued by hidden Death Eater guards.
Right now, Harry was wishing he had known that before he had organized a surprise attack on Voldemort. If he had, he and the other key members of the DA wouldn't be in their current predicament.
After being downed by a rain of stunners, Harry had woken up to find himself lying nude in a dungeon. Several pairs of thick metal bracers kept his wrists and elbows bound behind his back and his ankles pinned tightly together. A metal collar of similar make was locked around his neck, and an enormous ball gag had been forced into his mouth. Clearly, Bellatrix had offered suggestions when he was being bound. His glasses had been taken from him, but he could still just make out the struggling forms of Hermione, Ron, Neville, Luna, Ginny, and Tonks in the dungeon with him, all of whom had been stripped and bound identically to him.
There was a loud clank as the reinforced steel door slammed open, and seven busty women in Death Eater uniforms walked in.
"Alright, you scumbags!" one of the women barked. "The Dark Lord wants to see you in his throne room to discuss your sentence! Let's move it!"
"They can't 'move it', you idiot," another Death Eater said, clutching the forehead of her mask. "They're tied up. We're going to have to carry them out of here."
"Aww, but they look so heavy," a third girl whined. "Why can't we just levitate them?"
"Haven't you been paying attention to Mistress Bellatrix's lessons?" the second girl replied, hoisting Luna over her shoulder. "Carrying someone around like an object adds a touch of humiliation that levitation just doesn't provide."
The other girls seemed to accept that explanation, and each one picked up a prisoner and exited the room. Several winding corridors later, the still-dazed captives were unceremoniously dumped onto the floor of Voldemort's throne room.
"Ah, Harry Potter. It's been a while, hasn't it?' came an arrogant male voice that Harry and Ginny instantly recognized. Voldemort, now resembling an adult version of his teenage form, stood up from his chair at the far end of the room and walked over to the pile of bound prisoners, Bellatrix following close behind.
"You know, in the end, I have you to thank for my victory," Voldemort taunted, causing Harry to growl. "Were it not for your previous stands against me, I would never have discovered that the 'power of love' Dumbledore always prattled on about was so useful. In fact, I seem to have gotten much more out of it than you."
"Master, look how huge the Mudblood's knockers are!" Bellatrix interrupted, gaping at Hermione's exposed body, much to the embarassment of the latter.
Voldemort affixed the girl with an appraising glance, and nodded in agreement. "Indeed. I suppose that solves the mystery of why Potter spends so much time with someone so far below his station. In fact, I would gladly take her as a concubine, were it not for the fact that I have no interest in Potter's used goods."
That certainly got a reaction out of the prisoners, as they all yelled angrily into their gags in defense of their friend.
"Oh, do shut up," Voldemort said. Muttering an incantation under his breath, he fired an orb of black goo from his wand. In midair, the orb split into seven smaller orbs,, which each shot at one of the captive's heads. On contact, each orb wrapped around its target's head and solidified into a thick leather bondage hood, silencing the captured heroes even further, as they soon found that making too much noise caused their air supply to slow.
"Now, where was I?" Voldemort asked. "Ah, yes, I was explaining what I plan to do to you. You see, I've been meaning to replace that statue outside the Ministry ever since the goblins failed me, and I've been working on a most interesting project to replace it with..."
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The crowd in front of the Ministry of Magic bustled with excitement. Apparently, the Dark Lord himself was going to be appearing to unveil a new monument of some sort, and everyone was eager to see what it could be.
Finally, with a series of loud cracks, Voldemort and his inner circle apparated onto the stage that had been set up, to the cheers of the crowd.
"Thank you for your support, my loyal subjects," Voldemort said as the cheering died down. "I suppose you are all wondering what has happened, that I would appear in person, in the middle of a war, in a public area. Well, I have wonderful news for everyone here: the war is over! My forces and I have finally captured the leaders of the terrorist organization known as the DA!"
The cheers of the crowd became deafening. Finally, they would be able to sleep at night without fear of being assaulted by the deranged Boy Who Lived and his crazed supporters!
After several minutes, the cheers finally began to subside, and Voldemort cleared his throat to speak again.
"I say captured, instead of killed, because it would be far to merciful to kill those who have caused so much terror. Rather, I have decided to make an example of them, so that no one shall dare repeat their crimes. Behold!"
There was a shimmering behind Voldemort, as a large-scale disillusionment charm was deactivated. The crowd gasped in shock as they finally learned what the new monument was. Standing before them was a massive snowglobe, filled with seven bound, squirming individuals of both genders, crammed together into the cramped orb.
Harry moaned and tried to work free of the bracers, but they held as fast as ever. Voldemort had sealed him and the others inside this thing, but not before dosing each of them with a special potion blend he had created. Somehow, Voldemort had managed to combine a lust potion that wore off after a climax with a potion that prevented climax until the antidote was administered. As a result, he and the others had been mindlessly rubbing their bound bodies together, desperately trying to achieve release.
"Let this be a lesson to those who oppose the wizarding world," Voldemort said as the crowd laughed at the pathetic-looking captives.
Voldemort turned to apparate away, but suddenly, he turned back to the crowd and grinned evilly.
"By the way, I almost forgot that the glass is charmed to allow tickling charms and stinging hexes through. Those of you who wish to exact revenge on these terrorists may do so at your leisure."
With that, Voldemort and his inner circle apparated away. Well, except for Bellatrix, who took the time to blast Hermione and Tonks with strong tickling charms before following her master. The two women immediately began to buck and squirm as thousands of invisible feathers danced over their every nerve ending. This intense movement caused even more arousal to their cellmates, and soon, the defeated heroes were grinding against each other like whores, desperate to achieve an orgasm that would never arrive. All they could do was whine pitifully into their gags as the crowd started lining up to unload their best stingers into the dome...
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